eight mile soviet style
SATs need to die. saturday was a painfully boring day in the morning because of that damn test. next time i take it if im at xavier im gonna wear a la salle shirt. damn crackers.i saw shaolin soccer with mike thus fulfilling a year and a half or so long commitiment. citizen kane...good but its no shaolin soccer."ahh people die in the most innappropiate places".later on in the night me rach mike and julia were just wonderin and we got abducted by hiphoppin commies!! they lured in julia through vice...and Stalin! ...well it was a party or something with music and stuff. i smelled scam but rachel mike and julia were interested and the mob rules. there were like a whole 3 people there. man white people shouldnt rap. ever. we left in hot pursuit on chairs followed by some hairy commie in a desk chair. mike and rachel ( who were driving a chair ) hit a crack in the street and span like 10 fuckin times and fell flat on their asses.it was like burnout or something. im glad this damn week is over!