I'm single.

I know, you're shocked ladies.  Seriously: single and ready to mingle.

Drop that zero and get wit dis hero.

The following was first a myspace blog entry, but I felt it warranted being included in here.  So here goes:

There is this girl who comes in to the store (where I'm at right now) with her mom, and they always look for beanie babies.  [I bold the words beanies because that's how these two say it.  With emphasis.]  I mean, these two are hunting.  [ ( Read more... )

rachel,

discount Shins CDs, and

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In case you weren't sure if I was a suave guy,

If you ever thought I might be hip,

If you ever thought I was unapprochable,

Or classy,

Here's your evidence to the contrary:


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I know, it's been forever. I'll be back and regular in due time.

Hilairious thing right now:
My eleven year old sister listening to My Chemical Romance and Coheed and Cambria,
blasting from behind the bathroom door.

The world is a crazy place.

I am a senior in high school.

I can't believe it guys! A line I wrote is in a song by Sounds Like a Revolution, a song by the name of "Send City Over." I was just talking to Brittany Sharp over a game of Rummikub, and she was writing in her band journal (Sounds Like a Revolution.) She was just writing stuff, and I was thinking about the great things that happen at night, ( Read more... )

Oops...I almost forgot!  The one thing I do like about "Valentimes Day," as the urban kids say, is that my dad and mom always make a slammin dinner on V-Day night.  This year, like almost every, it was lobster tails and steak.  And salad garnished by me.  I know, thank you, thank you.  Here's some pics (The china is our Spena milkglass heirloom: it ( Read more... )

NO more science for me, EVER! I'LL NEVER DO IT AGAIN....

I also hope someone has memories of me:

Post a memory you have of me, it can be anything you want...

Then copy and paste this in your journal...

"Remember when......."

I wish I was at prom tonight.  I worked all day, got some cash.  blank.  Now I know why working dads leave everything they have behind for the drink.

GULP, GULP, GULP.

I guess it'll be me and poochie and treese at church tomorrow.  Stay safe, guys.