Con Una Passion

Fuck. I hate crosscountry now. It's not that sense of 'Man i dont wanna go to practice, but at least i can listen to Kevin Huang be annoying. And then I can call Gus Portuguese again.' Now it's more like 'Damn, I dont want to try for these people'. Does anybody realize that our first sense of Lowell has all but disintegrated?

My first impression of Lowell as a freshman held one truth 'I am a freshman and this is my family'. After the first year, part of my family went away to college. Some of them were dear to me like Colin and Mary, although most were those distant relatives who I knew, but didn't really know like Brandon. Not so much a big deal.

Then another year passed and another part of my family left. My cousins and uncles and aunts in the class of '04, gone. They left with many a 'goodbye' and a 'have a nice life!'. Kevin and Max, Isaac and Speech. They've all gone off to have better days.... Well sure, Speech too. It was a sad day when they left.

Next year passed and now my Mommies and Daddies are gone. Alex, Johnny, Jimmy, Mike, Kevin, Peter, Justin, Aiko. They're all gone. I cried on their graduation day. I miss them so much. They were the last of the upperclassmen. It was also the last piece of me.

Now it's horrible. What's left? No more of the team that I remember is here. All thats left are my ''06 brothers and sisters. And my '07 children. Half of the team that i grew up with is now GONE. Including Andy and Gus! Even fucking Yulong is gone! First day of crosscountry hurt so bad all i could do was sit and sulk. I can barely handle it. All i can hope for is that Phil and Levi and Alex keep me sane. I guess we're the new varsity team.

Sorry, I can't finish this...

APECON! AP3D! APAB!

I am so skizzled. All my classes are A-OK and i love the acronyms. Here they are, just for you.


1/2 - AmDem Sanchez
3/4/5 - Physio Newhouse
REG - Rotter
6/7/8 - APAB Cohen
8/9/10 - Span5 Cadoppi
11/12/13 - APECON Spellicy
14/15 - Com&Sat Carney
16/17/18 - AP3D Rode


I hate all you APGov people. I wanted to take it to complete all the social studies ap's and have a monopoly on that market, but it didn't really appeal to me. I almost wish i had taken it... but then i remembered. ONE SEMESTER OF AMDEM! w00t!


My mom almost caught me when i took them out of my pocket!

American Pie

I know two guys who be gettin some pootang and poonany this year. No pact, just an unsaid determination. You can see it in their eyes. Will anything stop them in their quest to stick it to the ladies? Of course not; I believe in these two. So lets all have a moment of silence to help these two brave souls make it with a chick this year.


I love you guys. Tommy and Levi.

Wear Some Flowers In Your Hair

Grand Theft Auto: San Andreas is sucking my life away. I'm losing sleep over it. Just gotta keep shooting Ballas and Hookas and Bustas.

On a different note. I feel more confident. A longer stride. A taller walk.

I better kickass in arena on monday.

Fuck PromCom at fucking Chevys at fucking six oclock. I have fucking better things to do.

Afternoon Delight

I got to play the role of a rich, white person today! Yep, I went to the Del Mar racetrack and bet on horses! Well, I picked horses for my parents because i could get closer during the parading. From my vantage point i could determine the stroner animals. We did pretty good. about forty bucks in the green. It was great fun, but it was also very educational.

For one thing, i caught a jockey. He was lurking in the bushes after the race. I caught him all curled up into a ball, whining that he had a race soon. I was afraid we was going to change me into a horseshoe, but the i realized that he was more afraid of me than i was of him. We were just looking at eachother for a couple seconds, but then i spoke up. "Where is your pot of betting tickets?" I demanded. But he just wimpered, curling up even tighter. I was right about to put him into my trusty leprachaun jar (that was all i had at the time), when i had a change of heart. A magical creature was a thing a true beauty. Sure i would love to win the million dollar purse that del mar was boasting, but i knew that i could never be happy with myself for draining this jockey of his powers. I apologized profusely and backed away. Boy those jockeys are small.

*****

My attention was also caught by the giant balloons that were cruising overhead. I thought to myself that i would love to go for a ride in one of those. But as i looked in the small carriage, i reminded myself that i am afraid of heights. I thought about it a bit more and now im kinda doubting that. Whenever i remember myself being afraid, i always remember the same thought: If i were to jump out onto the lack of ground, i'd be pretty upset. But that's just it: "If i jumped out" I think the real problem is that i'm partially suicidal. I hope not. When i think about death, i'm not all to happy, but i dont bug out about it either. i would like to see everybody after i die. who would cry, who would rejoice... but that's too painful of a test. Gollyjee i hope i dont kill myself.

So much for a day at the races.

Monday, Monday... Wednesday?

My parents are really riding me about these personal statements. It's not that I don't want to do them, because I like to write. It's really just that I want to play San Andreas. When I finally got around to writing two or three, it kinda made me feel better about myself.

I really do a lot of shit. Think about it. I've taken just about every AP I could in the social studies department, minus AP Gov because that sounds like a load of bull. That's the kind of direction colleges are looking for. Not just any old person who outdoes themself in every class possible, although that helps. The easy way to get into a good college, is just to pick a subject and strengthen it while keeping up with your other classes.

Then think about the athletic aspect. Not only am I a pretty decent runner, but I am the heart and soul of your track team. Face it. When I'm not there, who else do you have to play around with besides your couple close friends on the team, make fun of besides for Yulong, or fight with besides Iljin? Sure you have somebody for all those things, and they may be the same person. But who else can do all those with you and everybody else on the team besides for me?

And then there are all my other little quirks. Chinese and Spanish, piano, unicycle, regular cycle (Oops. I meant BIcycle), and Prom Committee. How can you not appreciate the person who appreciates the little things in life? I can just put this there and that there and pretty soon my essay is done!

The whole point of these personal statements is for you to toot your own horn in a literary manner. And Jesus TittyFucking Christ if I dont have a couple hours of TAPS to play. I can't wait to turn these babies in. Colleges gonna eat this shit up. Suck it Syracuse!

Wif My Nine

You know what? I hate old people. Sorry grandma, but it had to be said. I can't take it anymore. The conservatism, the bad driving, the slow movement, the smell, everything. I think all the old people need to die. And if they dont die naturally, I'LL kill them.

The world is too populated to support normal planetary function. My proposal suggests that if we kill all the old people, we'll have enough breathing room until we get some hydricity or solar power up in here, as well as a new planet to populate. Anybody ever seen Logan's run? EVERYBODY OVER 30 MUST DIE NOW! I have to go, but keep that thought.

The Full Tuck

I think I wasted my summer. I didn't exercise. I didn't get an A in my math class. I didn't do any college prep. I didn't get a job. I didn't do anything. I mean, I had fun nearly every day; that should be enough. Why doesn't it seem like it is? Isn't the whole point of life to have fun? That's what I did!

You know, live for the moment, I DID THAT! I went to concerts, I made friends at school, I went to different parks, I went to a billion movies, I volunteered, I swam, I partied, I made out with my girlfriend, I slept over at people's houses, I cruised at night, I went to theme parks, I went camping, I had agony aunts, I WAS an agony aunt, I HAD MY FRIGGIN BIRTHDAY! What did I do wrong?

Why do I feel bad? Is it because I spent my summer NOT worring about school? Isn't that what you're supposed to do during the summer? Apparently not. I hate you all. I refuse to admit that I did anything wrong. It's not my fault that everybody is so afraid of not going to UC Berkley, that they forget how to be kids. Fuck you, that's what I am; that's what I'll be.

You can all go to hell because I'm not listening.

Treceros Testes?

Man I Can GST: fucking shit
Man I Can GST: my parents
Man I Can GST: i dont know if they have sex
Man I Can GST: and
Man I Can GST: i also dont know
Man I Can GST: if they're having it right now
Man I Can GST: or if they just did
Michael Novak: ASLKJFGSZD
Michael Novak: G
Man I Can GST: they mighta
Man I Can GST: fuck fuck fuck
Man I Can GST: literally too
Man I Can GST: shit
Man I Can GST: all i heard was my dad breathing really loudly
Man I Can GST: fuck
Man I Can GST: i wonder if they EVER had sex
Man I Can GST: o shit
Man I Can GST: fuck
Man I Can GST: novak
Michael Novak: haha
Michael Novak: dude
Michael Novak: ew
Man I Can GST: ahhhh
Michael Novak: ask them if you can go to sd now
10:50 PM
Man I Can GST: no
Michael Novak: " YESS YES YES!"
Michael Novak: thats nasty as hell
Michael Novak: i dont think my nparents have ever had sex
Michael Novak: i think im adopted
Michael Novak: haha
Michael Novak: go and listen
Man I Can GST has gone offline.

Segundos Testes

One thing about Dayu is that no matter how weird or perverted or whatever people think he is, he generally knows what the fuck he's talking about. I think, besides for Connie, Christina, and occasionally Fiona, he is the only person who has given me useful advice (that's like 3.5 out of a 2400 people. that's sad). He knows the best places to eat, the best movies and TV shows, the best courses at school, and most importantly, is very helpful in certain, unnamable areas. He used to be my only place to come to for that. But I think that's changed.

Surprisingly, Cynthia has shown her true colors, or rather, more of them than I've seen. At first I was kinda weirded out, but then I realized that it's nice to have somebody else to talk with about this stuff. It's so much of a help for me to get help from the other side of the gender line. Something to reinforce what my side is saying.

Yea...it's kind of nice. Hats off to you two, Dayu and Cynthia. (and Connie and Christina and occasionally Fiona)



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Kenneth Upon Fundraising

DUDE u knwo what

whatwhatwhat

the next time the NAVY docks, we post all the girls there

HAHAHHAHA and jensen just in case

yea haha

3 Little Words

I don't why I said it. I mean, I guess it's been there for a while, but I didn't have to say anything. Everything was going great. It is going great. What the fuck am I bitching over? I don't know. I guess I feel that I cheapened it. It feels like that by using that word I just assigned our relationship to a certain value. But it's okay. I promise I won't be a pussy forever. And I promise I'll stop being a pussy right now. I'm happy and Yoongi's happy, and that's all that matters.