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| Look at all that graduation you spilled
Yeah, so we graduated. Sweet. High School is finally
over and I can start moving my life forward. I can not deny that I am
very grateful for my time at Hampden Academy; the faculty, the friends,
the facilities (not) have all helped me through this annoyingly
dramatic time in my life to make me as ready as I can be for the world.
The faculty throughout my stay have far exceeded my expectations of
them. Great minds like Mr. Merrithew, Mr. Tibbets, and Mr. Johnson
helped me with much more than just the subject matter, they helped me
with life and the problem-solving that surrounds it. At the same time,
on occasion, I had to deal with some teachers who couldn't breathe to
save their own lives (yes, Ms. Folland, Hydrogen Oxide is, in fact,
water, not a pollutant to rivers...nt).
Friends were also an important part of
this 4-year marathon of fun. Although I kept only a close few, it was
all I needed. To those friends of mine, past and present, who have
touched my life in some way, I say thank you. It mattered to me. I know
I was reasonably anti-social throughout High School (succeeding in
never attending a stupid High School drinking party) but I enjoyed the
time I spent with those people close to me. To all my underclassmen
friends...good luck, don't lose sight of your goals because the end
doesn't take long to get here.
Do what you can when you can. No
hesitation. No regrets.
Catch you on the flip side
~Peace~
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| - Housekeeping?
I guess it's been a while since I've had a normal update.
College stuff is looking good. My number one is Dalhousie...yes, that's
right folks, I want to be a
Canadian. I'm supposed to go see it during April break, hopefully that
works out. But I actually want to send my deposits earlier than that so
I can reserve a good place to live. We'll see, can't wait.
Another cool thing is that a poem I wrote is going
to be published in some collection of modern poetry book. I entered it
into the contest to try and win some money and they replied saying they
wanted to publish it, the drawing for the cash will be at a later date.
I thought that was totally sweet though...I'm a published author!
I also want to say farewell to Janice. She's going
into the Marines in a few days. I wish her the best of luck and pray
for her survival. I love you Jan!
Oh...here's the poem if you want to read it:
"Fame"
Barely Mature
you fly from home,
carried on a cloud
of sparkles and cheers.
Viewed as a Messiah
people tie to you like puppets,
moving as you move.
The glory dies quickly as a moth
in the night after only hours of life.
You awake on an island,
and as the glitter blows away
like sand covering treasure,
you are left with nothing
but an empty chest.
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| - Shiggity Shwa!
As a follow up to getting my tongue pierced, here a few
pictures, by request, of what it looks like. I still highly recommend
this piercing over any other. It never hurt (except when I tried to eat
too fast) and once the swelling went away my speaking was perfectly
normal. I am very happy with it, as is the person who recommended it to
me, as is Zach (who I found out had it done like 3 days after me). Not
to mention, any non-old person you show it to thinks it's totally
ass-kicking.
Note: Credit goes to my mom for braving her fear of the piercing to take these pictures for me.
Peace.
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| - Happy Tongue!
For those of you who haven't had your tongue pierced I suggest you try
it. I was nervous at first, but the whole process took less than 2
minutes and was totally painless... not even kidding, and it hasn't
even hurt afterward (except eating for a while). The guys at Maine
Tattoo are great, I recommend them. So far it's been nothing but
awesome. Every time I look in the mirror I see silver sexiness in my
mouth. And for guys: there are few girls who can resist, I've already
had a lot of people say they would like to kiss someone with a tongue
ring. And for girls: if you think you wouldn't like it, you are wrong,
just ask someone who has.
That's enough of that, I'm sure I'll be sticking my tongue out at you at some point. 
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| End of the Week
Today
(yesterday now...1:44 AM) marked the end of mid-terms for me. I
finished it off with a complete butt-raping from the Chemistry exam,
but hey, I was already warmed up from Physics and Calc on Wednesday. I
must say, the Academic stress is going down and out. The end of the
year is getting closer and my smile is getting wider. June 12th, you
rock my world.
Complaint for the Day:
"Feminine Products"
Commercials- What the fuck. I seem to remember complaining about this
many years ago, but apparently the Advertisement Execs aren't
listening. I'm just sick of seeing this garbage. A few commercials here
and there to raise awareness wouldn't be an issue. My problem is when I
see the next hottest brand showing off all of the latest technological
advancements to their pads; wings, ropes, rotors, bungee cords, glade
plug-ins and such. Then there are the ones for yeast infections. Holy
fucking shit I don't care. Yeah, we learned about it in family life,
ok, I know what it is, now I never want to hear tell of it again. Ever.
All of the products like VagiStat, MoniStat, Fuck-meStat, brag that
they can clear it up in a week, NO!, 3 days, NO!, 1 day. How about
this, to put an end to all of these sissy claims I will offer my
30-second cure: Fire.
Honestly I just find it very intrusive
that companies are trying to capitalize on something so personal to
women. It's something difficult and sometimes embarrassing that they
all must go through. Education of the subject is perfect, but
commercialization is disrespectful and wrong.
Fuck you Kotex
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