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where is marc these days? i call his hoe as at least twice a day and sometimes text him twice and the fucking cunt never calls me back. i hope he marries his tucan sam gf. man i guess he wants to live stressful the rest of his life. i mean vagina can't be that good and if it was, is it really that good to give up your sanity. oh well i guess as we grow older we tend to lose friends. well i haven't actually lost marc as a friend but i feel like he is getting close. only calling on some weekends, asking to stay over just to be closer to work, calling at 3 in the morning saying what's up, MOTHER FUCKER I AM ASLEEP OR BRAIN DEAD. i know i am not the only one that feels like this but i am always gonna be by his side no matter what. i just miss hanging out with him. call me gay call me a fag call me whatever the fuck you want but i love this tiny mexican mandingo. so school is going ok, i have this indian teacher and when he talks i can't help but snicker at his voice"HOWL MANY OF JU GUYS WENT OVEEEEEEEEER SETS WITH JOUR TEECHERS LAST SEMESTERRRRRR" mother fucker sounds like apu from simpsons. my comp 1 teacher is this mexican guy who is so fuckign hilarious. i think i am the only one that gets him b/c i am mexicanbut he talks about funny shit and after every joke he makes he says eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeehhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, whateverrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr, and he is always talkign about la barrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrio holmes. well last weekend was pretty seriousssssssssssss. i cussed out two asian couples at some all asian frat party, managed to jump over tons of fences on pearl street b/c i thoguht i was being chased by bush's secret service, uhmmmmmmmmm walked into a house with nothing but 45 and over republicans, got thrown out, ran all the way from pearl street in the middle of guadalupe wavign down cars b/c i thought i was going to be murdered, uhmmmmmmmmm got crunk on some security guard at taco cabana and told him republicans wanted to kill me. WHAT THE FUCK was i on. i was drinking but come one now if you know me then you know if i am throwd then i just pass out,but this time i was coherent and i knew what i was doing. i have to say last saturday was the most frightened i had been since i was like 6. well be careful of what you drink. hollar