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I have a new Live Journal. It's deathcab4ricky. Add me, or you'll really be missing out on some good journalage.
ri-K
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[24 Jan 2005|07:51pm] |
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You like the new layout? Yeah? Yeah? Yeah? Yeah? Kudos to some girl Cara recommended, and to me cause I did part of it too. Today I went snowboarding with Andrew, and we decided that my backyard is the greatest place to snowboard ever, in the whole world, ever. Ten stairs, three ramps, two rails, and a three foot jump in the sideyard. Schveet. So, I found this survery thang on Cara's el jay, who found it on Ja9 (J9)'s el jay. I think I'm supposed to do an LJ cut, or something, so I don't get raped or something. I don't know how, so I will try not to get raped. But, if you think I'm important enough for you to read a boring survey about me, then I wouldn't stop you if you tried to rape me. That wasn't funny. Slap yourself on the hand if you even chuckled a little bit.
1. been drunk? fuck yeah! (a little bit)
2. smoked pot? naw
3. kissed a member of the opposite sex? yah-huh
4. rode in a taxi? yep, i can be pretty daring sometimes
5. been dumped? yep
6. shoplifted? two pins from a canadian store. they were asking for it.
7. been fired? nope
8. had a job? umpiring, oy, snowblowing??
9. been in a fist fight? yeah, whooped that kid's ass! dan's bar mitzvah, what what??
10. snuck out of your parent's house? no, if anyone's up for that one of these nights...
11. been arrested? how about escorted by the po-lice?
12. stole something from your job? a bazooka (jesus christ, why don't they have embarass faces on this shit?)
13. celebrated new years in times square? not yet
14. went on a blind date? nay
15. smoked a cigarette? no fucking way
16. gone on an airplane by yourself? no way jose
17. broken a bone? naw
18. had sex in a car? in a moving car!!! nah, just shitting you
19. had sex in public? nope
20. White lied to a friend? no, but i green-lied once
21. had a crush on a teacher? raise your hand if you have ms. silverstein
22. celebrated mardi-gras in new orleans? does the girls-gone-wild video count? jay kay
23. been to europe? nay
24. made out in a movie? yah-huh
25. taken caffiene pills? bawls mints?
26. been to disney land? yeth
27. had a crush on someone you hardly knew? yeah
28. been to california? yes
29. been skinny dipping? in my tub
30. regretted something? yes
31. peed on someones lawn? oh, golly, yeah
32. skipped school? yes
33. thrown up from drinking? nope
34. lost your sibling? like at an amusement park?
36. kissed a member of the same sex? no
37. had sex with a boy? you caught me!
38. had sex with a girl? nay
39. been in a car accident? yeah, kinda, sorta, a little bit
40. partied for days and days straight? 18431 baby, 18431
41. had a family member die? yes
42. played 'clue'? i live on the edge
43. had a sleepover party? yeah we had pillowfights, and talked about boys
44. went ice skating? living dangerously in 05 baby!
46. been cheated on? yeah
47. had a boyfriend/girlfriend? yah-huh
48. had a threesome? does this imply something sexual?
49. had a sweet sixteen? no
50. had a quinceanera? yeah, may 6th, you're all invited
52. Drove? hands on the wheel, but my dad was pressing the pedal
Do you...
1. have a crush? yeah.
2. have a dog? no
3. have a cat? People have said I'm a fox. Are foxes cats?
4. have your own room? yep
5. listen to slayer? no thanks
6. paint your nails? not recently
7. play a sport? yes oh you wnat to know what it is? i play Go Fish, just kidding baseball
8. play more then one sport? sport?
9. watch sports on TV? rara vez
10. have a favorite singer/group/artist? deathcab + tbs
11. have more then one best friend? i dont know
12. get good grades? above average i think
13. play an instrument? a little bit of piano, kazoo, guitar, harmonica, i used to play the clarinet
14. have slippers? they're on right now
15. Wear boxers: ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
16. wear black eyeliner? uh, no
17. like the color blue? it's okay, i guess
18. like the color yellow? jeez, fucking nosy. yeah, yellow's alright too.
19. cyber? does that mean like have naughty relations online? no thanks.
20. claim? I claim that this test was made for weirdos, who know what claim is. Is that like a food? Like a clam?
21. like to read? if you don't make me
22. like to write? no
23. have long hair? for a guy, i think
24. have short hair? if i answered the first one, are the people reading this going have to have to ask the opposite? jesus tapdancing moses (thank you elyk patrickfitz).
25. have a cell phone? yeah!
26. have a lap top? yeah
27. have a pager? i dont sell drugs
Are you...
1. ugly? wow, i dunno.
2. pretty? i tend to think i am, psshh.
3. ok? yeah, i'm okay. how are you?
4. bored? kinda, i'm waiting for 24 to come on
5. happy? fairly
6. bilingual? english, spanish, and somevhat hebrew, just kdiding i know like ten words
7. white? yes
8. black? on the inside
9. tall? compared to who? like mini-me. yeah, i'm pretty tall.
10. short? jesus christ, again with these fucking opposites.
11. drinking something? naw
12. ticklish? on my back, if you touch me, i will harm you
13. listening to music? brand new, your favorite weapon
14. homophoebic? nope
15. racist? i have a funny polish joke or two, but i'm polish so it's all good.
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Today I did nothing. Nothing. I attempted to read a book. I attempted to load all my CDs onto my computer. I made my Dad watch Kung Pow, he gave it a 5 out of 10. Not bad for a 49 year old. I'm gonna go talk to <4r4$!t4 and then watch Garden State again.
Peace..
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Watch Garden State.
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[22 Jan 2005|09:55pm] |
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Bowling. Last night was amazing, after many encounters with people that have pimples on the boobies, we got to the lane and we encountered two 25 year old guys whose names were Lenny and Skip. We conversed with them after they saw that our names were such things as "Skip had my child", "Lenny digs old chicks". They were cool guys. During the second game, we got wild, throwing balls overhand, five at a time, throwing shoes from lane 22 to 7. After like four balls got stuck in the gutters, a fat, fat lesiban with a butch haircut hobbled down the lane to help, so under Lenny's influence I bowled, and the fat, fat lesbian had to jump tog et out of they way. We bolted. Fast goodbyes for Lenny and Skip, after discovering that nothing at all was open, getting kicked out of stop and shop, we ballfully returned to the bowling alley, and Lenny and Skip were still there. We had fun, and then we had to leave. The night was much better than what I'm telling you, but that's okay. It's between me and Dr. Jam. SO we got back, shot each other with airpistols, wrestled, and settled down to watch a movie called the United States of Leland. I fell asleep, but the preview looked amazing, so I rented that and Garden State, now I'm watching US of L. It's amazing movie. Having a good conversation with Cara right now. Love talking to that chica. I'm out.
ri-K
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So. It's Friday night. That means a FRAWD meeting. Good stuff. So we'll probably go bowling and crash at someone's house later. Maybe hanging with Carasita beforehand. We'll see. Just thought i should update. Mmmkay.
Peace out...
ri-K
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What Something Corporate song are you?
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Hi everyone! How are you doing today. _____________________________________. That's terrific! I'm probably doing better. In some ways. Not so much in some ways. This where I would enter some mushy stupid crap about romance, except I don't want to so I'm not going to. Had a good day today, got the catcher's gear from Coach Ianiello today, had JSA. Twas aboot the US adopting an official language- namely English. Pssht. Wasn't that good and no one really talked, but it got interesting when Laura and Kevin got into a really heated debate on the subject at hand, at which point it turned cool. Got a ride home from Dave Rothstadt, had fun. Good stuff. More stuff happened today that I'm not writing cause i just realized that nobody cares about every little thing i do everyday so I'm not going to list anything else. OC is coming on. It's become a knife in my chest that i tune into once a week and each week the knife gets twisted more and more into my chest. But, I don't wanna shut it off, so I'm not going to. Sianara...
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[19 Jan 2005|04:13pm] |
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So, the livejournal is back. MInd you it's only back because i just listened to "me and the moon" by something corporate and decided that i owe it to Andrew McMahon. So, here it is.
Seriously, my livejournal sucks toe, so if any of you know at all how to make one of those crazy-awesome-mega-super cool layout things, you are crazy-awesome-mega-super cool! And, teach me.
Student council today. AZA tonight.
Peace out...
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I know I've said this like twenty times in the last month. But the song above IS actually the greatest song of all time. Its stood the test of time. And its awesome! Listen to it and shrae it with your fellow gangster-selves.
So todizzzle was normal. No banana fights versus little kids. Went well. After school I did about six hours of homework. No exaggeration. 3-9. Yeah, that's six hours. Was mighty fun. Ah, I'm listening to my mom's Meat Loaf cd. I don;t understand why this CD isnt right up there with Sgt. Pepper's. It is? Oh, cool.
Let me sleep on it.
Baby, baby lemme sleep on it.
Let me sleep on it.
And I'll give you an answer in the morning.
Jesus Christ, I'm on like a high because of this song. It's a gift from the Gods. I love this.
So, tomorrow mark the first day of Spirit Weekend o4 part two. FYI: Paradise by the Dashboard Light used to be the "Hey Baby" of BBYO before "Hey Baby". Could the best two things i got going for me be connected? Just playing. There's other awesome stuff going for me. I rule, and i love it. So Anthony Russo is trying to hook me up with his mom. It's going pretty well, she's said a couple times that i am "cute" and "funn" and "charming". Was those the words she used Big Anthony? Shut up! I could be your new father.
I am crazy excited about this weekend. It's actually going to be an AMAZING time. Plus I'm really excited for all my friends cause the havent yet experienced Spirit Weekend and the look on their faces by the end of the weekend will be so gratifying. Goodness, i love this. Plus, this convention my bag is not bigger than me.
I'm gonna go try to go to sleep, but I probably won't be able to. Whatever, I'll read my Siddhartha SparkNotes. here's a direct quote from the sparknotes:
In the dream, Govinda, imitating Christ, asks, "Why hast thou forsaken me?" Then Govinda changes into a woman. and Siddhartha suckes at her breast.
WHOA! This novel just turned more erotic than that CLub we had in camp under Dylboy's mattress. O love camp, too. It was so weird. The novel is about enlightenment and Nirvana and all that other Buddhist-like stuff, and i read this in the middle of Spanish class. Holy shat. It's crazy.
Anyway, i believe i was going to sleep.
Let me sleep on it,
aleph Ricky Kreitner
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[08 Dec 2004|04:03pm] |
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So today went by fast until after school.
I had a student council meeting, which ended at like a a quarter to three (2:45, schmucks). My mom couldn't pink me up till like 3:30. so i thought id go around hanging up some JSA posters, because JSA is awesome. so i was in some hallway, and i heard my call, "WCHHHHHHHAAAAIIIII." I knew, it was Andrew and Jeff. So they scurried up and went around and hung up some posters with me. then i ran out, so we headed towards the cafetorium. in the little breezeway thing, we found basically our entire lunch table last year; Bowen, Danny, Derek, Mikey Smith. so we hung out with for awhile, then jon haas came by, and this is where the trouble starts. bowen decides to run off with jon's hockey stick. naturally, while he's gone, i start eating his latin club snack. then we decide to take off for the front breezeway cause he would have been pissed if we ate it. so, we're in the other breezeway, and bobo comes by with the stick. so danny and i take it, and derek, who is on the team with jon, told us to put it in the tree because that's what they do to everyone. i couldnt do it. then dan got it on the first try. so jon comes by, mand we have some jokes at his failing attempts to clim this tree, that was really easy to climb. then this little 2 foot sophomore or juniour or something comes by and wipes this really moldy and gushy banana on jon's shirt. hold up. not cool. so then these other kids start pushing jon and really fucking with him. enough. jon obviously just pretended like he just wipes the embarrassment right off, but its obvious he hates this. so a wave of compassion or something comes over me, so i climbed the tree to get the hockey stick, and i gave it to jon. like a minute later, that little munchkin kid Mickey or something (i guess he's named after his best friend) starts talking to me. he asks me "what are you a good kid?" so i reply, "i try.". more questions, i keep hitting him with some more sarcastic comments. gee, im loving it! i live for that stuff! so then he asks me if i would like to be bitch-slapped. soi told him that i woke up this morning with a craving. he bitch slaps me. this kid fuckin hits like a seven year old girl. nice shot, man. touche. he keeps blabbing, i keep sarcasticizing him. midgits piss me off. he keeps threatening me with a banana (the true tool of a wayne gangster). i keep backing off. i cant fight this kid. i have nothing to prove. he's like the height of the page your reading. so that banana got a tiddle too close for comfort to me, so a grab it from his hands, and threw it on the floor. i got no problem with a midgit- unless they have a banana on their hands. so i casually sprayed the remainder of the banana on my hands in his face. yeha, brush off my shoulder. p-i-m-p. so i walked away, i got too much to lose by getting in a fight. so im hanging with the ex-lunchies and some b-ball guys, and these random kids keep coming up to me, "Are you gonna fight Mickey?". i say, "Nah, man. i dont wanna mess up his ears." or whatever. good fun. so then the b-ball kids leave, and its just me, bobo, derek, and danny. we're talking to mark kirk, lauren avello and some other kids. then we walk towards the entrance by the commons. so im chillaxing with anthony russo, talking about some cds i want him to burn for me, and this kid (literately) comes up next to us witha hockey stick in his hands and five guys behind him. i put on my headphones. damn, cd player's outta batteries. that woulda worked out pretty sweet. so anthony pretends he's listening to his headphones, but there actually off. you asshole! so he's talking and talking. im saying, "sorry, i dont hear you down there gary coleman." he hits me in the leg with the hockey stick. i can deal with that. he pushes me a few times, asks if i want to suck anthony's cock. im sorry, junior i dont realize the part where this cute little fight thing you're working has turned homoerotic. but whatever, i throw in some more sarcastic comments, yada yada yada. he keeps trying to push me, i keep blocking his TWO HANDS, with my right hand. no effort. this kid's like the fuckin pillsbury doughboy. so i start walking away to bobo, dandan, and derek, who have long since been gone. he keeps pushing me, i keep stopping walking so he walks into me. im such a good pacifist. very tactical. so apparently he spit on me as i was walking away. i swear to you, the first time i see that kd, out of school grounds, [this part was taken out so that one of you fuckasses dont squeal on me. just know it was a pretty good threat]. i'd like to end on that note of violent threats. good day everyone!
Terrific. All that for tying to help Jon. Compassion kicks ass.
Yours truly,
Ri-K
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Anyone know how to make this box thing skinnier like in Cara's LJ or anyone know how to get a picture iconny thing want to help me? I'm confuzzled.
So Saturday night was the WBBG sleepover. It was at my sister's house (my house, actually). So, naturally my first move was to invite Michael Seidman over. That desperate shmuck. So we hung out, watched Scary Movie II, The Terminal (I <3 Gupta), and something else that i forget. Then the girls started coming upstgairs and stuff. By the end of the night, Rachel Kass and Cara Futterweit are sleeping in my bed, Mikey Seid is asleep on the window sill of my living room, and i wake up at 8:30 with three girls sleeping all around me in the den, that i am quite sure were not there when i went to sleep. i hope i wasn't taken advantage of. So anywho, yesterday was my famfam's Chanukah partay on LI. Was quite fruitful. Got me some Birks, the new Hess truck!, some gift certificates, a sweater, and some other effortless gifts, Whatever, I'm getting the good stuff from my parentals. Today was a good day. My math teacher asked me how old i thought she was , so i honestly replied, "47 or 48." She's thirty. Oops. I really thought she was like 48. I dont think I'll be raising my D this marking period. After school i thought i had a JSA cabinet meeting, but instead i had a Model Congress meeting. Went fine, i have no idea what they do, but that's a-okay. So, in order to help my mom, i decided to get a ride home- from Laura Harris! Got her license, a TO-DAY! Congrats! So, yeah, her driving, um, its, uh, good, yeah. And now I'm here and my mom is probably pissed to no end. Whatever. Spirit's this weekend and absolutely nothing is affecting me.
Yours truly,
Rickster.
(Oh yeah. Anthony Russo wants to start an indie band with me as the vocalist. I told him I'd put that here. So here it is.)
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I have nothing to write. I am only posting this because i wanted to write this song down before I forget the name. Listen to it. Learn it. Live it. It's amazing.
Yours truly,
Richard H. Kreitner
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[04 Dec 2004|11:55am] |
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OH YEAH! I FORGOT!
Yesterday, Michael Seidman and i ventured over from Hills to Schuyler. We briskly walked most of it, but the climax of the venture was definitely the manly jog on Hamburg Turnpike. They could've made a sweet ass montage out of that. So we hurried cause i wanted to get there before the bell rang at 2:45 so I can see the maximum amount of teachers possible, and so I could meet Ms. Cara Murasko is the classroom of G-10. We walked in exactly as the bell rang to end school, so we were walking among the toddlers. Goodness, it was amazing. I felt like i fit right in, but Mike thought it was weird. Maybe its cause his maturity is more than mine but what the hey. So we first went to Sra. LeVon, because she's my favorite teacher in that entire escuela. We talked to her for awhile and such. Visited other teachers, Perrotta, Granelli, Frascotore. Then, we found out that President Andrew Seidman missed his bus, so he was gonna meet us in Frasci's room. Then, an AWESOME surprise, he brought along Ms. Cara Murasko!! Goodness! Lookin' great, Carasita! It was AMAZING to see her. Ah, felt so good. So then we headed over to sixth grade "corridors" and visited Ms. Handgun and Ms. Pinto, who weerre less then thrilled to see us. When I asked Ms. Pinto the burning question of who she liked more Jeff or me, she responded that she didn't know. I asked her if that was because she liked us both the same, she said, "NO, it's because you both annoyed me a lot." That was sweet of her. Needless to say, Ms. Pinto will not be visited next time. Then we went to visit my buddies in the office, who i spent Oh, so much time with last year (drug counselor- visits, potato chip throwing suspensions, take-home-test cheating BMC's, grape-offering, chair-throwing detentions, F-word in Spanish- visits). Visited Ms. Lazauskus, was nice to see that she had the decency to pretend she was happy to see me, then we were checking out the new secretaries and Ms. Gerelli is in the office getting her mail. So we say hi, and immeadiately she begins to back up out of thye doorway, I believe what she said was, "Um, nice to see you Ricky. High School must be great. Okay, nice to see you. Bye." That's it. In one smooth sentence. Is that what I get for spending a good three detentiuons with her in eight grade?? Oy gevalt, people these days. Then we went outside because I heard that Richard from Guess Who? (Mr. Mitchell) and Barney (Mr. Palcie-something Polish) were out there. So were in the lobby walking outside, when Mr. Mitchell and the cop guy walk in. So we talk for a tiddle, its easy to see they're not happy to see me either. So i ask where Barney is, and they told me that he just left. Oy vay, all that and i don't get to shit on Mr. P. Next time, Ricky next time. So we walked outside in a very Breakfast Club-esque scene. And guess who pulled up! Nevermind, I'll just tell you. Ms. Murasko! Good lady. So Carasita was off. We'll do it again sometime. So then Mr. President, Michael, and yours truly walked over to where Olga the Busdriver used to pick us up afterschool. We talked of memories past in LeVon's class, I kicked Andrew's ass, and more, then Mrs. Seidman picked us up and brought us to Quizno's where Andrew proceded to tell me that I "did a man" last night. Good kid. Then he proceded to warn me nonstop that I will eat no food on the basis of that great asswhooping he recieved prior. So then I proceded to NOT eat a six inch meatball w/ cheese sub and a Diet Snapple Lemon Iced Tea. Then I proceded to ruin his "did a man" jokes by saying them to him, in effect ruining these already awful jokes, so he wouldnt say them anymore. I am godly.
So then the big Gold bus headed over to Staples to buy Michael Ian a chair. Needless to say, Andrew and myself found this as an oppurtunity to go on "Executive Chair Adventures" as well as "Backwards Executive Chair Adventures" all around the store. Until some lanky dude who's paid minimum wage told us that we can't do that, at which point we yeilded to his demands, for the time being. I then proceded to climb atop those cool moving staircase thangs so I could see the whole store. Neat stuff! Then I pulled a villainous thang, and sat in a massage chair facing the back of the store, and called Andrew, and told him that i could see him. We did "how man fingers" and stuff and he didnt kow where i was.
Anywho, good times with the Seidmans. Okay, I just wanted to tell of my adventures of one day ago.
Hasta la vista.
Ri-K
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So last night was the Spirit Prep. Sleepover. Oh boy.
Wayne AZA is gay. And i love it!
Spirit weekend is going to be amerrrrzing this year! golly gee. really its gonna be crazy! im so excited. so i cant really say what we did, so i wont. but it was awesome. got myself an orange pin! i think they're actually trying to put a "rainbow" of pins over my heart. An outsider might actually think this is a homoerotic organization. BBYO is amazing. Jews: join! Nonjews: convert and join, unless you're like Maggie and skip the coverting. Just joshing, Maggie. I love you.
I'm going to go express myself through the art of dance.
Fraternally submitted with undying love,
aleph Ricky Kreitner
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Stole this from Taylor, so next time you see her hanging out with her hoodlums on the street corner tell her the truth, "you saved my life, Taylor!"
FIRSTS
FIRST JOB: snowblowing
FIRST SELF PURCHASED CD: Selena: Music from the Motion Picture
FIRST PIERCING/TATTOO: my privates
FIRST TRUE LOVE: my camp counselor in Camp Veritans Jewish day camp. damn, she was fine.
FIRST ENEMY: Steve Urcle
LASTS
LAST CAR RIDE: ten minutes ago, coming back from hebrew skool, with a capital K
LAST KISS: many moons ago
LAST LIBRARY BOOK CHECKED OUT: how to assemble a bomb, and then the government had me killed :]
LAST MOVIE SEEN: Fast Times at Ridgemont High
LAST BEVERAGE DRANK: Nesuik chocalate milk with a funny straw
LAST FOOD CONSUMED: diced peaches
LAST PHONE CALL: the po-lic-a
LAST CD PLAYED: Samantha's uber awesome wanabe mixtape
LAST ANNOYANCE: when the Eastern Eurpoean lunch lady gave me turkey instead of steak
LAST SODA DRANK: diet sprite zero, how we do it!
I....
I WANT: to be homeless. i have the best ideas if i were homeless.
I HAVE: too many extremities
I WISH: upon a star (that the afforementioned phrase be banished from people's mouthes
I HATE: i hate hate hate hate haters
I FEAR: that guy who follows me home from school
I HEAR: music. summertime - Mae
I WONDER: aloud.
I REGRET: nothing!
I LOVE: to sing in the shower.
I DANCE: safely.
I SING: to strangers.
I CRY: when someone tickles me.
YES or NO:
YOU KEEP A DIARY: if you call an online sarcastic journal a diary
YOU LIKE TO COOK: cereal.
YOU HAVE A SECRET YOU HAVE NOT SHARED WITH ANYONE: I'm native american.
HAVE A CRUSH: -ing weight dropped on my foot
WANT TO GET MARRIED: before i die.
GET MOTION SICKNESS: not so much.
THINK YOU'RE A HEALTH FREAK: have you seen me? yeah, mmph. i exercise everyday.
FAVORITES
NUMBER: 16.75
COLOR: green
DAY: everyDAY. get it?
MONTH: JULY!
DRINK: a mixture of all the sodas on tap at Fuddrucker's
PREFERENCES
CUDDLE OR MAKE OUT: well, i do have testicles, so maybe B.
CHOCOLATE MILK OR HOT CHOCOLATE: Hot Chocolate with whipped cream.
DARK OR WHITE CHOCOLATE: Dark, just like my women.
CHOCOLATE OR VANILLA: Vanilla
IN THE LAST 24 HRS, HAVE YOU...
CRIED?: Nay.
HELPED SOMEONE?: Yay.
BOUGHT SOMETHING?: yeah, the starlight run cd, Fast Times DVD, my lunch, and a little something something off the "street pharmacist". oy vay take a joke you fuckfucks.
GOTTEN SICK?: do naw.
GONE TO THE MOVIES?: its Tuesday night.
SAID 'I LOVE YOU'?: probably in my sleep to myself.
MISSED AN EX?: hmmm.
WRITTEN IN A JOURNAL?: does typing in a journal count?
HAD A SERIOUS TALK?: well if this is 2004, then probably never.
MISSED SOMEONE?: yes
HUGGED SOMEONE?: Hug backwards is Guh. So of course i hug. Hugs= Love = Happiness
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[29 Nov 2004|08:40pm] |
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so, todizzle was boring. i got my highest math grade since January, and 83! so afterschool i had a dandy meeting of JSA cabinet, walked to Sunrise to get a beygal, trekked to Club Preakness to git meself a copay of the debut Straylight Run compact disc, and also to acquire Fast Times at Ridgemont High- amerzzingg movie. so then we went to that shithole for stupid ghetto kids with nothing better to do with their life or money, oh yeah, Cyber Connection to get some Bawls. Damn i could have bawls all day. Best bawls in town, and at only two dollars a pop! Moving on, so we sat there taking sips from our Bawls and eavesdropping on this conversation between a sluttty girl and the owner guy or whatever. So it turns out her boyfriend got fired from this place cause he stole a bunch of money and shit from the store. They're pressing charges or whatever.
This is what video games do to your brilliant minds!
Okay, it was one thing when Jeff got a PLaystation cause all we did was play tony hawk like twice a year, and even Kyle got a playstation (the last person i think would) and i still haven't forgiven him for that, then i thought i'd throw my hat into the ring and i got that TV Baseball game that you hook the plastic home plate into the back of the Tv and swing the bat over the plate to play. I am so ghetto! Yeah, shut up. You love me. But then in my favorite hangout (yeah, i said it. what!?) they opened a place. a place dedicated to bums who play video games for a living. i hate them.
The Straylight Run cd is amerrrrrzzzinnnnggg! it really is.
im gonna go do something constructive!
tata
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[28 Nov 2004|07:39pm] |
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Moving on to Boy Meets World. Opposite from Laguna Beach, this show focuses on poor, ugly people who apparently fall desperately in love at age...... 12. There is not one funny joke on this show, and yet when there's a marathon on (which is apparently every day) I can't stop watching. There's something painful, but awesome about watching former Primetime kiddie sitcoms from the late 90s:
Sabrina the Teenage Witch
Full House
Family Matters
Boy Meets World
Saved by the Bell
and more ...
I'm going to go finish off this AWESOME! marathon.
Later...
Ri-K
P.S. You must listen to the song I put above, it is absolutely amazing!
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[28 Nov 2004|12:47pm] |
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So this morning i watched a marathon called "Laguna Beach". Ah, Laguna Beach. We've all caught a glimpse of this guilty pleasure. The show is so fucking stupid. Follow around a clique of spoiled high schoolers who do nothing but shit around. These folks have nothing to do wiht their spoiled lives, watch it for five minutes and these people would make Kim Jong Ill crap his pants. Kim Jong Ill is awesome. And plus, that fat girl Morgan, what the hell is she doing among all these "blonde bombshells", as my grandpa says. It looks like she got pulled out of a Fat Albert cartoon. Get the hell off my rich reality show airwaves Tito (see Rocket Power). By the way there's this Sophomore in my Graphic Design class that looks exactly like Tito from Rocket Power. I swear, to the pound.
I'm going to go watch my hair grow.
Ri-K
P.S. I think I have a crush on the girl Lauren on the show. She's dandy. I want to kill everyone else.
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so i woke up. i showered. i went to short hills. i got me a pair o' Birks. all was good under the kreitner hood. except that the alarm went off in the parking garage for like fifteen minutes. And every time we went near the car, it'd go of agayn. Hmmph.
So then we drove my sister home, and me and mommis headed off to the inebitaber haircut. Oh, shite. After a siting of two ol' baseball pals, two Math homies, it was time. I tell him i want by bangs cut from my lips all the way up to the tip of my nose. The fuckin neurotic takes this to mean, "Hey old Italian man: Would you please cut four inches off my bangs and not touch the rest of my fuckin hair? Thanks a lot, man. By the way, go get me a pizza." I think I share my dislike of this species with Carasita. So that's what the fuck does, and now I look like Ringo Starr circa 1964.
I WILL GET NO HAIRCUTS OF ANY SORT FOR AT LEAST TWO YEARS.
I don't care at all. No haircuts. No positives come from haircuts. None.
I'm now going to watch Elf, EuroTrip, and watch my hair grow.
Fuckfully submitted,
Walter Louie Irving
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