I got a 5 on my AP Chemistry test.  Woooooooot.  What now Mr Alsin? I love ya man!!!

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I was on Mission trip in Anniston Alabama.  I repaired a rotted window, installed an air conditioning unit, put down bathroom flooring, installed screens, painted a house, mowed and gardened a church lawn, burned my thumb very badly on a lawn mower, painted a complete set of choir chairs white, mopped an entire sanctuary, took care of some kids at a YMCA, painted a prayer room, and some of the best times of my life being with my best of friends.  I would really like to talk to some one about it.

I just got back from my aunt's lake house, which was amazingly wicked.  I beat the crap out of myself on a jet ski and did some things with fireworks that were probably grade A stupid.

Before this fun endeavor with my family I to Camp Barnabus.  I took care of a deaf and slightly autistic kid for a week.  I am not thorough in sign language now, but certainly know a lot of it.  Woop, I think that makes me just a little cultured now.

I just got my SAT II test scores back, just like Mukul.  Check us out.  Boo-yah shout out to my home-dawg.  OK

English (keep in mind I suck at English)= 700

History (first and only time thanks will go out to Mrs. Domoney)= 710

Chemistry (Oh, yeah finally something I enjoy)= 760

Now that was a productive morning in a room filled with a high asian population.

Well, well, well.  DJ Kennedy finaly has some new material to work with.

A funny thing happened when I got up this morning.  I woke up and turned my alarm off because I am usually the first one up and I didn't want to disturb anyone else.  I grogged and squinted and finally built up enough energy to roll over off of my bed and put my feet on the floor.  Well, I let my eyes adjust and then stood myself up enough to walk to my bathroom.

I had walked three steps and smelt something funny, and when I put my foot down right at the entrance to my bathroom I found out what it was: Water.  I had put my foot down in a pool of water on my carpet.  At this point I go into denial and try to tell myself that nothing is wrong.  I step further inside my bathroom to find that a fissure has gone all the way up the tank of my TOILET.  It had been leaking all night.  It had completely soaked everything, even through the walls.  As if the devil hadn't burned me enough with his magnifying glass of doom, a horrible thought came over me.  My room is on the TOP floor.

I run downstairs and to my dismay I find that the ceiling is pouring out water onto my living room faster than it was leaking out of my toilet.  This small tropical storm has made an inverted lake on the ceiling of my living room and is forming its complimentary large puddle on my living room floor.  Right when I think that this can't get any worse I go downstairs to the basement to get some towels and as soon as I come off the steps and hit the basement carpet, "Squish".  The basement didn't want to miss out on the torment of DJ so it joined in on the fun too.  Only the basement took a new and creative approach, it decided to try and trap the water in a big bowl made out of none other than the ceiling.  This was really "neat" because it caused the drywall of my ceiling to dip so low that  I could not walk/swim under it without ducking.  But, when the ceiling bowl could no longer hold the water that it had accumulated from the other two floors, it ripped a hole in the bottom of the bowl letting a waterfall dispense on the basement carpet.

Now my father blames this entire thing on me because it was my toilet that spontaneously combusted, so DJ Kennedy might no longer be able to use the name obnoxious red aztec because his father wishes to sell his beloved alien-mobile for the dollar deductable that we will have to pay to the insurance company for repairs on all three floors of the house.  Thank god that the CEMENT from my BASEMENT stopped all the water.  Yes, now I do not look at things as the glass is half full, but instead the parallel negative, and much more appropriate " the HOUSE is half full".

Tell me of your laughter because I realize that something this catastrophic could only happen to someone like me.

So, wow, this weekend was great.  I relate this weekend to a relay.  Not a relay that pits one team against another, but a relay that is run simply for the pleasure of finding the team's best time.  And for clarification I am the baton.

It started on Thursday when I got out of school.  First Spanker Tanker and I started the race at the whistle.  The whistle was that of my psycho tennis coach Munsin.  But, I do owe something to that man.  He is improving my beautiful body with every workout.  Well, Tank and I ran the first lap by playing Halo (more like me totally owning him to the point that he was totally crying on the floor from the brutal beating that I had just delivered).  Well that lap went by pretty fast until I was handed off to Joel's Birthday Party.  I bought him a beenie that he said he was only going to wear for a short period more because it said "Jaguars".  Well, the party went smoothly (having Halo previously setup, always a good move for any occasion).  Then, the baton was dropped and I went to bed to prepare for the next day.

I was picked up by the next runner with the name KU.  Yes, people I took a tour of the Engineering department at KU and it was totally kick butt.  They gave me a free key floaty and a free pair of flip-flops.  So now I am officially a nerd from head to toe.  From their I was quickly handed off to the next contender, Jewl's B-day party at Heritage Park.  I gave her a huge stuffed dog that she claims is oh so soft.  This makes me very happy because I really do live to make people smile, especially Jewlz.  Well, the swings and playground were really fun and then going to our quartet rehearsal afterwards was really fun.  This would be equivalent to the runner throwing the baton in the air and catching it again.  To end the lap, I had Michael Chang over at my house for a major butt wooping in pool.  Yes, DJ Kennedy beat an asian in pool.  The baton was put to rest again for the next exciting day.

I got up and went to solo and ensemble.  The first performance was with the BVW Quartet and I could tell we did great.  The judge was a solo cello performer so of course he was looking at me the whole time, but no pressure, my performance only decided the fate of the entire group if I made too many mistakes.  Well, that was great until my solo.  I had played this concerto a hundred times there was no way this thing was going south.  Dumb@#$!!!  I walked out of the room and nearly pushe Ms. Harris out of the way to get to my cello case because I was so disappointed in my performance that I couldn't stand to look anyone in the face.  This lap of the race went by very slowly.  I thought it would be better if I just got it out of my mind, so I went to PetSmart and volunteered helping dogs get adopted.  I had not one but two 45 pound BOXERS.  If anyone ever wants a substitute for lifting weights, I have found it.  Boxers are great around all dogs, except other boxers, so the entire time I had to hold their leashes as far apart as possible to keep them from beating each other like red headed step children.  While this mayhem was going on, Jewlz gives me a call and tells me that everything that I played in got a 1 rating I was so overjoyed that the fact that my arms were laying beside me lifeless on the floor didn't matter anymore.  Both my boxers got adopted that day, and I was already off to Ryan Gerow's B-day party.  I got him a very funny Nepoleon Dynomite shirt, nut he had not seen the movie so the shirt was a dud.  I didn't care though because the next second I found myself round 8 times around the block from a group of people trying to assault me with an airsoft gun.  I am greatly afraid of guns so this did not go over well.  Well, we finished off the evening by watching Shaun of the Dead, which was totally amazing, and then I went to bed.

That was my weekend.  My Sunday was the same as any other.  Youth Symphony and then stay up until 1:30 doing homework.  Yep, my runner was very tired at that time of night so our team did not finish with a very fast time but the race to get there was worth it.