Thursday, May 27, 2004

 

5.27.04

I'm going to make this post long.

Long.

In hopes that it compensates for lack of updating. =)

And can we all say...

HAPPY BIRFDAY! HAPPY B-DIZZLE! HAPPY 10+7!

to...

THE DAR-REN AND CHESKI!

Well I hope you two had the grooviest of days.

Yes, that is the same Cheski that owes me a oh-so-delicious-that-it-should-be-illegal cheesecake!

So, my friends, the end of the year is burgeoning.

I'm both relieved and saddened.

True, no more work and no more highschool drama.

However, the seniors are graduating and half the "underclassmen" are going to Mission next year.

I'll miss you all, no doubt. But hey, we're going to stay in touch.

Count on it.

Speaking of Mission Hills, I seriously don't like how they're the Grizzlies.

They should have juss listened to me and have been the Mission Hill Bovines. The mascot could have been a milkman and their arenas could have been called the "Slaughterhouses."

Was that too much to ask?

By the way, I made Co-Captain.

And I lowered my cholesterol.

For the record, "P." is my middle name, ok?

I know he has good intentions, he's a good guy, but does he not ruminate over the potential results of his actions ahead of time?

But maybe coming from me, Mr. Ry-Diculously aware, that's too much to ask.

Listening to Sterling's stories makes me want them to have "Critical Thought" as a course again.

And it also makes me wish Franklin wasn't retiring yet.

Respect: its relative.

People have to learn how to roll with the punches and work with what was dealt to you.

Change isn't always a bad thing either.

No matter how far, run for all you're worth.

Its sad to know a person who suffers from lalochezia. I frown knowing that they don't have a better way in which to handle things.

So I proved my point. Although, I was the only know who actually knows what that point was.

Hey, if you're a sexy, albeit, scandalous girlie, could you do me a favor? Next time you're at a party and some sleazy cat is trying to get with you, give him that oh-so-sexy stare and inquire, "Could I ask you a question?"

To which he'll reply, "Bust it!" thinking he's gotten some leverage on you.

That's when you bust out the Trivial Pursuit card and ask him the question and if he doesn't get it, throw the card at him and walk away because you're too good for him.

And then you can tell me alllll about it. =)

Random Adventures:
1)My friends and I get into deep conversations every now and then. Very deep. We had such a conversation on our way back home one day. So we're driving along and we look up. Hmmsha... I've never seen that before, an abandoned highway that's crumbling apart. Looking in its general direction alone made the aged edifice quiver and crackle. Somehow, we found ourselves in Mira Mesa. A part of Mira Mesa I've never been to before. Let me reiterate... a part of Mira Mesa I've never been to before. Luckily, we had plenty of gas to backtrack.
2)I've never been one to go to a neighbor when in need of sugar, and I sure didn't expect anyone else in my neighborhood to do so either. However, I was proven wrong when an lady showed up to my door one day with a Paloma sports bottle asking for ice. It wouldn't have been so strange had the lady not looked like the mama from The Goonies, or the fact that she looked like she was about to cast a hex on me and rob me of all my goodies. Granted, I've also never seen her in my life. What did I learn? You can fit a lot of ice in a Paloma sports bottle.
3)After a specific R&B and Hip Hop concert, I joined my friends in waiting for the entertaining entourage to exit the arena so that we could all get autographs. It was all good until Mr. Combs entered my peripheral vision. So what did I do? Oh nothing, I juss jumped past the set up fence and ran up to the cat formerly known as Puff Daddy. And did you know what I did with my pen and my pad? I cold-cocked P. Diddy right in the face. Specifically in the right temple. And then I comboed straight into a left-handed uppercut on the chin, ending my physical assault with a physical recumbentibus. The crowd cheered and I docked out before his bodyguards could catch me.
4)I was singing one evening with the window open and I suddenly heard, "Its beautiful and everything, but its 12-fucking-45, Pavorotti!" So I stopped.

Ok, so the third one didn't happen, but its a re-occuring dream I have.

I want a happy ending.

I really do.

Docking out...
-Ryan : comes straight out of a movie

Ryan posted this at 11:50 PM.