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.