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Name: Lawrence
Birthday: 5/1/1990
Gender: Male
Interests: food~the genetic evolution of the chronologically released hormones in the adolescent male triggers a nearly obsessive interest in the opposite gender of a genus or species; this, my working hypothesis, is supported by the fact that i like girls~I love almost ANY music; I can go from Nelly to Madonna to Manheim steamroller to Muddy Waters to Big'n'Rich to Slipknot to Green Day to Michael Buble~swimming~running~i like girls~my li'l bro's!~sleeping~girls are hott~okay most girls are complicated and annoying~i have a tendency to wear my mind on my sleeve~I have a history of taking off my shirt~swimming
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MSN: lancegomez@hotmail.com
Member Since:
10/8/2005
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| AllagarooAllagaroo, garoo, garoo;
Wah, hoo, bazoo;
Hicer, picer, dominicer;
Sis! Boom! Bah!
Hutchinson High School
Rah! Rah! Rah!
La shoo, La shoo
La shoo, Li Roo;
La shoo, Li ishabacka
Ishabacka Boo.
Hutchinson High School
Hey Roo.
Boom skit rat trap
Bigger'n a cat trap
Boom skit a rat trap
Bigger'n a cat trap
Chicawaw Chicawaw
Hutchinson High School
Rah! Rah! Rah!
Oh yeah.... && xanga is officially over.... facebook is where it's at. | | |
| Live above the Influence. Ask "Why?"
Aaahhhh.... we are nearing the end of the summer. Time to quickly finish your summer reading and go buy all your back to school stuff... To sleep in as late as possible so as to get the most out of your summer...To go swim and play and be lazy and despair about returning to school more than the rest of the summer combined! Well, not for me. Just keep on working and doing what i've been doing all summer... a couple trips left (church camp and leadership camp) and then time for s.c.h.o.o.o.l. Wait. oh-oh. i meant o.o. not o.o.o.
ANYWAY, this has been one of my better summers... i've learned a lot about life and myself and the world and i have matured too much to go back to high school! I have heard in a roundabout way some of the impressions of myself that gravitate around the school. Kids, you don't know me! My classroom persona is totally different from my business persona and my intimate social group persona is totally separate from my sport persona! And if you don't know what a persona is then look it up. And if you don't have more than one then you are doomed! Honestly, high school is an immature place that will suck you down and get you under the influence. There are posers and wannabes and dreamers but not doers and there are prejudists and cliques and none of it matters to the world!
I honestly think high school is tougher than anything that you encounter in the real world... And YOU make it that way. At least out in the world people give you a chance. When you bad-mouth that one kid because you hear your peers being annoyed by him and you want to be in the conversation, you are under the influence. When you change your look even when in your gut it doesn't quite feel right just so you can get someone to start inviting you to someone else's parties, you are under the influence. When you won't go into that one store because all the other guys think it's too girlie, YOU are under the influence. When you pierce your lip because you heard this one girl say they think it's hott, you have been influenced. It's not manly, it's not cool, the world looks at you and feels one of a few things: embarassment because you are making a fool of yourself like they once did, pity because you haven't learned the lesson they have yet, or annoyance because they realize how futile and wasteful that stage is, was, and always will be. So step back, think about what you are doing. Live above the influence.
Because the world, even the high school scene, will notice if you're not afraid to be smart, or get an A on your test. They will notice if it doesn't phase you to go into that store. Do you remember how Jessica Simpson pledged abstinence until marriage? Exactly. Sure, there might be some class clown that cracks a joke, but remember that it's nothing personal, they're just trying to get laughs. And whoever laughs is probably laughing because they want to be associated with that person or it was just plain funny. Think about it, what do you do after school. Do you do your homework? Or sit on msn telling your friends how bored you are? Your friends won't know if you did your homework instead of not going to hang out with anyone. You're not going to tell anyone, and I have no reason to tell. So impress your parents, impress your teachers. Besides, that'll get you the trust and respect and independence you want, and you won't have to feel bad for making your mom angry when you backtalk her and do what she told you not to do. Because you won't have any reason to because she will let you go do what you wanted to.
See, one problem for most young people is that they gain a warped perception of what is cool, what gets the girl, what makes others so loved. and when they see someone become a role model, they don't realize it's the charisma and outgoing carefree attitude, they think it's the piercing, the way they do their hair, the price of their new shoes, how toned their body is. And pop culture isn't helping. Have you ever really listened to the lyrics of any song on 93.9? They talk about how they are racially profiled and how they hate the cops and how they get the girls because they know where the party is at. And when we see that these people have made it big, we don't realize it's because the song has a good beat or because they have a good voice. That's because we never see the work put into this... We don't see how easily numerous others have failed with great lyrics or pretty faces. We, as a young country, take everything for face value. We never consider what makes a movie funny. Or how Matt Damon got into movies. Or how much training Brett Favre has done. Or what George Bush did before he was president. We just assume, or worse yet we don't care.
So now that I have vented a little, I have a few challenges for you. Do the thing nobody else will dare to do. When nobody else is around, do the right thing. Don't follow the trend; wear whatever feels and looks right. Dare to be different. Be the teacher's pet (out in the world this will get you a promotion and more money; think about that). Open somebody's mind through what you know, but keep in mind you might be the one that's wrong. And always ask why. If something doesn't seem right, then find out why. Because either you'll fix what's wrong or just learn something you can teach somebody later. Maturity is knowing when to work and when it's okay to be a kid. Maturity is seeing how stupid something you did was. Maturity is living above the influence. | | |
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So ya I stole this from joe walker's site....:
Ode to the Nice Guys
>This rant was written for the Wharton Undergraduate Journal
>This is a tribute to the nice guys. The nice guys that finish last,
>that never become more than friends, that endure hours of whining
>and bitching about what assholes guys are, while disproving the very
>point. This is dedicated to those guys who always provide a shoulder
>to lean on but restrain themselves to tentative hugs, those guys who
>hold open doors and give reassuring pats on the back and sit
>patiently outside the changing room at department stores. This is in
>honor of the guys that obligingly reiterate how
>cute/beautiful/smart/funny/sexy their female friends are at the
>appropriate moment, because they know most girls need that litany of
>support. This is in honor of the guys with open minds, with
>laid-back attitudes, with honest concern. This is in honor of the
>guys who respect a girl's every facet, from her privacy to her
>theology to her clothing style.
>This is for the guys who escort their drunk, bewildered female
>friends back from parties and never take advantage once they're at
>her door, for the guys who accompany girls to bars as buffers
>against the rest of the creepy male population, for the guys who
>know a girl is fishing for compliments but give them out anyway, for
>the guys who always play by the rules in a game where the rules
>favor cheaters, for the guys who are accredited as boyfriend
>material but somehow don't end up being boyfriends, for all the nice
>guys who are overlooked, underestimated, and unappreciated, for all
>the nice guys who are manipulated, misled, and unjustly abandoned,
>this is for you.
>This is for that time she left 40 urgent messages on your cell
>phone, and when you called her back, she spent three hours
>painstakingly dissecting two sentences her boyfriend said to her
>over dinner. And even though you thought her boyfriend was a chump
>and a jerk, you assured her that it was all ok and she shouldn't
>worry about it. This is for that time she interrupted the best
>killing spree you'd ever orchestrated in gta3 to rant about a rumor
>that romantically linked her and the guy she thinks is the most
>repulsive person in the world. And even though you thought it was
>immature and you had nothing against the guy, you paused the game
>for two hours and helped her concoct a counter-rumor to spread
>around the floor. This is also for that time she didn't have a date,
>so after numerous vows that there was nothing "serious" between the
>two of you, she dragged you to a party where you knew nobody, the
>beer was awful, and she flirted shamelessly with you, justifying
>each fit of reckless teasing by announcing to everyone: "oh, but
>we're just friends! And even though you were invited purely as a
>symbolic warm body for her ego, you went anyways. Because you're
>nice like that.
>The nice guys don't often get credit where credit is due. And
>perhaps more disturbing, the nice guys don't seem to get laid as
>often as they should. And I wish I could logically explain this
>trend, but I can't. From what I have observed on campus and what I
>have learned from talking to friends at other schools and in the
>workplace, the only conclusion I can form is that many girls are
>just illogical, manipulative bitches. Many of them claim they just
>want to date a nice guy, but when presented with such a specimen,
>they say irrational, confusing things such as "oh, he's too nice to
>date; or "he would be a good boyfriend but he's not for me, or "he
>already puts up with so much from me, I couldn't possibly ask him
>out!; or the most frustrating of all: "no, it would ruin our
>friendship. Yet, they continue to lament the lack of datable men in
>the world, and they expect their too-nice-to-date male friends to
>sympathize and apologize for the men that are jerks. Sorry, guys,
>girls like that are beyond my ability to fathom. I can't figure out
>why the connection breaks down between what they say (I want a nice
>guy!) and what they do (I'm going to sleep with this complete ass
>now!). But one thing I can do, is say that the
>nice-guy-finishes-last phenomenon doesn't last forever. There are
>definitely many girls who grow out of that train of thought and
>realize they should be dating the nice guys, not taking them for
>granted. The tricky part is finding those girls, and even trickier,
>finding the ones that are single.
>So, until those girls are found, I propose a toast to all the nice
>guys. You know who you are, and I know you're sick of hearing
>yourself described as ubiquitously nice. But the truth of the matter
>is, the world needs your patience in the department store, your
>holding open of doors, your party escorting services, your
>propensity to be a sucker for a pretty smile. For all the crazy,
>inane, absurd things you tolerate, for all the situations where you
>are the faceless, nameless hero, my accolades, my acknowledgement,
>and my gratitude go out to you. You do have credibility in this
>society, and your well-deserved vindication is coming
Haha i sound like a pansy...
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| Crazy Chickens put the hard in coreIn the crime world, gangs try to make themselves known by being innovative; they 
create slang, greetings, initiations, tags, hand gestures, colors, fashion statements, etc.,.
Well, I've come up with a new gang sign NONE of them have. It's the five-
finger --erm, something-or-other.
And since I've come up with a sign, I better have a gang to go with it. Soooo...
what shall it be called... G-unit? Nah, that's already taken.... How about Los compadres de la
Rojo, Blanca, y Azul? No, i bet nobody in the gang could pronounce that, much less have any clue
what it means. In fact, you get Eprops if you can comment me with the translation. And those
props come with a capital E, so you know they're worth it. Well then what about
Twistedd H's? Maybe. Uhhh.... Crazy Chickens? Ya... and the hand sign can be the wing! That's it,
the Crazy Chickens. Okay now, all we need is a few more unique gang affiliators. Ummm......,
we already have the chicken dance, all we have to do is rap it up a li'l bit... Then we need some
fashion... Hmm, I'm looking, i'm looking, I've got it! Here it is:
  Erkles got a new look!
You CAN'T be taken seriously WITOUT 1 of them... Besides, those glasses neva lookd so good. And now that i gotz a gang, I betta start talkin lyk a gangsta. Alright, so grandpa glasses is in. Are you tingling with excitement like I am??? Me neither. But ya it's crazy, I'm already getting wanksta's and wannabes following me everywhere trying to be a part of the group and I haven't even posted this yet! So this must be what it feels like to be black... Well, if you wanna join, just let me know... There'll probably be some kind of initiation, like eating an entire can of SPAM  or helping a grandma across the street... Something crazy like that. After all, we are the "Pollo Locos" (Crazy Chickens)! And as for gang activity, we'll probably rile up some school sport crowds, eat out alot (on our parents' money of course), and you know all the hardcore gangstas hang out at the Mall 8 Theater, that kinda stuff. Hmm... what's left? Oh ya, greetings. Well, one thing I've realized about greetings is that they have to have bad grammar.... So how about, "How crazy is you?" and you can say back "So crazy I can't fly!" And to say goodbye you just say, "Caw-caw-call me" or "C-C ya later!" But u gotta remember to "flap your wings" when you say any of those.
So there it is, chiclets.... You're ready to go out on your own and wreak (just a little) havoc.
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Alright Chickens, I'm outtie (with an innie)
Caw-Caw Comment!
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| So here's a little story for the masses....
I got home from work with my healthy meal of a lucious Big'n'Tasty, a thirst-destructing soft drink, rebellious (some would say "greasy") fries, and a delectable chocolate sundae in hand. I sat down to my meal and, lo and behold, a brazen young male cat jumps, nay, LEAPS into my lap. I have already polished off the Big'n'Tasty, but there is still quite a feast before the beast's (my cat's) eyes. He eyes the treasure as I quickly put it away. But ho, i'm not speedy enough, and the juvenile attacks one of the fried children that lays helpless on my lap. He slithers away, (of course it wasn't much like a snake; i guess it was more like a cat and he kinda just stepped off my lap) so i begin to put back the frightened citizens of Mickie-Dee's Dollar Menu*.
We frolicked happily for a while, but the beast returned. This time he was determined to get something more, but all that's left is the powerful Docta Peppa* and Sundae*. I finished most of Sundae but Docta Peppa was begging me to tend to him, and i unwittingly obey. So i put Sundae down and turned to "assist" Docta Peppa, and when i finished, the fiend was in the process of molesting Sundae. I was too late! As soon as I tried to stop Mr.  Snuggles* (the cat), he knocked Sundae to the floor, laughing and inhaling vigorously (even though it sounded oddly like a sneeze). Sundae fell apart right then & there but his hand, cupped like a spoon, rested on the ledge. Snuggles didn't care, he just attacked it and then finished him off on the floor. I punished Docta Peppa by putting him away... in my gut.
But it was okay cuz later we were pirates...
Jack Sparrow and his monkey.
THE END.
Wow, that was a lot longer than i expected... Tons of detail... I guess i'm not such an extreme big-picturist.
And now I'm eating french toast smothered in peanut butter and syrup... Ha, i'm fatter than you. | | |
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