a little slice

So I’ve won Mario Party 6 once, and come in second every other time. This is while playing with two brothers who live on video games. I must say I’m quite proud of myself….

I have finished two short answers, and an essay to boat…Go me….however they are both just drafts and I’m going to pee on myself trying to finish everything in about…2 days….Anywho let’s not talk about that…

I was eating Polly-O String Cheese today…WTF…ok if I’m going to pay 3.99 for god damn F Grade Cheese it better come out it STRINGS DAMN IT….this shit just comes out in chunks….I bought string cheese not chunks of ass cheese…bungholes…

I was thinking of creating my own board game…However I see one of three things happening: 1. I will never get around to doing it 2. I will make one, but the “graphics” will be balls because I am artisitcally challenged…or 3. Someone will draw it for me, but that’s really not going to happen….So to make things easier/better I sholud just revise old board games and make them kick ass…Naturally Risk will probably be my game of choice just because its not too complicated, the rules make it easy for modification, and I am obsessed with it anyway….it’d be so fucking hot to make your own characters with like….your face on them muahahahaha lol anyway…I will ponder that once I finish whoring myself to the disgusting rat race aka college apps….

Goodmorning all you nocturnal whores….

So for X-Mas I think I banked about 500$ plus this kick ass toaster oven/griddle/coffee maker that’s the size of an 8 piece toaster…Everything I’ll ever need for College. So while you bitches are making ghetto cheese toasties, by putting bread in the MICROWAVE with cheese on it, I’ll be toasting crossaints….anyway…now that I’ve vocalize? literized? my superiority we can move on…so my break has started off interestingly enough. I haven’t been too idle yet, in fact every night I think I’ve been awake til about 3am on average. I’m successuflly ignoring College Apps…I’m going to get royally raped eventually…There’s not much to say except for the fact that I have an awesome money making scheme. Of course, with all money making schemes it is slightly illegal. I won’t divulge any information on here, because then if they ever had a paper (or e paper for that matter) trail it would lead back to me…anywho I finally gave in and bought a Nalgene. At least it’s a somewhat strange Nalgene…it has snowflakes on it. arg I had something to say, but now I can’t remember so I’ll just leave the post at this….

So by the request of Liz I am making a much needed update/ neglecting my homework responsibilities…

So since I’m anit live journal the music I’m listening to now : DJ Markski-La Passion, it’s a remix of DJ gigi d’agostino I believe…

So everyone is getting into college…Justine and I are going to end up at UMASS, well actually STCC, go us!

I have started multiple essays and I don’t even think I have even finished one.
so check out the starting lines to all of them:

1. a. “How do you feel about your biracialism?” Well, in the morning it’s a little cranky and groggy, in the afternoon it begins to wake up a bit, shake off any residual sleeping dust, but just wait until you catch it at night-it’s a true Bacchanalian Beast.
However, that one has two beginnings, now that I look back at it this next one doesn’t make sense to me:
b. “Excuse me, but did you know your Asian is showing?”
2. I saw her standing there under the weight of the rain. She needed an umbrella, but I knew she would never ask. As I opened up my umbrella over our heads we stood together in silence.
3. “If your dreams scare you, hold my hand, and we will dream together,” Casey said, “I have good dreams. I will protect you.”
As we lay together, with our hands linked, we fell asleep on the floor blanketed only by the bright Hong Kong sun shining through the balcony glass door of our mother’s bedroom.
4. Maybe, with just a small push, and maybe with just a small step I can move forward. I know apologies are never what they seem, but I promise I’ll try with all my might…
5.The rising and changing of the Hong Kong flag, during June 1997, meant a variety of things to many people. To some, it symbolized a historical correction, and to others it brought an overwhelming feeling of fear, and flight. To say that I saw the one moment that changed my life forever, would be a lie. I chose not to watch for no other reason then the fact that I did not care. To me the rise and fall of the flags meant one word: nothing.
(I don’t even like this one anymore AT ALL, it makes me soundlike such a stupid ho ass.)

Yeah all of those are def brainstorms, written in like 20 mins each (not the excerpts of course…the “entire” things)… and they’re so horrible I should just erase them all now…but I suppose if I never get any sort of opinion I’ll just be stuck with my own biased self trashing mind.
Now I’m listening to another Dj Markski remix of agostino-Lollipop, hehehe we can all imagine what that’s about. Do you wanna lick it? Sorry not quite as good as transformation has occurred Liz I think it needs to be much faster now that I’m listening to it. There needs to be a nasty synth and ridiculous bass. So that when you’re driving down the street in your Rice Rocket you get distracted by the vibrations of your own car. Liz go dl Edgar Winter Group “Frankenstein” then learn to play it on the piano…that’d be so freaking SICK hahaha muasd;jadifasdfjklsdflkj’asdf….ok that’s enough from me…I think I need to at least pretend to return to my work…is it possible to read 160 pages of text book shiz in like 3 days? we’ll see….