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Name: Ping Pong Pang Lou Jones
Location: Georgia, United States
Birthday: 5/7/1987
Gender: Male
Interests: *\m/USIC*, skating/actionXcore sports, going to shows, splunking, driving around with my favorite kids with the music too loud, hanging out with friends, booty dancing with Manda, hugging Trees, freestyling with Waffle, beating the shit out of Sleve & Caitlin, midnight blazing with Luke, spooning with Kirk, rolling around on the floor with Daniel,eating Snack Mix with Sandy, having blonde moments with Bekah, saving the world-you know, everyday stuff
Expertise: Being mocked and ridiculed for being Azn
Message: message me
Website: visit my website
AIM:  x rice cakes
Member Since:
9/4/2003
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| "you think about that angelo. you think about that and pray no one askes"
let's see...
friday ken asked me if i was gay. i thought he was kidding until he asked me the second time. he then responded with "that's a relief" when i said no. look at entry below to know why he might have thought so. shit to everyone.
spent the weekend with my grandmother for my birthday. we watched kill bill vol. 1 (of course), the haunted mansion (fucking stupid), stuck on you (also fucking stupid), and bad boys 2 which as good. we then commenced in eating way too much and just sitting around. fun. i did get a nice sum of green though which is good but will be gone because of shoes, gauges, a birthday present for a certain someone, pants, and blank CDs. such is life. i even got money from my mom who actually call tuesday for the first time in about 4 months. of course all it turned out to be was yelling. whateva.
so my chances of staying in GA for my senior year have gone from a 50 50 chance to a 75 25 chance in favor of not being able to. fuck, but ken said he still isn't certain; he wants to met the burtons first or something. it looks grim.
my stepbrother is being the king of assholes. he's put a password on the computer and left a note saying all kinds of shit. i took that damn note and shoved it in his face and asked why he couldn't have just said these things to my face instead of hiding behind a piece of paper. fucking ass. so no AIM for a while it seems | | |
| playing: takenfromyou
"we made it and maybe it's better you never open your eyes"
so apparently i'm gay because my shirts don't reach my knees and i can't make 3 pairs of pants out of my pants nor do i hunt ducks. i'm glad someone told me because i had no idea.
mood: amused | | |
| **"...and days turn to weeks, and these weeks become months, and slowly to years..."**
friday i finally bleached my hair. not all of it, just a strip where it's longer than the rest. i only did it so the attention would be taken away from my fucked up haircut to how it was bleached. it looks ok i suppose, i'm really undecided. i bleached it twice and the first time it was better. it was this bronze, red color but now it's this bronze, orange color. i was going for white, but maybe i'll still do pink later. perhaps. if kirk was here i know what'd he'd say, "only fags bleach their hair." heh, well kirk...nigga' wha?!?!?!
the other day i talked to ken for about 3 hours about EVERYthing. i'm really glad we did, it sure did clear up a lot of things and such. he thinks i haven't really tried to adjust and he's right. he said he'd call mr. and mrs. burton soon and talk to them about the "possiblity" of me staying with them for my senior year which would be a dream come true; but it still doesn't guarantee anything. it's all due to a little something called "the woman who gave birth to me." apparently she does have some say in the matter still says ken. fuck. i feel really bad for ken, he's so worried about making the "right decision" and i really hate to inconvinence the burtons but i'm willig to put all my morals and convictions aside for this opportunity. i just miss everyone so much, not to metion it is absolute hell here. i mean i would love to have a family and whatnot but i consider my friends in GA to be my first family as bad as that sounds. besides, there are no opportunities concerning music here; i have a better chance
in GA. i wish things weren't to complicated. we'll see how it goes, but i hope it turns in my favor. yeah i'm a selfish bastard but at this point i really don't care.
finally got ahold of my sister noelani. i miss her so much. she's turned out to be a real hoolagen, heh. she still skateboards she says and can almost do an ollie. duude, she is so fucking rich though. she's been saving up money to buy a horse and now she has enough. damn, i'm proud of her. shit, i miss her so much.
well, i'm out like a black man running from the cops. later kids. | | |
| duuude, this makes me wet my pants out of fear and laughter. evidently i'm the one on the right.
>>commence in losing control of bowels...fuck<< | | |
| - i think this is the right "the kinison" [???]**"I've got a new pair of shoes, i know this new way to dance...so let's dance!"***
the kinison make me want to dance. anyone want to jive with me? i really hope i can see them at warp tour. i saw them before with the bled and PTW and they were amazing. the lead vocalist is fun to watch.
there's nothing funnier than watching two negroes fight over fudge rounds, but what makes it especially funny is that one of those negroes is your history teacher. hah, it was grand.
the other day my stepmom gave me these alcoholic chocolate-covered cherries which i took so as not to hurt her feelings. i didn't eat them, instead i gave them away in first period journalism. "giving away alcohol at school now are we?" asked Mrs. Irby as she took one. "oh, is that wrong?" i asked innocently. "well...." yeah, they were a big hit. hah.
chemistry has turned into sing-along 101 featuring starr. so far we have sung and danced to "she bangs," "toxic," and "barbie girl." it's such a good time; starr is so fucking hilarious.
the very lovely brittney let me wear her cheerleading track jacket today in chemistry. it's very nice although a bit constricting around the chest. brittney so skinny and so pretty. i love this jacket, i think i'm going to "lose" it somewhere. hah. i'm wearing it all day tomorrow. i'm going to try to sweet talk mrs. irby into letting me use her camera to take pictures of it and my hair for you pleasure. hopefully she'll let me. | | |
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