yeah.
today sucked ass. major ass. like.. larry the cable guy ass.
So i woke up at the unpleasant hour of 7.. on a saturday, went to north brunswick high school to take the SAT's. was suprisingly bombared with indian kids and stood there asking myself if i should try to do good on this. My answer led me outside naturally because i forgot where i was going.. so im standing at the door and i see John running by me. im like ?what? so he runs by and goes "The idiot forgot his calculator" and i knew he had to be talking about anthony, so i followed him. i found anthony, surrounded by a pack of asian/indian kids arguing about how they are going to get an 800 on the writing section, and i felt very stupid. watched these kids in wheelchairs parade into the place, like they were seriously in a line.. a bunch too. and a few had lights on theirs like they do on sneakers and i smiled.
Get into the room where im taking it, and the kid behind me stinks. the kid infront of me has some nasty hair and there i sat..
4 hours later. i leave. and have come to the full conclusion i will most likely not get accepted into college.
Then my dad calls me being a jerk as usual and i didnt want to talk baout the Satsso of course he asks about them i flip out and tell him to shut up and that was that. 2 hours later we (ryan and i) meet up with him at a diner where my grandparents are waiting. i eat. i spill on myself a miraculous 4 times. i get up and go to the "bathroom" and call James. 15 minutes later i realize they are going to think im shitting my brains out. so i return. sit. wait. we leave. im driving with ryan singing Duran Duran at the top of our lungs, and we see this guy on a Harley drive by. typical harley driver. big. white undershirt, nasty arms. just big. his license plate said Beefy. and were like yep.. you are beefy. i watched a woman run over a rat, so i drove up next to her and yelled at her for being so mean. it made me really sad and im getting sad again. it was so violent.
anyway, my dad handed me a blank signed check to pick up my car. ohhh pimp-mobile. not at all. i need to learn how to drive Manual then we're all set.
Weve started selling demos, and ive sold more then James and Tommy. so i am triumphant once again.
Friday- went to james for the 3rd day in a row. watched collateral, and Larry the Cable guy DVD. Cried watching larry. tears of laughter. i snorted. it was fun. sat there listening to the rain
i love the rain. let the rain pour down. but only when im in the mood lol
I need to stop writing .
So i woke up at the unpleasant hour of 7.. on a saturday, went to north brunswick high school to take the SAT's. was suprisingly bombared with indian kids and stood there asking myself if i should try to do good on this. My answer led me outside naturally because i forgot where i was going.. so im standing at the door and i see John running by me. im like ?what? so he runs by and goes "The idiot forgot his calculator" and i knew he had to be talking about anthony, so i followed him. i found anthony, surrounded by a pack of asian/indian kids arguing about how they are going to get an 800 on the writing section, and i felt very stupid. watched these kids in wheelchairs parade into the place, like they were seriously in a line.. a bunch too. and a few had lights on theirs like they do on sneakers and i smiled.
Get into the room where im taking it, and the kid behind me stinks. the kid infront of me has some nasty hair and there i sat..
4 hours later. i leave. and have come to the full conclusion i will most likely not get accepted into college.
Then my dad calls me being a jerk as usual and i didnt want to talk baout the Satsso of course he asks about them i flip out and tell him to shut up and that was that. 2 hours later we (ryan and i) meet up with him at a diner where my grandparents are waiting. i eat. i spill on myself a miraculous 4 times. i get up and go to the "bathroom" and call James. 15 minutes later i realize they are going to think im shitting my brains out. so i return. sit. wait. we leave. im driving with ryan singing Duran Duran at the top of our lungs, and we see this guy on a Harley drive by. typical harley driver. big. white undershirt, nasty arms. just big. his license plate said Beefy. and were like yep.. you are beefy. i watched a woman run over a rat, so i drove up next to her and yelled at her for being so mean. it made me really sad and im getting sad again. it was so violent.
anyway, my dad handed me a blank signed check to pick up my car. ohhh pimp-mobile. not at all. i need to learn how to drive Manual then we're all set.
Weve started selling demos, and ive sold more then James and Tommy. so i am triumphant once again.
Friday- went to james for the 3rd day in a row. watched collateral, and Larry the Cable guy DVD. Cried watching larry. tears of laughter. i snorted. it was fun. sat there listening to the rain
i love the rain. let the rain pour down. but only when im in the mood lol
I need to stop writing .