Blake Armstrong- From serenading the crowds on Broadway to leading the West High Entertainment Unit in the world-famous Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade, Blake has done it all. Blake is perhaps the single-most amazing person I have ever met in my life. I can still remember when I was a freshman and Blake was assistant drum major. God, the kids respected him. And not just the kids either, but everyone. An avid scholar at the University of Southern California, Blake aspires to become a movie director or follow his dreams on some damn fool crusade. Not too great of a fisherman, he spends most of his time working on movies and persuing other foolish endeavours. And, sorry girls, Aurelie Collin owns his heart.
Janet Lee- I got a funny story about Janet, (and Janet, I'm sure you've heard this a thousand times). Well, it seems that when I was a freshman and Janet was a junior, this little girl didn't like me very much. She just happened to mention to a few of her friends that I was a "cocky showoff", and I kinda got the impression that she, well, disliked me. Anyways, one night at a summer carnival, I spotted Janet doing one of those carnival games where, in order to win, you have to climb to the top of a very rickity ladder. Janet fell, and when she landed, I felt bad and offered to help her up. I gave my hand to her, but in outrage, she kinda pushed it away and gave me one of those "talk-to-the-hand" gestures. Suddenly, the Earth started to rumble, and two malevolent red spikes popped out of the top of Janet's head. She turned her head toward me and looked deep into my eyes with her dark, dead pupils. I felt my blood freeze in my veins, and my heart started pumping like mad. Fangs manifested themselves on the sides of Janet's mouth, and she snarled once at me before clawing at me with her giant wolverine claws and snapping at my head. I had minutes to escape before she stomped the ground and called all of her minions from Hell to rise to the Earth and disembowel me, slowly. My friends and I ran like hell out of the carnival and never looked back. Oh, but things are ok now. Once she got that excorcism, she's never been better. Janet's one of my best friends, and I can always turn to her for a piece of good advice. I call her my "big sister" in everything that I do. I owe her big time for all of the time I've spent destroying her apartment and using her valuable "resources". A raver at heart, Janet can be found at any rave or any club, dancing without regard to time or fatigue.
Makoto Ueno-I remember the first time I saw Makoto. He was a junior when I was a freshman, and I saw him for the first time band camp of my freshman year. He was a tall fellow back then with long, crazy hair and an obsession for Final Fantasy. Now...well, his hair's shorter. Makoto is one of my downest homies, and throughout the years we've taught each other a great deal of things. I've showed him tricks on the saxophone, and he's taught me things about the rest of the world that I would have never imagined. Even though he's a good two years older than me, I've never felt like Makoto was older than me, and I treat him not as if he were an older person, but as if he were my best friend in the same grade level. I still see Makoto a lot- whenever I'm down there at UCSD or whenever he's back in Torrance, we hang out, and we reminisce about old times over shots of vodka and tequila. Makoto is a man of many talents: one day, he may be snowboarding on the slopes of Mammoth, while another day he may be kicking ass at a Dance Dance Revolution Tournament. And still, on another day, Makoto might be found raving at the latest rave. I respect and admire the man a lot. If he ever needs anything, he knows who to call.
Mauricio Giraldo-This boy...this boy, he's something else. He eats ketchup with everything and anything; he makes inanimate objects come to life whenever he's bored; he picks certain movies and learns all about them so that he can quote them whenever he can find an excuse; and he's on the verge of making the Academic Probation List . But alas, Mauricio is my homie, and we've been through a lot together. Whenever I'm down in the dumps and I just need a good laugh, a quick call to Mauricio will cure whatever ails me. Mauricio is the future leader of the West High Saxophone Line, and I pray to God every night before I go to sleep that things are going to be alright. A planned-military man, Mauricio is living proof that the old fanatical saying, "Brains over Braun" is simply just that- an old, archaic bullshit saying.
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Blake Armstrong- From serenading the crowds on Broadway to leading the West High Entertainment Unit in the world-famous Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade, Blake has done it all. Blake is perhaps the single-most amazing person I have ever met in my life. I can still remember when I was a freshman and Blake was assistant drum major. God, the kids respected him. And not just the kids either, but everyone. An avid scholar at the University of Southern California, Blake aspires to become a movie director or follow his dreams on some damn fool crusade. Not too great of a fisherman, he spends most of his time working on movies and persuing other foolish endeavours. And, sorry girls, Aurelie Collin owns his heart.
Janet Lee- I got a funny story about Janet, (and Janet, I'm sure you've heard this a thousand times). Well, it seems that when I was a freshman and Janet was a junior, this little girl didn't like me very much. She just happened to mention to a few of her friends that I was a "cocky showoff", and I kinda got the impression that she, well, disliked me. Anyways, one night at a summer carnival, I spotted Janet doing one of those carnival games where, in order to win, you have to climb to the top of a very rickity ladder. Janet fell, and when she landed, I felt bad and offered to help her up. I gave my hand to her, but in outrage, she kinda pushed it away and gave me one of those "talk-to-the-hand" gestures. Suddenly, the Earth started to rumble, and two malevolent red spikes popped out of the top of Janet's head. She turned her head toward me and looked deep into my eyes with her dark, dead pupils. I felt my blood freeze in my veins, and my heart started pumping like mad. Fangs manifested themselves on the sides of Janet's mouth, and she snarled once at me before clawing at me with her giant wolverine claws and snapping at my head. I had minutes to escape before she stomped the ground and called all of her minions from Hell to rise to the Earth and disembowel me, slowly. My friends and I ran like hell out of the carnival and never looked back. Oh, but things are ok now. Once she got that excorcism, she's never been better. Janet's one of my best friends, and I can always turn to her for a piece of good advice. I call her my "big sister" in everything that I do. I owe her big time for all of the time I've spent destroying her apartment and using her valuable "resources". A raver at heart, Janet can be found at any rave or any club, dancing without regard to time or fatigue.
Makoto Ueno-I remember the first time I saw Makoto. He was a junior when I was a freshman, and I saw him for the first time band camp of my freshman year. He was a tall fellow back then with long, crazy hair and an obsession for Final Fantasy. Now...well, his hair's shorter. Makoto is one of my downest homies, and throughout the years we've taught each other a great deal of things. I've showed him tricks on the saxophone, and he's taught me things about the rest of the world that I would have never imagined. Even though he's a good two years older than me, I've never felt like Makoto was older than me, and I treat him not as if he were an older person, but as if he were my best friend in the same grade level. I still see Makoto a lot- whenever I'm down there at UCSD or whenever he's back in Torrance, we hang out, and we reminisce about old times over shots of vodka and tequila. Makoto is a man of many talents: one day, he may be snowboarding on the slopes of Mammoth, while another day he may be kicking ass at a Dance Dance Revolution Tournament. And still, on another day, Makoto might be found raving at the latest rave. I respect and admire the man a lot. If he ever needs anything, he knows who to call.
Mauricio Giraldo-This boy...this boy, he's something else. He eats ketchup with everything and anything; he makes inanimate objects come to life whenever he's bored; he picks certain movies and learns all about them so that he can quote them whenever he can find an excuse; and he's on the verge of making the Academic Probation List . But alas, Mauricio is my homie, and we've been through a lot together. Whenever I'm down in the dumps and I just need a good laugh, a quick call to Mauricio will cure whatever ails me. Mauricio is the future leader of the West High Saxophone Line, and I pray to God every night before I go to sleep that things are going to be alright. A planned-military man, Mauricio is living proof that the old fanatical saying, "Brains over Braun" is simply just that- an old, archaic bullshit saying.
