Finals and stuff.

And India.

And stuff.

And EAC.

And tenth grade.

And advanced courses.

And thinking. Always thinking.

And so life goes on.

Help me please.

I'm actually going to write about my day now. Cool.

So there was a meet at Friends Academy. Awesome lookin' school. Wonder where those Quakers got their money from...

Anyway, I ran the 400 metres. 62.4. SCORE! Oh yeah baby. Awesomely happy. Hoping to beat 60 by the end of the season. Brendan's a beast. He got 57.6. And he doesn't even do the 400. Pffty. And James beat me by .4. But it's all good. All too good.

French quiz sucky sucks. Urgh. Hate French quizzes. Not even tests, just the quizzes.

All hail Pope Benedictine XVI. Wow, that was awesomely quick. Only 5 ballots.

424 bikes for Afri-Bike! YAY Afri-Bike. You don't know what I'm talking about.

A lot of EAC stuff to do. Namely solicitations. You still don't know what I'm talking about.

Whatever, I still don't love you. Shouldn't've got your hopes up too high.

So screw you. And your other stuff. And everyone you love. And everything that's pointless. Including me. Pffty.

Stupid stupid stupid stupid stupid English assignment. Stupid stupid stupid stupid stupid English. Hate hate hate hate hate English. I love being repetitive. YAY!

This is boring. Too boring. I'm uh, out. Actually, to make it corny:

I'm in.

Get it?

Get it?

You're stupid too.

200 hundred days since I made this xanga. A year and some weeks since I've been on xanga.

This is so pointless. =]

But I'm cool with that. REALLY COOL!

Why am I up at 12 typing a xanga entry? I should be reading good fanfics.

Got awesome songs onto my poddy [iPod]. Song count: 337 [yes, I know, not that many, but I'm picky].

I still don't love you.

Hit the sack.

Hitting.

Hitting.

Missed.

Fuck.

TANGERINE ALTOIDS!

Rise Against is an awesome band. So is Buddha Bar. Go listen.

bye.

f0 sHo yO

Wait. Was that too gangster for my Long Island preppiness?

Sorry.

I'm not really.

Again, this is pointless.

Meeting adjourned.

Hi beloved readers.

I still don't love you.

But that's ok.

Macrina was awesomely nice on the Math Paper. It was a shitty three pages and I got a 92. My friend wrote like ten pages and she gave her an 89. Wow.

I love that illegal downloading source.

I have a lot of work to do.

I'm pissed at someone.

I have an idea for a story.

I'm smart.

I notice that the past six lines have started with "I".

After all, it's all about me. None of you get it. But that's ok.

Mom's coming back from India on Friday. And sister's coming home tomorrow.

Jolly good family reunion.

Joy.

Guess what?

Nothing.

Have a power outage =/

Somewhere.

Went to this store. It's cool.

The guy at Radioshack was drunk. Or high. Any difference?

I have things to do. But I'm not doing them. I will, I will!

Watching a really old Telugu movie. It's classic.

And I'm off.

Watching the movie. Then I promise I'll do the things I'm supposed to do. Promise! Trust me.

Alright then.