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Got my napsack on my back. [May. 19th, 2006|09:54 am]
[Feelings |excitedexcited]

Dick's bag was all packed for the road trip. He looked into it again surveying the contents: porn mags, condoms, lucky boxers, 5 sort of clean t-shirts and 1/5 of tequila. The bag was overflowing, so he crammed it all down with his hand one last time. If he forgot anything, he would just buy it. He hoped that Logan would be willing to stop, so they could get more booze, because that wasn't going to last him the first day.

"Heya, Beaver, you all packed?" he shouted down the hall to his brother.

"Yep," Beaver said back. He looked down at his perfectly packed suitcase. A pair of underwear, bottom, top and socks for everyday, along with a neat container of toiletries. Each thing had been folded in a neat square in its own area of the suitcase. He checked everything one last time and lugged the suitcase towards his brother's room.

"I'm ready. Should we head on over to Logan's now?" Beaver asked.

"Dude, if we leave now, we are going to be on time. Let's stop by McD's first for some grub and then we can head over there. I got a hangover I need to kill," Dick said with a grunt.

They tossed everything in the car, grabbed some food and made their way to Logan's. In the driveway, there was one green Volkswagen bug, one yellow Xterra and Veronica's car.

"When is Logan going to buy that chick a new car? It's such a piece of shit, I can't even be seen with 20 feet of it," Dick complained, as they walked towards the front door.

Beaver rolled his eyes and made for the door.

"Did you take that purity test thing that was floating around school, bro? I bet you scored like 500 percent pure?" Dick said as he hauled his backpack over his shoulder. His brother was such a geek.

Beaver shook his head, "Didn't take it. I did hear that Veronica scored like an 8 or something."

"Sweet." Dick said with a laugh and pushed Beaver to the side and rang the doorbell, just as the door was opening.
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Dick does a meme [Mar. 21st, 2006|01:45 pm]
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I can't believe that I am writing in this stupid thing. Where is Logan? He was supposed to be here over an hour ago for Playstation and video games.

Dick sat back on the couch and fiddled with his shoelace. Logan better get here soon or he was calling Madison for some sexin'.
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Burritos and Babes. [Mar. 14th, 2006|09:43 am]
[Feelings |hungryhungry]

Dick made it a point every day to saunter across the school's quad like he owned it. Some days he had dreams that he did own it and that he would totally tear it down. That was usually during math class. He hated math class witha burning passion that rivaled the PCHers and hired help.

In fact, there was only one good thing about being in math class and that was Shelley Pomroy's boobs. She sat just in front of him and he liked to watch them bounce as she leaned over her work or raised her hand to answer a question. That girl liked tight low-cut shirts and Dick liked that about her. Today her shirt seemed even lower than normal. Dick smiled in approval and leaned forward to get lost in her rack.

His stupor of focus on Shelley's boobs ended when the bell rang. Lunch time. The best time of the day. What to order today? His mouth said pizza, but his heart said burritos.

Time to consult Logan. He was good at decision making on such a complicated topic. Dick picked up his backpack and walked out towards the 09'er tables. He spotted Logan sitting by himself at one of the tables.

"What's on the menu today, dude?" Dick said with a smile at Logan.
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Under Pressure. [Mar. 14th, 2006|09:23 am]
[Feelings |hungryhungry]

Beaver sat attentively in his Russian lit class. He loved Russian lit, because it was full of bleakness, icey winters and work camps. The sort of thing that didn't exist in the world of Neptune, California. Drinking in knowledge and getting lost in other people's worlds, was one of Beaver's favorite pastimes. Not that being the runner-up as an heir to millions was a bad thing, but it wasn't enough. He wanted to know how other people lived, how it was to be one of the have-nots of the world and to actually experience hardship. Well, hardship that wasn't just your brother beating the crap out of you for touching his Playstation or taking the last Oreo cookie. Real hardship.

The class had been reading One Day in the Life of Ivan Denisovich. Ivan had to hide his bread in his mattress, sneak tiny bits of metal for useful contraband and put his life in danger for a bit of sausage. Beaver could hardly fathom what starving was like and this window into another world was what kept him grounded, involved. Dick said it would turn him into a social worker, but Beaver just kept quiet and horded his knowledge like Ivan and his extra rations.

The bell rang loudly and the teacher dismissed them. Lunch. He grabbed his bag and headed to the quad to see what Dick would pick today. The ever complicated debate on whether to eat burritos or pizza would be reaching its heights of disagreements in about five minutes.
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