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| I'm not very good at keeping this updated apparently, but I thought I'd just throw an entry out here cuz its 1030 in the morning on a saturday, which is the earliest i have ever been up.
Good News:
My last application was officially sent off on February 1 to University of Michigan, so I officially have something known as free time now.
I made a 100 on my AP computer science ii test while blazed, I find this really humorous considering i beat out one kid thats going to stanford, one kid that got a 36 on his act, one kid thats saludictorian of his class and a few random other kids in that class, and they were sober.
Interesting News:
My mom adopted a cat that she found scratching at her door two days in a row.
But there's a weird story behind me finding out that she had adopted this cat.
So I walk into my house and see my mom watching the Simpsons and in this particular episode, my mom happened to be watching a scene where it was a flashback to homer and marge back when they were like 25 and they were house hunting for their home. So like most of the homes they visit have something drastically fucked up about them. Like one of the houses was actually owned by the cats, and it was infested with them as they were showing the house, then i look over, and theres a real live cat sitting right there by my mom. I mean like wtf? Talk about strange.
I named it arepa after a venezuelan delicacy because it wouldnt stop eating and my mom kept feeding it And while I dont yet have a picture of the cat, I do have a picture of the Venezuelan delicacy that she's named after, so I'll post a pic of that.
Bad News:
I'm up at 1030 writing this, which is only because I couldnt fall back asleep.
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| Yo stalkers and casual onlookers alike,
Sorry bout not keeping it up with it for like, 1..2...3..., wait friday, saturday, sunday, monday, yea, 4 days.
Friday
I dont really remember anything specific that any normal person would find entertaining
Saturday
I woke up at Matan's house saturday morning, my friend double is chillin in another room, josh b is in bed with gal badash, which is fucked up, but i didnt hear any noises, so im not that disgusted. I go home, wake/bake on my favorite cereal, you know it, COCOA PUFFS!
Then I won a poker tournament at waks' and raked in the big $ which was sweet cuz they werent ^ and i was, so shame on them. Then that night, Chandelle happened....without me, so fuck Chandelle* *-for the purposes of this xanga
SUNDAY
I hate the City of Bostons for the following Reasons
1. The Boston Red Sox - Stealing fame from the Yankees for being a great baseball team.
2. The New England(Boston) Patriots - Stealing fame from the Cowboys for being a great baseball team.
3. Bostonians think they can just steal fame from England for having tea parties.
4. Bostonians think that they can just steal fame from the Greeks by running marathons.
5. For Demolishing the Boston Garden, the Celtics just arent the same in the Fleet Center.
6. For Harvard being so damn hard to get into.
NOW, you ask, how does Oren ranting about how Boston sucks, (despite his bro living there, Eli- shoutout, RE5PECT. ) relate to Sunday? well the fucking boston patriots are going to the Super Bowl for the third time out of 4 years, which if they win it will draw natural comparison to the early 90's cowboys who accomplished the same feat, EVEN THOUGH THIS PATS TEAM AINT GOT SHIT ON THE BOYS.
MONDAY
See any previous entry that relates to Ryan Goldblatt being a pedophile because I dont want to repeat myself.
TUESDAY
Me and Ben tried to work on the Glass Prison again, and failed, for those of you who dont know what the glass prison is, youll know as soon as its complete and I post pictures. Then, I got a massage from this "massage therapist". Massages own. The woman was like a goody goody Christain gal from New Hampshire and was talkin about dropping "F-bombs" in front of her parents while removing knots from my back, very interesting conversational topic. Anyways, im out, gnight kids.
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| Wednesday+Thursday=1 xanga entry, aiiiiiiight?
Wednesday - I got mashed w/my buddy Bo, but Bo didnt have any money for dope, so he came up with an innovative idea: He bought me dinner at Cheesecake factory on his CC instead, kinda weird plan, but the cheesecake was so good, so it was worth it.
Put a lil whipped cream on top, and thats would be an accurate picture of what I'm digesting right now!:)
Then Jewish poker night was held at my mom's house from 10-12 where my mom baked up a mean set of brownies, un-special unfortunately. Nothing out of the ordinary happened although I did learn Ryan Goldblatt's going out with a 15 year old. While this comes at no surprise, I question the legality of such a relationship and condemn Ryan Goldblatt not only to hell, but like 2 years in prison as well.
THURSDAY........sucked.
because.......SCHOOL....SUCKS!....
It was pretty badass getting to school at 1215 though, the only lame part innit was that my teachers are still total pricks, even on short days of school.
Notable events:
Mrs. Flickinger is a bitch.
Dr. Whatley assigns too many fucking timed writings and Hamlet should have never made it out of Denmark and into my classroom.
aight, peace.
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| Yo, I am finally back into this shit, basically what they have invented here is a way for idiots, like myself, to document what I cant remember so that you can read it when I can't tell it to you. Very smart, these blogs creators. Anyway, to all you that read my old xanga, props for coming back to the same old funny shit, to people who is just gettin started, respect for exploring new options. Anyways, this is how its gonna go down for whenever I feel like posting, its just gonna be a lil bit bout my day(minus secret activities), a lil bit bout my views on things, and a lil bit on me bitching about one thing or another, aight?
Anyways, here you go for January 17-18, 2005:
MLK DAY
Secret activity
Nap
Secret activity
Homework-the worst part of my day. These teachers dont understand that there is something actually called sleep.
Oh yeah, then there was that time Gabe called to offer me a Mavs ticket that had like a face value of what? $295 aka FLOOR when the mavs did battle with the Wizards and scored, wait how many pts? oh, like 137 to be exact, shit. well that's that. Better luck tomorrow. I'm out.
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