The Host family from Hell

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Aparently, this Polish exchange student, Michael, got stuck with some Christian Fundamentalists.



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Le Doggie et Cheffie

HAPPY 100!!

Well, this is post 100 so I thought i'd celebrate by posting my accent type:

What American accent do you have? Your Result: The Midland "You have a Midland accent" is just another way of saying "you don't have an accent." You probably are from the Midland (Pennsylvania, southern Ohio, southern Indiana, southern Illinois, and Missouri) but then for all we know you could be from Florida or Charleston or one of those big southern cities like Atlanta or Dallas. You have a good voice for TV and radio.
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Gene Sheldon Classic Tenor Banjo on Jackie Gleason Show

A true master comedian knows how to play banjo.

Alameda WON! The Island Bowl!!

*dance dance dance*

Allright Hornets! We beat the jets into a pulp with a bloody battle with victory for the white and gold. 31 to zero, thirty-one love, 31 naught, 31 zip, 31 nil, 31-0, thirrry-un to cerro.

Say it however you want, we ran the jets into the dog poop spread out over thompson...

MUAHAHAHAHA!!

On an even more evil note, EHS's Kenese Pedro (formerly AHS) was pulled from the game for unsportsmanlike conduct.


Damn! Damn! Damn!!

It's too late to start up the straw hat band. In terms of playing home football games. Since we made it to the playoffs. But theres other sports.

Post: I

In the beginning, there was nothing

Once it became now, there was too much crap to deal with

Ah our world, a fetid growth of mold and humans.

The industry of domination is big round these parts. Or so it seems

Nothing is ever the same as it was before.

That used to be a house,

Now its a starbucks.

Goodjob industry. You've displaced a family for a small shop

Over there, used to be Dr. Hornby's mansion. Now its an apartment

Good job 1960! You've torn down historically significant houses of Alameda

And in its place, put the soul devoid and butt ugly apartments of disgust

How is doing that... Ever a good idea?

Why dont we tear down your fucking mansion and stick a starbucks or a walmart there!

Hm!


So citizens. Support local businesses and history. Dont let industry get the best of you.

Cool Eye Maker

Goodnight world

I sit here at my station. Sitting, writing, composing my thoughts into electrical impulses. And those into gestures and the gestures into physical work and interactions, etc. etc. etc.

I'm finding that the world was never really the happy, go lucky, cotton candy and laffy taffy world I always believed it to be. People who I always thought were awesome in nature, are nothing more than mere false gods, stripped of their marble and roman numerals. These are real, ordinary... did I mention real? Real people. I never got to know the person who really exists in a person.

Am I that shallow? To sit here and live life as I've seen it though the rose colored glasses? To dance about the maypole everyday, celebrating the status quo. Never questioning, never asking, never knowing.

So, i'm going to mull and let it stew. Goodnight world, we shall meet again.

Saddam!

They've reached a verdict! Death!!! Woooot!

It

She called today. I was working at my desk when it happened. It started out as a text, then a call then a conversation was born. We talked a little, how people suck and our views of immigrants (illegal) are alike. Then, the ladythings happened. I sat there. Waiting for a response. I sat there. Listening to nothing. I sat there. Listening to several girls chatting. She came back. We closed it off and went our seperate ways. Her, a nap for the day. Me, more computer things.

I began to grow tired of browsing the internet, yet the only other possibility of work was to do homework. I put it aside and continued to browse blindly. Checking all my old sites, nothing new. A heavy sigh. The bears game is on. Awesome, Cal in the lead.

Dinner, a clash of spicy, salty and soupy.

A return home. Bears won. Hands down. Quiet rest of day I spent. There was a Steve McQueen movie on so I watched that. Not bad. Pretty cool.

My thoughts dwell on her at all times. I couldnt put her out of my mind. She's still there as I write.

awhile

So yeah, its been awhile. Happy halloween everyone! So today, we began building pumpkins in sweets class. For the first time, I felt rather disoriented.

Now we're kookin' wit gas!

So after getting a stern talking to:

Transcript:

"Ok, from here on out, no more nagging. We're not helping you get into college"

from my parents, I set off to prove them wrong. And that I would get into the colleges of my choice. I shall shake my fist at them while sipping martinis from a residental tower at Cal Poly! Muahaha!

Cal Game: 102106

So today, the Brownsons took me out to the Cal game against washington! I got to meet Sally's little friend, Donatello or Bits as Sally refers to her. They're always so nice to me. At the game, the bears were rather sloppy in the first half. But then, the cheer in today's Snoopy came to me: Woof woof, arf, arf, get them in the second harf! then the bears began gaining ground again. Mostly the work of Defence though. Longshore's passes kept overshooting his intended targets and it took them a while to start passing the ball short distances. When the bears did catch a long ball, they seemed to get overzealous and screw it up and the ball ended up back in the huskie's hands. But the second half, the Bears began to score alot and 4 seconds on the clock, Cal is up 24 to 17. The huskies pass, three bearsmen go for it, but it slips out and a Husky grabs it and touchdown, 24:24. Damn overtime but thank god we went for the 2 points after. Bears first, touchdown! Huskies turn, interception! the Bears got the ball! The BEARS got the BALL! and down at the Washington 25 yard line! THE BEARS HAVE WON!! THE BEARS WON!! *hands slapping* Yelling* Screaming* hugging* But wait... no one has charged the field... wtf... I've yet to see a field charge. This time, thankfully no one got lost, espically Bits which would have been pretty troublesome. On another note, Sally spilled diet soda on me. She'd better be thankful its got barely any soda and the stuff wasnt sticky... that much... *evil grin*

So Happy by myself

Aha! I'm so happy! ^__^ Last night, I put together my envelope: complete with letter and photograph and the package for her. One slightly used High School Football jeresey. I just feel happy that i'm making her happy by sending her mail. Which reminds me. I havent gotten mail for awhile... v__v

GOD DAMMIT!!!K!HKJ!KL:!KL!:!!

>:[ GOD DAMMIT!! I HATE MR. HARDIN's CHEMISTRY CLASS. I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT THE FUCKING HELL IS GOIGN ON HALF THE TIME! THE CLASS MAKES NO SENSE AND I JUST FEEL LIKE YELLING:

DAMMIT!OIHD:IOFH:IL@:IOJ:IFHDISOHSDF:DSJKM<>

The girl that sat there...

On saturday morning, I was subject to the subject tests for the SATs. God I hate taking tests. But anyways, down to the meaty bits of this entry. I was to take my test inside the Media Center of my high school and there was this girl who was sitting at the table on my left. I looked at her. She looked just like this one girl in Allentown I have a crush on. As I took my test, I couldnt help but look at her whenever I had the chance. God she was beautiful. Sadly, I probably wont see her again since i've never seen her at AHS before nor does she attend AHS. Her shirt said St. Ignatius Volleyball and dejected, I slunked off as I finished my tests. But on the plus side, I went to the 13th annual classic car show on Park St. Which was totally fun! Photos of that event

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Personal Statements

I began to work on them. They're really hard to write!

Amazing photos

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1910 flood of paris