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Why am I up so early? I don't even have class until, like, 11. And yet I'm awake at nine-thirty trying to figure out a way to entertain myself that DOESN'T involve deciding on which pair of jeans to wear.
I think I'm going with the black ones.
Health final today. That should be a doozy of a test considering my teacher openly admits he dislikes teaching and just wants to get everyone out with at least a B. GG, Coach(sadly not Craig T. Nelson. What a class that'd be!)
It's already August, and I've got 22 days left until I turn that awful age of 20. I don't really see myself dreading anything, seeing as I'll finally have leveled up into "young-adulthood" from "The teenage years". I don't get any class perks at this level, but 21 holds some promises. w00t.
I think I can sum up my entire summer up to this point with a few choice words that, if there was a word deli, would have been picked from that really nice freezer. Not the REALLY nice one with all the fancy shrink wrap and labels and shit, but the one right next to that. With the sign that says "No Discounts on prime cut words". Yeahman.
Anyway: Starbucks, Movies, Mall, Nikki's house. In no particular order, of course.
That's juuuuust about the gist of it.
As for mah boys:
Rafe: Now with extra scenester in each bite.
Scott: Present.
David: Still tall. Taller than me. For now.
Kris: ALMOST, BABY. ALMOST.
Mikey: The happiest big man EVER.
Kevin: Where have you been, you little bastard?
Marshal: Still rockin'. Oh yes.
I've been watching Shark Week and playing Knights of the Old Republic II religiously, and I think it's just about the best combination ever. Shark and Jedi go together like...sharks and water. Yeah.
I want to be almost completely symmetric in my tattooing. I need another one on the back of my arm, I want to finish my back, get two on the backs of my legs, and then tattoo my face on the moon. Moonstopher. Or Christophoon. I'm not sure which one I like yet, but I have to choose one.
Alas, I am but a pile of awesomeness. TO SCHOOL.
I think I'm going with the black ones.
Health final today. That should be a doozy of a test considering my teacher openly admits he dislikes teaching and just wants to get everyone out with at least a B. GG, Coach(sadly not Craig T. Nelson. What a class that'd be!)
It's already August, and I've got 22 days left until I turn that awful age of 20. I don't really see myself dreading anything, seeing as I'll finally have leveled up into "young-adulthood" from "The teenage years". I don't get any class perks at this level, but 21 holds some promises. w00t.
I think I can sum up my entire summer up to this point with a few choice words that, if there was a word deli, would have been picked from that really nice freezer. Not the REALLY nice one with all the fancy shrink wrap and labels and shit, but the one right next to that. With the sign that says "No Discounts on prime cut words". Yeahman.
Anyway: Starbucks, Movies, Mall, Nikki's house. In no particular order, of course.
That's juuuuust about the gist of it.
As for mah boys:
Rafe: Now with extra scenester in each bite.
Scott: Present.
David: Still tall. Taller than me. For now.
Kris: ALMOST, BABY. ALMOST.
Mikey: The happiest big man EVER.
Kevin: Where have you been, you little bastard?
Marshal: Still rockin'. Oh yes.
I've been watching Shark Week and playing Knights of the Old Republic II religiously, and I think it's just about the best combination ever. Shark and Jedi go together like...sharks and water. Yeah.
I want to be almost completely symmetric in my tattooing. I need another one on the back of my arm, I want to finish my back, get two on the backs of my legs, and then tattoo my face on the moon. Moonstopher. Or Christophoon. I'm not sure which one I like yet, but I have to choose one.
Alas, I am but a pile of awesomeness. TO SCHOOL.