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So I guess by now, all of the Harry Potter obssessed
freaks have finished reading the last book, Hary Potter and the
Half-Blood Prince. But I was wrong. Last week, I posted up a bulletin
trying to spoil everyone's ending by titling it Snape Kills Dumbledoor and five people responded to it. I thought it was funny. So I went online looking for those kinds of pranks and I found this:
You can't see much of it, but you can hear it. And it's hilarious
Well, here's what's been happening my whole week:
I went to the beach with Anna. I can't remember how long I hadn't gone to the beach for, but I know it's been a while. I know I didn't get to go last summer. No- wait...once last summer. And twice in the winter. I must say that beaches aren't half as beautiful and interesting in the summer as they are in the winter. Mainly because when you go in the winter the lifeguards aren't there. Which means you can walk on the rocks without getting yelled at, or given a ticket. And you get to see all kinds of freaks walking around with metal detectors trying to find stupid coins that to them will "someday be worth a million". My dad is one of those people. Except he doesn't have a metal detector. Otherwise I'd have asked to be disowned a long time ago. Anyhow, we're going again tomorrw and hopefully I won't forget my camera and will be able to take tons of pictures.
On...hmm, when was this? Ah yes, on Saturday Anthony and I went to Central Park. It was so much fun because we got off on the wrong stop and had to find our way by pure insticnts (of mine, due to Anthony having less of a sense of direction than I do). So we had to walk for 20 minutes and then finally hit a highway. We had no clue where to go and we were in the middle of thousands of cars! After figuring out that we would eventually hit Central Park even if it took us a day or two, we decided to keep walking. We walked until we realized that it was too late to go back because he had to be home in two hours and we wouldn't have time to go on the paddle boats. After two minutes of scratching my head thinking of what to do, I decided to climb the wall. So we did, and ended up on top of a huge mountain. A very bushy mountain. And behind one of those bushy spots lived 5 homeless people. I now know where to go if I'm ever kicked out of my house.
We came out kind of black. Ha~!
He hates smiling in pictures, so I choked him and surprisingly it did the trick.
I'm not smacking him, I wanted to show you guys how much we contrast. He's such a brownie. Hahaha!
=)
I don't really know what this guy was accomplishing by wearing clothes that look 200 years old, but I liked him anyways.
Anthony thought he was sexy as well.
Bad picture. Pretty fountain.
This disgusting swamp turned out to be our fuck spot. We never actually fucked in it, but if we ever do, it'll be on this rock. Because it's awesome.
That's Coney Island. It's right across the beach.
That "Cyclone" rollercoaster "is the devil!".
It broke my neck and made me squish Ivan everytime we came to a turn.
=D! Lifeguard. We were sitting right under him.
Mom! Hahaha!
Her bathingsuit is so flowery.
So is mine.
And can you guys see my sunburn?
The people behind us kept listening to weird music and made sure to annoy everyone within a mile by raising the volume of their boombox to the highest it could go.
My mommy really liked this for some reason. So I took a picture.
And I took a picture of this because I liked it.
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And now, my four favorite pictures.
(he thinks he's cool)
Ironic isn't it?
You can't see much of it, but you can hear it. And it's hilarious
Well, here's what's been happening my whole week:
I went to the beach with Anna. I can't remember how long I hadn't gone to the beach for, but I know it's been a while. I know I didn't get to go last summer. No- wait...once last summer. And twice in the winter. I must say that beaches aren't half as beautiful and interesting in the summer as they are in the winter. Mainly because when you go in the winter the lifeguards aren't there. Which means you can walk on the rocks without getting yelled at, or given a ticket. And you get to see all kinds of freaks walking around with metal detectors trying to find stupid coins that to them will "someday be worth a million". My dad is one of those people. Except he doesn't have a metal detector. Otherwise I'd have asked to be disowned a long time ago. Anyhow, we're going again tomorrw and hopefully I won't forget my camera and will be able to take tons of pictures.
On...hmm, when was this? Ah yes, on Saturday Anthony and I went to Central Park. It was so much fun because we got off on the wrong stop and had to find our way by pure insticnts (of mine, due to Anthony having less of a sense of direction than I do). So we had to walk for 20 minutes and then finally hit a highway. We had no clue where to go and we were in the middle of thousands of cars! After figuring out that we would eventually hit Central Park even if it took us a day or two, we decided to keep walking. We walked until we realized that it was too late to go back because he had to be home in two hours and we wouldn't have time to go on the paddle boats. After two minutes of scratching my head thinking of what to do, I decided to climb the wall. So we did, and ended up on top of a huge mountain. A very bushy mountain. And behind one of those bushy spots lived 5 homeless people. I now know where to go if I'm ever kicked out of my house.
We came out kind of black. Ha~!
He hates smiling in pictures, so I choked him and surprisingly it did the trick.
I'm not smacking him, I wanted to show you guys how much we contrast. He's such a brownie. Hahaha!
=)
I don't really know what this guy was accomplishing by wearing clothes that look 200 years old, but I liked him anyways.
Anthony thought he was sexy as well.
Bad picture. Pretty fountain.
This disgusting swamp turned out to be our fuck spot. We never actually fucked in it, but if we ever do, it'll be on this rock. Because it's awesome.
That's Coney Island. It's right across the beach.
That "Cyclone" rollercoaster "is the devil!".
It broke my neck and made me squish Ivan everytime we came to a turn.
=D! Lifeguard. We were sitting right under him.
Mom! Hahaha!
Her bathingsuit is so flowery.
So is mine.
And can you guys see my sunburn?
The people behind us kept listening to weird music and made sure to annoy everyone within a mile by raising the volume of their boombox to the highest it could go.
My mommy really liked this for some reason. So I took a picture.
And I took a picture of this because I liked it.
********************************************************************************
And now, my four favorite pictures.
(he thinks he's cool)
Ironic isn't it?