Ohmigod! I can’t believe that high school is over. That’s nuts. And tons of family here too. My stepbrother (he’s 29 and just got a Masters from Tulane but doesn’t have a job yet) is staying in my room, my grandparents are down the hall, my dad, my aunt, 2 cousins and my other grandfather are all staying in town. Whew. And so many parties to turn down. I missed *5* different things yesterday! Pobre mio! Ah well, there’ll be bomb parties all summer.It’s been a while since I’ve updated cuz of all the stuff happening and the fact that old, early-sleeping people are staying in the computer room. So here’s the rundown (interspliced with political commentary, of course):
There was a wicked tight dance last Friday. It’s the Aloha Dance. Every last Friday of the year, the school puts on this dance outside on the volleyball courts with a wicked good DJ, tons of girls in bikinis and tons and tons of drunk people. It’s good times, heh. I’d say a good 30 percent of the people were drunk before the dance even began, and tons more afterward. This one runner was totally stoned, and right after the dance ended, he whipped out his John McDermott and took a whiz right in the middle of the volleyball court (sand) while everyone was watching highly confused. Interesting, heh. Eyal tried to steal one of the tiki torches, but Laura Shaver caught him and he hadda bring it back.
The Word Cup got started in earnest last weekend. I’m stoked. No one gave America a piss’ chance in hell of beating the Portuguese, and then we had 2 of our best players (Claudio Reyna and Clint “Cleatus” Mathis) injured for the game, but we still put in 3 goals in the first 35 minutes and got a 3-2 victory over one of the world’s top teams. The Irish got two ties against Cameroon and Germany, which means all they need is a win against a terrible Saudi side to qualify for the second round. Best of all, the French scored zero goals in their first two games, and now need to beat Denmark by 2 goals without 2 of their best players (Petit and Henry were suspended) to make the second round. And a bad French side should make us all happy. I’ve learnt the Argentinian side are an ugly bunch, too.
Monday was the IHS assembly and graduation. I busted this sick rap with Naddy R singing the chorus, but I guess it was sorta hard to hear in the back rows (the mic sounded kinda garbly to me on stage, but it was hard to tell, since the stupid sound check was set up so that we didn’t use mics at it). A buncha people I don’t know said stuff to me about it, though, which is wicked tight. It had a few sweet verses, like “We risin’ up like Hillary on the summit of Mount Everest / All the kids behind me shining golden like a treasure chest”. Naddy R did a great job singing too. Sweetness. I got this cool award from IHS, also, so that’s cool. I’ll put it on my resume, heh.
At the graduation, I sat next to Chris Ware. We were enemies, but we’re buds now, as we spent the whole graduation pointing out the bomb girls at our respective schools. This girl to my other side (Shannon Skinner, maybe? It’s Brad Simpson’s gf, I remember) was so totally bomb, but I’m told by other girls that she’s wicked fake. Ah well. I don’t trust girls judgments, anyway, heh. (Just joking, you guys know me)
Tuesday, we got our yearbooks. I guess Sheldon and South don’t get the books till the fall, which I think is wac. Like, all we miss is final reports on spring sports and graduation, but we get all the signatures and comments from our friends, which are infinitely more valuable. Jamie C decided that old yearbooks are the best ego boost, cuz everyone says only nice stuff about you, hehe. Totally true. People are actually a lot more honest in yearbooks (I know I usually am) - like, there’s no jealousy or anger or anything like that. It’s really nice. This year, I tried to write at least a few sentences for everyone, even people I don’t know that well (heh, a couple people that wanted to sign yearbooks I’d forgotten the name of…prob’ly not a good sign, huh?), cuz it’s the senior year and all. I think I’ve got almost everyone taken care of, though I gotta get a few more that I missed like Mel T and Ethan at the all night party. In any case, everyone is smiling after reading their yearbooks. It’s like Christmas - prob’ly my favorite part of the school year.
Also, I have like thirty senior pictures. Please take them! They’re just sitting in my room! I don’t want pictures of myself, heh. I can look in a mirror anytime I want, right?
Stupid babes? Former Maxim Editor says magazine a creative wasteland.
Wednesday (er…yesterday) was the last day of school. Sooooooooo nice. The back parking lot was roped off with bouncers to keep the Juniors out. Y’see, they’ve been parking there (the “Senior Lot”) all year, and we were tired off it by now, heh. So we kept it to ourselves, TP’ed the juniors whose cars had snuck past the blockade and had a mini-BBQ. Right after last period, a loud roar erupted as the Seniors celebrated in the halls. It hasn’t settled in yet (I think at the end of the All Night Party tomorrow night I’ll be pretty sad knowing I won’t see a lot of these people ever again), but it’s still so, so exciting. I wrote a ton of raps for people in yearbooks. The one for A-Money McQueen was sick cuz it used every letter of the alphabet in the rap: “A-Money McQueen be (B) the best at tennis, see? (C) / DDR (D) skillz come so E-sily for he / In-F-abble levels of talent for this G /” etc etc etc. So then I needed one for Amber cuz she wanted a rap, too. I wrote like Andrew’s, but going backward from Z to A: “Like spacemen in Z-ro gravity, horizons Y-denin’ X-ponentially” etc. It was soooooo sick. Tons of alliteration and all that. Wicked tight. It’s like my best written freestyle ever.
Y’know the Kyoto Protocol? A prominent environmentalist actually did the math (unlike Greenpeace) and figured out that the Kyoto Protocol would only lower global warning by .15 degrees at a cost of 150 billion dollars to the US economy. Totally worthless, since adapting to the global warming would cost far less. And that’s exactly what the Bush plan recommended last week (paying to adapt rather than wasting the money to keep things the same). Warmer weather only means a degree or two say all but the most radical researchers, and there are both good and bad benefits. Cut global warning, sure, but only when it’s feasible. Congrats to Bush for taking the high road.
So yearbooks are also fun because of the funny comments. Here are the best so far this year (names left out to protect the innocent):
- “I know you’ll find a trophy wife to cook you dinner while you make the dinero.”
- “I never believed white guys could rap until I heard you.”
- “Pimps up, hoes down.”
- “Dawg, you are a true thug. You are one of the biggest pimps I know.”
- “Your ‘Buddhist Tennis’ has taught me more than you’ll ever know.”
- “From tennis to flows, you da Most Valuable Playa.”
- “If I haven’t made millions by 27, I plan on calling and joining your harem.”
- “You are honest, real, funny, smart and above all else you like Seinfeld, which is what’s really important in life.”
- “When I establish my nudist colony, I’ll see you there.”
- and of course “Don’t stalk Natalie Portman!”
What would I do without these insightful nuggets of wisdom?
If you eat like no food, you could probably live to 150 years old. Then again, you wouldn’t have as much sex drive and couldn’t eat Mac & Cheese, so what would be the point of living anyway?
Heh, I guess I won “Most Likely to Be President of the United States” in the senior voting. Good times. I thought I had Best Body locked up, but Marcus won. Dunno how that happened, hehe. I got a cool mug and a certificate, though. Sweet. Someone said they introduced me as “You all know him as The Cure…” Word. A bunch of us hit up Studio One cuz it was cheaper than the official breakfast, though.
Damn, this took 2 days to write. No time! I might get a job after all, too! Symantec and Hollywood are both looking good right now. Props to Caitlin for reccomending me to her manager. Sweet! I have no time…it’s time for graduation and the bomb all night party where they’re giving away 4000 bucks in cash!
“Firewater” by BT
Damn, this song is much hated by reviewers, but 6 minutes in it has the most intoxicating singing ever. The song was in a dream I had over at Tyler’s last weekend. Wierd, huh?Also “Without Me (Garage Mix)” by Eminem.
Sorry, I have more good new songs, but I hafta leave like right now. This is a tight remix, pick it up. Peace!
