| Watermelon |
[Aug. 11th, 2005|03:26 am] |
Have you ever thrown a gigantic watermelon from the top of a 30 foot incline? Well, I have. Whole story; At 1:30, after a little brief watermelon meeting at Krogers, Avi, Yair and I decide the watermelon's fate of rolling it down an extremely steep incline which happens to be the roof of our school gym.(Just imagine a huge triangle). When we go to Yair's house, Avi smelled smoke around the neighborhood and decided to call the fire department. What that has to do with the watermelon, you'll soon see. Some of the neighbors wake up and come to see the 6 fire trucks and about 20 men looking around for the source of the smoke. We see Shlomo walk out and invite him to our escapade. The fire trucks leave and we go to Yair's house were the watermelon is sitting next to the mailbox. We then walk to the back of the school in order to get a better start getting up the roof (which has a steep slope). First, Yair climbs to the starting point above the bathrooms. We had him the watermelon from the kindergarten playground. So, Yair is on top of bathrooms which is about 9 feet high, Takes a run from the flat roof that goes straight to the incline, and makes it about 15 feet up. He's totally out of breath. Then he tries it again and fails. Then i go up and test it out and its particularly tough. We try to think of different ways to get it up there. I hopped of the bathroom roof to get a little plastic wheelbarrow which in no way helped our cause. Avi decides to call it quits and wants us to throw the watermelon from 9 feet up. The rest of us were NOT going to stand for it. Shlomo gets the good idea to bring it up on a backpack as to free up the hands of the person climbing. Shlomo and i go to Yair's house and get one of his bags and stuff the watermelon in it. Yair and I are now up top the bathroom roof. Yair gives it about 3 good tries but fails to reach the top every time. Then, Shlomo tries it a few times but can't make it. But we realize his shoes have very good grip. The only problem is that they keep slipping off his feet when it gets higher up the slant. Since he wears a 9 and I wear a 13, there's no way they'd slip off me. I put the shoes on which fit like my socks (very tight). Then, Yair and I came up with a game plan. I would go up first and grab the chimney at about 27 feet up where i could reach the top and have one foot based on the chimney and one foot as something for Yair to grab onto when he would be struggling to make the top. So with the well gripping shoes, I climb up to the chimney with quite ease. I grab the chimney and position myself for Yair to grab my leg. Yair takes a running start with the watermelon on his back and after slipping a bit, he gathers his strength and reaches my foot. He then goes to climbing up my foot while I move my foot upwards, bringing him to the top of the chimney. From their we each finally get to the way top where we can see Shlomo and Avi on the other side of the slope waiting to see the main event. So Yair and I 30 feet up an incline take the watermelon out of the bag. Both of us drenching with sweat and with tar and gravel from the roof on our hands, we give the watermelon a slight push and watch as it rolls down 30 feet and explodes as it hits the ground, spraying chunks of watermelon all over the place. For the hour it took us for the whole event to take place, I'd say it was definitely worth it. I can never remember laughing so hard in my life as Yair and I slid down the side of the roof we climbed up. After, we came and reaped the benefits of our labor. You see, all we really wanted was to get the watermelon open and none of us had any knives or any way of getting it open. So obviously, the only way to get it open was to roll it down a 30 foot steep roof. That i must say is going down in my record books. |
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| Last Game |
[Apr. 18th, 2005|11:40 pm] |
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We won the Last game of the season, and the last game of my high school career. We're now BBYO champs after a three year drought. Its quite a way to go out.
Now i just got to get ready to go to AZ for Peasach. Its such a great time. I wish i could tan out there, but ill just get burned. Its funny because my cousin has the same complexion as me and tries to get tanned but just ends up getting burned. One time, she didnt put on any sun tan lotion and we went on this long arduous hike. So after we were done, she had these bubbles on her arms and chest full of water. It was the sickest thing i have ever seen. I didnt really want to say anything so i just avoided eye contact with her. She's a really smart person, but she has to realize that she cannot get tanned. She burns up and turns completely red.
If you want to see where im staying, go to www.fairmont.com/scottsdale/ Thats right. The same place where i got into a fight with Jessica Simpson. That was a great time. Maybe you've seen the newly-weds episode where they're staying at my hotel. I highly doubt that she's coming back, but there will always be another celebrity i can annoy. Actually, during the Atlanta Spring Regional 3 years ago, a celebrity was annoying me. Omar Epps from behind the ropes and love and basketball. I saw him and thought it was cool to talk to a famous actor. But i was wrong, He wouldnt let me go back to the banquet. I didnt want to be rude so i stayed and heard him talk for about 30 minutes. That was the worst celebrity experience ever. Speaking of celebrities, my cousin was in an episode of the OC if you ever watch it. I dont, but i heard he was in a flashback scene of this guy thinking about when he was playing with a rocking horse or something inside an airport. Maybe if any of yall know you could tell me what that was all about.
I got to go
I LOVE YOU LIKE WATER.
I CAN REMEMBER HOW YOU TASTED THAT NIGHT. |
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| Yu |
[Apr. 17th, 2005|09:20 pm] |
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Yall, should check out Macslive,com. I won the scoring championship, Made all-star honors, and was rated one of the best players in YU. They might even have some pictures. I think it was a good way to end my senior year. Now we're about to win the BBYO championship. This will be my last high school game ever. Once we win this, I think it will cap off a good 4 years. Now i just have to get ready to play collegiate ball.
Also,
good NCSY project for Tzdaka. I dont know if this is an original idea, but it hit me when i took a butt-load of change to be changed into cash. I thought that instead doing that, i could put all my loose change in a Tzadaka box. Its so easy to do. Every day when you come home and your wallet or purse has all that loose change in it from the day, all you have to do is dump it in the box. Its just a really simple way to do a Mitzvah. If you really want to make it big, you could all do a group effort, like pick one charity and all of you put all the money together to one good cause. Good Idea?
Daniel |
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| IM IN` |
[Feb. 17th, 2005|11:01 am] |
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| | OPETH | ] |
I JUST GOT INTO BINGHAMTON! FINALLY.
Its pretty relieving. I think I'm going back up to visit in May or June. I had a lot of firsts there. First kegger, first frat party, first (something i can't say), first all around real college experience. It was a great time there. They have a huge chabbad house.
Right now I've been training my ass off with a trainer. Right now, my muscles are shaking non stop and i love it. It was a very intense 2 hour workout. there was one exercise that totally wore me out. I had to stay in a push-up position and move myself from one end of the gym in sets of three walks, then do three push-ups and start walking on my hands again, without collapsing(i did a few times). It took so much out of me. It felt so good.
But if i want to play BBALL at Binghamton, this is what i have to do. WORK MY ASS OFF NON-STOP.
Now i have to make up my mind where ill be in Israel; the Golan or Jerusalem on the Young Judea program. If i go to the Golan, ill be with my best friend, but i wont be able to get college credit or interact with all of israel. If i go on Young Judea, ill be able to work with Israel, learn, and get college credit. But still, I'm stuck. Help ME!
23 HSEY
DID YOUR BIRDS GET MARRIED???? |
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| (no subject) |
[Feb. 15th, 2005|12:12 pm] |
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Here's a story you'll all enjoy (especially you Zev)
So I'm staying at a really religious family's house for a Shabbaton in Savannah this year. We just got back from a pretty intense Havdallah. People were dancing and going crazy. I was getting disgusting (sweating in a suit). I really needed a shower. I didnt have any shampoo with me though, so I had to use theirs. It turned out that they didn't have any shampoo in the shower i was at. I didn't want to go out and ask them cause i was butt naked and i was too lazy to put my clothes back on. So i looked around the whole bathroom for some sort of soap. I looked through every drawer and cabinet but i couldn't find anything; until i finally found two bottles in the closet. I was relieved cause i really needed it. I pour the shampoo in my hand to find i very water substance come out. I was confused. But it lathered up and it was fine (or so i thought). Then i used the conditioner. That was weird because it was in a spray bottle. I had never seen anything like it before. I didn't care tough. I needed it. The two bottles were striking my interest; so i looked at the bottle. I read the label. It was none i've ever heard of before. I looked at the back of the bottle and dropped it to the floor in shock. What i found it to be was whig shampoo. I was washing my hair with whig shampoo! the back of the bottle said, Apply to whig liberally. It was so nasty.
Any comments or questions, you know where to write. Thanks for your time. Zevvy is peeing himself now! |
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| STUCK UP |
[Feb. 12th, 2005|12:03 pm] |
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UPTiGht. I'm The Nag With a Gun. All Night. Suicides Last Call. UpTigHt, All Night.
I miss Israel/Cruise
Are you looking down on me right now?
I feel your presence beem down
Watching you get ill, it changed our lives
Your hand went limp and we cried
I didn't realize you had to go
Emotionless overflow
I wish I had the chance to tell you I'm so sorry
Do you hear me pray to you?
I'm thinking of you
Do you hear me pray to you?
I'm thinking of you
I know that you are in a better place
Somewhere that you can escape
I'm looking for a sign from up above
That you still care and have love
I was really young and didn't know
The pain took over your soul
I wish I had the chance to tell you, I'm so sorry
Do you hear me pray to you?
I'm thinking of you
Do you hear me pray to you?
I'm thinking of you
Work harder
For nothing
To find you
I'm sorry
Work harder
For nothing at all
To find you
You're nowhere
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I'm thinking of you
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I'm thinking of you |
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| I'm in again |
[Feb. 11th, 2005|11:06 am] |
Once again, I'm in another college that i dont really want to go to. I dont know how good a school RUTGERS is. But is another option now. I'm still waiting for Binghamton, Rochester, and American. If i get into one of those schools i'll be fine. It'll just be tough to wait.
I just got back from Baltimore for a Basketball tournament. We got 3rd. I got on the all tournament team. I averaged the most points and rebounds of any player (28 and 12 a game). Towsend college was there. I talked to the coach for a while. It was quite a rush. That was the school Tamir Goodman went to. I still need a lot of work. The last game against a team from New Jersey, i think they were JEC, i went 15 for 17 from the field. thats 88% shooting. along with 14 rebounds and 5 assists. i went 4 for 4 from the arc. i wound up with 37 points officially that game. I never played a better game in my life.
PUT IT IN THE BOOKS, ITS OVER.
If you really loved me, you would know.
YOU SURE AS HELL DON'T!
YESH32 |
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| Past |
[Jan. 13th, 2005|12:45 am] |
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I'm Now having what all my teachers call, senioritis. That is when you know you're so close to finally getting out but you still happen to be at school. All I know is that after I'm done, people say that college will be a breeze compared to what I'm doing now. My principle comes up to me yesterday wondering why I didnt decide to take AP Biology. I stared at him blankly for a few seconds and then started to laugh. 4 APs in one year would probably burry me in my room.
I keep telling myself that taking this shit will help me later in college. But why should I do all this. I want to go through 4 years of college. I want to have a real "senior year" like everyone else and just take bullshit courses and have fun in my last year.
But nope. Not me.
Now it's almost mid-terms and I'm losing my mind. I snap at everything. It's only Thursday and the clock is ticking down. I don't even know where to start. I'm looking down at a huge pile of books wondering where to begin.
I Think ill start by going to sleep |
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| (no subject) |
[Jan. 2nd, 2005|11:54 pm] |
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Emptiness.
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Charred from bad choices.
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| ANYTHING |
[Dec. 17th, 2004|12:00 am] |
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ANYTHING ON YOUR MIND
CALL ME
901-830-6422 |
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| LEFT BEHIND |
[Dec. 12th, 2004|11:46 pm] |
AM I SUPPOSED TO BE NICE. WHAT WOULD YOU THINK IF I WERE TO FUCKING SNAP?
im on the verge. people push my wrong buttons. back a pitbull in a corner, hes going to attack you.
my nerves are on fire!
WHAT IF WE STOP PRETENDING?
WHAT IF WE WERE TO SHOW OUR TRUE SELVES TO THE WORLD? |
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| Season |
[Dec. 7th, 2004|11:54 pm] |
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Basketball Season starts Thursday. That will mark the first game of my senior year. And I've never been so nervous. I have a scout thats comming to watch me. I've never been under that kind of pressure. I've been working on my shot all week. I get someone to rebound my shots for about 3 hours whenever i get the chance. Its really helping. This is my chance to be able to play basketball in college. This is my dream. To play for a college team be it D1 to D3. I dont care. As long as im on a team. I got one day left to work before its time. I have a team practice and then im going strait to the gym. I have to be ready, AND I WILL.
WISH ME LUCK
YESHMAC32 |
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| Over My Eyes |
[Dec. 6th, 2004|08:42 pm] |
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| |  confused | ] |
THE DRAPERY FALLS Please remedy my confusion
And thrust me back to the day
The silence of your seclusion
Brings night into all you say
Pull me down again
And guide me into pain
I'm counting nocturnal hours
Drowned visions in haunted sleep
Faint flickering of your powers
Leaks out to show what you keep
Pull me down again
And guide me into
There is failure inside
This test I can't persist
Kept back by the enigma
No criterias demanded here
Deadly patterns made my wreath
Prosperous in your ways
Pale ghost in the corner
Pouring a caress on your shoulder
Puzzled by shrewd innocence
Runs a thick tide beneath
Ushered into inner graves
Nails bleeding from the struggle
It is the end for the weak at heart
Always the same
A lullaby for the ones who've lost all
Reeling inside
My gleaming eye in your necklace reflects
Stare of primal regrets
You turn your back and you walk away
Never again
Spiralling to the ground below
Like Autumn leaves left in the wake to fade
away
Waking up to your sound again
And lapse into the ways of misery
Listen to this song in PITCH BLACK
let go of all your thoughts
and sink into your bed |
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| Its weird |
[Sep. 9th, 2004|12:03 am] |
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Is it strange. People call you up. You talk for an hour. You feel connected. You have a sense of trust. SOmeone trusts you with their feelings and time. Most people have that. Is it strange if you dont; If you have plenty of friends none of them real? Just there. at school, hang out, go home. Call Log; 0 missed. 0 messages. you are not there. You try to be the most humble person you can be. You do so much for your friends. take them to movies, to abandoned hospitals, to hang outs, to smoke, to drink, to enjoy life. Afterward, you are just a caytalist, nothing else. Is it weird? to have the car. To have the places? next day, you see your "friends" with everyone else you took, together, with someone missing. "ME." after all of that. I cannot grasp it. my toes curl. my fists clinch. but i hold back. just broken. it comes out now. any feeling. no one is here to listen. no one to back me up. no holding point. no protection. after all the lies ive told myself. truth is a bitch, no? memphis catch 22. friends that arent friends. |
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| heart broken |
[Sep. 8th, 2004|11:52 pm] |
You know its hard getting put down by someone you know and respect. Having spent so much time with one person and giving them all of your love, it pretty hard to take rejection. Being led by a leash into a blender is painful. Its even harder when you have no one except a journal to write into. In memphis, what you say always comes back to you in a different form. I tell one of my "friends" something, it gets out the next day as something else. I've asked her to call me two weeks ago. No call. Ive seen her at social events, in resturaunts, and with my "friends". still no response. Being ignored is not fun. Being told you are uninteresting. after all that you have done. Only excuse. YOU ARE NOT INTERESTING ANYMORE. used like a tissue.; just thrown out. No one to lean on; to spill my guts out.
It just hurts like no pain the body can experience. theres something different about this pain. A slight emptiness. a shallow sting in the heart. i can say no more |
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| T-Tak Baack |
[Oct. 16th, 2003|01:42 am] |
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| [ | music |
| | gorillaz | ] |
2 days in a row ive been getting pain in my left ear. i dont know why but its really bothering me. if anyone is a physician or an ear profesional, id really appreciate your imput. |
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