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I was going through CD’s today and I got totally freaked out because I was looking through my case and I found two that didn’t have names and I couldn’t remember what they were, and so, I played them. I was much surprised to find that the CD’s were all rap and other horrible crap and that I didn’t have any idea where they came from. It was lame. They sucked really bad. I mean, they were like listening to an entire Usher, Puff Daddy and other tards album. Man, it was lame. Enough talk of the lame CD. I can’t stand the rampant lame-ity Today, Tara started off in a somewhat distant mood. She was all “I better go,” when the bell rang. I was like , “Oh, ok.” It was sad. I didn’t know what happened. I still don’t. I feared that something happened and she was bad at me. So, I went through my other classes with that in the back of my mind, and I had the *Live In Texas* album in my mind. Man that’s a highly recommended album and DVD for any person who is a Linkin Park fan. Dang, I could just watch Chester sing his insane range of voice for hours. The list of songs is pretty righteous. Man, its yummy. Anyhoo, I was alarmed by a horrible grade in English. So, I couldn’t focus in class. I had Tara, Chester, Slom, and a lame character in the story named *T* on my mind. It was nuts. Oh well. I got to Beeson and I couldn’t focus on that either. I had to grade some tests and I was once again shown how ignorant underclassmen can be. They are pretty irresponsible. It’s good to see. *When I look into your eyes, there’s nothing there to see. Nothing but my own mistakes staring back at me. Asking WHYYYYYYYYYY!!!* Yeah. That’s another great song. I was puzzled in Econ by the retarded nature of Captain Jack. We had to watch a tape for the entire period about how to fill out tax forms. It was better than most for the mere fact that it wasn’t a worn out 30 year-old tape. Jah. I wrote Tara a note in that class and I was still wondering what was bothering her. At lunch, I had to run to Donut Ave to pick up some Redbulls for JT and Renny. I didn’t really get too psyched about how they tasted. It wasn’t horrible, though it wasn’t good enough to spend 2 bucks a pop on. Nope. Its way smaller than a soda can too. It’s pretty ridiculous. It looks like pee too. I left to eat and DDR after that, and I did. Oh yes. I DDR’ed. I DDR’ed good. I saw Tony Ojeda, Leo Perez and Andy Boy there. It was cool. Long, though cool. Went with my mom to pick my sisters up and then I went to school AGAIN to work on some slom crap. Tara gave me a note that told me not to worry. I wasn’t the root of her mood. It was a relief. Man, I’m a pessimistic Realist. Yeah. So, I apologize. I saw Jenny in Slom’s with John. We schmoozed and then we left. I visited my beloved friends in practice and I went home. There, I took the video’s to the store, checked with Esty and was let down, rented Johnny English and Freddy Vs. Jason. It was busy-ish. I went to pick up the pizza, ate pizza and watched English, called my Tara and had a nice convo. I watched Freddy and I am now here. I guess that’s it. Dang man… I mean, what are you like crap for brains or something? Well, I guess yours truly must depart. I hope tomorrow is prodigious!!! Sexy Tara rocks my crazy socks!!!! *Cheers* Mateo-Bad