2002-01-03 - 9:43 p.m.
wow, this is funny. i've got two friends at kamehameha. one met raquel and so now i'm gonna put in a good word for him incase he wants to hook up with her. the other, he got a lower score than me in the SAT's he makes me feel smart dammit! yeah! oh, and he took it like three times. i guess i'm not the second dumbest ass in the world, the first being chad kapanui. not that i would say it to his face. and i would deny it down to when he's pummeling my face calling me a liar. but wouldn't you guys deny it too? i'd be really scared if i ever met chad kapanui in a dark alley. hell, i'd probably be scared just standing next to him. he's kinda big and muscular. i'm kinda small and fat. he'd kill me.
but, anyway. oh yeah, it's like... the third, which means that... we come back to school today. oh and it's been something like two months since i took the SAT's and you know what that means, right? about me and randi? yeah, it means this is the night that we watched the roosevelt water polo team kick kahuku's ass. yeah! you guys like, fucked 'em up! hooray! why am i cheering? i dont know. but, yeah!
anyway... today we went back to school. it meant nothing to me really. but i got to school about half-an-hour late. yeah, i woke up at about 8:10 and i was all freakin' out, "oh shit! i'm late! dammit!" so i rushed around the house scrambling to get ready. it's a good thing i had my bag already packed and my mom sorted my clothes last night while i was looking for my english books. so yeah, i'm power walking to school hoping i wont be too late. and when i get there, everyone's doing homework in leadership, just like it should be. only thing is, kyle wasn't there. i was all sad that kyle wasn't there for me to harrass. and so i sat down and just chilled. oh and teruya had my english books, i was so happy she had them. but she didn't tell me she had them till the end of class. bastard. and then in english, i kinda just chilled like i always do. i was kinda wasted. we have to find monologues from a shakespeare story. i have to look 'em up and cut 'um to 15-20 lines. shouldn't be too hard. i'm a good actor. i can be overly dramatic or i can be subtle. at least, thats how it hear it in my head. but then again, i hear myself singing good in my head too. nevermind.
uh, news writing, my opinion is now the lead story for opinions which means i can't use it for featured rides because i'm trying to keep that as monthly as possible. so now i have to go look for a car to do. hmm... maybe i'll go ask mrs. freitas if i can do her mercedes? hmm...
what else is there?
uh, in fourth period, me and jesse were shitting around and discussing socialism, capitalism, communism, and hitler's penis size. just a normal day for me.
lunch. randi and i got our pictures from the mistletoe. oh yeah, ms. hamel hates pacific photo company just like i do. anyway. the photo looks good according to everyone because we blend in with the background. just like i thought we would. yeah! but everyone seems to criticize my hair do. not like i really care cause yeah, it's only my hair. yu-huh.
we'll just skip periods 5 and 6 cause nothing happend. as usual.
after school, me and randi met and she ate lunch at sure shot cafe while i picked off her plate because i'm poor. and then we went to my house and i kicked her down in gran turismo. i'll give her props on beating me on tahiti road, but then i still beat her in super stage 5, tahiti maze, and she gave up when i beat her by more than 5 seconds in the first lap of complex strings. i think she beat me on tahiti road because she was using a slightly faster accelerating car. so i got smart and used a faster accelerating car. yup, i know the cars and the tracks like the back of my ass. randi was salty about that. :) i love cheating.
and then she went home. and i slept. and i ate. and i studied. or at least tried to. vocab sucks ass. so now i'm here. but yeah. i love cheating.
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