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| 02:04pm 23/08/2003 |
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Well on a lighter note (finally) I went to see 311 last night. The show was amazing. Before they went on Dj Pete from Boston(yeah, his title needs work) started mixing a bunch of new and old school hip-hop with a little rock and roll throw in. He spun everything from J5 and Outkast, to Kurtis Blow and House of Pain. He threw down so hard, I started breaking on the lawn. I was a little thrown off by all the people behind me going nuts to my crazy legs, but hey no body else appreciates a skilled Dj more than myself. 311 came on immediately after Dj Pete went off. They started off with Freak Out, and damn what a place to start. They played a bunch of classic songs, even though to me that's like every song they've put out(excluding some tracks on Transistor, but even those have a place in my heart). The crowd went nuts along with me when they played Beautiful Disaster. When they played Waste of Time, I laid back on the grass and smoked some. They ended the set with one of my first favorites by them...we like to call it Down. Even though they picked out a bunch of their best songs for the show, by far the highlight of show was when Chad Sexton went straight into a drum solo, then 2mins into the solo the roadies too everyone else's equipment and replaced them with drums sets. I mean everyone, every other member of the band had a drum set and started drumming with Chad in unison to finish up the solo. It was amazing to see all of them from Nick to Count Sa going off on the drums. When the solo neared completion, the roadie's removed all the drum sets and replaced the original instruments and the band went right back into a song. It was an amazing night to say the least...even down to the drunk guy directing traffic so we could get out of the parking lot(thanks random alcoholic! ;p). |
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| 11:30pm 17/08/2003 |
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Finally....after about two months of traveling around the southeast, sleeping in a closet, selling things I'd rather not, spinning after-party after after-party, and making a certain Atlanta Club my second home, and spending more time than I would've wanted in jail.....
I'm back Mutha-Fuckers!!!
.....*sigh* damn it's nice to be back... |
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| 12:30pm 08/08/2003 |
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I've been too busy to even think talk about me not even living at my house, or the fact that I've dropped contact with all of my family, or the part about me living with a bunch of party kids, or the slew of Dj's that I now chill with on a regular basis.....nothing at all has giving me the pause required to sit down and type, but having to hang out in Norcross again with Eddie, brought back a whole bunch of bad feelings, and to top it off I had a nice 6 hour dream involving Nicole that made me want to dig a hole in the ground, crawl in and bury myself for days...
I need to go spin...
oh yeah, I'll be spinning at the Globe next Saturday the 15/16...
whoop-te-doo.....
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| Cop Dis Salecta! Boh! Boh!...Respeck... |
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| 11:30am 03/07/2003 |
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A slamming selection of drum & bass old, new and remixed from one of the masters of the genre.
Which means?
Hold on to your hats and get your dancing shoes on!
Is it much cop?
Aphrodite is one of the greatest D&B DJs around. Since his very first productions with Mickey Finn back in the early 90s he's been established as one of the most in-demand DJs around and his own bass-heavy productions featured across this mix more than match up to this reputation.
How many good tracks?
All of them.
And the worst?
Personally I'm not too hot on the ‘Go’ remix he uses here, but that's just a personal thing - the crowds love this one whenever it's dropped.
Biggest disappointment?
That it's not a double album and that Mickey isn't mixing the other disc!
Verdict:
If you like your D&B dark & dirty (and what other kind is there?), then go out and wrap your ears around this!
(5/5)
-MixMaster
(^--->http://www.uk-fusion.com/compilations/aphrodite.html)
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-Couldn't have put it better myself, any DnB FrEaks that already don't have this, do yourself a favor and go get it....or burn it :) |
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| 09:07pm 26/06/2003 |
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\Another day of sittin around waiting for fate to intervein.
\Nothing at all todo,
\Nothing to think,
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|?a life of repetition?|
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| 12:45am 24/06/2003 |
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After a two year hiatus, I began making tracks again. After a few choice events, I remembered how much I enjoy making my own music.
I started off on a track that could go either way between Breaks or D'n'B. I'm not sure how I want it to break yet, so I've decided to just making a version of each. So far I've spend about 2hours total on the track and it has about 4 of the 9 channels in already set up(impressive no?). I've decided for the Breaks version that I'm gonna use the TS404 for a Funky-Breaks type sound; and for the Jungle version, a couple of Square-Pusher/Apex drum fills only a little more stable than either of their sounds.
I still think about the process of making music and laugh about how I must sound like  Björk to some of my friends; constantly talking about every sound being music. Oh well, Björk is awesome... |
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| 12:56pm 14/06/2003 |
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We actually made it down to the free 99x.com Saliva show yesterday. I didn't think we were gonna make it seeing as we didn't even pick up everyone until like 8:30 and the show started at 7. After turning around on 78 like 4 times, we finally found the park and made it in. After we parked I busted out the Hellbound(Mojito Club, Smirnoff, Banana Rum, and a little Grenadine for the bite) and started sippin; but as luck would have it we got into a conversation about the actual contents of the "fruit punch" I was drinking right as a cop on a motorcycle rolled up and inquired about the beer that just happened to be under the truck next to us. After denying the ownership of the bottle, we started heading towards the venue. Seeing as we'd already had a little interaction with the swine already, I decided to try to finish off the bottle before we made it to the front. I managed to drink 3/4ths of the bottle before we just decided we didn't want to throw it out and that we'd rather just leave it in the car and come back for it later. So we ran to the car and dropped it off, then went back to the front and met the rest of the group. Seeing as I had chugged most of my home-made concoction already, by the time we found everyone else I was a couple of steps past tipsy. So now the group consisted of Myself, Marcus, Alex, Susan, Jewels, Amanda, Mitchell, Boza(yeah, surprised me too), some douche named Tim. So we made our way down to crowd and Susan decided to be the path breaker and find us a decent spot. About half-way down to the pit we lost Susan, leaving me to negotiate Amanda and Jewels(who kept biting me all night) to the front. When we made it to the front-right pit Saliva was already getting the crowd pumped. To my disappointment, the pit was sub-par to my standards. I managed to meet another dude there that was displeased with the pit action. I think he made mention about "nap time", which was just about right. So after a few songs of beating the pussys up, "Click Click Boom" came on and I went nuts. It's sad that the whole pit was started by two dudes that didn't know anymore than the three word chorus to that song. Either way, we had a great time. After the show was over we went back to the center field and located everyone. After collecting the fellow drunks, we headed out to the parking lot, where another person from the past made a cameo. This time it was Blinky, a fellow phoenix legend like myself. Strange, but I thought he turned into an emo pussy. Thankfully I was wrong, and he's still the same lazy-eye bastard as every \m/\m/. After talking for a bit a couple of cops rolled by and I may have uttered a few "man Fuck you pig!" s to them, luckily they didn't stop. After stumbling to the parking lot, we lost everyone again and ended up waiting for them next to the cars. I sat there and talked to some dude that lost his keys in the pit for a while, as the cops stopped by every few minutes to tell us to leave. Eventually everyone regrouped, and as everyone said their goodbye's I ended up making out with Susan. Not really a big deal, but as I made no attempt to pull myself off of her, I heard a megaphone yell "Goodnight!" at ear-shattering levels. As I looked up I suddenly realized that we were about 4 inches from making out on top of a cop car(with cop inside). Heh, go me. So I laughed and got in the car and we made it all the way home with no problem....until we decided to go pick up Amanda and Susan and a pig pulled us over. Apparently Marcus forgot to put up on the high-beams on Alex's car, thus getting us pulled over. It's not a big deal, but apparently Alex's insurance on the car ran out the day before and nobody knew. Luckily we pulled into the O'Charley's parking lot, else we would've had to walk back to my house. So we finally just go back to my house and called Mitchell, who was gonna smoke us out, but by the time she got there I was gonna pass out, so I just let them go smoke without me and take everyone home.
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| 01:23pm 13/06/2003 |
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Ok, when I last left off I was suppose to mention something about that 7-day party, well here's a nice little summary...
During the first few days we all drank allot of beer, hit the bong a few times, and galavanted around the casa rambling about who knows what. Towards the middle of the week, hard liquor came into the equation, and the bong hits became more prevalent. as the week began to wind down, the bong began to travel around the house via it's own will power, and a bottle of Jack evaporated, and many people woke up with bite marks on their necks. Nate and I kept the upstairs bumpin for a bit until I had to monitor the party and let him continue bumping the phatness. Patrick(P-Funk a.k.a Patty) randomly showed up with some girl that wasn't feelin his game at all. Tyler was announced the undisputed champion of Def Jam Vendetta, Alex apparently made some sort of code out of the change on the table(?), some cop showed up and didn't even care about the party because my neighbors lied about all the noise we were supposedly making, so we just moved everything inside, and by the time everyone was partied out, every room in the house was messed up[1 2 3 4 5].
But fun was had, and all was good in the land of Adriania.
Things I will type about later
1) How to get fired from your job via your parents
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| 05:29am 12/06/2003 |
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Still up, so I made a new layout... whoopee...(!)
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| 04:09am 12/06/2003 |
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yeah, still alive. Ever since Sugar came down everything's been going nuts. It's like a chain reaction started when she came down.
It sucks cause I only got to see her for a few days, and for most of the time we ended up driving around getter hotels and such situated.
I ended up keeping my word and driving her down to Augusta to see her friend Shannon. Of course on my part I didn't check and see how far that was from my house, and end up driving for 3+ hours down there and 3+ hours back...which in turn killed my car.
...So now I'm car less for a couple of weeks. Wonderful.
Things I forgot about/am too tired to type about
1) The 7-Day Party
2) How to get fired from your job via your parents
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| 10:51pm 24/05/2003 |
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For all j00 f00's that don't know by now, I, Adrian being of sound mind and body, have a job.
Strange I know, but hey, it's happens.
I work up@Jillian's as a waiter. As of now I just get bitch work until I get trained to use the little kisosk they have set up to take orders, but that'll change by like Tuesday. It's not so bad I guess, I've been cut early twice so far, which is nice seeing as I've only worked there like a week now.
This should explain the lack of updates, sorry folks but it happens.
So far I've found 2 people at work that have passed the "Not an Asshole" test and like to get fucked up on. It's nice to not be the only stonner/random drug user there.
Well, Imma go find some beer or some weed or something...
Hey, look at that 7 days left...schweet... \m/\m/ |
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| A Reading from 'My Mom's a Immature Bitch' by Adrian Owens |
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| 10:54am 23/05/2003 |
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Chapter 29: "I can tie my own shoes, I'm 20 damn years old!"
So it's like 7am, and mom knocks on the door to put the dog in my room so she can't put the alarm on and goto work. As she knocks on the door and disturbs my slumber, I get up and hear her voice with excessive amounts of dread. Mostly cause I know she'll always find someway to bitch at me, from the door being locked(WTF btw, it's my damn door, deal with it) to my shoes being downstairs next to the door. So I let the hell spawn in, and dive back in bed, hoping she'll drop off the dog and leave without saying anything. Oh course this was all hoping in vain. As she began the "I'm sorry for Mother's Day" apology(which I had made myself unconcerned to remember since that night), she tried to seem sincere. After the 10 second blurb or words flew threw the air, I felt it necessary to try to help her understand how I felt about the situation in the calmest manner possible...but as soon as I got to "I was up like an hour, and I wasn't even on the internet" she flipped back into "12-year-old mode" and started trying to justify her bitching(and door slamming, and stomping off, and numerous other things). I then shook my head for the unavoidable had happened once again and I was being bitched at once again whilst half-conscious. So I tried to explain the way pleasantries were expressed on "Earth", by explaining that nobody is gonna be grateful to someone if the get treated like shit by them. Apparently that concept was once again too much for her undeveloped brain to deal with, so she stomps down the hallway and starts bitching about me, to none other than herself. Just like always. Normally I'd just let her go off and bitch to herself till she got cotton mouth, but instead, seeing as she woke me up to bitch at me, I just stood in the hallway and refuted all her false statements with the words she hates hearing, the truth. When it reached "I'll grow up when you do" I just started laughing out loud. After trying to clarifying that she actually said that, which she did, I then tried to make her understand the blatantly obvious immature comment that she'd just made. Of course, this is impossible. About that time, I just told her to grow up again, and stated that I had backing. Apparently she didn't believe me, so I just told her that she wouldn't listen anyway so why bother calling anyone. Then this crazy woman tried to call me out on, and say that nobody else agreed with me. After thinking about a few seconds on whether I wanted actually believing that anymore, I picked up the phone and dialed the one, the only, Grandma. Heh, sadly before I even call mom over to listen to the truth, she decided that she wanted to listen in on the convo before I even finished. Too bad I was still right. Even as she busted in the middle of my sentence and interrupted me, I just told Grandma to break it down, hung up the phone, got the dog put in my room, and went back to bed and laid there...waiting for her to lose her mind and tri to kill me in my sleep.
My Grandma called me back, and told me how it went. Not so well from what I gather, but better than most times. She told my mom to grow up, quit dying her hair, stop going to clubs, and to realize that she old already. This made me happy to no end :) That and the added support of her sister also agreeing with me made my dad even brighter.
Ah yes, and they(Bitch Almighty and Olloppa Deerc are going to the Bahamamas for a week on Sunday, not to return till Saturday.
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| 10:59am 21/05/2003 |
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10 days left...
I can't seem to put my finger on what this feeling is, maybe it's the obvious feeling of meeting somebody that you've never seen before. The whole awkward feelin of wondering if the person you've been talking to for the last 10 months is really the person the you're going to meet; wondering if you'll meet their expectations...and hoping that you don't make an ass out of yourself...
...on the other hand...
I know I'm more than qualified at adapting to anyone's personality, so no matter what happens we'll have a good time...
...but back on that first hand...
I don't want to have to adapt to make everything ok. I want to just be able to be "Adrian", not some hyped-up super-ego....
...but then there's that other hand again...
I don't think I've got much to worry about, I mean if I could care this much about someone from 4 states away; what do I have to worry about...?
[Anticipation +4.2billion]
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| 03:53am 18/05/2003 |
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My how busy and complex things have become in the past couple of days...
I finally got my Liquor License from the Georgia Annex building. I managed to blow the last of my money on this stupid piece of plastic, but at least the photo came out well. Unlike my drivers license, I don't look like a cracked out Ethiopian. Then again, this took like 10mins to fill out the form and get the picture, the other took like 6 hours and involved me going to sleep in the car waiting for my number to come up.
Went around looking at Apartments with some of my friends on Friday; and actually found a nice 3 bedroom/2 bath that we can afford. Thankfully it's not far away from everything, especially our jobs. From the looks of things we should be able to get all moved in and everything by the end of next month if all goes well. It's about time, cause I, for one, need to get away from this place. Everything's starting to slide to hell, but then again, it's been like that for a while. Well, least I won't have to worry about mom flippin out on one of her mid-life crisis rampages. [+20 years to life]
I've been hanging out with Susan and Mitchell(Codename: "Tiffanny/Stephanie") for the past few days. *shrugs*
We all got drunk with Daniel, Steve, and this guy with a hat(eh, he's an ass so it doesn't matter) on Friday night. Man, half the night was spent wandering around behind the apartments, and the other half was spent trying to get Daniel out of the bathroom to see if he passed out or not. Heh, I don't think I've gotten drunk with such lightweights in a while. About the time Daniel locked himself in, Steve tried to pass out on the floor, and Susan felt like she was gonna puke and needed my aid in walking outside to find the proper location. A little bit later McGuyver a bed together out of sleeping bags, blankets, and a couple of pillows, and crash next to Susan and Alex in the backroom. About this time the guy in the hat(here comes the asshole part) decides to smoke the last of Daniel's (also, the owner of the apt.) weed while Daniel is passed out on the couch, then comes in a crashes in the corner next to Alex. Now everyone was out and I was content with half the covers, but apparently Mitchell and Steve were still wide awake, and had the front room all to themselves (minus the passed out Daniel.) and decided to what horny drunks do: Have Sex in Easily Visible Places. I'm glad I passed out when I did, cause apparently I would've stumbled in on *shudder* them getting down in front of a drunken Daniel( that apparently puked on himself and the surrounding area). Needless to say, Daniel was pretty pissed that they got it on while he was like 5 ft from him, but evenmore so that somebody has smoked his weed. For some reason, even though we all remember the guy doing it, Daniel somehow tried to blame the weed being smoked on Susan(who doesn’t even smoke). I think somebody doesn't know how to control their alcohol for one, and this same someone also needs to get some better friends that won't smoke his weed when he's not looking...I'd say like us, but hey, we "can't be trusted" . Especially cause we get drunk, make sure each other are ok, and pass out in a neat little area. Bastardo....
Either way, I had some fun, if even if the best part was after I woke back up at like 6am.
I finally start work on Monday; I just hope I have enough time to go get my hair re-done before work. If I manage this, then I'll be the undeniable king of putting together plans at the last minute and saving the proverbial day....
...but as for now, it's been a slurred couple of days, and I got a bong waiting for me in the morrow, so I think it's time I get some actual sleep... |
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[Ya Mama's A Bitch!...yeah, so's mine...]
Well, if I hadn't mentioned it, I got disowned. I'm still disowned as of now I think. Don't really care though, which doesn't even surprise me. Oh and on Mother's Day, mom came in and yelled at me for being online, because other people couldn't call her and tell her happy Mother's Day because I apparently wasn't going to.
!, WTF?!? How the fuck am I suppose to tell you when you kick down the door and say "you didn't tell me Happy Mother's Day" ? I even decided to say something to her just to be nice and pretend that everything was cool, but she comes up to me after I'd been up like an hour, and was still trying to finish my work from the night before, and yells at me. (?!?)
I took the liberty of barricading my door and perching behind my blinds with a sniper rifle waiting for the first truce breaking shots to be fired.
I haven’t seen her since.
No really, I haven’t seen her since Mother's Day. I'd say I found it odd that she'd be avoiding me, but then again, it's my mom. The woman that doesn't want to age, and thus tries to exact complete control over anyone that she can see. If she fails, however, she throws a tantrum.
...but yeah that was that, and I continue not missing her absence. I was reading over that, and that could be taken as "coldhearted" or some similar adjective(? I think my grammar's slipping... I need school...), but I assure you I really do live with an immature bitch of a mother.
[ Dre goes to school. He takes his brain, his wit, a new job, a place of his own, and what else...? ]
[A) Grrl
[B) Gurl
[C) G|_| |2 7
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I went up to college on Monday and took my COMPASS Test. Passed them all[*]. I'm relieved that I did so well seeing as I haven’t been to school in about a year or so. It's nice to know that somehow I've managed to retain my intelligence. It's gonna be odd going back to school, and actually being one of the youngest people there. I'm used to being the "whoa dude, you're like 3 years older than me" guy, which blew. Wow, I never thought I'd live to see this...
[A) Apparently Amber talked to Nicole today via AIM. Way to alter my nicely chilled boring day. I was fine with a nicely chilled boring day, it wasn't much, but it was nice. Apparently Nicole is shocked to find that I haven’t talked to her in like 2 months, and something about me saying that I wanted to get back with her.
I wonder how long it's gonna take her to realize how fucked up her head was from that coke. How long it's gonna take her to realize that she forced those razors through my flesh before she tried to bandage them. These scars are barely visible, but I see them every time I hear her name. I guess it's nice to pretend that she still has a heart under there...then again, I'm giving too much credit once again.
[B) I've been talking to Susan allot, she's cool, she's cute, but I'm not sure if she's always on the same level as I am. Then again, I'd say I've only talked to her for about a week or so, if that. I know she likes me and all, but strangely it still takes more than "OMG SHE'S SO HOT" to get me to sleep with someone. Eh, then again I'm pretty sure that'll go away with alcohol. Apparently she's having a party soon, and wants me to be there and such. It seems like a perfect setup and everything, even a couple of bonuses if I were to hook up with her; but I can't seem to even act one it due to some crazy "Honor-inspired" complex that I developed a long time ago that disables me from cheating on someone. I can spit game till I get cotton-mouth with no female-attachment, but when I get hooked on a girl, I can only "drool" game cause my heart's not it in. I recall having 3 different opportunity's to cheat on Nikki without anyone ever knowing, and every chance I turned down. Yeah, I know, I should probably slap myself, but- whatever.
[C) I don't think I've found myself being bored and deciding to call a girl in a long, long, long time. I surprised myself when I came in from the dentist today(great teeth, no cavities, damn right) and found myself instantly bored. So I got online and hoped to whatever was listening for something to happen...and by something, I meant for Sugar to get online. About 2mins later, I was happy to find that she got on, perfect timing as usual, so I told her to get her phone, and proceeded to talk to her for a couple hours as usual.
Once again, I was overly-pleased with the convo.
The strange part is that I know she'll be down here soon, but I still don't think I can actually fathom someone that amazing ever existing on this plane of existence; and especially not being so beautiful. It's one of those things that doesn't happen. Ever. Someone that can keep up with my random quips and over-analytical wit, while still having their own views on the world and understanding that not everything is as simple as they put it on Tv. Now that I think about it, I've known her since before Nicole, about 10 months(whoa). If I recall correctly, she started seeing someone about the time I started seeing Nicole, but we still joked around whenever we were both online. It's funny, but the only reason I got on facethejury.com was to make fun of Tyler for being such a G33|<; and the only reason I even talked to her was because she was like the only girl I saw that didn't have a bunch of pictures of her ass or her in some random slutty pose.
I feel like I'm peaking on a roll, stealing glances through the cracks between the fingers as I wait for someone to turn on the light, and burn my curious pupils with a misconstrued false vision. All and all considered, I don't think I can say I'm as pensive with this anymore...whatever happens can only be good from this meeting...
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Correct Answer: [C)
*[
Math Minimum to start College Level Class: 37 or Higher
My Score: 41/50
Reading Minimum to start College Level Class: 74 or Higher
My Score: 90/100
English Minimum to start College Level Class: 60 or Higher
My Score: 73/80]
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| 02:56pm 11/05/2003 |
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Great, now it's mother's day and I didn't get her anything...
*waits for guilt to kick in*
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*continues waiting*
*goes to eat ice cream*
*contemplates calling Sugar*
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| 08:30pm 08/05/2003 |
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...as per my discussion with Sugar, yes, my dog has a sissy name, but no, I didn't have anything todo with naming him....her...whatever...
...I continued my crazy workout schedule today, it's a good feeling to be covered in sweat, barely able to walk, and then doing even more...wups think my testosterone is showing...
...Brian came over, and I tried to show him how to scratch, which was a bad idea....seeing as he can't even work the start and stop button to well, buy hey, least he tried and didn't break anything....
...Tyler's bitch ass ate both of my beans...now I have to find another way to make money for the Tiesto party...sometimes I wish he'd just shut up and say "sorry" for once instead of pulling out the incorrect memories that he has as proof to him being right...
...I signed up for the Compass test at Perimeter finally, it suck though because I have to go straight to training at Jillians right after that...eh, could be worse...
...it's getting to be about that time again for me to unleash my afro and see how much it's grown, but now that I have a source of income I think I'll leave it up in dreds for the summer, cause that damn afro is hot as a mofo...
...still breaking, six-step re-mastered, starting flares in the morning...
...I'm like this close to turning back into "Take Over The World Dre" instead of "Miss His Old Girlfriend Dre", it's a slow, but steady process. Luckily my super-human multi-tasking skills have already mapped out a plan...and oh yes, the world shall be mine, oh yes, it shall....
...also rediscovered my love of breaks, and Dj Baby Anne...
...and then there's Nicole...
...but then there's Sugar....
...then there's Dre uncertain as ever...
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mood: Not in the mood to listen to your feeble attemps at a conversation
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If I get one more non-generative, uninteresting, favor wanting, narcolepsy causing IM from another peon I'm gonna go to their house, beat them with a shoe until they soil themselves, then back over their computer with my car so they'll never send another pathetic IM ever again. |
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| 01:04am 07/05/2003 |
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mood:  energetic
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Since I broke up with Nikki I've been going through a semi-identity crisis. The more I thought about it, the more I realized that I haven’t been able to look at myself in the mirror and be pleased for a long time. Now that I have her to make me happy, I've been slowly turning back into myself... the self that I had before I got kicked out of my house a year ago.
Things that I've come to realize, enjoy, and begin doing again:
Break Dancing - Last Thursday I randomly busted out a Six-Step, and instantly remembered how much I enjoy destroying peoples ego's on the dance floor
Working Out - I actually enjoy working out, and having a six pack that I can stop a baseball bat with
DJ'ing - Most people don't understand that if the Dj ain't happy, nobody's happy; and just as the situation implies I don't spin too well when I feel like ass
Free Styles - Last Friday I was sober as funk and I got down to some Gang Starr for like 3mins. Impressed? You should be ;)
Being a Nerd - Yep, I enjoy being smart. Being able to write code in my sleep, lock people out of their own web sites, and being able to fix anything with batteries.
It's a simple list, but a list that is very important to my happiness. |
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