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Wednesday, April 30th, 2003
6:39 pm	'i think my dad's gone crazay' I took this hilarious survey, they are always the best. I was a little upset though because they got the wrote wrong, or at least they read it wrong or re-wrote it, maybe that’s how it is one the internet, but I like the original translation better. THROUGH ME YOU ENTER INTO THE CITY OF WOES THROUGH ME YOU ENTER INTO ETERNAL PAIN, THROUGH ME YOU ENTER THE POPULATION OF LOSS. … ABANDON ALL HOPE, YE WHO ENTER HERE , in any case I guess this shows that I’m going towards the bottom rungs of hell, which seems to be the greatest! Level | Score Purgatory | Very Low Level 1 - Limbo | Very Low Level 2 | High Level 3 | Very Low Level 4 | Low Level 5 | High Level 6 - The City of Dis | Very High Level 7 | Very High Level 8- the Malebolge | Very High Level 9 - Cocytus | Very High (Comment on this)
Monday, April 28th, 2003
6:58 pm	You; turn the screws. You; tear down the bridge. As we’re all aware, prom came and went, blew by quickly. I was impressed by the luxuries of the Marriott in La Jolla, it was attractive, everyone looked exquisite, Kate and Amy were gorgeous and Sam was strikingly gorgeous. Fun was had by all as the nights festivities lingered on. I’m so proud of Amy and Liz for getting Prom queen and princess; I say they most certainly deserved it. The amount of people at the dance was perfect, we didn’t have to deal with to many, and I was able to see friends I don’t get a chance to talk with much, and what’s better everyone got along! No lamos is defiantly the way to go. The dinner was great, I treated myself to some steak and shrimp, they tasted moderate, I inhaled them like a rude little demon regardless. Perhaps were I at a more appropriate restaurant I would have behaved myself, but IHOP is far from what I’d deem “classy” I still had fun, I ate a bit much though I think, that came off as rude I’m sure. “And I’m not fit to touch the hem of your garment”. Afterwards a full basket ventured over to Liz’s for some fun, sleeping with 15 other people on a crowded living room floor was not my ideal sleeping arrangement so I decided to retire with Samantha to Liz’s room. I surely had fun and can’t wait to graduate, the last of my senior events is over, Grad night, IB tests, and then graduation! “let me go, she said let me go, let me go and I will want you more” people say that senior year fly’s by, I assure you it does nothing of the sort, it fly’s about as quick as a retarded penguin, and to further my natural analogy I have the patience of a squirrel, with ADD. So soon though, and then it’s all over, thank whoever it’s almost over. (2 Comments |Comment on this)
Wednesday, April 23rd, 2003
9:08 pm	G-to that mutha fuckin' E Tale tell, turn tail, I have tales to turn frail. Receiving notice, by phone of all measure, that I will join monuments of new freshman next year at Cal Poly. Good news of course. I love Cake, ‘If you want to have cities you’ve got to build roads’; my mother bought me a cake, speaking of, today because she is so excited. Sam seems upset; apparently it’s just that, apparent, that I’ll never come visit her, or that I’ll meet someone interesting, which I will, just not more interesting, and that some pretty ‘college girl’ is going to woe me into believing I should never run home. Girls are so silly; especially you Sam, where you find such crazy whims astound me. Kersten wants to have fun on his last night, so we’re going to stay up all night, or at least try. ‘So you’ll be an Austrian nobleman, commissioning your Symphony in C’ Prom is this Saturday, I’ve been updated to have two dates now, I’m going with Kate and Amy. There seems to be so much uncertainty in poor Amy, she thinks I take pity on her, or that I feel ‘obligated’, girls are so silly. Today has proven to be an interesting day, very romantic, tomorrow holds definite the possibility to be crazier still, goodbye Germans, hopefully, but most likely, forever. Current Mood: adored Current Music: Cake- (Comment on this)
Tuesday, April 22nd, 2003
6:39 am	I get fucked up every once in a while... Drama- Arresting or forceful in appearance or effect. Guajome- Far too much of it. Ah so much drama, worthwhile, but far to much of it. Perhaps this is what high school is supposed to be about, the Dawson’s creek writers are nothing but juniors at some back alley high school gaining material from events they see around them. Perhaps this isn’t as radical as some people indulge themselves with, but I do believe that we surround ourselves with a tad more dramtica theatre then I like to admit. (3 Comments |Comment on this)
Wednesday, April 16th, 2003
5:07 pm	!!! IS THE BEST! Oh man, I cannot believe that this band gets better and better every day, I don’t know if they could possibly make any cooler songs, ah my love for music is heightened. !!! The High School Song You can do it, or screw it Sharp to it, time to do it I did alotta drugs I spent a lot a time But it’s over now So drop it And just get up to dance Yeah we fucked, so what? Drama kids go shoot yourself Yeah I dropped that, Yeha I shot that, Yeha I snorted, and I drank, and I smoked that, so what? who cares? not me happy being me, drama kids go shoot yourself yeah I dig her, so what? Yeah she digs me too, so what? we’ll do what we want to do, screw who we want to screw, no drama just fun, fun fun and dancing, no drama who cares? (1 Comment |Comment on this)
5:07 pm	!!! IS THE BEST! Oh man, I cannot believe that this band gets better and better every day, I don’t know if they could possibly make any cooler songs, ah my love for music is heightened. !!! The High School Song You can do it, or screw it Sharp to it, time to do it I did alotta drugs I spent a lot a time But it’s over now So drop it And just get up to dance Yeah we fucked, so what? Drama kids go shoot yourself Yeah I dropped that, Yeha I shot that, Yeha I snorted, and I drank, and I smoked that, so what? who cares? not me happy being me, drama kids go shoot yourself yeah I dig her, so what? Yeah she digs me too, so what? we’ll do what we want to do, screw who we want to screw, no drama just fun, fun fun and dancing, no drama who cares? (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Sunday, April 13th, 2003
6:24 pm	Today we retreated en masse to what I can call no other then a surprisingly un-interesting sport. America perhaps should alter her contentious opinions about the genre so aptly called sport, and the likely-hood and whereabouts of her preferred. With Bases and Balls the players line the field standing in mid-crotched position awaiting a hard round block of ice to ricochet in their direction, by means of a burly man who spits to great, with an attitude reminiscent of and angry wasp, this man holds in his hand a device that surely must have been created for some violent programme, or likely by some being wishing destructiona massiva . While searching through the inner-workings of this façade of men, I found in its deepest recesses boredom, Sahara heat, and un-earthly foods that scream for the ceasing of your hearts beat. Were it not for a few apprehensive friends I surely would of lost my head in a daze of crowd screaming fatigue and blustery voices. Baseball, perhaps, is a civilized sport, the fans; however, I find to ballyhoo swords of foam sporting “padre” and in-humane scents of cheap cologne and overpriced beer. I have found myself to not be a man of baseball. Thanks begot to my friends for much deserved companionship, and curses begot to the Sun for its manner of suffering a plague upon my clothes legs. Now I go to perhaps another great Maelstrom for, I fear I soon descend into a house o un-willingness and bitter cold. Thus ends my inspired writing by one E.A.P. (1 Comment |Comment on this)