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[Sep. 14th, 2005|04:02 pm] |
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Word up...I found out my class was cancelled, so I'm done with this hell today. Can't wait to burn one down man...I miss New York bud!!! and DUTCHES!!! Where the fuck are the dutches?!?! So anyway man, I just thought I'd actually write an entry since my last one was ages ago. To all of the people from my graduating class of 2005, I hope your having a blast in college. Maybe we'll see each other again...if Tuckahoe's not too budget to have a reunion down the road. Peace.
-Jambo |
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| Halleluhia...Did I spell that right? |
[Aug. 10th, 2004|06:11 pm] |
I am writing this from the West Virginia-Ohio borderline just telling the world that yes, as a matter of fact James Andrew Lipscomb is still alive. I might be temporarily lost in the boonies of Rensselaer, Indiana and the back country of the dirty south for a couple of weeks, but I am planning to return to civilization precisely on the twenty-eighth of August, at 9:58 P.M. While I lay in bed at night in my new room, I try to ignore the shotgun blasts and the noises in the cornfields across the street. The noises kind of sound like the chittering of the aliens in the movie Signs, starring Mel. Atleast I haven't seen mysterious patterns appearing in the fields. However, I did see an odd-looking craft in the sky at night. Well that is all. By the way, this long boring paragraph is dedicated to Mr. JP Molina. I know how much you love these. Just think of it...when I feel like writing a novel when I am older I can take these entries and form James' Journal. It'll make millions baby. When DeS and I get back to school it's time for Mellooooo Yellooooo.
-James |
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| Old School Skating |
[Apr. 29th, 2004|03:00 pm] |
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Fuck yeah! It all started a couple of days ago when Mr. J.P. Molina and I were skateboarding down the street. J.P. suddenly stopped and was like, "Dude." I had no hell of an idea what the fuck he was talking about. Then I saw it. It was as if heaven's golden gates had burst open and God was breathing on my neck. Holy fuck! There was an empty pool. J.P. said, "We could totally fill it with water and swim in it!" Me (being the skate shredder I was born as) said, "Hell no biatch! We're gonna fucking skate that shit!" It was kind of crappy that day because there was some water in the deep end, which left it unskateable. We kept close observation on our new found posession and the next day workers pumped the water out and around seven o'clock eastern time James Lipscomb and John Paul Molina made history. We were the first kids to fucking skate the pool. It was rad. We soon called John and said, "Get your ass down here bitch." So we skated a pool hardcore style. I felt like Dog Town Z Boys but weaker times one hundred. I got thrashed and had the time of my life. Word up. We're gonna skate it tonight because I think that they're re-doing it. That's my greatest accomplishment ever from me to you. |
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| Live Journal is Overrated. |
[Apr. 27th, 2004|07:09 pm] |
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This is my first post and Live Journal sucks. It's alright. Maybe I'll get around to using it every couple of months. See you around. |
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