Purple People and IKEA Boxes 6/9/2001
We had our senior breakfast today. It was alright. We were given two free periods to buy yearbooks and munch on some cafeteria bagels and OJ. I didn't buy a yearbook, but the breakfast was pretty fun. Sonia, who graduated a semester early, showed up. I miss her...She looked so much older. Other people agreed with me; she looked at least two years older than the rest of us. She looks more mature now...I can't really explain it.
I signed so many yearbooks that I thought my hand would fall off. In most of my firend's yearbooks I wrote:
ADVICE FOR A COLLEGE FRESHMAN:
~Blue frat punch is evil
~Marijuana does not make calculus more understandable
~Put down the crack pipe when purple people start to appear
~Study hard--or else you'll end up becoming a tenant in one of my IKEA boxes
**Quick note--I have an obsession with IKEA boxes. It all started when I became seriously interested in art. The running family joke is that Becca wants to be a counselor, John wants to be a lawyer, and I'll be a poor
starving artist living in a box. One day, we passed this huge IKEA box on the side of the road and my sister said, "Look Artist it's your future home." It's just been a thing with me ever since. You'll see jokes about IKEA boxes alot in my entries
YOU KNOW YOU'RE IN TROUBLE IN COLLEGE WHEN...
~You wake up next to an unknown boy/girl/goat with jumper cables in one hand and a rubble paddle in the other
~There's more alcohol in your bloodstream than actual blood
~Your GPA is a negative number
~You've done so many drugs that you start to see purple people (like IKEA boxes, I also have an obsession with purple people...hey, I'm an artist, and all artists have
an extra weird gene)
~The idea of living in an IKEA box next to Artist starts to sound appealing
~The number of STD's you have outnumber the amount of college credits you've earned
~Most of the people on campus have put restraining orders on you
~You've slept with so many people that even Larry Flynt thinks you're a whore
~People can get high off of you by just smelling your breath (This was not mine--I took it off a very funny pothead named Blake)
I cut third period again...I have a feeling I'll be failing typing class for the third quarter. I didn't do the final (too lazy) so I already have a zero for 1/5 of my average. It's an elective though, so it doesn't matter. I kicked ass in calculus fourth quarter, I may get an A, but I think I'm going to get raped on this final. Ah well....It was a good day overall.
My friend Sara had her last day today. She's leaving for orientation at West Virginia University this weekend and will miss the last three days of classes. I'll miss her...
Today was my last day with my gym teacher, Mrs. Dipiazza. She was less evil today...bordering on civil. Weird.
I never got in trouble with my AP Biology teacher for cutting both biology class and biology lab yesterday. I went to lunch with my friend Alibali instead. MJ was sitting at the same table with us, but farther down. He walked past me without saying hi. Overall, I had fun playing hooky. One of my classmates, who was also cutting, saw me. He only cut one period, and I was afraid that when he went back, he might've tolf my biology teacher that I was cutting, But McCaff bought my story and I'm home free.
I saw Pearl Harbor tonight with Panama. It was an interesting movie. I think I'll write an entry about it later...
Until next entry
Artist
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