Queen high

It was poker night in the apartment and the game was getting intense. The pot was big. And then the our money pot for betting was pretty big too. Then there was a bit of a disagreement between Jared and Jordan. And soon, all hell broke loose. Jared retaliated with a water bottle. And Jordan eventually gave up... MMMMMMMMjust, kiddiiing Jared tried keeping the man down with his own bare hands. Then he tried the same with Jordan. The battle waged on. Eventually, they realized that they were both winners and decided to split the pot. Then Jared got his revenge on an unsuspecting Jordan. "What dude?" He took it pretty hard. "THERE'S BLOOD IN MY STOOL!!" Then he bolted Jordan then proceeded to Terry Tate him. It was a battle of champions. Jordan nailed Jared (no reacharound). Perhaps he nailed him a little too hard. But in the end he decided not to worry about it too much and watch some Beauty and the Beast.

"Speaking of mothers, why don't I give this oatmeal some broown sugar?!"

We tend to find ourselves in the dreams in which we can't find the willpower to pinch ourselves from and what's more don't want to. There's a kind of sadness in that which could only come from years and years of self-rejection peer-rejection psychosis. Me, I'm still sleeping. But to take the metaphor even further let's say that I keep banging on that damn snooze button but for the love of God it just will not let me rest in sleep. So I have two options, end the infernal buzzing by climbing out of bed or just get used to it and not. There have been so many times in the past two years that I thought I knew exactly what I wanted. I have no idea what's going on. I know this is a time in which people such as myself are expected to be young and incredibly stupid but it's not enough to be content with what I think I can do. So I guess this is me getting out of bed. Honestly, it's like, it's 2:47 AM and I have no idea what the hell I'm saying. Other than to say that I still don't understand what makes a woman think she has nothing.

Dear Live Journal, Banquet was definitely a success. I didn't think we were gonna get nearly as many laughs as we did but alas, we did. I'm sure we offended more than a couple of people, but I think that if we didn't we wouldn't be doing our jobs right. I'm happy with the way the night went, all six hours of it. And now we rest.

"Ace, no help"

Ah, poker. It's the sport of kings. Actually horseracing is the sport of kings. But poker's up there. At the least, it's the sport of people who play poker. We were up 'til the wee night hours playing hold'em and doubles. Surprisingly enough, me and Jared were the two leading men at the table. And to be clear, poker is the only sport in which Jared and I will ever be leading in. After a string of several defeats I took it back and won a nice $20. A poker party should be in the cards for the future. So officer elections were yesterday. The 7 that won were the best 7 possible and I'm more than happy with the outcome. The still-reigning officers of this year took it upon themselves to chalk our driveways with congratulations. It was very nice (and surprising) gesture on their part so senior officers, I raise my glass to you. Banquet is nearing and nearing. Get ready for this year's SS.

Once more "Damn, I'm glad the seniors are going away. Next year will be so much better for it" ABSOLUTELY NOT Poor choice of words. My bad and my bad to compare things to things I didn't experience first hand (like any years prior). This isn't a ploy to get votes either. I personally loved this year. It was one of the best ones thus far and I'm sorry if I made it seem less than that. Optimisim can exist without a negative pessimism to balance it. No one deserved to be hurt the way I hurt some people and I really apologize for it. Incredibly bad choice of words. As a whole, it was a blast. There were several parts of it that sucked (What I was trying to say using incredibly poorly chosen words) but I had more fun that I've ever had. We're going to miss the seniors and the seniors know we're going to miss them and to imply that we're somehow not would be completely off-base. I understand that the year is winding down and tensions are high and drives are low and everyone is sensitive and I really didn't take any consequences into consideration when I made that stupidass post. This is me apologizing. I'm sorry.

Damage Control

Alright. So here's a PSA to clarify the past entries. I was not intending to hurt anybody's feelings. It was never my intention to make anyone feel like less than what they are. Am I saying "The seniors this year sucked ass and next year the seniors will be awesome because we're awesome"? No I am not. I'm saying this year was an identity crisis year. Nobody's to blame. I'm not the only one who thought it too. Sheffield himself said that this was a year about figuring out who we are. I'm not saying anyone sucked. Nobody's to blame. I'm saying that 04-05 was about reevaluating our strengths and weaknesses and the extent of what we can do. I'm saying comparatively, it didn't measure up as well as some. By itself, it was one of the greatest years of my life. I'm not criticizing anyone or trying to hurt anyone's feelings. I probably just had maybe a little too much optimism. I apologize to those I hurt.

"I miss you more than Michael Bay missed the mark"

I saw the thing that is pop show today. Hmmm. Interesting theme this year. I won't lie. The best parts were Ali Morgan's solo (excellent charisma. Stage presence in spades my friends), Molly's duet (Very animated and very well sung. Great harmony) and Amanda Thompson's Diamonds are a Girl's Best Friend. Other highlights include............nope, that's about it. And yeah, granting the premise we actually go through with the horror of doing a musical next year let's all take a wild, flailing shot in the dark as to who would make the lead. I sat in Mr. Nipe's 5th period today for about 7 minutes. I've gotta say, I love Mr. Nipe. He's a crazy old bastard with a heart of gold. It makes me almost pity the man when people don't treat him with any respect. And just sitting through a dress rehearsal of thte 2005 pop show made me think that next year might be a little bit better than this year. And remember this Friday, a vote for Greg is a vote for liberty.

"IT WAS ELVIS YOU SONOFABITCH!!"

These are going to be some of our best memories when our responsibilities are at the lowest and our freedom is at the highest. There's nothing quite like high school. There's nothing after this that will be the on the same playing field. Certain things are going to start to look more and less important. And shit, I'm not even graduating yet. Having not even spent a quarter of my life, I feel like more than half of it has been wasted on the less important things. Never let anyone convince you that it's okay to do less than what you can. Intelligence will never, ever be a vice. This year is coming to a close. A close more final for some. I have a number of goals for next year, most of which I probably will never reach and the others I'll probably end up regretting making. But it's all good. We've got a while.

"You know how to use one of Theeeese?!"

You know, a good vomit every now and again can be a bit satisfying. It eliminates nausea and it feels like you're accomplishing something. And if you do it consistenly enough you can lose weight in an incredibly unhealthy way. So vomit, I raise my glass to you. Um, I have to say that those Bud Light "Real Men of Genius" radio spots are the funniest radio commercials ever produced. The singer and narrator are pitch perfect: http://budlight.whipnet.com/budlight.htm