The Diary of Anne Frank 2: Black to the holocaust

Entry Date: April 4, 2004

Postseason begins:

For those who don’t care, the Masterminds regular season has finally ended, now it’s time for the playoffs. In my final season for Geneva DeSales, Seth Austin James Pohorence finishes second in individual points. Teammate and 1550 Sat-er Nick Hollon secures the top points spot with over 500 points. So now my focus will be to win all the postseason games possible, but that may be out of reach, but then again, anything could happen.

“No, I’m not gay.”

So last Saturday I was on a date. No biggie it’s just a first date, first impression, no pressure. Bottom of the ninth, two outs. Runners at second and third, Sox trailing by one. Seth Pohorence is up to the plate, 1-4 today with a single. Moore checks the runners and delivers. Pohorence swings and sends the ball deep into the gap in left field. Petrocelli scores, here comes Yastrzemski. Yaz slides…

Sorry I got totally off topic. Might I digress. I’m just hanging out with so many new people, that I forgot most of their names. (For that I apologize) This is at Victor high, the archenemy of Troost and Canandaigua. (For that I apologize to all supports of our Lord Troost [For this apologize to God because that was total blasphemy to compare Troost to the Creator] < For this Troost condemns Seth to the fiery pits of Troost hell where you are dirt, nothing else and Troost owns all, and all that Troost owns, owns you >) So these Victor bands are just jamming at the Victor High. Two guys were fighting over who could beat who at wussy sports like tennis or Troost-ball (demonstration sport at the 1988 Olympics). I’ll name the dominant one, dude and the inferior squeak. Dude says that he can beat Squeak and Squeak counters. Then Dude jokes that Squeak has one of his testicles in his stomach. Squeak is embarrassed and denies the accusation. Dude asks him when this testicle will drop. Mayhem ensues. So after seeing some Nirvana covers and two white guys singing/rapping/dancing Hey Ya! It’s all over. My date leaves and I follow Dude to Burger King, which I think is the official cool place of Victor high. There we eat Burger King and cheat burger King out of money by taking advantage of their free refill policy. This is at 11:00 at night, so no one is there. As we are discussing our personal lives (this is really weird considering that I just meet Dude two hours ago and forgot his name, courtesy of my Crystal Meth), out of no where appears former Wade’s employee, Justin Fanizzi. He walks in with these ladies and I’m like “Whoa, Fanizzi!” He responds with a “Hey what’s up?” or something to the liking. I stupidly respond, “ I’m just here with this guy I met 2 hours ago.” Rethinking what I just said because it sounded weird I had to make a quick counter statement to negate any response from Justin. “No, but I’m not gay!” Justin was puzzled, and said “Don’t worry, I know you’ve gone out with girls before.” That was kind of dumb to say considering I was just out with a female who I’m pretty sure isn’t a male in drag. I know that she does talk like a woman but not like a man my Lola, L-O-L-A, Lola! (sorry) From there it was all a blur, probably because I was asleep.

Spring is here?

Believe it or not, that festive season of warmer weather and the budding of flowers and trees is here. Yup, spring. However, as I write this, it is snowing outside, which sucks major dong. In fact is I ever move to China, I would legally change my name to Señor Dong. Where there’s spring there’s Spring Break, where high schoolers around America party on, preparing for the big one, summer vacation. As a key contributor to the senior Project, I vow to keep a day to day journal of all my activity and inactivity during my spring break, which begins Wednesday April 7, 2004. Oh you fail to understand. Since I go to a Catholic School, I get those kick ass Christian holidays off, sucka!