tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-80057932011-04-21T14:43:16.802-07:00This one.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06298842787181644385noreply@blogger.comBlogger21100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8005793.post-1092929912841340632004-08-19T08:37:00.000-07:002004-08-19T08:45:12.853-07:00It turns out, that when taking the test that Josh and Joel took, I received a score of 49%. The test was totally different than the one that I had taken before. <br /> <br />I tried to c and p it, but the HTML was ehfed up, so I just said, "Fehget about it" [said like a mafia member.] <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8005793-109292991284134063?l=overratedandunderstated.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>This one.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06298842787181644385noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8005793.post-1092928447934903782004-08-19T08:03:00.000-07:002004-08-19T08:14:07.933-07:00<span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">I have started this. There is one reason. Just so that I can post comments on Josh's... Pathetic of me. Yes, I know, but, we all have our obsessions. Mine just seems to be online journals. </span> <br /><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"></span> <br /><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">School is starting soon. I don't know why I am so nervous. I mean, I never get nervous about such things. Perhaps it is because I <strong><em>know</em></strong> that this year is going to be different than all previous years. There are changes that I am going to face, obstacles to overcome. I know that I have grown immensely this summer. I have began to learn who I am. I know that I don't have many "friends", and for some reason, that makes me happy. Because I would rather be in chess club with the nerdiest kids in school, and know that they accept me for me, than be in all the cool clubs with the cool cats, and just be there. </span> <br /><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"></span> <br /><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">My mommy went out of town with some ladies for a day of fun. The MILF group, as some guys have called it. Gross, that is my mother that they speak of.... But... isn't that an almost good thing that my guy friends don't call my mom a "dog" or whatev? I still just do not like it at all. </span> <br /><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">They are going to King's Island. For some quality time. That brings me joy and smiles. My mom needs to get out and be a kid again. I hope that she is enjoying herself...</span> <br /><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"></span> <br /><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">Well, for a first post, I hope that this will suffice. I just wanted to be able to comment on Ratcliffe's... [<-- A cool cat.] </span> <br /><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"></span> <br /><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">--Rach </span> <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8005793-109292844793490378?l=overratedandunderstated.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>This one.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06298842787181644385noreply@blogger.com0