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Name: The Location: Chicago, Illinois, United States Birthday: 5/2/1989 Gender: Male
Interests: I love reading, writing, poetry, music, singing, and movie. Expertise: I have a REALLY big mouth. Occupation: Unemployed/Between Jobs Industry: Nonprofit
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3/15/2005
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Quote: “I’m sorry I have to
save you here Mrs. Covey because Colin does this to me too sometimes. Teachers
get freaked out when students use drug references and swear.” –Mr. Poplewel
Friday after school.
I’m in the band room.
And I tell this joke…
So a guy is sitting in a beer garden ten stories up in a building.
A woman walks in and looks around. Seeing no one else to talk to, she sits down
next to this guy and asks him what he’s drinking. “Magic beer,” he says. “What do
you mean magic beer?” she asks. “Well, if I drink it, I can fly.” “No you can’t,”
she says. “Watch,” he says. He takes a sip, jumps out the window, and flies around
the building and then back in. “Wow,” she says, “That’s amazing, do it again.” So
he takes another sip and does it again. Out the window, around the building, and
back in. Then the woman asks if she can try. “Sure,” he says. She takes a sip,
jumps out the window, and falls to her death.
The bartender turns to the man and says, “You know, you’re a
real dick when you’re drunk Superman.”
Mr. Poplewel and Ms. Covey didn't think it was so funny... (maybe because I can't spell their names, who knows)
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What is sweetest day? I know it's the whole white flower for
friendship, pink for crush, and red for love chestnut. The question is why? We
already have St. Valentine’s Day, and that's bad enough. Now we have not one,
but TWO holidays dedicated to putting couples on a pedestal and boyfriends on
the spot. Personally, I'm all for sunshine, hearts, and rainbows, but this
makes me want to nail gun a cherub to a wall by his wings while listening to
Marilyn Manson's version of Personal Jesus!
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So wake up, walk to my screeching alarm clock and set it for
ten minutes later. Then I went back to bed. At six ten, I got up and went to
class, but not before I had a quick pick-me-up from Mr. Coffee. I arrived
around seven thirty and had an interesting talk, and then I went to the LGI for
the PSAT. Honestly, I don't know what the big hype about it is. Sure, the two
critical reading sections were a little challenging, but I'm I got at least a
low A/ high B equivalence on it. As for the math, I only got to thirty of the
thirty eight problems but I'm sure I got ninety nine percent of them right. The
writing section came last and I just breezed through it. Of the thirty
questions on it, I only had to actually stop and think for a second on two or
three. Most of them were really easy. I really don't get. Like that movie
"The Perfect Score" (or whatever it's called) where the group of
students go and steal the answers to the SAT. My question is this: WHY?!?!?!?!?
It's so easy!!!! I know morons (and you know who you are, lol) who could easily
get a great score on that with a little work. Hours of work at most. Then
again, I could have gotten all of them completely wrong and I only think I got
them right because I'm that stupid and or egotistical.
Speaking of coffee, do you realize how much you can get done with caffeine? Not
just to keep you up but as a mental motivator. With only a tiny bit of coffee (and
avoidance of T.V.) I've been able to study, practice music, write this post,
and still have enough will power for two or three projects tonight.
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| (Walks into room. Blows dust off of keyboard.) "A xanga, why is this on my computer?"
>Type Type Type< "Hmmm.... Nostalgia."
What ever happened to the debate forum? Why did I stop posting on this? And why was homecomming so bad?!?!?!?!?
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| Man today was weird. I got up and went to take a shower, and my dad walks up to me and says, “One of my friends crashed in the living room, so don’t walk into the living room like that.” I was dressed fashionably in my boxers and nothing else. After my shower, I had a bowl of cereal, watched a tivoed episode of Family Guy with my dad’s friend (nice guy actually) and then walked to my mom’s place. After hanging out with mis hermanos minores y tociste el piano, I headed out to buy dress shoes, then downtown with mi madre por mi leccion de tango. That’s right, I tango. The lesson was fun, and I got to dance with a bunch of older woman. Learned a lot about dancing in general. I picked up the basic step for the tango, fox trot, mamba, two-step, and a little cha-cha-cha, along with some extra movements. I had a good time. I ended up staying at my mom’s place after dark, which I haven’t for years, and it was the strangest thing... Being around there after dark is horrible. It’s like the scent in the air or something, but I felt like I was dying or I would never be happy again... It was just terrible... But as soon as I stepped outside I began to feel like my old self again.
Last few things, I’m going to Texas in a few weeks (Yah!!! =), I’m enjoying a dinner of chinese food, and I changed my hair. | | |
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