Thursday, January 29, 2004

 

1/29/04

Advice of the Day: Don't be a Ryan!

As one thing fell into the place, the rest fell apart.

I wouldn't wish Alzheimer's on anyone. I can't imagine forgetting all your memories, let alone, yourself and the ones that you love.

I've been dealing with a couple of personal things in the past week, so I'm sorry if I've seemed...for a lack of a better word, different?

But 'tis all good, my homie. Given a little time and you know this man!

If you don't wanna party, then you ain't Ryan Mose!

My life is like Cheers. Everybody knows my name.

I tried running for MHHS Senior class presidente, but no one would listen to me.

Do your part! Contribute to the "Get Ryan A New Binder!" fund!

Please, it's RY-diculous, not ridiculous. Get it straight!

English juss...isn't as fun anymore, I'm sorry. Here's the basic rundown: there's our corner, then there's the rest of the class. Our corner likes to discuss the topic in our corner, and we do it intellectually and we are, more often than not, getting the right interpretation of things. The rest of the class likes to squabble and babble about their own interpretations of the topic that are clearly out of the ballpark.

So why don't we correct them? 'Cause we're cool like that.

Honestly, its way too loud in that class. Hard to imagine, I know. You really have no idea.

Essays? Nothing.

I still don't like doing them, though.

Paula Abdul is one sickly woman.

Did you know that in Morocco, the symbol of love is not the heart, but the liver?

Would you drive behind someone whose license plate holder said: "I'd rather be sleeping."?

Speaking of cars, I'm certain she could cause car crashes with juss the bat of her eyes.

I vaguely remember her eyes. They were deep eyes that bordered on sexy and came short of mysterious. The type of eyes that made you feel violated when she looked at you for more than 5 seconds.

I see her every so often now, but its out of the corner of my eye. And by the time I realized that beauty juss passed me by once again and I'm about to sport a witty greeting, she's gone, teleported across the way.

Baby, I juss can't chill right.

No, really. What's happened to me?

I'm 50% immature, I know.

I'm also 100% moron, don't you forget it.

Y'all juss went heavy on the weak sauce.

You can't dance and stay uptight.

Well, its a marvelous night for a moondance, with the stars up above in your eyes. A fantabulous night to make romance, 'neath the cover of [January] skies...

Docking out...
-Ryan : needs someone to make him believe it

Ryan posted this at 9:35 PM.