Win a Prom Date with Anton!

Win a Prom Date with Anton!

OK ladies, here's the challenge. Write a one page essay that makes me want to escort you to prom.

The winner will receive the royal treatment: an all-expenses paid dinner at May Lee's in Tam Valley Junction and a prom ticket. I'll also throw in a corsage as long as you agree to not place it between your breasts or on your head.

Here are the contest rules/requirements:

1. Don't cheat. No plagiarizing.

2. Don't write me something that isn't funny.

3. Don't write about something that is common knowledge around here (ex: Safeway)

4. Don't dress slutty when you hand me the essay, that gets you no bonus points with the contest, or in real life.

5. It has to be one page, double-spaced, in 12 point font (if you complain about this, you will be ejected from the contest).

6. Basically, write something that's original.

Essays that make me nervous get double points. Essays that are boring get boring points, and essays that can't be finished even with the double spacing requirement get used as tissues.

All entries must be received by May 16, 2010 at 12:00am PST.

Have fun ladies!

got me a rap about myself, yes i did.

my flow so cold like eskimo, n my homies on the block like geometry so define the young nigga standing next to me, his names anton an he as chill as anti freeze. yee

he puts along like a puttin volkswagen, in fact his last name is spelled like tht n shit, but he a shy boi, nigga go hard doe like bambi mothafucka. AND NIGGAZ DUNT MEZZ WIT A BAMBI MOFUCKA

yeah so get at him ladies cuz he dont bite, unlike a vampire that prowls at night,

cuz he dont fuck wit da homo twlight, he as hard as a GSPOT HITTA

n he aint no quitta, cuz he goez hard in the streets of ill valley, n hits licks on bitches who named salley. so stand back cuz he gon jump, straight out the trunk where he hits the thump, the bass so loud like rock n roll, n when u pass best believe that thers toll

but he dont pay that shit, cuz he be takin the 70 bus which pays the toll for him. yadadai comprende? he be a fast food lover, but he dont gain no weight, because to be hard, you gottta have a fast metabolism, ya hear?

fasho doe n u no i got mo' doe than bank of america, yea my spits lyricah, the smoke so irie bustin these lungs, n my girl bout to be bustin my nuts, oh yeee!

(i got more beef and rice then you.)

im back. everyone's still the same.

...for awhile i didnt really feel like posting anything. because nothing was new, and well no shit. nothing really happened in the months that i stopped posting, just the same old stuff. so yes, there were times where i considered deleting this. but then i remembered the main reason why im doing this. its for my senior year, what its like, and how its from my perspective.

sure, the attention was nice, but like every thing that's "hot gossip" at tam, it goes away as soon as the people get "bored" of it. so i guess im simply updating this for my own sake, not for others.

so here we are, its the second semester of my senior year. my classes are pretty much easy. i've got 5 anyway. poetry is simple, i just write down experiences that i've had at shows i've been to. the teacher loves it and thinks i have a talent for it, i know i do, i just don't push myself. i mean, i am shy. all my other classes consist of me either sleeping, or staring at the whiteboard pretending that i'm paying attention to whats being taught, but all i'm thinking of is how awesome its going to be to get out of here. no more kids (mainly freshmen) screaming at each other about how they haven't seen each other since last night, on facebook. no more "gangstas" talking about the same func that happened last weekend, or however many mokes they took.

like, not much is going on right now, its probably due to the fact that i have no bicycle, a slightly broken ipod, no lady, and a shitload of graduation outcomes to meet that i haven't yet. winter formal is 40 bucks and theres no fucking free food, just appetizers, but your usually supposed to have dinner after..lolwut? and no chick wants to go with me most likely because i shave wrong and leave little patches of hair all over my face. or because "i'm weird" wow, that's original.

honestly, i just wanna ride my bicycle and scream. for a long time.

party. party.party. new years.

lets all go out on a bang. i shall be getting a flip camera from the library as soon as we get back from break anddd, then i shall embark on a new thing called "a documentary" all about, well you know.

chapter twelve: high school rival's

redwood high school, a school that for some reason, gets a lot of crap from our lovely little school tam.

i never understood it, at first i thought it only applied to the fact that we both have highly ranked (i guess...) football teams and basketball and whatever else. because people would get so worked up over the fact that we would be facing "redwood deadwood" (in football, actually now that i think about it we only get pumped whenever we are facing them.) like people would go "ape-shit" if we were up against them in any sport.

but of course as i started to think about it. i soon learned that "redwood" is exactly like "tam" its just the kids over there have more money, so therefore they can afford better cars. there are people who say that every girl over there is a "bop" and no this doesn't just apply to the freshmen grade. and both schools call each other "hella gay" even though people from both schools go to the same functions every weekend. and ive heard people from tam give me their reason for why they call them "hella gay" and yeah sure, i understand and all...but like thats the most shallow reason to go "ape-shit" over someone else. at least someone who goes to that school.

WHY CANT WE BE FRIENDSSS?????

chapter eleven: the "recycled" weekends.

i find it funny that the only things going on during the weekends are, "functions" and things like "Friction" or "schmobbin" around mill valley. i don't get it either, people just get super fucked up, for two days straight, then when the weekdays come around they just talk about how fucked up they were and then the next weekend pops up and they just do it again. its the worst cycle i've ever seen. and yet everyone sorry i mean "ery-one" takes pride in this. and those MYC dances? its just packing people in a gym that has shitty air-conditioning and "freak dancing" to some DJ that's playing the same techno songs, or club songs from 5 or 1 year ago, then to think they are smart they "play the songs backwards!" oh my gawd!! that's awesome! i really wouldn't wanna "freak dance" with a lady who's obviously had too much to drink or is just sweaty. (its pretty common for kids who think they are "cool" to "smuggle in" substances or hard liquor to these dances/functions)

but there are the people who only party on friday/saturday then sunday its homework day. now this seriously confuses me, its like if you have a hangover, why would you want to do homework?

usually what i do on weekends is complain about how i have no bicycle but dont do anything about it. (hopefully this is going to change on saturday) or just listen to music. or go to happy donut. sorry im not part of the "cool kids club" getting wasted while pondering what they will do for the next 3 years. which is most likely nothing.

...getting stuck.

i'm stuck right now, so i guess i need to take a break. its not really "writers block" its more like "lack of info" but that could just be on my part...anyway, ill be posting when i feel i have enough stuff to post about.