So life is kind of crappy; I can deal. I can make lemonade from lemons.
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Back by popular demand...THE DATING CHART!
I can connect each and every person I have ever dated and/or made out with to each other.
Joshua Lubitz: Father's name is Robert; drove an Altima; is Jewish
Mike Zarr: Father's name is Robert; drove an Altima
Truman Smith: Blonde hair; went to Nova; has a president's name + Smith for his names, graduated from high school in 2000
Darren Rothouse: Is Jewish, drove an Altima, went to Nova, worked at Whole Foods
Daniel Gottfried: Has blonde hair; has blue eyes; is Jewish; is named Daniel, father's name is Joel
Daniel Blundy: Has blonde hair; has blue eyes; is named Daniel; middle name is Robert; went to Nova
Lyndon Smith: Has president's name + Smith for his names, blue eyes, blonde-ish hair, works at Whole Foods
Adam Sowalsky: Is Jewish, drives an Altima, father's name is Joel, graduated from high school in 2000
There are more things that connect these people, but I am too busy thinking about not thinking about homework right now to further connect them.
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In other news, I think I will start inserting dividers between posts, such as that one, to further distinguish them. I have tried to reformat the HTML in the template to allow more room between posts, but it simply does not like me.
I experienced these thoughts the other day, and I would like to further expound upon them now.
When did we get so old, grow up? It seems just like yesterday that driving a car was a far-off dream and fancy, that the twelfth grade was so incredibly ancient, and it seemed as if it would take forever to get there. Once I got into tenth or eleventh grade, and especially now, twelfth grade is just the opposite. It appears to be so young, but it is definitely not innocent. I was driving down Slaughter Lane (in extreme South Austin, for those of you that don't know) last Wednesday, and I look down at my steering wheel, and I realize, "Wow, I'm driving a car. I am in control." I know how weird it sounds, but I don't remember time passing so quickly. I have been driving for over five years now. I can clearly remember that I was late for my own Bat Mitzvah. I remember the classrooms I was in in sixth grade, even earlier than that; I can picture them all in my head. I remember a sunny day at my house when I had people over. There are so many memories that seem just like yesterday, but I know that they were years and years ago.
I can still picture the day that it snowed maybe two inches, but my cousin and I decided to go sledding anyway, and we almost went right off the cliff. Come to think of it, Gabriel and I were always making trouble. One spring, the snow had already melted and everything, but one morning, there was a huge block of ice at the end of the swingset's slide, so we decided to play with it. Of course, the pool was not open yet, so the cover was on it. Gabe and I get the bright idea to throw the ice across the pool and run across the cover. At one point, I fell, and I was soaking wet, not allowed back into the house (it's a pretty opulent house, especially after the last remodel a few years ago), and I had to sit outside and dry when it was only 40 degrees.
Memories, memories, memories. I really have to do some homework now, as I did nothing this weekend. Maybe I will take a picture of my "haircut" and post it on my other site, when I get a chance. Have a pleasurable day.
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