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Name: Lance Location: Kansas, United States Birthday: 7/18/1985 Gender: Male
Expertise: Everything but country music -_-
Occupation: Student Industry: Medical
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1/26/2003
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| So I'm at the library right now, and I really don't want to study.
So, I decided the next best thing. Playing Solitaire. But apparently it
wasn't on this computer, so I decided to post on my xanga after a year.
Typos and grammatical errors included.
Anyways, road rage is a fun thing to have nowadays. There is no way
to switch lanes infront of someone without having to worry about being
chased down and having your car beat with a golf club. I laugh
at those who have road rage, as I am the one usually causing the
rage in other people. I guess it's good to be laid back as I'm
beating the crap out of cars with my 9 iron.
Even though I do have a mild form of road rage, I have
something far worse. Sidewalk rage. There are people on the sidewalks
that are just out to make walking a hastle. It makes you wish
these people were wearing rollerblades so you can trip them. Then you
could make fun of them for wearing rollerblades...and being tripped.
Through my college experience, I've seen two kinds of these people that
get to me the most.
1. The cellphone user: Thank you for always running into me as I'm
flailing my arms wildly trying to get your attention while you're
coming straight for me. I'm sure that voicemail check could not have
waited until you got home. I do appreciate the occasional stiff
arm as I'm trying to brush pass you getting to class as I have nothing
better to do than Heisman back.
2. The ipod user: I do appreciate the hilarity of the occasional
i-dude looking like a booble head doll as he wanders the streets with
his headphones blared to supersonic concert settings. I do not
appreciate it, however, when he looks like he's about to breakdance
fight me off the sidewalk. It's kind of hard to walk in a straight line
on the right side of the sidewalk as the ipoders are shifting
side-to-side to the beat to the latest itune, acting trendy while
sipping their coffee with their collars popped just enough for the
breeze to be caught right before it hits the neck. Stupid $300 piece of
crap that plays music, I am boycotting the ipod forever. Or until I can
afford one.
Anyways, maybe I'm just bitter because it took me and extra 30
seconds to get from class to the library to study. Maybe it's just that
I'm an angry person down at heart and hate everyone. If this continues,
one thing is for sure: I will leave the backpack at home and start
playing golf on campus. | | |
| Am I the only one that cracks up when fat people used the automatic handicap access doors...and fall down? | | |
| Have you ever been hanging out with a friend when he sees someone you don't know, and begins to have a conversation with them. The only bad part about it is when he doesn't introduce you, and you have to hover for about 15 minutes hoping to not hear anything to private. You pretend to see somebody you know and step slightly to the side so they can continue talking. Then you take out your phone and pretend that someone might have called you and sit there with a confused look on your face until your friend finally say goodbye. Yea, that's never happened to me.
I promised myself I'd go to every class this week. It seems that I have to get in the habit of going all the time and not skipping the occasional useless class where all they do is review material that isn't due for another 3 weeks. I guess I'd rather be learning for an hour instead of surfing the internet all day. And by learning, I mean sleeping.
Now, since I have time to waste, I'm going to review stuff I've never seen before.
Average Joe: Seems original. It has the premise of having 50 girls choose a man based on his charm, wit, and intellect and not his looks alone. The contestants must wear masks, jump off tall ledges, and fight an army planning to take over the city. Oh wait, I'm sorry, that's the plot of Desperado.
CSI Miami: A murder is solved in Miami. The killer did it.
Scooby Doo 2: Monsters Unleashed: Apparently the monsters weren't unleashed the first time. In fact, they were never unleashed at all, By releasing this move, all previous Scooby Doo episodes are deemed to be hoaxes having people behind them instead of actual monsters. And after Gigli, I'm really excited to see the chemistry between the real-life couple on screen! I'm also excited to go to trip down a flight of stairs!
Anyways, I'm tired. Since I don't have any classes now, I can waste the night watching TV and staying up really late....and being too tired to go to classes tomorrow. Damn the man. | | |
| Have you ever sat down to write a long letter to a friend and right before you send it, you realize that it looks like a three year old wrote it? There are misspellings everywhere, bad grammer is used, and random punctuation inserted...? Welcome to my xanga.
Its funny how you can be so concentrated on one task, that you forget all others. This morning, I was completely focused on bringing my book and homework to calc that I completely zoned out everything else. Being that the class is at 7:30 in the morning, I'm not exactly at my intellectual peak. When I finally got to class, I realized I forgot my backpack, my pencils, my notebook, my binder and my calculator. I sat down, opened my book, and accidentally tore my homework paper in half as it was pinned by a post-it note I had placed to hold it down. I stapled it in the center several times and turned it in to my teacher. He gave me a weird look to which I told him the above. Just as I was about to sit down getting through this nightmare, he called me back to ask me a question. "Where is the second part of the assignment?" Damn it.
I had a friend call me today and ask me if I was busy. This confused the hell out of me. If I was busy, would I have picked up the phone to answer you? Or better yet, if you thought I was busy, why did you call me in the first place? This is the kind of stuff that keeps me up at night. That, and my phone ringing.
Alright, time to get cracking on my chemistry homework. I'll catch everybody later. | | |
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