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Wednesday, March 16, 2005

Wed, 16 Mar 2005 06:38:03 GMT

21 more schooldays left...

3PEAT + 2 more memories to go by.

I'm loving my senior year.

Thursday, February 10, 2005

Thu, 10 Feb 2005 06:51:51 GMT

ALRIGHT! Ya'll should buy an Academy calendar from Una for a mere $10 to help out cancer ridden peeps. It features some hot babes in some hot, tantalizing, and seductive poses... all for you! hahahaha.

Oh yeah, FD carwash this weekend and next weekend. Support the senior class and paddling team... buy buying tickets from ME! haha I don't want to end up having to pay $25 dollars from my own pocket. SO I'll give you guys a one dollar discount and make it $4.00 OK?! Ya'll better buy one.

OK! Single stemmed roses for $5.00 each! It's gonna be put into this plastic thing with hearts on it, and tied with a ribbon, okay? So you should all buy that too, for your significant other or whatnot. Oh yeah, I think this might be for our Relay for Life team, too... haha since I think we just finalized things today or something?

WTFREAK why is this song so catchy?! THIS BEAT IS AUTOMATIC SUPERSONIC HYPNOTIC FUNKY FRESH! haha.

Thursday, February 03, 2005

Thu, 03 Feb 2005 09:36:58 GMT

I'm almost done watching The Da Vinci Code. It's actually pretty good. I haven't been this engrossed in a book for a while. Well... let's see. A four day weekend is coming up. Better not be wasted, or I'll be angry! ha. Not that me being angry at a few unfortunate events will really do anything. I find that unless I am inspired to draw, I find it frustrating to draw with a mouse. I'd much rather prefer pen and pencil, kthx.

Well, I find myself too lazy to describe the events of this week. Oh, all except for the fact that until today, I never knew that anyone could get so hyped up for a rock paper scissors contest. Seriously, it was like they were fighting actual battles in there or something. Everything was so exaggerated and everything! Everyone was yelling and screaming, and since the contestants only got a few tries (the first person with 4 points won), they made sure to make things dramatic as well. Vince ended up taking the first place prize - $50 and a trophy - and Cory won $10 for being second. I'm thinking I should have payed two dollars to try my hand at "jun ken po." WELL I really feel like working out right now, but I just ate... so I feel bloated or something. gross.

Tuesday, January 25, 2005

Tue, 25 Jan 2005 05:34:56 GMT

Wow. Mr. Blas gave us a lecture today about Senioritis. I'm getting an 86 in his class, too. That pretty much sucks since his class is one of the easiest ones! Okay, so I'll admit that the senioritis bug has gotten to me. I mean, when your grade goes from a 96 to an 86, you know something's wrong. Freak... I really should start working harder, but it's so much easier not to care! Somebody needs to slap me or something... but then again, that probably wouldn't work either. hahaha I think it would work if someone gave me like, 50 dollars for every A I made. YES! That way I'd feel more appreciated and crap. Sorry, but I'm no longer satisfied with a mere 93+ on my report card. I need something MORE! hahaha. I'm such a loser.

I'm hungry.

Sunday, January 23, 2005

Sun, 23 Jan 2005 10:50:20 GMT

I want to start running now. Anyone want to be my running buddy?

I think I've gotten used to driving now. I no longer feel all nervous/excited when I get into the driver's seat and put on that seatbelt. I mean, I still find it fun and all, but it's lost that certain spark to it. I can't wait until I get my license! Whoa, ok I think I just found something which constitutes LAMENESS. I'm not even sure I used "constitute" correctly, but I don't care, because I just found a rap about a president. What the heck?!

A long time ago,
in 1882,
a baby was born,
known to me and to you.

His mother called him Franklin,
his father called him son,
and he grew up destined,
for Washington.

Franklin D. Roosevelt,
a.k.a. FDR,
was born along the river,
in the town of Hyde Park.

He was the only son,
of Sara and James,
collecting stamps and birds,
were his favorite games.

First he went to Groton,
then to Harvard too,
had degrees in Law and History,
by the time that he was through.

Okay, that's just the beginning part of it. The rest can be found here. I'm tempted to download the rap so I can listen to it, but then I'd just be tempted to share it with everyone else and be retarded. Alright, so... I forgot what I was going to write. Let's just hope that these 4 months pass by quickly. *sigh* stuck with another Jamison assignment to do.

Saturday, January 22, 2005

Sat, 22 Jan 2005 05:51:38 GMT

Got back from helping Chito with the Gala dinner. The setup looked great, and I felt so accomplished and proud for having helped out with it. What a loser. Anyway, cutting out fancy letters on cardboard is freaking hard, yo! I spent I think an hour or MORE just cutting out the words, "fortes in fide." Well, let's just hope I can become inspired to work harder in school now that I know I messed up on my Pre-Calculus test and Physics test (Stupid Sean and Pedro got my freaking test taken away... those retards.) I felt good about myself today since the people at the Gala setting up said my headphones and goldfish picture was nice. I thought about selling it, but changed my mind because my mom didn't want me to.

Last night was fun. I wish we could have pool as a school sport. I mean, if we can have ping pong, then I think pool deserves a chance! Now I know why all those celebrities always had a pool table in their "crib." HOWEVER... I still suck at the sport so I probably wouldn't even make it onto the team if they did indeed make pool a school sport. I found out that Matt is funny when he is a tipseh. I think there's been a world record achieved for the time it took me to complete my Seattle University application. My dad wanted me to apply there "just in case." WELL it only took me like 2 days. haha I wish it could have been like that for all the other colleges I freaking applied to!

Alright, so now I leave you with one of life's hidden truths.

...or not...?!

Freak... I totally forgot about my FAFSA and APIASF scholarship apps. crap crap crap!

Wednesday, January 19, 2005

Wed, 19 Jan 2005 11:51:08 GMT

Holy crap, I am addicted to xanga now. Either that, or my emotions just get the better of me every day. Is it unusual to be scared of yourself? Maybe it's because I've been listening to all this "angry, screamo" music lately, but I find myself getting really angry over small things. Okay, so actually I find myself only getting angry at my parents. It's odd, because I get really annoyed at every little thing they do, and give them so much attitude. I feel so crappy, because if I think over everything, they're only stressing out over everything so that I can get to college and lead a good life. I feel like crap. All I've been thinking of is how much I want to graduate, how much I want to leave, how much I want to do things my way. I'm such a selfish bastard.

Sometimes, when I'm walking through the hallways of my school, it suddenly dawns on me that I'm attending an all boy's school, and this sudden rush of dread and panic slowly set in. I look around, only to find myself in some strange new place sitting on top of an atmosphere I once recognized. I feel as if I am all alone and detatched from the rest of the world, lost in a sea of unknown faces. Then, it all subsides in a few seconds, and I'm back to being my happy self again. It's odd, but I find myself trying to hold onto that fleeting moment of terror, simply because I find it so humorous after its all over and done. I wonder if the girls at Academy have ever felt the same way?

---Can I be your memory?

Tuesday, January 18, 2005

Tue, 18 Jan 2005 14:42:12 GMT

It would be over in a moment. That fleeting moment where hope crosses lines with despair. A pang of sudden pain which would give way to relief and comfort. The blade would strike, clean lines being etched into flesh. The crimson red would confirm life, and bring darkness to where light had dared to reside. Legs pistoning up and down, as if they had a mind of their own. Eyes which glint with the same fervor and intensity as steel. It must be raining again, for water runs down the curved bones which have been encased in skin. A flutter of wings and a small cry from behind. The world is encased in vivid shades of blue and grey. The questions run through and are answered with silence. A silence which is broken by the unpalpable beating. That beating which cannot be affirmed as human or divine. Too long... too long... a small shower of petals break the train. It seems that the end has reached its time, for the only thing left is a looming wall of black.

I honestly don't know where that came from. I felt like drawing, but was too lazy to do anything with my mouse, so I decided to write something and that's what my mind and fingers wanted to churn out. I took a 5 hour nap today. Wednesday has already come, which leaves two days to finish this paper for Literature. Who ever came up with poems anyway?! I'd rather go through another class with Jamison than try to interpret poetry, much less write a whole paper about one. I like Thrice now. Being overjoyed at not having to apply to USF makes me want to eat some cheese. Even after my 5 hour nap, it seems as if sleep is not finished with me, for it beckons...

//Goodnight.

Monday, January 17, 2005

Mon, 17 Jan 2005 10:46:39 GMT

So another page turned in my head and asked me who the people that run USF are. How can they boast that they've had to accomodate 900 more freshmen than usual last year when their application system is so freaking ghetto. I think out of all the essays I have ever had to write, theirs is the one which requires the most BS. My wish for a digital camera still lingers. I found myself looking through all of my pictures last night, and realized that I have way too little pictures. I only have 2 rolls of film from last year. Too little of something to base memories on. Sorry if I don't make sense right now. I'm feeling too lazy to take these earphones out. I still find the Yeah Yeah Yeahs and the Cranberries very appalling. Seems like Thursday makes up for it, though.

Why is it that every time I look down at these cargo shorts of mine, I always have a freaking stain?! I always manage to stain them even after getting them washed. Curse these stain attracting pants of mine! curses!

Wasting hours can be very fun if done correctly. This could and should be considered an art. That way, everyone can say that they have an expertise in something. Does anyone else have days where they feel completely useless?

Ok, you know you need sleep when you spell "end" as "ened" on your homework.

Sunday, January 16, 2005

Sun, 16 Jan 2005 11:26:32 GMT

Pool is now my favorite sport. I feel messed up for showing up at a birthday party for a guy I don't even know... and then stealing his food and leaving without even telling him happy birthday. YOU GUYS ARE SO MESSED UP. Pool was still fun, though. HOWEVER, arguments with your dad are not fun. End Result is good. I get all nostalgic when I start thinking about certain people. I wish the best for Kev.

I also wish the worst for JAMISON.