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Birthday: 4/12/1988
Gender: Male
Interests: reading, photography, psychology, running, roadbiking, rock climbing, kayaking, lifting weights, triathlons, duathlons, riflery, archery, skiing (of course)... and lots of other stuff that I can't think of right now.
Expertise: I am not really an expert (unless you count my riflery and pistolry ranks?)
Occupation: Student
Industry: Other
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AIM:  minipog
MSN: minipog@msn.com
Member Since:
11/12/2002
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| I feel like I should tell all of you readers (if there are any) about my trip to Bard College this Saturday. But I am tired and I have a lot of work to do so you will just have to look here tomorrow.
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| I certainly do not mean to be overly depressive here, but I
think that the week of April 12th should be forever erased because bad things
always seem to happen on my birthday:
1) 5th birthday = my brother and my best friend ambush me, punch me in the face
and thus give me a bloody nose.
2) 7th birthday = my best friend and I are attacked by a swarm of bees while
playing on my swing set; I wind up swallowing a few and have stings all the way
down into my stomach.
3) 4th grade = birthday in the hospital due to asthma attack
2) 5th grade = birthday sleepover cancelled due to a parental dispute.
3) 9th grade = I break my leg from running to much and I spend my birthday on
crutches and codeine.
4) 10th grade = birthday in the hospital once again/grandfather diagnosed with
liver cancer
5) 11th grade = the pope dies
6) 12th grade = one of my friends takes my mom to a greenhouse and makes sexual
gestures towards my mom as they leave. My wallet with all of my birthday
money/IDs/vehicle registration/cards stolen. My mother flips out and calls me
an "arrogant, irresponsible asshole." Oh yeah, and I don�t have a
date to my prom and I have a wicked cold
But on the brighter side of life, my amazing friend named Sam flew all the way
from England just to surprise me on my birthday! that is awesome! | | |
| Strange.... It doesnt really feel any different to be 18, but apparently I am now all of a sudden mature enough to drop out of school, buy lotter tickets, look at pornography and buy tobacco productrs until april 15th? Last night was amazing. Thank you to everyone involved 
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| I had a small crush on this very special girl that I know from WHRHS. She really made me smile and laugh and think of happy things; her body language and conversational interest told me that she felt something for me as well and two of her friends actually approached me to say that she had a "thing" for me and that we would be "cute" (awww) together. Everything was wonderful for a while, but I was far too shy to do anything. One day I get a text message from her informing me that she doesnt want to give me her SN because she never goes online and that I shouldnt text her any more because she is over her limit... even though the next month of cell services started the next day. Anyhow, she is now going to the prom with a seemingly very nice kid (who has a girlfriend, i think?) who asked her out online the very night she told me she doesnt talk to anyone online. It would be wrong for me to get angry about any of this because she never led me on, but still I am kind of upset... not at her, just at the fact that I have no idea as to what is going on there (and that I was probably lied to...) I sent her an e-mail today explaining everything and she wrote back so everything is cool. She claims to be an asshole, but I dont think that is the case... Anyhow, everything should go back to normal between us which makes me happy! Welps, I am not one to harp on the negative in terms of relationship prospects, so it is just time to move on! ^_^ There are plenty of nice people out there!
I just hope that my e-mail didnt make her feel uncomfortable... but I suppose that there was no way to avoid that.
Blah, now I have to go through that dreadfully stressful and tedious process of asking a girl to the prom now. Damn me and my semi-shyness! blah.
Oh yeah, tonight is going to be kick-ass!
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| I am certain that there is not a
single person who still religiously reads my splendidly boring Xanga site as I
have not visited this sad excuse for a journal in 1002 days myself (and I am
damn proud of it )
As of Friday the 7th I have been on
my spring break... which has, thus far, been incredible! I spent the weekend
hanging out with some lovely girls at NYU. Besides from having to put up with
all the raging estrogen (angry NYU-brand lesbians) everything that
we did was almost painfully fun. Surprisingly enough, I am a good-luck charm
when it comes to getting past bouncers who card all suspect underagers who dare
attempt to enjoy the NYC late-night party scene. I was able to slip in by using
a fake ID of a blond male from Wittukiticut NY (?...or something like that) who is now 24! Ha I really stuck
it to the man this weekend. Lauren was also able to gain entrance through the
use of her reading glasses, which make her look older (but unfortunately
completely obliterate her eyesight… eh, but that doesn’t really matter because nobody
can see straight when they are drunk anyhoo.) I had to stop drinking early on
in the night… like 3:30 AM (WEAK!)
because I didn’t want to destroy all of my white blood cells as I knew that I would
need them to fight off the cold that I now have (so I had about ...4 sips of some blue colored drink, yes, I really have stopped drinking...). After I bought Kelly an
Irish carbomb (haha, the poor bartender…) we decided that it would be a good
idea to try and spin the massive metal cube in the middle of some important intersection
as fast as we could. It started violently wobbling at its base as soon as I joined
in with my mad track skillz, so we decided to head back to the NYU dorm before
destroying an important landmark. On this trek, it became apparent to me that
drunk girls don’t exactly know how to avoid the middle of the street while
walking and that NYC drivers don’t know that the pedestrian always has the
right of way in the good ol’ USA. Fortunately
we managed to avoid major traffic collisions and umbrellas with “the clap” and
safely stumbled into the dorm lobby where I started a mild argument with some silly
security guard who didn’t want to let me into the building because the people I
was with were all too drunk to sign me in. So I had to half-stealthily sneak in (F U to the man
#2!) which was great fun.
After watching The Big Labowski and
eating everything in sight we decided to call it a night at roughly …6:00? Anyway, my sleep cycle is all well and
messed up so I woke up at 8:30 and
did all the dishes and folded stuff. (I am such a good maid!) Lauren and Kelly
woke up at 2:30 and we did some more
crazy stuff o.O.
Now that I am back in NJ life has
really slowed down considerably. I swear that I used to have a lot of friends
to hang out with… oh wait, THEY ALL LEFT ME TO GO TO COLLEGE. Gr. The nerve. Oh,
that brings me to my own personal indecision 2010! I have been left to decide
between a school with great prestige and a school where I think that I will be
really happy. I think that I am leaning towards the happy school because I have
always believed that the enjoyment of life is important above all else. This belief
has never failed me so I do not think that I should abandon my credo when it
comes to this important decision.
Oh! Wednesday is my birthday, so
tomorrow night a bunch of my friends are getting together at the Basin to have a
nice bonfire. If it is nice out we can have a Watonka v. Oneka “football” match
(Jess and Jill can play for Oneka this time… as long as they try to keep their
clothes on ^_-…. Actually, the “clothes on” rule goes for everyone from Millburn
because well… you are all fat. If the soccer game doesn’t work out because of
weather or something we will just have to hold the traditional North vs South
flip-cup tournament early. I can officially play for the north now. Down with
the confederacy! I think that I invited everyone who would enjoy this kind of
thing, but if you would like to join in the fun just give me a ring and I will try
to find you a sober ride.
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