whew...what a day, good bye seniors~ you will be missed.

I was cleaning out my locker today after school and at first it hought it was kinda funny how sloppy me and my partner were but after it was all cleaned out and empty, i felt kinda nostalgic- i wanted to stuff everything back in there. In less than a week, all of us- the class of '04- we start the final phase of a long journey that we've been going down together and i'm gonna miss everyone, especially the ones that are almost gone already. Some people we've talked to, some people we haven't, some people we would like to know and some we wish we hadn't... no matter which of the circumstances, these people that we've been on this journey w/ willl all be gone, and the feeling kinda twists one's heart. We're growing up..like branches on a tree we reach further and further out, and further away from which we once existed -it's inevitable.

when i stared into my empty locker today with some scraps of trash left on the bottom and a sticker of Blossom plastered on the locker door... it felt like a black hole that was sucking my back in. Why??? what does this empty locker really mean to me? and i cant find the words to explain this feeling that wrenches at my heart. The locker is almost a void in time... where once something existed is now just emptiness no matter what you do, it'll never be full again. Its so confusing!!! What makes life beautiful is how it flows w/o pause, like a stream. It just keeps on flowing and never stops, even if you throw a rock in it its intangible form allows it to go around it..it just never stops flowing..that's life, it just never stops. That's why its exciting! your constantly going 100 bajillian mph and theres nothing that can get in your way! but...sometimes..you want to stop and take a breather..take in the scenery...hold on to something.. we have alot of souveniers...but its just not the same...its gone..simply gone and we can never go back....it sucks! all we can do...is look forward

~ good bye class of '03 and good bye Junior year..and soon, good bye being a child... hello unknown?

heres an OLD essay that i wrote:

The sun is still rising. My eyes are heavy, and my mind is still weary. I lay flat across my desk, but my companions quickly alert me to the threat that dwells just a couple of feat away from me. The threat that intentionally placed me a few feat away from her throne and spews foreign words at me, foreign words of which I barely know.. Why am I placed there? I believe that I'm placed there to be made an example of during this whole hour that I’m under its control. Every morning, every day, almost every week, I am aware of and alert to the soul consuming glare of the “Madame,” so she calls herself. I don't know what Madame means, but I’m sure it signifies some kind of superior or ruling position. So here I am, under her constant vigil. In a little room, brightly lit of course, but only to hide the dark evil that lives and germinates within this “Box of terror” dubbed E-10. The blood red carpet that rests below my feet, horrifies me, and awakens fears and images of the children slain here before me. Then I think these must be the last remembrances of the poor children who’ve lost their lives to the savage.  It almost brings a tear to my eye, but I tuff it out, and look at the clock. I do this routine everyday, and once in a while, someone taps my shoulder, to make conversation. They do this to reassure me that everything will be OK, and the suffering is almost over. However, sometimes, the Savage- “Madame,” catches us and we’re scolded in some language not known to us. I believe the foreign term goes “en francaise Monsieur!” With every syllable the room shutters and we slowly curl back into the very ends of our seat, trembling in fear. This is the class of the “Madame.”

~ HA! can u beleive that i actually got an A on this? surprised i got any credit at all

WOOT WOOT! found out i won the treasurer position today for c/o '04 ~ and it is my solemn promise to you all that i'll do everythingwithin my powerto make your senior year your funnest year in high school.

~~We still love you Janice~~

....HA! on a side note, Mr. Papadacus got his ass whooped by Judy today (15-0) and (15-2) hilarious

yo ppls, im still opposed to xanga but my aim profile cant fit dis stuff...soo.. ok, this weekend was fucking awesome, Ryan has the coolest Halodest thing ever, ahaha, got my ass kicked but it was still cool capping some ppls and melee with the shotgun -ps: awesome 2 hr. some odd game of capture the flag..that was on sat and on sun me and my friends went to play basketball for like 4 fucking hours, most tiring shit in the world but you have played basketball until you've played for 4 hours, the score was like 200+ ahaha, we lost count but we knew who was winning (us), funnest thing ever even though we were practically leaking out sweat by the gallon, funnest game ever PS: we ran out of water, HA! all-in-all this was the funnest WEEKEND ever, o yea and we saw matrix reloaded, the movie was sic, but it was how we outsmarted the blasted security that made it all the sweeter to watch, that was on fri. nt really a part of the weekend...so yea, funnest weekend ever, guess i should thank u guys? bagh, w/e
so here's the standings for things that stick out in my memory:

Best 24 hours: May 3, junior prom

Funnest weekend: look above

Funniest thing i've ever heard: allergy hill

Best moment:catching a football in the air and doing a roll/felt like a flip - b4/during landing

most victorious: Beating peter in air hockey (how many times will have to remain a secret)

Most painful: wrestling Loc

erm: anything else?