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  <title>The Life of a Teenager</title>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 07 Jul 2004 03:15:44 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>&lt;p&gt;SOOOOOOOO&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Sorry I haven&apos;t been updating lately... too many things going on...&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;u&gt;July 4th&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Nothing really happened until night... so I&apos;ll tell you from there. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;SO, I went down to the beach... everyone was lighting and exploding firecrackers down there. Thomas and Brett were trying to light a pillow on fire... they did. With a Roman Candle, which has eight phases in it, and it can be VERY deadly. So we all scatter, except for Thomas who stays and HOLDS THE CANDLE while trying to not kill himself. haha.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;So Mr. Holloway comes spazzing out... he kicked Thomas out for doing what he did, and kicked Brett out for no reason.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;After they got kicked out... we went and found them, and played some &lt;strong&gt;Mario Tennis.&lt;/strong&gt; It&apos;s a classic. After that... Matt, Thomas, Brett, and I went outside, and found Alexa and Marissa. We talked, and hung out on Alexa and Marissa&apos;s boat. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;u&gt;July 5th&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Umm......&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I hung out wiht the guys... played some &lt;strong&gt;N64&lt;/strong&gt;,&amp;nbsp;and went out to get a&amp;nbsp;hot-and-ready pizza from Little Caesars. We went&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;crayfishing after that.... we burnt those sons of bitchs DOWN. haha...&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Umm.... hung out there and had fun with the guys... nothing special.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;u&gt;Today&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I hung out with the guys again... and went to &lt;strong&gt;Salvation Army. &lt;/strong&gt;After that... my cousins came over... and we chilled... I grilled my first hamburgers (with help of course...) and they turned out ok! I was thrilled.... &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Peace.&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 04 Jul 2004 21:01:02 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Blue Angels</title>
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  <description>&lt;p&gt;THEY WERE AWESOME. INCREDIBLE. OUTSTANDING.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Maybe it&apos;s because they were wearing Michigan colors :). &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The Blue Angels were AWESOME. Nothing could possibly beat them. Before the Blue Angels went, there were some stunt type planes, an F-16, and a Mustang. It was really cool. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The stunt type planes did everything you can imagine. They did &lt;strong&gt;loops&lt;/strong&gt;, they flew &lt;strong&gt;upside-down&lt;/strong&gt;, they did &lt;strong&gt;corkscrews&lt;/strong&gt;. They did everything that could be done in a plane. EVERYTHING.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The Mustang wasn&apos;t as good as the stunt plane, but it did some stunts, such as loops, but nothing special.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The F-16 just sped around over our heads creating vibrations... you could feel the ground move when they flew over you. But the F-16 isn&apos;t that fast... the Blue Angels were faster. I&apos;ll tell you about them later...&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;When I was getting some lunch, the F-16 and the Mustang flew around together, in tight formation (and I mean &lt;strong&gt;REALLY&lt;/strong&gt; tight).&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;So...&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Some bigger planes flew over us. All they could do was fly up and down, nothing special, until they &lt;strong&gt;rode on the water&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Then the &lt;strong&gt;BLUE ANGELS &lt;/strong&gt;came. Of course, you&apos;d expect something special that none of the other planes had. Well.... they had speed. And lots of it. The max speed they can get to is &lt;strong&gt;1400 MPH&lt;/strong&gt;! THAT&apos;S INSANE! Enough about speed though... let&apos;s talk about the stunts they did. They didn&apos;t do stunts as well as the stunt planes, but they were close to it. There were six total Blue Angels, four stayed in formation, while the other two broke off. The two then flew around the city, and started coming &lt;strong&gt;right at each other&lt;/strong&gt;. I swear, they went Through each other, but they didn&apos;t but they came pretty damn close to crashing. The other four just flew upside-down, but were always in the tightest formation possible. One of the planes came across, going about &lt;strong&gt;750 MPH&lt;/strong&gt;. They didn&apos;t show the max speed, because we probably would just catch one blink of it before it left our sight. The six came back together, and just flew around after that. It was a &quot;have to be there&quot; sort of thing. It was in Traverse City, and they come every two years up there, so you might want to check it out.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;So after that... &lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt; drove about half the way home on the &lt;strong&gt;freeway&lt;/strong&gt;. Fun. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;That&apos;s all... I&apos;m out.&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 03 Jul 2004 02:06:30 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>&lt;p&gt;today. living. hell.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Today I went outside.... hung out with the guys... went home, I went back out.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I had to go back in... my grandma&apos;s b-day was today. She&apos;s &lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;5&quot;&gt;95&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!!!!!! Wow. My uncle is SUCH AN ASS. He makes all these crude jokes on her... I don&apos;t know if he was trying to be funny or not, he was just an ass. Oh, well he&apos;ll die sooner or later... alright... that was mean... umm... well I don&apos;t see him that much so I guess it works out. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;That&apos;s all for today, tomorrow will be cool, I&apos;m seeing the &lt;strong&gt;BLUE ANGELS&lt;/strong&gt; (Navy fighter planes for you people who don&apos;t know), and they&apos;re doing stunts, it&apos;s going to be pretty cool. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Later y&apos;all.&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 02 Jul 2004 19:54:51 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>So... yesterday....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yard work. Fun fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that I went to a movie.... SPIDERMAN 2. It was a great movie, except the ending SUCKED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ummm..... thats all.</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 01 Jul 2004 03:04:44 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>&quot;Nigshit&quot;</title>
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  <description>&lt;p&gt;Oh, if your wondering about the word above... ask Matt, we were playing N64 at his house, and he called Chris a nigshit. haha.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Today I woke up at &lt;strong&gt;12:00&lt;/strong&gt; and heard someone ring my doorbell, I still don&apos;t know who it was, but I don&apos;t care. Ummmmmm... I went over to Clay&apos;s house. He has this &lt;strong&gt;KICK ASS &lt;/strong&gt;scooter, only it goes 12 mph. Thomas then threw this firecracker that he thought was a dud. He lit it, and it &lt;strong&gt;EXPLODED LIKE A GRENADE. &lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I went over to Thomas&apos; house, then Chris and Matt came in. Played some &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Halo, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;then went down to the beach to do NOTHING. We went back up the street, and for some strange reason, Chris &lt;strong&gt;THREW MY BIKE&lt;/strong&gt; in a ditch, bent the handlebars, broke my brakes, and spazzed like no other. We fixed the brakes, but the handlebars are bent, so one of my hands is like 6 inches below the other one. haha.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Went over to Matt&apos;s house. Played N64, and I kicked ass in &lt;strong&gt;Mario Party 3.&lt;/strong&gt; Matt went to hockey... so the guys went to my house, played more N64, went to the beach, and here I am. Writing an entry.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;buh bye.&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 30 Jun 2004 03:26:02 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>&lt;p&gt;woohoo..... i finally got a livejournal account. yay.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;SOoooooo today i hung out with Matt, Chris, and Thomas. They came over and wanted to play video games for oh so say...... 2 hours. after that we went to the beach... matt wanted to v&apos; it up... but the ball was &lt;strong&gt;FLAT&lt;/strong&gt; so it hurt our hands....&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;and&amp;nbsp;we went to the next best thing... Chris&apos; house. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;We played MORE video games and absolutely NOTHING. I saw the video on Matt&apos;s lj... and it was F*CKING HILARIOUS. We have to make another movie sometime... I would like to see myself on a computer, laughing at all the stupid moves I make. haha.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;After we left the house, we heard an ambulance &lt;strong&gt;nearby&lt;/strong&gt; so we took a little 10 minute bike ride on inkster and around the neighborhood to find it. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;We never did.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Evening. We went to the beach, hung out there while Brett and Clay came... talked... watched some illegal fireworks by some stupid ass guys. Marissa and Matt went off to the docks... and everyone else went home, so here I am, typing my livejournal&amp;nbsp;&apos;cause I&apos;m bored as hell. Off I am... doing nothing. &lt;/p&gt;</description>
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