Danny Who ([info]danwho) wrote,
@ 2002-12-10 20:08:00
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Current mood: scared
Current music:...u could look inside and see whats on my mind...

all i want is another chance to fuckup
i had my business final, and it was good to see Mardan again, i really enjoy talking to her and being around her...it sucks that i have no excuse to see her anymore unless i get lucky enough to have another class with her. Neuman was there too because 2 classes were combined for the final and i havent seen him in a while since i dropped out of Gcom.. i got my results back and i got an 89..im happy but its not perfect for a test i should have aced, i know at least one was an eraser mark mistake cuz it said i had put no answer and i know i didn't leave any blank...so i end up with a middle of the road B in business.

i took my history final and i was scared but i'm thinking ok this is going ok, i know most of this stuff and i finish the test and hand it in and leave and as im walking out of the building, i hear :dan?.. dan! hang on
(i turn around, shocked to see Dr. Hyser)
daniel: hey um hello
Hyser: where have you been
danwho: uh uh i've been aroun...i mean yeah i havent been in class in a few weeks
(im nervous as hell and he's standing right over me, a bit too close, so it adds to my discomfort)
dan: you came running all the way out here to see why i havent been in class?
Hyser: yeah i was wondering what you're doing taking my final if you havent been in class in awhile
me: well i read the book and um you know tried to study
Hyser: o k, well i guess you could give it the old college try..but you haven't been to discussion since October, and you've missed some lectures and i was wondering why you'd take the final
danny: i uh uh... What, i should have just given up and called this class quits?
(silence...Hyser takes a step back.)
Hyser: Welcome to college, Dan.
DPS: oh i know. i know. I have made more mistakes this semester than just this class.
Hyser: well... (walks away)
Szarejko:(turning to leave)um..sorry, i guess?

as im walking home i realized that there were so many more things i should have said..i really wanted to compliment him on his passionate lectures, and i should have asked if he meant that i had no hopes of passing the class..because there is no attendence grade except the discussion summaries that we hand in once a week and thats how he knew i havent been to discussion classes..so if i pass all the tests and papers i should still pass because the discussion class and summaries is only a small part of the grade.. but he seemed like he was insinuating that i couldnt pass so why take the final and if i wasnt so scared i would have asked those important questions but i just went blank and wanted to end the conversation as soon as possible...

so im done with finals and i still feel like shit...

joey sent me this picture that really made my day...it was from dom's graduation party..back when i used to be funny...i had completely forgotten about it..i love jokes you forget about and they come back like 6 months later out of no where...

in under a week ill be on a plane to florida

i forgot to cancel my netflix free membership so they win, they got my $20 for another month

we're supposed to get a freezing ice storm tonight and tommorow that could knock out the power lines, i will be bored out of my gourd if im here with nothing to do and no power until Fri...i mean i didnt bring a boardgame or puppets for a show...




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i thought you would enjoy these lyrics.
[info]daveythelion
2002-12-11 04:30 pm UTC (link)

Nigga can't out-stunt me when I come in these fuckin' cars, nigga
Believe that!

You know me - I don't need no introduction and shit
Ride Bentley's 'round the city on buttons, ya bitch
Arm hangin', wrist blingin' - just stun'n and shit
Drop the top
Block is hot
Stay bumpin', ya bitch
When B. Atrice get it right, don't tangle and twist it
Hit the club every night, drunk - drinkin' that Crissy
Niggas mad - don't like it 'cause I'm bangin' they bitches
When the light hit the ice, it twankle and glistens
Baby, Brian, B., Bubba - you can call me what you feel
Hoppin' out the platinum Hummer with the platinum grill
With the platinum pieces, and the platinum chains
With the platinum watches, and the platinum rings (platinum rings)
That shit ain't changed
Still doin' my thing
Still do it for the block - nuts hang and swing
You don't know another nigga that could stunt like me (stunt like me)
Big Tymers representin', nigga - the U.P.T.



I'ma a hard stun'n nigga like Evil Knievel

Jumpin' out Lex's and Hummers - showin' off for my people

I'm the # 1 stunna!

What, wh-what, what?

The # 1 stunna!

What, wh-what, what?

James Bond, Jackie Chan, and that bitch, McGiver

Private planes, Jaguars, Bentley's, and Prowlers

I'm the # 1 stunna!

What, wh-what, what?
[Baby]
The # 1 stunna!

What, wh-what, what?


All my thugs own cars - when I ride, I'm fly
We thugs, not stars - bitch, ride or die
Puttin' bricks on blocks, nigga - cooked and cut
Juvy 'bout to hold the rocks, nigga, hook it up
Diamonds on my hoes' feet - when they walk, they spark
Diamonds in my fuckin' teeth - when I talk, I spark
Don't fuck around with beef - when it start, I spark
Me and my Hot Boy creeps - when it's dark, we spark
Just bought a new car, and I was thinkin' 'bout a million
The motherfuckin' driver seat sittin' in the middle
Me and my son, Wheezy, got a house by the water
I'll be fuckin' bad bitches (bad bitches, bad bitches)


I be hittin' they daughters


I like my dick sucked fast


I like to play with them rookies


I like to fuck 'em in they ass while he beat up the pussy
I'm the number-one stunna - you don't want my shit
I'ma stunt 'til I die, bitch, the shit don't quit



Baby, pop the Crystile, and shine the jew-els
Get the Cadillac from (?) with twenty-inch L's


Boss B.,
Slow down in the Jag, you lost me


Slow down, Wayne - you know that's all on me


But you know how slow the new Rolls Royce be
Come on - you know how slow the new Rolls Royce be

Baby, give me the keys, give me the weed,
give me the G's, give me the Mack-10
Let me see happenin'
To me, these niggas last in


What's up, Boss B.
You ever got beef with a busta, you can call me
You know I keep a "blucka-blucka"
Hit 'em all week
Give me the keys to the bubble
I'm on Wall Street
Juvenile (Juvenile)


Baby, let me get the keys to the Rover Truck
Man, let me get this beef shit over, bruh


But wait,
My nigga, Baby - he live on chrome
My nigga, Baby - he get his shine on


Now, it's plain and simple, nigga
I ain't met a nigga yet
could fuck with these Cash Money Hot Boys with these cars, nigga
See that new Monte Carlo, that's hot and on fire
that my dog, Fresh, had first
We got 'em on dubs
That Lexus - the new one - that come out in 2001 with the frog eyes
I got that bitch on dubs
And that Yu- the new Yukon, that's bubble-eye
I got that bitch on dubs
And that Mercedes Wagon, with the kit, that's kitted out
look like it got frog eyes
That bitch on dubs
And I got that Benz that me and my dog bought for our bitches
We got this shit here on dubs
We all drive Bentley's on dubs
I'm tryin' to put platinum eyebrows on these hoes
I just bought me a platinum football field, nigga
Ya understand?
Don't fuck with me with these cars, nigga (at all, playboy)
We the number-one stunnas, nigga (Nigga, we don't give a fuck)
Got that Viper with them rattlin stripes, with that kit
Ya understand?
We ain't playin'
TV's in all our shit
Believe that, playboy

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