So I'm going through my poetry notebook and I find stuff like this:

( Poems For Michael and my father )

Alright, so we wrote poems for Poetry class that are supposed to mimic Allen Ginsberg's "Howl." If you've ever read that poem, it really makes no sense and involves gay sex quite a bit. No joke. The poem was supposed to be at least 20 lines, but being the awesomely emo kid that I am, I wrote 45 lines. I showed it Heidi, and O.G., and Michael, ( Read more... )

So I'm eating Corn Nuts, right? And I start sneezing ( Read more... )

So prom was last night. Holy f-ing shit ( Read more... )

Jackie single-handedly created the most insane, addicting, and awesome 8-question thing known to man.

Pretty much, you f-ing rock.

So Bart, Heidi and I just got back from the photo field trip. We left at 10:00 to go to to the SF MOMA. We had a jolly good time finding out where to meet the rest of the people. So we split off into groups of 10 or so, each accompanied by a guide. Our guide was funky. He was old and losing his hearing. And he kept asking us what the ( Read more... )

01. Reply with your name and I will write something about you ( Read more... )

TAM MOCK TRIAL JUST WON NATIONALS!!! THEY BEAT HAWAII IN THE FINAL ROUND. REPRESENT!!!

I think I fell asleep in Poetry yesterday. That would be the first time I've ever actually fallen asleep in class. Usually I just sit there and zone out while leaning on my arm, but yesterday there was a complete lapse of about 8 minutes. I have a lot of respect for teachers, so I feel really bad about falling asleep, even though it was during ( Read more... )