April 2010
194 posts
The Blackhawks? I was never a fan growing up so I’m not really one now. I’ll obviously go out and celebrate when they win, but that’s because I’m an alcoholic and not because I’m actually happy they won. I was actually a Red Wings fan growing up and they’re still my favorite team…. don’t tell my friends though.
You use Yahoo or Bing? How do you find anything? Do you also use Ask Jeeves?
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Some of my real life friends thought it’d be cool for all of us to use it over this summer, which I don’t see happening but whatever. I’ll give it a shot.
So if FB is for my real life friends, and tumblr is for my internet bros, then I guess twitter is somewhere in between.
I don’t really know how to look people up? Can you even? So yea… follow me and I’ll probably follow you back. Or don’t, either way it’s cool. I won’t cross post too much between here and there, unless Ice-T tells me to go eat something.
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PEACE!
Jump for joy: Jump by Van Halen
Cry hard: Stop Crying your Heart Out by Oasis
Makes me flip: Break Stuff by Limp Bizkit
Artists I’m madly into: Celine Dion, S Club 7, and ABBA.
I got like 9 hours to do it so I’m not worried.

Kind of scary how there are only 2 essays for this class and in one hour I could make the exact same post.
P.O.S. - Savion Glover
I haven’t seen that many people live, but seeing P.O.S. last year probably tops my list.
We had these really dumb drills during gym class when I was like 7 that helped warm us up. So we would run, hop, skip, etc. around the gym. Well… a few of my classmates and I didn’t know how to skip. We would do this half-hop half-run thing, and our fatass gym teacher thought it was the worst thing in the world. Like who cares if this kid can’t read or do simple math? This kid is fucked at life if he can’t skip.
So while everyone else was doing normal kid things like play kickball, I was on the sidelines learning how to fucking skip. Eventually I got it, doesn’t take a rocket scientist obviously. So then at the end of class she makes us skip up and down the gym floor while EVERYONE watches us and claps when we finish. Like I’m some sort of sped and skipping is my life achievement.
Still think about it…