10 Things that made my trip to Block Island ownage.

1. Lots of liqs. Fun people + Alcohol + Enormous vacation house = Ownage.
2. Lots of food. My stomach was very satisfied.
3. The watermelon game. Hilarious shit with the right people.
4. The drinking game with the cards. The more you drank, the more fun it gets.
5. Mafia. I was the killer twice .
6. Playing chinese poker to see who washes the dishes. Someone used the dishwasher .
7. She's old but she's got class. The one and only Debbie Anne.
8. Biking and Jogging. Much needed exercise after all the pigging out I did.
9. The beach roasting my albino ass into oblivion.
10. The good memories with no added drama.

Good shit. Now I have to go to Six Flags before my summer vacation ends.

"The Asshole Who Thought He Had Big Balls"

This is an account of the events that occured on August 11th, 2005 on the Garden State Parkway in New Jersey. This entry is special in my opinion because it records a time when I was made into a raging lunatic.

I was almost home from school on the highway nearing exit 145 when I met the asshole that made me crack. I'm on the left lane going as fast as the traffic would allow me when out of nowhere, a speedy douche bag, who I presume to have a small penis and a smaller brain, comes up to me on the right lane. He was then slowed down by the car in front of him at the same time I was speeding up. Ok, maybe I should have realized that he wanted to get in my lane but I wasn't about to inconvenience myself and slow down when I already sped up. So this asshole gets behind me and starts flashing his high beams. I tried to get him off my back by slowing down but to no avail.

Fact #1:
I've had my share of assholes on the highway. I've had plenty, trust me. I average about 300 miles a week, most of which is spent on the highway.

Fact #2:
For the most part, I take the mental abuse from these assholes. Why? Because I'm not about to risk getting into a horrible traffic accident trying to defend my pride against someone I probably will never meet again.

Fact #3:
Everyone has their limits.

So he wanted to go fast. Ok, let me fix that. I switch to the right lane and let him pass me. I knew he was gonna speed up ultra fast after the shit he just pulled. Otherwise, it would defeat the purpose of him flashing his high beams at me, making the reason behind his actions obsolete and implying that he only did it to entertain himself. After all, flashing your high beams at someone is basically bitching about how someone got in your way. And for what? Is going 10 mph slower for 10 seconds gonna turn you into an ancient geezer? Good job moron, way to live your life to the fullest, which could end at any moment when you're speeding around like an idiot. I knew this asshole wasn't rushing for an emergency because if you were really in a rush, you wouldn't take the time to harass somebody on the highway.

So I sped up behind him and flashed my high beams at him of course. I don't think he liked it because he sped up even more, trying to escape the blinding light. That must've been how I felt, correct? Except I had the brains to let the moron who was doing it to me get in front of me. Justice? Indizzle. I never reached exit 150 from 145 so fast in my life. I was going 100+ mph keeping up with this dipshit, zooming past cars and across lanes so I too can deliver generous amounts of photon particles into his retina. NO escape bitch.

But anyway, as traffic forced us to slow down, I got into the lane next to him, sped up enough to be at the side of his car, lowered my window, and screamed, "DO YOU WANNA FUCKING DIE BITCH?!?!?!" He didn't even look at me. He must have known that I was next to him because I kept my high beams on him until switching to the right lane. What happened to those great balls he once had? I mean, you must have big balls to piss off people who can potentially kill you, which is just about anyone with a car. So I decided to use sign language. I slowed down enough so he can view me from his right side mirror and gave him the universal sign for, "Fuck You." Shortly afterwards, I had to exit the highway.

11 days of summer school left.

spent the day with cat and some of my buddies. some fun shit. i liked the part where we were watching "The Island" and scarlett johansson is like, "zomfg i'm so sexy! i'm a sexy sexy clone! if they had a miss america pageant for clones, i'd enter and win because i'm sofa king sexy!" i was just nodding the whole time.

gotta hit up six flags for real after summer school serious nuggas.

18 days of summer school left.

fuckity fuck fucking fuck!!!11ONE!1ONE!!!1

so anyway, my summer school begins on the 11th of july and that means two things.

1. i won't be able to play games as much, which is a good thing.
2. i won't be able to chill as much, which is a bad thing.

it blows guys, it really does. i could be lazy and unproductive and just straight-up bummin but i have to go to summer school. this is the bullshit you have to go through if you fuck up like i did so don't fuck up. unless you like summer school or you just love learning.

i was listening to kanye west's [college dropout] album and noticed the skits in it were not only funny, but true. does it really matter how smart you are when you're dead? maybe education is actually what hinders us from doing what we're truly good at. why the hell do i have to spend tons of $$$ going to school trying to earn a degree stating that i can draw good when i already know i can? does that sound cocky to you? because to me, the confident people are the ones that really get anywhere because they strive the hardest and do whatever it takes. i say, if there is a way you can earn a living without college, you do so. education was the shit when it wasn't a common thing, but it's very rare to find someone who can't read and write these days. education has lost it's value in my opinion.

i think education is just a scheme devised by lazy people who have too much power (the government) to continually advance human technology. whatever we discover in our time will be used in the next generation and so forth. improving human life isn't a bad thing, but when it interferes with our living habitat, we should consider just how far we should push forward. it seems like the easier we try to make our lives, the harder it is for us to live our lives. we tried to make a clean source of energy (nuclear energy) and ended up with radioactive waste, which is almost impossible to get rid of by any other means than to bury it. when earth becomes uninhabitable, which i believe is very possible, what will anything matter? they say humanity will eventually die off. are we trying to avoid this?

brainstorming while thinking about my impending doom is sorta fun.