September 28, 2003: to the window, to the wall

ha ha alright so mizzaggie is not a real balla. just a pretender, thast alright though. it made me ultimato happy when megan correctly recognized above said song, rock so i have someone i can harlem shake battle with!

alright the dance was alright. im still just getting over the parachuters that were at the game last night. umm some of the songs at teh dance were cool. i guess. alright nevermnind. they did a lot of remixees of old songs by like pink floyd, and some others i cant remember. that was crappy. i liked the rap but there are always critics of that. i am still waiting for the dj to play what is love by haddaway.

i wore a shirt i like but i shouldve worn it more prominently. i dont know how to act around people at dances, like i dance thats cool but when just passing people from school who do I say hi to. oh so fuconsing.
two new things ive been saying for better or more likely worse:
"whats up now beaatch!" -credit is from erik-- this statement is not in fact dissing females, but rather empowering. the eeatch makes it so.
"your fault, you signed up for it" this is particularly annoying and of my own accord.
and for those who care I have weened myself off of saying god awful "fair enough" and instead I just say "alright" thank god.
speaking of weening, erik realized the fact that say a midwife is weening a baby off of breastmilk. well then the baby is a weenee (weenie!) and the midwife would be the weener (wiener!). this is the derivation of these two words. you heard it from the source. actually no, but erik is gone so i will pretend like the pirate on dodge and cass streets.
alright bed time tontos.