I got an email today from the xanga corporation, stating how much they miss me and how much my posts brought tremendous amounts of traffic to their site. As an act of gratuity, here is a post. The xanga marketing team may email me to get the address as to where the appropriate royalty checks should be sent.

I have survived three months of my first quarter in college; and it is awesome. My achievements are monumental. In fact, monuments will be built in comemmoration.

Anywho, to those who still read their xanga subscriptions, I wish each and everyone of y'all a Merry Christmas.

Yes, I'm watching each and every one of you. If you're nice, I will reward you. If you're naughty I have a baseball bat with a rusty nail in it, ready to vigilantize. I'm like Santa, but cooler-- and more justified. New holiday tradition perhaps? It might make a good TV sitcom.....take it slow Marcus, one great idea at a time....

Updating my xanga, is a tax on my interests. I’ve lost so much awareness on it. But, I suppose it’s worth putting down some sentimental memories fo’ keeps.

I mean, this xanga is the chronicle of my post-freshman years. And that holds strong importance. Now that HS has ended, it takes more than yearbook autographs for me to remember each year. It’s fun to look back at old posts and think, “...I remember that…”, or “…I was so immature back then…”

My evolution through high school is incredibly blatant too. I sound like a whole different person from two years back. I was all up using the broken English, slang, and those funky little smiley faced emotes. Those good times always roll.

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Believe it or not, I’ve already gotten bored of typing this new entry. I was going to write a nice big one to summarize summer and post pictures, but my attentions elsewhere.

I applaud the ones who still do xanga. Your dedication is phenomenal, and keep doing it. I always enjoy getting xanga subscriptions in my email.

I’ll probably write a post when college kicks off.

I found this:

I think it's hilarious.//////

one more......

June 1^st was the big day, the final day. It was a day where high school was officially behind me. Now it’s onto bigger and better things. And in front of me is summer; a glorious summer.

I’ve done so many activities and it’s only been sixteen days since school ended. Good Lord, it’s a crazy summer. There are only two ways I can communicate my experiences. One would be to write an entry that would rival the encyclopedia. The other would be through my excellent artist skills. I’d hand draw some favorite memories. Then I’d deftly paint every single one and scan them in.

Guess which one I chose?

Yup, I worked real hard on these:

Graduated:

The man-scouts ^

My ol’ Biology groupe. I’m gonna miss fourth period ^

Hey, even Mr. Quatch came back to see us off! ^

Grad-Nite

That there is a plate of ice-cream. “Wait…You can’t eat ice cream off a plate! You lie Marcus Tang!… you Lie!” Calm down…… We just did.

Grad-Nite afterwards… about 2 AM?

Way past 2 AM: Sleep is William Wu’s bitch.

Grace’s Going-Away-Bonfire

Wood on fire.

Mike on Marcus

The sandcastle that didn’t last.

Grace herself.

Mari’s Going-Away-Bonfire

Peg-N-Mike

Eric-N-Mike

Mari Herself

The Rock and Roll Club itself

Tennis After-Party

Peg-N-Ed

Non-Tennis people who went: Felicia-N-Sachiko

Regina ( pronounced: rah-gi-nah…. That’s hilarious……probably because I’m immature )

BFD:

Yes that’s right; BFD! My second concert ever. I got to see a huge number of bands perform: Strokes, AFI, Franz Ferninand, Anti-Flag, Yellowcard, Panic at the Disco, and many more. HIM sucked. They suck live. Their songs suck. It was the only thing that made BFD suck. The lead singer wasn’t even singing into the mic. He constantly mumbled and de-articulated his words. He looked drunk.

But who cares. I got to meet : Franz Ferninand and Hard-Fi! Check yo’ socks because they just got knocked off! Heck yes! Their music was new to me, but when I listened to them at the stage, I liked what I heard. Hard-Fi’s a bunch of nice blokes.

As for Franz Ferninand, theyre cool people too. Take my word for it.

YellowCard at the stage

Hard-Fi at the stage

Line buddies: Vikki-N-James-N-Mike… waiting for autographs 

Hard-Fi: 

The guitarist and I were wearing the same shirt. Evidence that I’m one step closer to being a rockstar.

Franz Friends

Picture courtesy of Rosa

I asked the lead singer and base player to pose.

The main stage.

The indispensable Marek

The indisputable Rosa

AndrewMarekOnLawn

Look Out! Summers almost over!