Alright, my home skillets frajillet biscuits with a slice of wonder bread cardboard ninja homie Gs, I’m out. For a few weeks, though -clears throat- months, but real quick. And, fuck me, this blog was supposed to be dedicated to this case and about 97.8% of the content is other shit. I’ll make a mental note of that upon my return. Anyway, I’m not really good with diplomacy so… -digs toes into the floor- bye!
Believe. Hahaha! But we should’ve just told him it was a hoax, though, right? But we’re shitty friends, so yeah.
The most…probably just him and the guys foolin’ around during off-periods. Keeping this short: most of us had the same off-periods year round (wasn’t out of mere coincidence btw) and we use to have it at the exact same time when dance company would be rehearsing in the auditorium. So, we just quietly slink ourselves in there and watch them do their warm-ups to ape shit crazy music. I’m talking about late 90’s mainstream Eurodance and House beats, like Eric Prydz kind of songs. Soooo, knowing how those birds are, they made a mockery out of it…lip-syncing and hip-thrusts included. Lol, we were under the school’s radar so no one gave a rich woman’s delayed pliate’s class about us. Definitely the most memorable.
I’m older than Jahar but younger than Ailina, if that helps to clarify…and it’s a 3-year gap between them? It’s not too broad, they would’ve still been in HS at the same time.
Like most writers, I am an inveterate procrastinator. In the course of writing this one article, I have checked my e-mail approximately 3,000 times, made and discarded multiple grocery lists, conducted a lengthy Twitter battle over whether the gold standard is actually the worst economic policy ever proposed, written Facebook messages to schoolmates I haven’t seen in at least a decade, invented a delicious new recipe for chocolate berry protein smoothies, and googled my own name several times to make sure that I have at least once written something that someone would actually want to read.
Lots of people procrastinate, of course, but for writers it is a peculiarly common occupational hazard. One book editor I talked to fondly reminisced about the first book she was assigned to work on, back in the late 1990s. It had gone under contract in 1972.
I once asked a talented and fairly famous colleague how he managed to regularly produce such highly regarded 8,000 word features. “Well,” he said, “first, I put it off for two or three weeks. Then I sit down to write. That’s when I get up and go clean the garage. After that, I go upstairs, and then I come back downstairs and complain to my wife for a couple of hours. Finally, but only after a couple more days have passed and I’m really freaking out about missing my deadline, I ultimately sit down and write.”
Over the years, I developed a theory about why writers are such procrastinators: We were too good in English class. This sounds crazy, but hear me out.
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Status Conference, Wednesday, Feb 12, 2014
"his supporters are also here" :-)
He used to say ‘breeze’ a lot which was like his alternative of ‘bye’/ending a conversation for when someone said something dumb/unbelievable/anything-intolerable and ‘it’s duck soup’ which is just a common phrase that means easy. The boys and him had their own system of expressing themselves and phrasing shit. They use to say “fuck your coast” when someone else is proven right, lmfao…??? They were random.