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Aveinu shalom alechem, my friends! Long time no...update. Damn, that doesn't work quite as well as the old "long time no see" parable. Oh well...So, let's see what's new...
Well, nothing really, in particular. What a boring week. I've been reminiscing, though. See, I'm going to the Dominican Republic in a month or so for February break, and it brought back memories from the last time I went there, the same resort and all, summer after freshman year...Like that one time when I was playing tennis, and I hit the ball, but not too well, and it went soaring, high, high in the air, towards the clouds...and as it dropped, something small and black dropped with it. I ran over to see what it was...I hit a bird. Its poor body was just lying there on the court where the ball dropped (no pun intended--you sickos), the force of my hit apparently having been too much for it. ...Whoops.
Olivia.
So, well, yesterday I was "semi-legally" downloading this album off a program called Soulseek, when the fellow I was downloading it off of IMed me (in Soulseek, that is). Now, since this was a Cuban album I was getting, the guy was talking in Spanish, and launched into a whole big thing asking if I was a music producer--unless, of course, I was slightly misinterpreting his Spanish, which we all know isn't a possibility at all. After all, I was 2nd place in Nassau County on the National Spanish Exam, how could you beat that? Unless, of course, you were 1st place...it was some girl from Hewlett, I'll just have to kill her. Or sleep with her as a bribe to make her not take the test this year. But I digress...anywho! I ended up talking to this guy in Spanish, and (thanks to my insane Spanish skills skillz) I don't think he realized I'm some 15 year old American kid. As far as I know, I'm pretty sure he still thinks I'm the fellow who produced the last two Ricky Martin albums...but don't tell him the truth!! :-X
I think that's about it for tonight, my friends. A short entry, I know. I need to write down my random thoughts some more to collect them as I go along...Hmm...Check out the new MySpace, another product of my inability to properly handle peer pressure. I disgust myself sometimes...blurble. Shalom!
Well, nothing really, in particular. What a boring week. I've been reminiscing, though. See, I'm going to the Dominican Republic in a month or so for February break, and it brought back memories from the last time I went there, the same resort and all, summer after freshman year...Like that one time when I was playing tennis, and I hit the ball, but not too well, and it went soaring, high, high in the air, towards the clouds...and as it dropped, something small and black dropped with it. I ran over to see what it was...I hit a bird. Its poor body was just lying there on the court where the ball dropped (no pun intended--you sickos), the force of my hit apparently having been too much for it. ...Whoops.
Olivia.
So, well, yesterday I was "semi-legally" downloading this album off a program called Soulseek, when the fellow I was downloading it off of IMed me (in Soulseek, that is). Now, since this was a Cuban album I was getting, the guy was talking in Spanish, and launched into a whole big thing asking if I was a music producer--unless, of course, I was slightly misinterpreting his Spanish, which we all know isn't a possibility at all. After all, I was 2nd place in Nassau County on the National Spanish Exam, how could you beat that? Unless, of course, you were 1st place...it was some girl from Hewlett, I'll just have to kill her. Or sleep with her as a bribe to make her not take the test this year. But I digress...anywho! I ended up talking to this guy in Spanish, and (thanks to my insane Spanish skills skillz) I don't think he realized I'm some 15 year old American kid. As far as I know, I'm pretty sure he still thinks I'm the fellow who produced the last two Ricky Martin albums...but don't tell him the truth!! :-X
I think that's about it for tonight, my friends. A short entry, I know. I need to write down my random thoughts some more to collect them as I go along...Hmm...Check out the new MySpace, another product of my inability to properly handle peer pressure. I disgust myself sometimes...blurble. Shalom!