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Country: Antarctica
Birthday: 12/8/1987
Gender: Male
Interests: G u i t a r i s t W a n n a b e
Expertise: Blowing the clutch jumper when your team is down by one and there's .9 seconds left on the clock.
Member Since:
2/21/2003
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| On one of my alone times (the setting being the washroom; purpose - undisclosed) the question came to mind: what will I miss the most?
It could it be the thrill of late night studying - knowing your buds will be there in spirit supporting, studying, or just plain sleeping on you.
It could it be the many indepth msn chats that teenagers have about life, death, and martha stewart.
It could be the laughs, cheers, smiles, and giggles that we give to keep each other going.
It could be the vast knowledge being shared among classmates - along with the jokes, mimics, and variations of our beloved teachers.
It could be the many times where basketballs hit the infamous vancouver rain and made that lucious splating sound.
It could be those colourful lockers which very well represent our school body - many different people with different colours and personalities.
It could be the IB program in which taught many of us (me included) how marks "weren't important"
But when I look closer - the answer seems obvious.
What I will miss most....is the poutine combo.
*flush*
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| My Mom Likes This Poem - By Liam Ford
I spend too much thinking about girls.
I'm young, I should have more important things to think about.
I just won't worry about girls until i'm say, 80. then it''ll be easy.
I wont have to worry about what my friends or parents think of her,
or about the kind of car I drive or whether she graduated from highschool.
when I'm 80, I'll roll up to the old folks home in the Handi Dart.
I wont worry about how tight her ass is or how big her tits are..
instead, I'll see whehter she can smile and look at me with sparkling eyes,
and laugh like she did when she was a schoolgirl,
whether she can carry a conversation, whether I can hold hards with her
and feel those butterflies, the same ones that were such a bother when
I was younger.
Maybe she wont hear so well, or be able to see without her glasses,
or get around without her walker,
but that'll be fine with me
because she'd never be able to get away
and I would never have to let her go
tnx borah for typing this up. | | |
| allrightt , lets rock and roll.
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| some of my favourite feelings/moments/_____(for lack of a better word)
in no peticular order
- taking a piss.
- when the ball falls straight through the hoop with a resounding swish.
- blocking your opposing player's shot all the way to amsterdam.
- a hug (that's pretty unmanly, but if you don't like hugs, you're not human)
- when you know its hopeless, yet its calm.
- breaking open a brand new pair of shoes and smelling that new shoe smell.
- blowing bubbles from bubble gum.
- the rush of adrenaline.
- being busy as hell, yet knowing everything will be all right.
- laughing.
- making people laugh with stupid jokes.
- doing the right thing.
- going to bed at 4:00am and falling asleep before you hit the bed.
- the sound as you hit a keyboard.
- drinking through a straw.
- blowing bubbles in drinks.
- giving somebody else your jacket and knowing you did the right thing.
- shopping
and now for some of my worst feelings/moments/______
-runninig in a bathroom, sitting down, only to realize theres no toilet paper.
-cleaning the filters of your shower or sink.
- floor burn on a gym floor
- paper cuts
- not being calm
- stepping on dog crap / gum
- getting gum in your hair from blowing bubbles with gum.
- the rush of stress.
- choking while laughing.
- creating complete silence with stupid jokes.
- being bored as hell, with no ending in sight.
- getting stoned for doing the right thing.
- getting caught for going to bed at 4:00am.
- morning after headaches.
- using a mouse.
- drinking through a straw of an empty drink and creating a loud annoying screechy sound.
- drinking what you blew a million bubbles in.
- freezing your ass off cuz you gave somebody your jacket.
- shopping for underwear.
I'm pretty sure there's plenty more and I'll add to the list, what's yours?
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| grad ticket - $85.
neon glowstick bracelets - $1.
being forever known as the loser to wear nikes to prom - priceless.
congratulations class of 2005....you get to known as the class that graduated the same year as the honorable sam chan.
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