well with this smashed up lens
i see the curse continues

Warning!: what you are about to read is possibly the gayest email in the history of the planet.

hey everyone. this isn't just another email to delete, this is important.
it's about YOUR grad and making what YOU want to happen into reality.
even if you decide not to care about what's in this, the truth is we're able to send this to around 40 of you, but that leaves 158 people out in the cold..
so tell your friends, forward this on, we need to get everyone in grade 12 aware of this, and it honestly takes max of five minutes to make your grad night one you will never forget.
help us out here, and pass this on, read it carefully, because in the end..
it's up to us how we're gonna remember the day we graduate. it doesn't take much to share, and we're completely depending on you for this project for the grad video. please don't just shrug that off. it's important!! we need your input.
if you have any questions, just send us off a quick email. spread the word-- we need you to do that for all of us.. send this email to your buddies who we weren't able to find out their email addresses. or to everyone on your list. as long as everyone knows the word is out. rock on.
From: Royal Grad Committee 2007

the official gayest fucking email i have ever been fucking sent

Robocan
The worlds first fully robotic garbage receptacle unit

I think it would hold international appeal
i have to present this tommorow
im scared
im so ex-cidered
and i just cant hidered

Donovan 7372350 says:
reuben forum quote of the day

i didnt have the heart to tell him neither i, or anybody else in the entire planet cares anything about what he has to say after the above statement.

I get out of bed to watch this
i watch it 10 times a day
it is the greatest movie bicycle wise in the history of the entire planet
this is the kind of stuff that legends are made from
the stuff that destroys universes
www.shookin.com
copy and paste it!

It is St. Patricks day, and well there is no way around it. Not even the strongest of the strong can escape this day. It does not matter where you live, how rich you are, how handsome or how beautiful. You will always have to endure the day that is St. Patricks day. Well it is actually after twelve so it isn't St. Patricks day anymore. And well on a side note, i am a horrible blogger, the worst of the worst, i am the stuff that scum eats, when it comes to blogging, according to a person known as Danielle. Okay, it wasen't actually the exact words of hers, but i am sure she was getting to such words. Maybe not. But it is true i have not written in this blog very much lately. So here it is, my week.
Monday:
much like tuesday, but we havent got to that yet. Had an entrepreneur test, and i enjoyed the day that was monday. It was cool, with a soft breeze and i felt crisper than the aptly named chips. Actually there not chips, there crispers.
Tuesday:
As i have said it was much like monday. Today was filled with a high wind, and high tensions from all four directions. I had a history test, and i made a phone call to Toronto, nevermind that was on wednesday. Which brings us to wednesday.

Wednesday:
And so we have come to wednesday. Nothing much has changed in the world since monday, glue sticks still dont stick, and i still dont have purple pants. But today was filled with a high breeze, and i ended yet another day with glue on my pants. But wood glue, which does stick. Still the same as monday.
Thursday:
Well it was no monday, it wasent even a wednesday. To tell you the truth it was a thursday.
Friday:
The end of the week. I went home for lunch, had milk and cookies and operated the microwave with an ease that is only seen by few. My shoes came today. Oh, and at lunch i got out early, and i set out on one of the most signifigant adventures of my entire life. I rushed to my locker, i was sweating from head to toe, i grabbed my coat, my lunch, my keys, and the thing i put in the other thing with the clips on it so i can play music, and i rushed out to the vehicle. I knew this would be no easy task, i dashed, i deeked, and i was more scared than i have ever been in my life. I jumped in the truck, started it up and i was on my way. I knew what i was about to do would not be safe, and i knew it would not be easy. I rushed out of the parking lot, i didnt stop for stop signs, i gave the finger to school children running to their mothers in tears from the earlier events that i will not get into. And there i was, 4 minutes later, standing at the threshold of the mailbox, almost in tears. My clock read 11:57, and the note on the mailbox read 11:55. I failed. I was on the verge of tears, i hung my head and walked into my house.
Okay it didnt happen exactly like that.

But it is 12:42, and Danielle i have stopped talking to you on msn to write this. Thats first priority blogging.
ahem.

it is almost spring
and i offically have spring fever

this mixture of tupac, bicycles and warm weather is dangerous

deece!

i have said it once and i will say it again
worst 24 hours ever.
however saturday day was the best day of my entire life
so i guess it evens out and leaves me luke warm

Msn conversations in the last 4 minutes were:

danielle says:
I know
danielle says:
fix that!
first black president says:
OK


first black president says:
hey guess what
first black president says:
i see no changes
first black president says:
ALL I SEE IS RACIST FACES

(donovan didnt reply so i will have to sub in what he would have said)

Donovan says:
i made a G today
first black president says:
but you made it in a sleazy way
selling crack to the kids
Donovan says:
i gotta get paid
first black president says:
well hey thats just the way it is

why are girls on tv so fantastic

i miss my bicycle