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Funky Friday [16 Jun 2006|01:48pm]
Well Hello there;

Right now i am in Computer science class, blasting Tell Me Why - Supermode out of my computer speakers for the class to hear. It is very enjoyable and i am dissapointing my teacher. I have realized that my school year has recently ended. It ended after my Chemistry test this morning, which i got killed by and may have gotten lower than 70% on But i dont really care anyways so thats cool i guess.

B-Champs slacks got a slack-core workout this morning, while we continue getting killed this week by the number 4. 4 is Alan's new addiction, following his cocaine addiction in Acapulco. It's like a manditory part of everyu workout now. I loathe the number 4.
Monday - 4 x 400's, 4 x (4 x 50), 4 X 500's, 4 x 100's, it didnt end.
Today - 4 x warmup for 1 hour, 12 x 150 back, and 4 x shuit loads of Breast.

I am scared for tomorrow morning. There will be raping and pillageing of the Non b-champers (heroes in my mind), while the B-stars are in Etobicoke.

So there is this new hot girl at my school. I see her around. She is cute...


I was thinking of skipping fourth and going home for a nap. Then i was told that there is an assembly fourth, so the thought became a reality.

Enjoy your day, while i dont attend a cancelled workout and catch some zzz's


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good song [07 Oct 2004|07:36pm]
[ mood | NIce, OLD GUY ]

you are mine, your my teenage idol
all i ever wanted was to be like you
when i see you and we are at school,
i just idealize you, because you're a slut
and i think that's real cool now.
how do i get around
do it with all the guys in town
waiting for them but they aren't around
never, never see you frown
i just want to get around
just to let you know that you're not on to me
oh, yea

you are mine, your my teenage idol
all i ever wanted was to be your friend
you would have done anything,
just to be the most popular girl in school
and i would have done anything, but you
are you ready for some football?
are you ready for some football?
you are mine, your my teenage idol
all i ever wanted was to be like you
when i see you and we are at school,
i just idealize you, because you're a slut
and i think that's real cool now.
are you ready for some football?

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None babY! [21 Sep 2004|06:42pm]
[ mood | OH MAH GAWD ]

im in a good mood. wearing these kickss aviators, tom tried to kick my ass today. like daeth n stuff, he was so pissed, but all i did was laughed, which made things worse, and so i laughed some more, and yeah. Got a new cell phone (905) 716-4193 and have been text messaging everyone like a million times. im addicted. You know what else im addicted to. Ska music. its so upbeat and cool. BTW, caddies concert this weekend i think, and then skatalites next weekend, oh god, so much ska, no time! I heart the planet smashers, they rock......my socks.
tom is a fag
And i am blasting ska music right now, GO CADDIES!
Swimming everuy morning now, and want to die. i suck at swimming right now, and need to get better. or else take my own life in the corner. lol, love watching stand up comedy on the comedy network. N e way, school is fun and i like fun. but not schhol....weird, and deep. no it really isnt. Watching the matrix in philosophy, so i just slept today. Then i played pool and lost a grand total of.......wait for it.....FIVE DOLLARS....yes yes....that much, i am DANGEROUS!
I love being a loser!
Thanx for caring ;)
c'yall later

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YAY [12 Sep 2004|05:59pm]
[ mood | lazy ]

i hate typing...it is boring and takes too long

thank you for your time

planet smashers were awesome

Peace out

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[12 Sep 2004|05:55pm]
[ mood | CRANK ]

Too bad you’re her boyfriend
We’re friends and I like it that way
But I like, I like your girlfriend
Some things can’t be restrained well,
All I can say is
Don’t ever screw up

I like your girlfriend, I like your girl

Friend, Girl, Friend

She looks great in that sweater
And her mother even looks better
Just means that she’ll get hotter
When she gets older

I like your girlfriend, I like your girl

Some things can’t be determined
Some things can’t be explained
Some things are best left un-spoken
Some things won’t go away
I can’t keep on being around her
I feel guilty when I’m with my friend, Yeah!
I like your girlfriend, I like your girl
Friend, Girl, Friend

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Summer done :( [07 Sep 2004|09:53pm]
well this last week of summer has been sooo much better then the rest of my summer before that. i got about 6 hours of sleep from thursday to sunday cuz im stupid, but i had my share of naps on monday. i fucked around all over town with mailman, tom n midget. i got the sweetest new suit. Its all pink, with a light pink undershirt and a neon orange tie. and i got a plastic gangster tophat from the 1920's, its so kickass. i skateboarded around the subdivision with it andf so many ppl were watching me and giving me funny looks, one kid even came up and asked for my autograph, i felt kool, but he was like 6. it was pimpin. Oh yeah, i got a cool cane with it so it really looks like a pimp suit, but anyways.

then i hung out with dan n matt on sunday night, then we went to college manor and met up with jon, so we hung at his"party"for like 5 mins and then just fucked around till we met up with brian randy heavy d cass marly n sum other ppls. we went behind bogart and chilled n then went to tims. after that it all kinda broke up. so anyway,

today at school, randy took sum new gr 9 kid n showed him all around the place. he looked so scared when randy asked him to come with him. i laughed. he is pimp. but yeah, school was so boring today i wanted yto die i was so bored. im in two giftee classes again, but i want out of english, badly, fucking hate it, goddamn reading, n writing. phylosophy is kickass

im now scared because skinny little alana wont leave me alone....ever. i think she likes me or sumthing because she wont shut up. i dont get women. oh, and gabi called my house like 7 times on sunday night. she also likes me.
but as for me. i dont want a gf right now. too much work, im too lazy. ill wait for someone who i like alot and they like me back.
that shit never works out for me. im always too early, or too late. well, i am fucked up

good night everyone
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HiDeHo [27 Jul 2004|06:33pm]
t'is Drew again...long time no see.
im hanging out, got alot on my mind, and bored as hell, so i decided to post a livejournal.
I am going to the czech republic soon and will have a blast, as usual. that place rulez. then after i go to school again, yay, isnt that fun........
well, thats me for ya
thank you, ill be here all night..
peace out homeslices
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[27 Jul 2004|06:32pm]
[ mood | crazy ]

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[27 Jul 2004|06:28pm]
At your ten year high school reunion...
by robbiewriter
Your school name
Your name
Your job will beDoctor
You will be worth$621,104
Everyone will think youare a snob
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[20 Jul 2004|10:29pm]
[ mood | horny ]

Yo Yo Yo!
It's Dan on Andrew's account bitch!
We went to the mall and got CD's and shit. Then we went swimming anf then we climbed on the roof at tyhe plaza and now they're getting drunk. YAY!

Now it's Andrew.
Man...we went to the mall today and like, the guys were talking about sexy girls and stuff and all I could think about was Dan's hot ass! I just love his body man, it makes me so fucking hot. So I thought we were done with all that and then we went swimming! Man he's so sexy in a bathing suit. Woooo baby. I just want to rub him down with some hot massage oil and then let him jiz all over my face. Man...I can't keep up this sherade any longer. I just have to tell him how I feel...

This is Dan again...What the hell was that all about?
....I'm goin home.

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D rew [08 Jun 2004|08:38am]
[ mood | hungry ]

Hey everyone, its me.
IM in the shitty computer lab where nothing works, including the internet so far its shut down like 6 times and i hope it doesnt shut down before i fifnish this. anywho...im in a giftee careers class and i have nothing better to do. im listening to ska and lovin it.
anyways that ass folks
peace, love, conserve water, recycle


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cars [07 Jun 2004|07:14pm]
i like cars....cars are fun...heres the car i like

Lamborghini countache

Sexiest chickmobile on the planet, i wish i was a lamborghini, cuz then u would ride me all day long;)
okay maybe not, that is kinda dirty but w/e.
after reading bryans sweet adventure on this weekend i really wanna drink....so bad....but i wont cuz im a good little boy and i made me a promise which i will keep so that ppl dont make fun of me.
im also now addicted to ketchup chips....i need them dayly.
i went to the salvation army and had 6 hotdogs today at lunch and they were good. thats one step closer to becoming fat like i always wanted. if there is anybody else out there who has a dream of becoming a fat lard ass couch potatoe...let me know...we can start a club.
i also hate chocolate...hate with a passion. it tastes like poo and looks like it too. chocolate is stupid and should be burned....except for just a little. that bit should be kept in a vauly for when i get a chocolate craving...which i will satisfy with a creamy milk chocolate bar. Chocolate = Hate
how much you want to kill me after saying that...hehehe
australian food is for pussies..........and australians
i waNT TO chqat with people now so everyone have a good day...or whats left of it
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killerr.....pool party! [05 Jun 2004|12:27pm]
yesterday was so awesome
i swam in etobikoke in the mornin and swam like shit as always, but that didnt matter. Then i want back to school cuz of sum shitty sumatives and shit and then went home. Tom called me and sed we should go play music, but then we got pissed off to shit because fag mailman, the queer that he is, fucking teefed one of our mike's cuz he was jealous of how damn good our band was;)
so we brought another mike and we played for like 3 hopurs. We made up a new song and now we just need to write lyrics, but its super rad :D. and we also made up an acoustic song about how matt mailman isd a fag and how he likes pedofile because thats what he is....dirty cock licking faggot (smile like a donut haha)
anyways so i got sum new x box games yesterday too, amped two and sum demo disc thing that i got for free.i havnt played it yet and so i'm going to do that rite now.
P.S. to everyone who doesn't know matt mailman, he's coming to our school next year so feel free to throw anything....anything at all....beer bottles, tomatoes u name it...when u see him:D:D:D
i kno i will.
day old pepsi is the greatest thing ever!!
actually, it makes me feel sick
im going out to skate
keep it real homefries

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IM a gangster [03 Jun 2004|08:48pm]
today was cool
i felt like shit when i woke up...some how during the night i turned myself so that i was sleeping on my bed sideways and my head was hanging off the side (i have a queen sized matress) and when i woke up my nech felt like it wanted to explode...not cool.
then i had a shitty breakfast and was so tired when i came to school. Josh azan complimented me by saying :"dude you look like the walking dead"...i agreed... and walked into a wall...it hurt. Then after that shitty assempbly i felt kinda better.
I played mini golf in Math and just as Mrs. Burns took us outside to talk to us about "how special we are because were gifted" (it makes me feel like such a nerdy fag) i saw the cops come in with theyr swat uniforms and shit and i was like coool i want one of those.
Then leng came out of a dark classroom with his hands behing his head and i was like kool sumnone just got arrested at our school. about 5 minutes later, everyone at school new about it....rumors spread fast.
Ate lunch, did class and went to swimming with t bain and chantelle...swam like crap as usual and got home.
now i got a shit load of homewerk and im so pissed, cuz its like assignments that i have to dofor tomorrow, so after the damn meet i have to come back to school and hand that shit in. Fuck life, as always:D:D:D
Peace out homeslice

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im not sleepy....really [02 Jun 2004|10:17pm]
y am i not dead yet....im so bored i think i passed out like 10 mins ago and just came to...na d so i thot i'd just update u ppl on that

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[02 Jun 2004|09:20pm]
[ mood | dorky ]

just a few more:D:D sorry if im bugging yall, i just love these

Things To Do In An Elevator Mark as unread

1) When there's only one other person in the elvator, tap them
on the shoulder and then pretend it wasn't you.

2) Push the buttons and pretend they give you a shock. Smile,
and go back for more.

3) Ask if you can push the button for other people, but push the
wrong ones.

4) Call the Psychic Hotline from your cell phone and ask if they
know what floor your on.

5) Hold the doors open and say your saiting for a friend. After
a while, let the doors close, and say, "Hi Greg. How's your day

6) Drop a pen and wait until someone goes to pick it up, then
scream, "That's mine!"

7) Bring a camera and take pictures of everyone in the elevator.

8) Move your desk into the elevator and whenever anyone gets on,
ask if they have an apointment.

9) Lay down the twister mat and ask people if they would like to

10) Leave a box in the corner, and when someone gets on, ask
them if they can hear ticking.

11) Pretend you are a flight attendant and review emergency
procedures and exits with the passengers.

12) Ask, "Did you feel that?"

13) Stand really close to someone, sniffing them occasionally.

14) When the doors close, announce to the others, "It's okay,
don't panic, they open again!"

15) Swat at flies that don't exist.

16) Tell people that you can see their aura.

17) Call out, "Group Hug!"and then enforce it.

18) Grimace painfully while smacking your forehead and
muttering, "Shut up, all of you, just shut up!"

19) Crack open your briefcase or purse, and while peering
inside, ask, "Got enough air in there?"

20) Stand silently and motionless in the corner, facing the
wall, without getting off.

21) Stare at another passenger for a while, then announce in
horror, "Your one of THEM!" and back away slowly.

22) Wear a puppet on your hand and use it to talk to the other

23) Listen to the elevator walls with your stethoscope.

24) Make explosion noises when anyone presses a button.

25) Stare, grinning at another passenger for a while, then
announce, "I have new socks on".

26) Draw a little square on the floor with chalk and announce to
the other passnegers, "This is MY personal space!"

and....i love this one

showering for women/men

How to Shower Like a Woman:

1. Take off fourteen layers of clothing you put on this morning.
2. Walk to bathroom wearing robe and towel on head. If you
happen to see husband along the way, ignore juvenile
"turban-head" jokes and run to bathroom.
3. Look at womanly physique in mirror and stick out stomach so
as to complain about how fat you're getting.
4. Turn on hot water only.
5. Get in the shower, once you've found it through all the steam.
6. Look for facecloth, armcloth, legcloth, long loofah, wide
loofah, and pumice stone.
7. Wash hair once with cucumber and lemon shampoo with 83 added
8. Rinse hair. Condition your hair with cucumber and lemon
conditioner enhanced with natural crocus oil. Leave on hair
for fifteen minutes.
9. Wash face with crushed apricot facial scrub for ten minutes
until red and raw.
10. Try to wash entire rest of body with Ginger Nut and Java
Cake bodywash.
11. Complain bitterly when you realize that your husband has
once again been EATING your ginger nut and java cake body
12. Rinse conditioner off hair (this takes at least fifteen
minutes, as you must make sure that all the conditioner has
come off).
13. Debate shaving armpits and legs and decide that you can't be
14. Scream loudly when your husband flushes the toilet and you
get a rush of cold water.
15. Turn hot water on full and rinse off.
16. Dry with a towel the size of a small African country.


How to Shower Like a Man:

1. Sit on the edge of the bed and take off the underwear you've
walking around the house in all morning. Leave them on the
2. Walk to bathroom wearing a towel. If you see your wife along
the way, flash her.
3. Look at your manly physique in the mirror. Pat your beer
belly with affection as if it was a great achievement. Suck
in your gut to see if you have pecs. (No.)
4. Turn on the water.
5. Check for pecs again. (Still no.)
6. Get in the shower.
7. Don't bother to look for a washcloth. (You don't use one.)
8. Spend 5 minutes soaping your body and rinse.
9. Spend 15 minutes washing your crotch and surrounding area.
10. Wash your rear end.
11. Shampoo your hair, do not use conditioner.
12. Make a shampoo mohawk.
13. Open the door and look at yourself in the mirror, giggle.
14. Pee.
15. Repeat #9, because it felt good.
16. Rinse off and get out of the shower.
17. Pick up the towel and sniff it. If it smells okay, go ahead
and dry off with it. If it doesn't smell okay, holler to your
wife to find you a clean one.
18. Return to the bedroom wearing the towel, if you pass your
wife, flash her.

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'Tis Moi [02 Jun 2004|09:08pm]
[ mood | lazy ]

check this out
Twenty Fun Things to do at a Fast Food Drive Thru

1. Stand close to the speaker and yell your order,
using colorful expletives in ways which would
embarrass the patrons inside.
2. Drive through backwards.
3. Belch your order.
4. After ordering, cover the speaker and mic with
transparent tape. Watch as customers and order-takers
are unable to hear each other and, thus,
each raises his/her volume.
5. Barter. Offer a Whopper for a Big Mac.
6. Walk through.
7. Speak a foreign language (make one up if you have to).
When the manager comes to the mic,
speak English and inquire as to why
the order taker had such difficulty understanding you.
8. Repeat everything the order-taker says.
9. Attempt to take the order-takers order
("Hi, may I take your order?") before they get
a chance to take yours.
10. Order confusing items, i.e.,
"Hi, I'll have a large orange Coke and
a small medium fries, please".
11. In a crowded drive-thru line, place a HUGE order,
then slip out of line and watch the fun as
the person behind you is handed 40 bags of food.
12. When you arrive at the window to pick up your food,
hand them several bags of garbage & ask if they'll
dispose of it for you. Make sure it smells.
13. Drive through with a carload of naked people.
14. Speak in such a garbled fashion that the order-taker
will think there is a problem with the speaker
and ask you to order at the window.
When you arrive at the window,
speak in the same garbled, incomprehensible fashion.
15. Drive through with someone on the hood to accept the food.
16. Bring along a Mr. Microphone.
When the order-taker speaks, aim the mic at
their speaker but do so while aiming the Mr. Microphone
speaker at the mic to produce excruciating feedback of their
own voice.
17. One word: Flatulence!
18. Have a friend hide in the trunk.
When you approach the window to pickup your order,
have him start yelling and banging his fists on the trunk.
19. If you are a male,
have a female friend place the order by speaking
VERY seductively and suggestively into the speaker.
When she finishes, have her hide and pull up to accept
your order. See how many of the order-takers fellow
employees have been called over to the window to
"check out the babe".
20. Change a flat tire in the drive-thru lane.

and this

20 things to say to a telemarketer

1. If they want to loan you money, tell them you just filed for
bankruptcy and you could sure use some money.

2. If they start out with, "How are you today?" say, "I'm so
glad you asked, because no one these days seems to care, and I
have all these problems. My arthritis is acting up, my eyelashes
are sore, my dog just died . . . "

3. If they say they're John Doe from XYZ Company, ask them to
spell their name. Then ask them to spell the company name. Then
ask them where it is located, how long it has been in business,
how many people work there, how they got into this line of work
if they are married, how many kids they have, etc. Continue
asking them personal questions or questions about their company
for as long as necessary.

4. This works great if you are male. Telemarketer: "Hi, my name
is Judy and I'm with XYZ Company. " You: Wait for a second and
with a real husky voice ask, "What are you wearing?"

5. Cry out in surprise, "Judy? Is that you? Oh my God! Judy, how
have you been?" Hopefully, this will give Judy a few brief
moments of terror as she tries to figure out where she could
know you from.

6. Say "No" over and over. Be sure to vary the sound of each
one, and keep a rhythmic tempo, even as they are trying to
speak. This is most fun if you can do it until they hang up.

7. If MCI calls trying to get you to sign up for the Family and
Friends Plan, reply, in as sinister a voice as you can, "I don't
have any friends, would you be my friend?"

8. If the company cleans rugs, respond: "Can you get out blood?
Can you get out goat blood? How about human blood?"

9. After the Telemarketer gives his or her spiel, ask him or her
to marry you. When they get all flustered, tell them that you
can't just give your credit card number to a complete stranger.

10. Tell the Telemarketer that you work for the same company,
and they can't sell to employees.

11. Answer the phone. As soon as you realize it is a
Telemarketer, set the receiver down, scream, "Oh my God!" and
then hang up.

12. Tell the Telemarketer you are busy at the moment and ask
him/her if he/she will give you his/her home phone number so you
can call him/her back. When the Telemarketer explains that
telemarketers cannot give out their home numbers say, "I guess
you don't want anyone bothering you at home, right?" The
Telemarketer will agree and you say, "Me either!" Hang up.

13. Ask them to repeat everything they say, several times.

14. Tell them it is dinner time, but ask if they would please
hold. Put them on your speaker phone while you continue to eat
at your leisure. Smack your food loudly and continue with your
dinner conversation.

15. Tell the Telemarketer you are on "home incarceration" and
ask if they could bring you some beer.

16. Ask them to fax the information to you, and make up a number.

17. Tell the Telemarketer, "Okay, I'll listen to you. But I
should probably tell you, I'm not wearing any clothes."

18. Insist that the caller is really your buddy Leon, playing a
joke. "Come on, Leon, cut it out! Seriously, Leon, how's your

19. Tell them you are hard of hearing and that they need to
speak up . . . louder . . . louder . . .

20. Tell them to talk very slowly, because you want to write
every word down.

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Hello Again [02 Jun 2004|08:44pm]
[ mood | drunk ]

Dear Diary:
Ahh...today was a beatuful day. The sun was shining, the birds were chirping and love was in the air. I held hands with a girl for the first time. I liked it. It felt good..............

Ahhem...sorry, i dont know where i was going with that one. but anyways, hi, its me, and im back again....Muahahaha (im a freak)
So anywho..i was having fun today...slacked in swimming this morn. because it was quite the slack, and slept throught school. Actually i had a dentist appointment and i'm once again.,.cavity free. (I treasure my cleanliness...jk)Then i went to school, where i saw plenty of happy smiling faces. had sum pizza for lunch and then did absolutely nothing for the rest of lunch.
Heres a funny story. I was on my way back from pizza pizza and i happened to step wierd and twist my ankle...it hurt...(to be continued)
history sucked so i left and bought a drink...drank it...talked to people and then came back just in time to watch a movie. Then i went to nerdy french...yay for nerds. NERDS UNITE!!! sorry i took that too far.

After school, me n dan went skateboardin at the plaza and we met up with three grade nines and we skated with them for a while. that got boring so i went home.
(the story continues) I was skateboarding home and suddenly i slipped while messing around and trying a moving varial and smoked my shin on the same leg as i twisted my leg before, and so i yelled...(still to be continued.)
I got home and made sum good food for myself (a coke and a stick of cheese) and sat at my computer doing homewerk. That got boring fast so i decided to go cut the lawn..which is where my story continues
As i finish cutting the lawn i slip in some mud and my foot like lands wierd....and thats when i lose it...snap....overreact! For some odd and strange reason i start yelling and screaming bad language at my leg....My LEG! I swear to gad that anyone who was walking by was like " oh look at the stupid idiot"... but whatever...i was angry at it...what was i supposed to do. ifter my very one sided argument with my friend... leg...i went inside and did nothing un til now.
Which brings me to whats on my mind right now. Well...if u must know...im thinking about cookies...but not just regular cookies...the good kind with the soft chewy cookie part and the melted chocolate chips *drool* i like cookies.
Well anywho...bored once again and so i think ill stop writing.......................now

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Howdy [01 Jun 2004|08:26pm]
[ mood | crazy ]

Alright, now that i have time to talk about shite, i might as well. I always thot that this junk garbage journal writing stuff was stupid, but tessa obviously whipped my ass into shape. so now i guess ill be updating this every few weeks. Im a lazy fool who rarely gives a crap and so these journals will be the most lamest, retarded pieces of literature that one has ever set eyes on.
Im listening to emo music right now, and what do ya know... it just so happens to be the new slipknot...which is supposed to be metal... with lots of screaming...and yelling. But its not, just thought you should know.
Back in the Day i used to be a big metalhead. I was all about the "big anger music" as some people call it. It just mellowed me out. Now ive moved on to something quite a bit worse (better in my eyes)...the beatiful "softcore Ska". it is my god and i worship it...especially the elevator ska style...the shit...definatly the shit!! Its such a mellower mix..the kinda shit that stoners listen to when theyre wasted. But i dont do that...ever. And for all you people that know me...i dont even touch alcohol do i.............................
p.s. ive vowed to not drink until swimming season ends, and for all you people who dont think i can do that, screw you, cuz it will happen...no matter what the temptation.

Anyways, today was fun
(as far as i'm concerened, in a journal you're supposed to write about how your day was and let out some personal feelings...i think i will)
It started like a normal day, swimming and sleeping through careeres (mrs. myers likes me so i can do whatever i want) and then i stayed and ate lunch with sum ppl and p;layed cards (cuz im a hardcore nerd ((i dont usually eat lunch with "card players" but i had nowhere to go cuz im a loner so i did))) Then chilled in the library readin about cars and talking to ppl about how big my boobs are. Then after lunch, the highlite of my day. in history class. most of you know Nathaniel..ahh good old nathaniel.
well anyways we had a plan...a recon mission if you will. Me and dan decided to go on a "hunt for nats adgenda". as dan distracted him i struggled my way through some desks and slipped the adgenda under another desk and ran off with it. And to everyones surprise (ezxcept mine, cuz i already knew this) we discovered some great information about this Nat character. It turns out that his adgenda is like his journal, where he writes all of his personal feelings. we turned to April 11th and found out some very juicy, but very disturbing information. It turns out that Nat has an obsession with this one girl, hayley. and not just a regular obsession, a creepy stalker one. It turns out that he memorized the day that he met her and so in big red penned letters surrounded by bubblyletters read:" One year of "friendship" with hayley" and scribbledall round the page were many other sayings like, i never thought it was meant to be" or something like that i cant remeber. anyways he also had some lines written down like practice lines for what he was going to say to hayley.
Nats always been a wierd guy and i have nothing against him...just somethimes things gey too wierd...and funny....and creepy (now imagine if u were hayley..what would u do?)
butr anyways, im getting lazy, i think i'll write sum more later because this is more fun then i thot:D:D:D:D:D:D

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