Senior Will

As a senior I will the ways of the ap stylebook to Sloat.
I will my debate skills to the incoming freshman debaters.
I will my chill attitude to Michael H.
I will my parking spot to my little brother and sister who will be joining him next year.
I will my crappy ol' beater laptop to my sister.

Leaving

I'm the most depressed about leaving my fellow paintballers. I'm going to have to find a new crew to play with on my island.

I'm also going to miss my Grandma who lives next door to me. Grandmas kick butt!
I guess I'll sort of miss my family... but I'm sure I will still talk to them plenty through texting or phone calls or e-mails.

But, I'm looking forward to Creighton. I've spent more time day dreaming about being there then feeling sad for leaving people behind.

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What I want for Easter

I want a new paintball belt with two pods and a holder for my compressed air tank. I would also like a remote for my tank. And a new mask would be lovely! However, this all costs about $80. So i'll prlly be buying mostly all of it for my own Easter present to myself.

Natural Disaster

I would grab my diabetic lunchbox filled with diabetes supplies, snacks and water. I would grab my cell phone, itouch, laptop, blankey and my grandpa's golden watch. I suppose I would grab a flashlight, batteries and some matches.

Hurt Feelings =(

Theres only one thing worse than getting your feelings hurt, not having feelings. I think we should take a moment of silence for all the zombies without feelings.
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Bang! Moment over as I shotgun blast a zombie's face off. Yesterday, I downloaded this game called Zombieville USA for my iTouch. In the game you are the only person left alive and you must kill zombies to survive. There are 10 different weapons to choose from for maximum zombie killing fun. Shred those mindless freaks into meatsauce with a chainsaw or blow them to pieces with a missile launcher. No matter how you play, this game is highly addicting and I recommend it to any one!

Ye Good Ole Days

Back in the day, Alec Richards and I were the most awesome kids at Linden Elementary. We started a business selling 25 cent toys. We'd knock the price up on the most common ones by a nickel or so. The rarest ones were sold for a whole dollar or more! We sold them throughout the Fourth and Fifth grade. Our teacher in fourth grade decided that she wanted to teach fifth grade so we were lucky and had her for two years in a row. During the course of the two years our business racked up around $50 or more. We used to keep the money in a safe in the clubhouse in Alec's backyard. We began admitting people to the club for a small fee. In the club we made comics, sold the 25 cent toys, gambled, and traded and sold pokemon cards. The money we made was kept in a small safe that only Alec and I knew the combonation to. On A Dark Rainy Night, when Alec's family was on vacation, a friend named Pierce and I broke into the clubhouse and took all the money. We placed it in a lightbulb box and buried it in my neighbor's backyard. To this day, we have not recovered the money.

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Wilson

I won a blacklight

The last Younglife of my life took place last thursday night. It is sad to watch a club die because of the current economic problems. (I sure hope Obama's magic job wand fixes the economy soon.) But back to the story: It was the last night of club ever. Younglife was a great club! I went to camp my freshman and sophomore years to Crooked Creek Camp in Colorado. Both trips were definitely the high-light of my freshman and sophomore years. I made sooo many friends from all over. I still talk to a lot of girls from out of state today on Facebook. =] Well the last club consisted of all the norms. We sang popular radio songs and gospel songs. Next, we had a lottery. Blake, the leader, was giving away about any thing he could find. I won a blacklight. =] Then, the gospel story. And after that we played elbow tag for the rest of the night. Goodbye Younglife :(

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Wilson