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I'm posting some stuff because Neela told me to. And I'm also not much of a socialite, so I'm looking to improve that by taking this time to blog on the interweb.
Not much has been going on lately, just came back from California only to return to theepitome of suburbia that I see right outside of my window right now.
I hope we have no school tomorrow. I don't hate it that much, but I go to a public school... 'nuff said!
Finals are coming up too, and I sadly have no motivation to study. Maybe it's because I'm still in denial that this semester is already over, or maybe I'm just a lazy bastard. :)
This post is really depressing, eh? I think it has just exceeded the awfulness of "Ben Kraft's Eyebrows". (to be honest, I don't think this blog is that awful, but I needed to transition into the awesome story I'm about to tell.)
So basically, there's this kid in our school, and his name is Ben Kraft. That's right, like Kraft Macaroni & Cheese. Call him want you want, but he's still a flipping genius that came from a private school, and he's is our valedictorian.
He's a pretty chillin' kid, but he's got some strange features going on. He's got these INSANE eyebrows; I'm not talking insane like they're hideous (even though some say they are), but insane as in - they're going to take over the world. They've got a mind of their own and whatever you do, don't get on their bad side because they can make you cry, scarring you on many different levels.
Today, me and Joie literally pointed and laughed at his eyebrows while we were waiting for our bus. It was pretty awesome because even though Ben was making direct eye contact with us, he still looked around him to see if we were laughing at someone else. We weren't, but we confused him, and that's all that matters... Good times man. Just say it. Good times... :p
That's not really so much of a story as an explanation, but I'm pretty proud of it as I'm re-reading my entire post now.
I think I'm just going to end this here, because I've put way too much energy into this post than I should have.
- uriegasms
Not much has been going on lately, just came back from California only to return to the
I hope we have no school tomorrow. I don't hate it that much, but I go to a public school... 'nuff said!
Finals are coming up too, and I sadly have no motivation to study. Maybe it's because I'm still in denial that this semester is already over, or maybe I'm just a lazy bastard. :)
This post is really depressing, eh? I think it has just exceeded the awfulness of "Ben Kraft's Eyebrows". (to be honest, I don't think this blog is that awful, but I needed to transition into the awesome story I'm about to tell.)
So basically, there's this kid in our school, and his name is Ben Kraft. That's right, like Kraft Macaroni & Cheese. Call him want you want, but he's still a flipping genius that came from a private school, and he's is our valedictorian.
He's a pretty chillin' kid, but he's got some strange features going on. He's got these INSANE eyebrows; I'm not talking insane like they're hideous (even though some say they are), but insane as in - they're going to take over the world. They've got a mind of their own and whatever you do, don't get on their bad side because they can make you cry, scarring you on many different levels.
Today, me and Joie literally pointed and laughed at his eyebrows while we were waiting for our bus. It was pretty awesome because even though Ben was making direct eye contact with us, he still looked around him to see if we were laughing at someone else. We weren't, but we confused him, and that's all that matters... Good times man. Just say it. Good times... :p
That's not really so much of a story as an explanation, but I'm pretty proud of it as I'm re-reading my entire post now.
I think I'm just going to end this here, because I've put way too much energy into this post than I should have.
- uriegasms
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