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If there has been one, very important thing I've learned this year, it has been to never overdo myself. However, this does not apply to school, a field in which I have invested a buttload of time. And it paid off! I got an A in physics and a B in Calculus. After fretting for days in observation of how terrible my finals were, this came as quite an excellent surprise. Basically, fuck school. I can do it.
Right now, it is four in the morning, and I am at Tyler's office in the Nixon HQ reading about UFO's and prime numbers. Earlier today, I saw a band called Plus 44 (against my will) at Soma. It was really bad, almost as bad as the Modest Mouse show on Saturday. One might think that a lineup including Johnny Marr, a man responsible for 20% of the world's sickest riffs, might be a good one. He SUCKED! And so did the rest of Modest Mouse. Good thing my ticket was free.
I was skateboarding a few hours ago with Tyler, and my shoelace got caught in the wheel. I flew forward and hit my chin against the ground, and now I look stupid. Man, I wish I could skateboard.
The time has come for me to repair and tend to my car. I'm half expecting to open the tank in the trunk and find a solidified block of old vegetable oil. If I can fix that beezy before school starts again, my car will make a guest appearance in Irie Town, USA. On 4/20, in Santa Cruz, I plan on running my car on hemp oil. That is, if I can get my hands on some.
I can't wait until the members of team lopester start flying back into their gnometown so that we can all ride the yellow bus and get straight dumb retarded.
Right now, it is four in the morning, and I am at Tyler's office in the Nixon HQ reading about UFO's and prime numbers. Earlier today, I saw a band called Plus 44 (against my will) at Soma. It was really bad, almost as bad as the Modest Mouse show on Saturday. One might think that a lineup including Johnny Marr, a man responsible for 20% of the world's sickest riffs, might be a good one. He SUCKED! And so did the rest of Modest Mouse. Good thing my ticket was free.
I was skateboarding a few hours ago with Tyler, and my shoelace got caught in the wheel. I flew forward and hit my chin against the ground, and now I look stupid. Man, I wish I could skateboard.
The time has come for me to repair and tend to my car. I'm half expecting to open the tank in the trunk and find a solidified block of old vegetable oil. If I can fix that beezy before school starts again, my car will make a guest appearance in Irie Town, USA. On 4/20, in Santa Cruz, I plan on running my car on hemp oil. That is, if I can get my hands on some.
I can't wait until the members of team lopester start flying back into their gnometown so that we can all ride the yellow bus and get straight dumb retarded.