The flurry of layout-changing (mostly from Kuri and Nuttz) has inspired me to create a masterpiece of my own...so here you have it. It looks fairly spiffy in Internet Explorer, but I don't have Firefox to check if it's compatible with that browser.

Credits:

• Credit for the background goes to some website I forgot


• Credit for the "add me as a friend" and "send a note" javascript functions in my profile goes to invisible, who inadvertantly helped me (because I stole them from her site)


• Everything else: me

This is truly a landmark moment in history. For once, my template is NOT Matrix-related! Everyone rejoice as you tour this layout, which I'm having difficulty naming....

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Maybe I should add a fifth resolution to my list: to stop getting pissed off over the little things. I just do it too much. The way I see it, if you can see yourself looking back on your anger and think "why the hell was I mad" then you have no reason to be. So there.

I skipped sixth period today. I know, I'm so bad ass. Honestly, we do nothing in Physics anyway...the only potential risk lies with my parents. If I've done my calculations correctly, and I think I have, my teacher will not take attendance and I will slip under the radar without any repercussions. Besides, even if I am discovered I can make up some excuse. The worst part is that it was so fun I might be tempted to do it again. Me and a bunch of other guys went to Jacob's house to play pool, which may sound extraordinarily ordinary, but it was HILARIOUS. There's this kid named Carlos. Let me tell you about Carlos.



Now imagine a more spastic version of Pedro from Napoleon Dynamite, and you have Carlos. Really, I don't think I've laughed that long in a verrrrry long time.

In other news, America is stupid. This just in, hot off the press:
"Britney [Spears] was also spotted picking flowers from some nearby grass."
I kid you not. That is actually what ET (Entertainment Tonight) reported during a schpeal about their latest Britney sightings, as though she were some rare type of sasquatch seen running through the wilderness. NOT that fascinating, and very fake.

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The epic tale of my day begins at 2 in the morning. I turned off my computer after several hours of aimless internet browsing, only to discover that my window seemed to be letting in an unusual amount of light for that time of the morning (not that I know what usual is for 2AM). Lo and behold, snow! And lots of it. I promptly texted Brittany because I know she loves snow , then settled into bed, dreaming of the school-less day I would surely have in a few more hours.

WRONG

Not even a two hour delay, either...out of spite for the district I decided to protest through passive means. I wore shorts to school. That's right school district, eat my shorts! It was a sacrifice I had to make for the sake of my fellow peers...either stand idely by and watch them trample on our right to a snow day, or walk 40 miles in shorts through snow drifts and arctic winds. The choice was simple, and I made it. I have no regrets, though I doubt the frostbitten hairs on my legs will ever grow back.

My my, I'm feeling feisty tonight

On a more serious note, I leave for Texas in a week and a half, and trials are only two weeks away. I'm getting a wee bit nervous, seeing as how this could decide whether or not I make Team USA. Damn. I have faith in my team though, we've worked our asses off and come this far, there's no way we're going back home empty-handed.

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I don't believe I ever made a new years post. Normally I wouldn't bother backtracking to cover the usual talk of resolutions and crazy parties. But the day of new years this strange sensation came over me. I have no idea how to explain it. It's one of those things you just know deep down in your gut. I know that this year is going to kick ass. Let me tell you why.

I've changed the way I live. I have this new philosophy that I'm trying to live by. I like to call it the "just fucking do it" philosophy. No complaining, no bull shit. Just fucking do it. At the beginning of December I learned a valuable lesson in Mason, Ohio, while attending a jump rope workshop. Complaining yields no rewards, it means that you either lack the will to persevere or you are too lazy to fix your own problems. I decided I wanted nothing to do with either. Hence, the "just fucking do it" philosophy was born. Since then, it has undergone several renovations, the lastest regarding goals. If I say "I want to beat Jesse at single rope freestyle this year," I can't just want to do it. I have to work to do it.

My new years resolutions are as follows:

• Beat Jesse at single rope freestyle


• Get more involved in setting up my future. Colleges, scholarships, a job, etc.


• Build a better relationship with my family.

With the help of my "just fucking do it" philosphy, I feel all of my resolutions will come to fruition.

P.s It just occured to me that I can never take short showers. I remember distinctly telling myself "ok only five minutes." Fifteen minutes later I'm drying myself off and I have no recollection of how the hell time passed so fast. Therefore, I add a fourth resolution: take shorter showers.

Good day!

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