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Sunday, May 11, 2003
today was useless. i got up and got my daily lecture (verbal bitchslap) from the padre before i even got my contacts in. i think thats a new record of sorts. i just sat there calmly eating my Wheaties and staring off into the fuzzy oblivion. i then gathered myself together and went to the jv invitational swim meet at the old hell hole of a school i used to attend. i found out 10 minutes after i got there that i wasnt allowed to swim in the meet. apparently i was no longer on jv as of two weeks ago. thats something that could have been brought to my attention at least yesterday. no biggie, i stuck around as moral support. i figured a six-person team would need it. the pivotal moment of weirdness is when i accompanied james to jeff thompson's house (weird #1) so he could manually shave his legs (weird #2). while there i saw joanna copley and brian nguyen (weird #3) having some band rehearsal with jeff and his brother (weird #4). in the middle of this, jeff and his brother got a fight, which included an awkward moment of silence when they were done arguing (weird #5). james finally came out of the bathroom claiming he found an electric razor and it made the job easier. we left the scene, with james clean-shaven and me silently following (weird #6). finally back at the meet, i watch everyone swim. not too much excitement there. i didnt see any buttcracks, so i guess thats a plus. i did make it into AP US history. im okay with that. i didnt make it into AP psychology. that kinda sucks. ill fight for it, though. i have the AP test on monday. i havent studied yet. ill probably fail. i dont really care too much anymore. im now the co-captain for the 2003 letter squad. woot. apparently my routine went over better than expected. every time i forgot a move, i'd fill the blank in with the same spin. monotonous, if you ask me, but andrea said the routine reflected my personality. i dont think we were on the same train of thought. i have decided that it would probably suck to be named peter tittiger. c'mon...tit tiger. that's like tony from frosted flakes with breasts. i had to change pants today, so i walked into the crowded bathrooms and just started stripping. youd think these women had never seen underwear before. apparently there is a difference between women's bathrooms and a women's locker room. i apologize to those that i offended with my periwinkle undergarments. i just got home from TPing rick score's house with audrey, james, jessie, lorraine and liz. mini score caught us in the act. everyone else sprinted and drove off. i got left behind. mini score was screaming at me and beating me over the head with a bag of pretzels. i also saw jessie's ass and walked around for 10 minutes in food-4-less without knowing my fly was down. all i have to show for it are the ugly pink cons i snatched from the porch. bwahaha. so far, this weekend has been more than mildly amusing. why cant they all be this crazy. on that note...Q: What do a Mexican and a cue ball have in common? A: The harder you hit them, the better their English!
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