Lenticular_J

Except Texas. We're really 4 little states combined together :o California was the entire West before America won it in the war and shrinked it's size. So we're a quarter of a continent. Boo yah. Only we got to stay our size. Ouch, i felt that from here!

We'll take you on, California. Right here, right now. Oh, wait, what's that? You have a mountain range in the way and don't want to get your high heels dirty? >:)

Homework and [cabbage] just determines your rank in the class ... Which hardly matters at all. The high rankers are usually the kids that copy everything from others, freak out about every test, suck up like mother [bleep]ers, and don't know jack [cabbage]. Take my class' number one rank: a nice girl or whatever, but she can't even comprehend the difference between macro- and microeconomics. Silly. You get smart from experience, kiddies. Experience life. Do [cabbage], anything and everything. Long as it looks fun.

I know Italian relatively well too, and so many Italian and Spanish words are practically the same. My teacher knows I know Italian, and a lot of the time I pronounce with an Italian dialect because it comes more naturally to me. Damn annoying at times.

I think I will go to the Sick Puppies' show on Wednesday. Maybe. Are they really worth 17 dollars ... ?

I'm already fluent in Spanish after two years. It helps that I live in a town where half the people speak spanish fluently, and plenty of people are actually immigrants, but ...

Texas is better than all of you anyways.

You need a wingman. I found a good wingman in my friend Art. He's a good looking dude, used to be big into partying, but now he's real chill - except me and him both will just chase after pretty girls, as evidenced by last night. We saw a group of (slightly drunk) girls walking through our friends' dorm, and we ran all the way downstairs to meet them at the elevator. Nice ladies, they were. I also absolutely love being shallow. Being direct and blunt is something most high school kids aren't used to, especially the girls (you know all the chit chat and the does he like me blah blah blah), so if you just straight up say how you feel, you're in for the win!

[bleep]ing Kansas. Always whining about their tornadoes. Just man up like us. And, if Oklahoma counts, them. Because [bleep] Oklahoma on principle.

The thing was, there are street lights all along the last quarter mile because it's right on a little dam. It's freaky. Oh, and the terrifying song we were listening to: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NCmDV5lYjWo&feature=PlayList&p=8AFAF91E14425566&playnext=1&playnext_from=PL&index=28

So, last night, around midnight. Me and three friends in my friend Travis' small car. We decide to go to Canyon Lake (this area that's pretty much the only "forest" around) because we're stupid and want to die (lots of drug deals and [cabbage] go down there at night). There's a long road going down there, and the speed limit's like 20. It's already past curfew, at least for me (everyone else was 18 or 19...), so we just say [bleep] it and go down the road at about 70. Completely abandoned, nobody's around. We pass the one place people sometimes go (to [bleep], really) that's sort of hidden, nothing there. We stop at this tree known as the "rape tree" (guess why ...), and creepy music is playing, so I say we should keep going. This stretch of road you can see down for like a mile and a half, and ahead there is a dam so it nothing could be hiding there or anything. So we move to another cluster of trees, just sit and talk for a little while in the car. Still nobody on the road - there are lights sporadically on the street, so we can see (you'll see where I'm going). So we decide to head into the trees, drive a minute to our usual parking place, and start to get out. Nobody around, but we still lock the doors as we get out. Then, my friend Art says, "Hey there's a cop behind us." And [bleep]ing sure enough, a cop with no lights or anything on is just behind us. Never made a sound - and we'd been paying attention this whole time, and nobody was around. We were just kinda pissed and figured he'd somehow followed us for speeding. So, we unlock the doors again and just get out and stand next to the car. I can barely see the cop, but he has sunglasses on (it's about 12:50 AM). We wait for a minute, and think about just going up and asking him what's up, when he [bleep]ing drives into the woods. He pops this 6-inch curb and drives down a two-man path into the woods at 20 mph, and then he [bleep]ing disappears. Even worse- he didn't make a sound driving over the loose gravel three feet from us. We go in the cars, locked our doors, and drove off like mother [bleep]ers. Cops do not go into Canyon Lake unless it's a planned stakeout. And we went back and plotted our route - no way he could have come up behind us. We went to where we parked, looked around the dirt and gravel, and there isn't a single tire mark. It was freaky. Ghost cop, we call it.

Didn't you say they were boring? Ah, whatever. I love when my friends are high. It makes me feel like I'm actually funny. :cool: Well, at school they're a great way to alleviate the boredom. Outside of school, they're a great way to start it.

It works for me, so I couldn't give two flying [bleep]s. One, maybe. Three, definitely. But I don't know how to give two.

About half the kids in most of my classes are high during class. Not my classes with all the white kids, unfortunately. That'd be [bleep]ing hilarious. Crazy-[wagon] white folk. Either way, I love my high friends. Oh, and I walked in on a couple mexican freshman kids smoking in the bathroom and they freaked out because I'm tall and have a suit on. I should have done something funnier.

Dime bag. Although you can't go wrong with something [bleep]ing cool. Or shiny. Girls like shiny [cabbage]. (I do too). Or, sixteenth birthday it is? [bleep]ing fuzzy dice, broski!

I wear suits. [bleep]ing often. Think NPH as Barney Stinson - actually very similar in features and hair, along with the whole suit thing. I started my suit thing before I watched How I Met Your Mother, but now that I like that show, I just hopped on board.

I mean, it looks cool I guess, but seeing as I was raised around trucks and function over fashion, it's just not ... I dunno.

I need to find this girl. She's pretty cute. Turns out she's one of my facebook friends (didn't realize it until today), and I wink at her in the halls every time I see her because she's attractive. She's part of this group of party girls that get all kinds of [bleep]ed up drankin every weekend. They're pretty fun to be around.

I used to be scared of smelling bad. Breath and body wise. Then, I realized I do more hygiene-wise than just about every other guy I know, I just don't have a very good sense of smell. And most people don't have the nicest breath, to be honest. Natural smell isn't beautiful or anything. But you don't really notice breath unless it's awful or great. Also: Halitosis is a completely fictitious disease, created for one of the very first mouthwash advertisements around the turn of the 20th century.

Looks like the most useless truck I've ever seen. It's like those stupid Avalanches. You can hold all of a day's groceries in the bed.

Yeah, odds are you'll end up staying at your house and banging pretty much the whole time. Happens when you haven't seen someone for a while. Even just a good bud. Or you could have a picnic!

Freak insta-blizzard. Already at least three inches of snow outside my house, and it's coming down harder than ever. It's pretty. Roads are freezing too, since it's 16 degrees out as of right now. If there's school tomorrow I'll be confused as [bleep].

May. Certain people might just be different. But certain people also hunt down the squirrels in Central Park with bows and arrows. We don't talk about them, though.

If both parties aren't prepared for something as simple as sex after seven months of being together, there may be other issues at hand.

If you aren't planning to wait until marriage, though, 7 months is far too long. Sex is a part of a healthy relationship.