Dude, the guy that works at Daydreams is effin crazy... he's like a doppelganger of that guy on that 70's show ( Read more... )

If my parents don't think my first four point since seventh grade is good enough that I can't miss a day of school to support drama then they can go to hell, and they'd better believe that I'm not doing any work tomorrow, dumbshits.

Jeff's typicasl shopping list:

CR 2032 for my tamagotchi

red shoelaces

Mountain Dew to resale to the fat people at Mayhem at a 300% profit to get back the money I spent at dahls.

Ah, bliss.

Got a Tamagotchi. I traded my old glasses for it ( Read more... )

Wow. Conferences majorly didn't suck. I had a 4-point GPA for the first time since 7th grade... I didn't get grounded... shit, I didn't even get a talking to ( Read more... )

Got it.

It kicks ass.

I'm pretty sure I don't deserve it at all.

2002 silver ford taurus. 110,000 miles, all freeway. 4,900$. Infinite features. Infinetly clean.

It still has the fucking new car smell.

I might be able to drive it to school on wednesday (gotta get registered, get the title, et all).

Go Me!

He's a guy. He made up stuff. Scary stuff. This is the beginning of an homage to him ( Read more... )

Up at 6. In Ankeny at 8. Give speeches. Get shocked that my acting advances. (It was 1:30 out of 8 minutes!) Get a II on my storytelling. Go to Jazz Band. Perform. We got third in the 'second bands' division (i.e., Des Moines Roosevelt Jazz II). Fucking Valley freshmen beat us.

Fuck Valley.

So tired.

I'm buying a new car ( Read more... )

Your Band Name is:
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