Lately my Fridays have been boring, but this friday was different. Me and Shane decided we needed to spice things up a little. We passed up on the classic downtown San Rafael scene, and went out of county. In fact, we went out of state. We went all the way to the Big Apple itself! That's right, New York City was our destination. You may think to yourself, "Isn't NYC too far to visit in one night?" Well, in respose to that, we did leave right after school, and we rented a private stealth jet to fly us there at Mach VII.
We dressed in some of our less expensive clothes, so as not to ruin anything nice. I went adorned in a green, silk, single breasted suit with emerald cufflinks and a matching silk tie, topped off with my bullet-proof green trenchcoat. Shane was decked out in a dove white suit with a silver tie and a matching white trenchcoat. We would've made quite a stir on a public airline, but public airlines are for peasants. Our jet pilot was named Mortimer, but we ended up killing him because me and Shane can both pilot a jet.... and he spilled some coffee somewhere near me.
When we arrived, things started to get a little strange. As we stepped down from teh plane, we were met with several men in all black suits with official looking shades and earpeaces. They approched us with very grave expressions, and my hand floated to my sidearm (my laser pistol, obviously).The foremost man was huge, at least seven feet tall, with silver hair. A thundering echo issued from his mouth, "You two must come with us." That was all he said, and both Shane and I stood silently regarding the men. We looked at each other and our looks suggested that we both understood that there was no use resisting this colussus. So we allowed ourselves to be disarmed and blindfolded.
But it's too late now, I'll continue blogging about what happened later. G'night all.
Levi ~ spot828@hotmail.com ~ 3/13/2003 06:45:11 PM

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The polls are in! I am definetely having my b-day party on saturday. I don't know about the time yet though.... sorry.... But, yeah. Don't bother bringing a present unless you really want to like Rick.
Speaking of Rick, he got a spray of soda all over this asian girl after school today and she flipped out at him. Wow, that was scary like w|-|ut. Gaysizzle fo' shizzle. Oh yeah, and dancing to Do Me in random public places is fun!
Levi ~ spot828@hotmail.com ~ 3/12/2003 10:50:55 PM

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Rhetoric

Ever have one of those moods where you have been thinking, and you know you have something utterly profound to say, but you don't know what it is or how to say it? That was a rhetorical question. Can you guess what mood I am in? That was also a rhetorical question. I just came home from youth group and that had me thinking about stuff. On the way home from Youth Tiffany had us listening to Relient K or something, and this song about those dances where girls ask out guys, and that got me thining about how much I wish that I went to a stereotypical ideal high school, like the one in that song. Then there was this song with violins, and that always gets me in a thinking mood.

So here I am, trying to think of what profound thing this mind has worked to produce, while I am supposed to be doing chemisty homework. I think I lost it... um.... well, one thing I know for sure. Some people are jerks, but people are really cool sometimes too. I am surprised daily by the amount of cool people that the world has to offer. I guess it is just a matter of, no matter how insensitive it sounds, avoiding certain people. As long as you don't rub noses with people who's personalities make cactuses look huggable, you should be able to get along with a good many of the people you are around. At least that's how it is for me.

Another thing. It's so damn exciting to meet new people, it's almost like a drug. I was almost kind of addicted earlier this year, going to the oasis and stuff, trying to meet as many people as possible and all. While I have managed to wean away (and halfinate my social life) out of a need for private time, it hasn't lost any of its old charm. It's like this: I like new friends, but I don't want to have them at the expense of old friends. I know there are lots of cool people out there, but I couldn't possibly have time to chill wit' all dem peeps. Especially when I have to devote so much time to 1337 h4xor your (o/\/\put4|2 1ik3 a s1'/ |=0}{! Thats why the internet is cool, you can talk to so many at once.
I wish every cool person went to one school (Drake), and the bad person went to another school (TL).Then problems would solve and things would unsuck themselves to a state of normalcy.

As it is, the school we (those of TL faith) attend a school so lacking in any enthousiasm for anything that things are just a snail pace through every mundane thing. I could have more fun at a Mary Kay Convention (did I spell her name right?). If Bush put less money into bombs and more into his own school systems, maybe things would brighten up. If kids spent less time drinking, smoking, or whatever else they are daring enough to try, we could have some bright intuitive minds in our student body. Fun things might happen. There are some striaght-shooting genuine cool and interesting people, but they dont outwiegh the drug abuse demographic, which has more wieght per capita. I want my girl-ask-boy-dance high school. Or a refund of four years of my life.

Levi ~ spot828@hotmail.com ~ 3/12/2003 10:01:11 PM

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