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Good Things About The World List:
1. Lost is an amazing show and if you don't watch and claim to be interested in tv/film, you need to stop existing. I literally fill the inside of my pants with semen every Wednesday night. Not to sound like a dork here, but that shot in the last episode where the camera continously panned 360 degrees around Jack as he screamed, kind of broke my brain. Wow. I wish I had the equipment to do that.
2. Facebook has now reunited me with three long lost cousins from my mom's side. It's moved past that initial stage of stop stalking me online, you perverts. My cousin Desmond, calls me like once a week just to shoot the S and we end up on the phone almost for an hour. And it's cool that we have things to talk about, but can't you condense that shit into like fifteen minutes? I got bills to pay.
3. Our broomball team is #2 in rank and Kyle Surma's team is dead last. For a team that was thrown together last year, we shagged some ass out there on the field, man. I just want to reiterate that Kyle Surma's team is dead last. But not too much can be expected out of someone that has Mike Ramsey's anal beads lodged in their colon. Sux 2 be N E thing butt the best!
4. I will be out of the dorms forever in three weeks. No more of this piss yellow water and obnoxious late night running down the hall when you should have been in bed ten minutes ago ready to get yo school onz. No more listening to my suitemates or some sports fan loser down the hall screaming at their television as their lame ass team loses while I sit at my desk frothing at the mouth ready to take a dump on a bitch's head. No more.
5. Next year, Whoregan and I own Telecasters, which is just such a good thing for Sideshow. No more of that "Hey, everyone is going to get new harddrives, but Sideshow isn't" bullshit. It makes me cooky happy that people are applying for executive board positions and Sideshow can finally get out of the butt ugly shadows it's been lying in since it's creation.
6. This summer will probably be the best summer I've ever had. I'm done with trying to hang out with high school friends. Done with it. It's about as over as Jennifer Garner's career come May. I'm sick of being home. I am sick of being bored, sick of Beverly Hills. That world is so yesterday Hilary Duff can sing about it until she pukes her brains out.
7. Love. My jobs. Both of them. This summer I'll be working twenty hours in the Com lab sitting at a desk basically watching downloaded movies and TV shows. I may occasionally have to check out a camera or a radio studio or refill paper in the computer labs. But it's summer, man. And as for my job at PBS, um hello, it's PB motherfucking S. My name is credited in syndicated television shows. I am so happy doing what I do.
8. My twenty first birthday. How many people get the pleasure of turning 21 on the 21st? Uh, Brandon does. It's seven days earlier than Mr. Rosenfeld's and right around Whoregan's birthday. August can't come quickly enough. I am so excited. You can't see it, but I'm making the face Michael Jackson made after he was acquitted of having sex with little boys. Only there's not a little boy on my lap as I make it.
1. Lost is an amazing show and if you don't watch and claim to be interested in tv/film, you need to stop existing. I literally fill the inside of my pants with semen every Wednesday night. Not to sound like a dork here, but that shot in the last episode where the camera continously panned 360 degrees around Jack as he screamed, kind of broke my brain. Wow. I wish I had the equipment to do that.
2. Facebook has now reunited me with three long lost cousins from my mom's side. It's moved past that initial stage of stop stalking me online, you perverts. My cousin Desmond, calls me like once a week just to shoot the S and we end up on the phone almost for an hour. And it's cool that we have things to talk about, but can't you condense that shit into like fifteen minutes? I got bills to pay.
3. Our broomball team is #2 in rank and Kyle Surma's team is dead last. For a team that was thrown together last year, we shagged some ass out there on the field, man. I just want to reiterate that Kyle Surma's team is dead last. But not too much can be expected out of someone that has Mike Ramsey's anal beads lodged in their colon. Sux 2 be N E thing butt the best!
4. I will be out of the dorms forever in three weeks. No more of this piss yellow water and obnoxious late night running down the hall when you should have been in bed ten minutes ago ready to get yo school onz. No more listening to my suitemates or some sports fan loser down the hall screaming at their television as their lame ass team loses while I sit at my desk frothing at the mouth ready to take a dump on a bitch's head. No more.
5. Next year, Whoregan and I own Telecasters, which is just such a good thing for Sideshow. No more of that "Hey, everyone is going to get new harddrives, but Sideshow isn't" bullshit. It makes me cooky happy that people are applying for executive board positions and Sideshow can finally get out of the butt ugly shadows it's been lying in since it's creation.
6. This summer will probably be the best summer I've ever had. I'm done with trying to hang out with high school friends. Done with it. It's about as over as Jennifer Garner's career come May. I'm sick of being home. I am sick of being bored, sick of Beverly Hills. That world is so yesterday Hilary Duff can sing about it until she pukes her brains out.
7. Love. My jobs. Both of them. This summer I'll be working twenty hours in the Com lab sitting at a desk basically watching downloaded movies and TV shows. I may occasionally have to check out a camera or a radio studio or refill paper in the computer labs. But it's summer, man. And as for my job at PBS, um hello, it's PB motherfucking S. My name is credited in syndicated television shows. I am so happy doing what I do.
8. My twenty first birthday. How many people get the pleasure of turning 21 on the 21st? Uh, Brandon does. It's seven days earlier than Mr. Rosenfeld's and right around Whoregan's birthday. August can't come quickly enough. I am so excited. You can't see it, but I'm making the face Michael Jackson made after he was acquitted of having sex with little boys. Only there's not a little boy on my lap as I make it.