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[Aug. 7th, 2007|03:08 am] |
Three A.M. Finished masturbating.
Can't Sleep.
I find so much solace in my ignorance to the volumes of text around me.
Lets me see my path, and beside
what did men do before there where quotes and books about how great they are
I'm just not down to hold the Piss bucket.
Often times I try to fill myself up with the words of another man or woman, who lived in another time or place whose experience
was similar at best.
But let that go.
Learned today that Discipline can't be Forced.
You have to cultivate it
Sometimes it takes longer for some people to acquire than others
Often times I used to find myself talking to myself about what I'm going to do
or how I'm going to start this or do that
then after it flops I tell myself again
Out loud!
Some lame excuse as to why it didn't pan out
and there
I've Bought It Again.
Caveat Emptor
I guess in the bullshit market I've been making dollars on my own crap.
Flooding the market with High hopes "what cans" and "what could be's"
and buying it back with "didn't have enough time" and "as soon as I get this done first" or
Tomorrow
Tomorrow
Tomorrow
Fuck Tomorrow, the future is costing me.
Tomorrow, the word, the idea, is a crutch
It makes me feel better
Some how, tomorrow makes letting life pass you by ok
Calm as a Hindu cow
I accept it.
I'm getting better at not talking to myself anymore
I've figured out that within me there is this flashy orator
Who looks just like me, accept he looks better in Fedoras and Aviator glasses
And he just talks and talks and talks and talks and talks and talks and talks and talks
Convincing me to start and stop my life.
So everyday I hush him just a little more
I haven’t killed 'em.
Wish I could
But he's like my best friend
and you can't kill your best friend
unless they're a Zombie, in which case blow that MF away,
It's Usually once a zombie always a zombie.
But in hushing him,
Do!
Complete!
Execute!
The sound seems to emanate from man and he also looks very similar to me,
cept he's quiet, and doesn't look like he's into fashion.
But he has these eyes
Oh man you should see these eyes
There poised
Vigilant
He scares me sometimes
His Resolve is so Massive
Those eyes
quantum singularities,
grains of rice crushing mountains
and yet he doesn't move
Doesn't speak
But his presence
I clinch my fist and gnash my teeth
I think
Why Doesn't He say Something
I stare
and he stares back
I've kept him bound too long
It's me whose hushed him
In the midst of asking myself what should be down I remember a sound
a fleeting wind
But instead I went with the artificial
The glasses and fedoras
I took his voice
I bound his limbs
But I can't take those eyes
always watching.
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[Mar. 15th, 2007|11:31 pm] |
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Don't want advice, just someone to listen. |
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| Its Getting Harder and Harder to Believe in Faries |
[Jul. 5th, 2006|11:38 pm] |
Figured out a magic trick today and as it turns out I was kinda depressed. It got me thinking, is this just the beginning of a exit out of childhood? ~shrugs~ I skipped art today and my teacher gave me, without exaggeration, the HEAT BEAMS OF DEATH! It was probablyu because I was a dick and said "have a great afternoon" as I strolled out of her classroom. It didn't even dawn on me, but as she proceeded to sear my flesh I realized my mistake. Got rained on, which was refreshing to say the least;turns out, the wind chill on a tri-rail cart -901b26W43s01d625 degrees. My mom might be moving to Phoenix. She's such a free spirit, we're in the car and she's like "I might be moving to Phoenix, you can come or stay either way I'm probably going to go". So, I'm all uh ok, I'll miss her if she goes, but it's about the same if I go to school, just she'll be a thousand miles surrounded by sand and Gila monsters. It first I was kinda sad, but I guess its apart of this growing up thing.
(in best English accent)
There are two kinds of balls in this world;
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| Food for thought |
[Jun. 10th, 2006|12:49 am] |
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For some of you who are wondering, and I know you are, because its is something that has bothered me. Where do the ugly sticks come from? and if there are sticks then there are limbs and even trees from where these sticks come from. Well folks, I've found the ugly grove, a forest if you will, it resides in the maternity ward of the Dania beach hospital. How do I know you ask. because I have never seen such a concentration of shear hideousness in all my existence. In normal societies there are pretty people and ugly people and a large portion of people in the middle, yet here it seems they have thrown genetic regularity to the wind. Never have I seen such a mockery of the human genome. I first though that the city perhaps was near a nuclear plant or maybe even an indian burial ground and everyone I I've seen is a unearthed ghoul and after driving a stake though one of their hearts I can say, they are human...in the loosest sense of the word. This is why I have decided that this almost biblical level of disfigurement can only be explained by a forest of ugly trees flourishing in all the local hospitals and upon birth the children of this area are smited by this plague by no fault of their own. Oh, and if you where born here, my condolences. |
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| Last stop |
[May. 21st, 2006|08:59 pm] |
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My final day at the GJ lounge. I have to admit I will miss my peeps a whole lot aside from them teaching me my very poor Venezuelan Spanish (mama huevos) and the hard knock life of an illegal alien, they're some of the greatest people I've been privileged to know. Me leaving them has also got me thinking about graduation (wipes the tear). I'm finally going through the I'm going to miss you sooo much motions ~shrugs~ it too shall pass, I hope and after all the sadness is wiped away, only the fond memories remain. I love you all, I wish everyone the best.
Stumbled on this and thought of you:
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[May. 16th, 2006|10:33 pm] |
So today I went in for training which started at 1 and was about 4 hours long, and since I did so well (slumps in his chair) I was asked to come back at 8 o'clock that night (tries very hard to hold that dashing smile) to take the genealogy sales course. Now I know most must be thinking it, because I thought the same, could she mean the study of ones lineage? Yet like a great employee, I smiled and asked no questions. At 8 o'clock I returned ready to I guess talk about where I was from and wondered how that would tie into selling clothes. As I entered the backroom I was greeted not with charts of the CEO's family or perhaps the founder of the company’s mother and father, but a long rack of similar denims. I was then asked what I knew of my genealogy. I responded with what I felt a reasonable answer, I said "well my dad's black... like slave black so I guess I'm kind of African and my mom is Puerto Rican so I have a bit from all over."
There was a dead silence. My manager neglected to inform me that the genealogy she was revering to was in fact jeaneology the study of denims and woven pants. Needless to say my attempt to break the silence with "uh...uh the end" and a bow was met with a deluge of laughter and finger pointing. I made an impression. The rest of the meeting was done in short breaths and the occasional chuckle when someone remembered what had just recently transpired. Looking back 3 hours later I have to say it was the highlight of my day. On another note, I'm going to try and learn French as well as Italian and Spanish, figured I could do something in my spare time. ~shrugs~ wish me luck. |
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| Turning point |
[May. 15th, 2006|05:54 pm] |
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So yes, Last Saturday marks the first day in which I purchased a book instead of food, or anything else for that matter. It was Michael Crichton's Eaters of the Dead; it the historical account from which Beowulf is based upon. I was skeptical at first but after completing it and doing a bit of research on my own I found the sources of the translation to be creditable and continuity among the references as a collective. Other than that my weekend wasn't all that great I mean I had my arm twisted in to seeing Just my Luck, and for the luck few who have no idea of what I'm talking about allow me to enlighten(retard) your minds. Its a movie in which a girl has all the luck in the world and a boy who has none, they kiss and they swap luck, the boy gets famous the girl gets poor; however, she knows not that the boy took her luck but she is like his best friend and never knows until about the end, in which case she kisses him again and gets(steals) her luck back but, she feels bad, then gives it back, she tries to leave he stops her the end and you might cry(guilty), yet you remember that its a Lindsey Lohan movie and you're trying to rationalize how you spent currency in any form to see this cinematic vomit. ^^ but really it wasn't that bad, I mean if you take it as just another chick flick its ok, good if you can catch a glimpse of Lindsey’s rack ~wink~ . On Mother’s day I was flat broke so I "lifted" some items from my job in order to get her a nice gift ~shrugs~ what can you do, sometimes the only discount that is economically viable is the one that includes five fingers. |
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[May. 11th, 2006|08:56 pm] |
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Ladies and Gents I just quit my job only to be hired at Express. Its a good feeling to know that your a desirable worker, then again I don't desire to work, so you see the conflict of interest. ~shrugs~ I'm just going to enjoy the freedom I have with the ones I love before I'm thrown back into gulag that is the american work force. I've never been more predacious than on wednesday ~wink~ good times. Planning on doing some major skipping of the school next week so its all beach all the time. It going to be soo pimp I can't wait. ^^ |
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[May. 6th, 2006|11:13 am] |
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Doing some community service hanging with my little Brother Jordan. We chilled friday, watched some movies showed him Pulp fiction, ah God I wish I had Fight Club ~chenches fist~ w/e. He such a smart kid he knows like every movie that has come into existence since he's been alive and a good amount of classics. He was all scared when he came to my house so he's all like "I can wash the dishes" and ending every statement with "are you sure?" real polite kid great house guest. I thought it was going to suck to have to be like a babysitter, but it turned out to be a real blast and a good learning experience.
P.S. Ah AP Gov't tuesday can't wait till its over. Oh and can someone show me how to use photobucket when they get a chance thank' ye kindly. ~smiles~
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| Let 'er rip |
[May. 4th, 2006|07:51 pm] |
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| | Janis Joplin- Son of a Preacher Man | ] |
Skipped skool today, doing some studying and what not. Went to an old instructor of mine and going to pick up Archery again, I'm so excited like I never bought a bow which was dumb because I feekin love the sport but he told me there is a place, which its right across the street from my house and and its on tuesday nights so I'm going to be like BAM crazy robin hood'n it up. Other than that everything has been pretty much the same, doing some studying for Gov't test so I can get that College credit. I think I plan to CLEP most of the AP's I've taken so I can get credit as electives and cut school time. Seems like a good plan as of now, that way I can say i'm too busy to work and keep the hounds(mother) off my back. Summer almost here few weeks to go, I'm so stoked. |
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| Friday Night Lights |
[Apr. 29th, 2006|05:37 pm] |
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| | Jerry Lee Lewis- Great Balls of Fire | ] |
Freaking' Gradnite, Wow it definitely was a time to remember. It started out not too bad, aside from the fact that my government teacher was coordinating the campuses meeting up before we left; now if you've never had the pleasure of meeting my government teacher let me fill you in. He is an ok guy; however, we thought he was just bad with math but it seems numbers in general are concepts that escape him. He calls me up and tells me to have everyone ready the buses just got to south campus and he should be there in about forty-five minutes and hangs up. I relay the message only for him to call me back to tell me "uh where like five minutes away, where entering the campus." Now ladies and gentlemen how do you mistake five minutes for FOURTY-five minutes, so I end up having to wrangle everyone together last minute and rush so where on time, but other than that it wasn't that bad. Once we get to the park it’s about 6:15ish and where headed to blast off, now blast-off was allegedly this amazing 3-hour knock your socks off party before gradnite. It wasn't. So after that we headed to the Magic Kingdom a place I have never been and man is that place huge. Disney is the man but anyways as where coming off the bus people sort of figure out I've never been and as where all getting off you can hear everyone screaming "06! 06!" yet everyone on my bus decides it best they sing When You Wish Upon a Star I guess for the Disney Initiation and people started singing along it was really funny. So yeah I went around rode the rides spoke to some people but Boi, the highlight of the night had to be had to be the foam party, oh sweet Jesus of Nazareth, there where something’s going on in there that I shouldn't even speak of... So I'm in there and I start dancing of whatever and I stop this chick and we start dancing, there was so much foam being poured on us that I ended the song with different girl and with my friend who was dancing with some other chick and neither of us knew how the hell it happened. Oh god there where ladies taking off their clothes and dudes getting down to their draws I mean people going buck wild and as I’m thinking how will I prove this the friend in which I spoke of earlier whips out his phone and starts getting footage. By the time that was over I had dried suds all over my body to the point when I went on splash mountain I was bubbly. That was the largest portion of my night, after that I went to see Fall Out Boy who's music is alright save that Dance Dance song which is amazing. After the concert we caught a ferry back to shore and like an invasion of teenage zombies we trekked to our buses. Once I sat down I was so comfortable it hurt. Waking up in Miami I realized I lost my phone which sucked major heuvos, yet the night was excellent and I hope everyone who goes after me has an even better time.
P.S. I found some crazy ad used by Johnson during an election yeah its called the Daisy Girl Commercial, it freaked me out completely, I went all The hills have eyes for a second. Check out the link. I’m retard so you have to copy paste it *shrugs*
http://www.pbs.org/30secondcandidate/timeline/years/1964b.html |
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| Recap |
[Apr. 26th, 2006|11:02 pm] |
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With all the imperfections and inherent flaws how do people allow themselves to be trapped by the wiles of others letting themselves be drawn into the risky domain of love?
Man I was sitting in my room today studying on the floor trying to get over the smell of the paint that freshly coated my walls and it would be fine had the painters not painted my room a soft vomity yellow. Sop as I'm studying I'm listening to a shuffle mix on my computer and my mom walks in wanting to look up some e-mail or pictures thing and while she's there I'm listening to Bright eyes; now the song is sooo emo my mom looks at me and says "life is truly precious gift and its really selfish to take it from yourself". So I’m there staring at her and as I’m trying to process what she meant to be profound advice I quirk and eyebrow and say "are you giving me a suicide talk?!" before she speaks I’m like” you know it’s on a mix, anything could pop up". So now she goes from Buddha to miss casual like no, I’m just saying that this kind of music and just then Uncle Luke cued up and the song that played was Doo Doo Brown; now for those of you who don't know who Uncle Luke is I'm going to tell you to DL Bright eyes- Padriac if you don't have it and then Uncle Luke- Doo Doo brown and play them right after one another. I swear it was the funniest thing that happened all day.
As for school got sleeping done, took an Algebra final so hopefully I passed that bad boy and chilled in the park for a bit with some friends until class started. Now while I'm walking back to class there is this girl that I just hate, I loathe her with every beat of my heart and she me so naturally where best buddies so today she’s waling by with her books and I’m posted on the wall, she was coming passes me and let slip a little sneer so in a perfect gentlemanly manner I kicked the water bottle that was dangling in her had clear across the other side of the hall and proceeded to enter math class.
Whoa now that I think about it I didn't even touch on prom and the like, well I have to say that it was a blast and I met some new people (Andrew I think you name is, your the best) and got closer to some old friends. All together despite everything it was da shiznet, I got gradnite this Friday which blows because everyone else has it Saturday but w/e I’m still going to try and have a good time. |
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| Breath of fresh air |
[Apr. 14th, 2006|09:27 pm] |
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| | Panic! At The Disco- Its Time to Dance | ] |
Man I love being black. Sometimes when you lose touch with your roots its nice to get that friendly reminder. Like I wish I could express in words how they make me feel, like even though I have no idea who they are I feel such a kinship to them. I have fallen in love with a people I know nothing about.
They complement me. |
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| A blirt *shrugs* |
[Apr. 11th, 2006|10:41 pm] |
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| | Brighteyes- No Lies Just Love | ] |
Thumbing through the singles like a smut magazine I stared at the founding fathers as if I were waiting for the money shot and it came when the final customer got his double shot Soy hold the whatever. The new guy pulled down the gate signaling me to pop the top off the jar. Twenty-two folded over, good for a Friday night more so bitter sweet however when you realize that the only thing you can look forward to is the shitty tip that’s over shadowed by the illegal wage which would push most over the edge had it not been for the irony of my employers being aliens. The 42nd click and the gate crashes to the floor.
Lock up time.
Leaving, you find that the mind is free to do some thinking so you rack your brain searching for something, perhaps profound or humorous freeing you from the routine automaton you become.
For 8 hours,
480 minutes,
28800 seconds,
You’re a slave to your necessities; you give yourself to society to do with as they please. For moments in your life you’re worth less than the milk, espresso, service with a smile cocktail you dish out.
Ever the quick walker you contemplate on how you’d like to spend this time with yourself. Clocks punched. What to do? Rubbing your pocket, eleven isn’t bad, hell any double digit after a 3 way split is pretty good considering that its averaged about two grand a night estimating that about an average of 8 bucks per transaction your looking at about 250 patrons who’s hearts hang high above their wallets. So say within those 250 people you got about 9 people who drop some change that’s about 3.60 a person rounding off to an even 11 if you take the “even-ing” units from the register. Quicker to the terminal you sit and wait amongst the rest of the capitalist lackeys. You’re greeted by those familiar steel green benches cold from the midnight air with the pattern of the metal cross-hatched so if you sit on it long enough you get those funky designs on your skin from where blood is trapped. They’re arranged in an amphitheatre fashion; semi-circle with the streets as the stage. Looking around it was more of a church; everyone sitting with expressions of exhausted faith looking to be renewed; praying to their corresponding deity of numerical or alphabetical name; the 9, the S, the E, the 4, the 99, the1. The posted signs say every 30-60mins. That’s bullshit. What these signs fail to calculate is the traffic, the number of stops, and the likelihood of someone being picked up or dropped of at these stops; so in reality you know that the time ranges from about 30-60 minutes plus or minus the bullshit factors you could careless about but affect you anyways. The time usually is bumped up about fifteen to twenty minutes for the congregation due to those who are raptured a few hours before.
Slumped there on that pew between the weary eyes of single mothers and the smoke of young bus boys praise be to 1. My deliverer has come in his chariot to take me away. Thumbing the tips perhaps instead of the nightly routine you might have a night on the town get it together what that thought is you want to occupy your head with. The breaks squeal and the doors waft open. Pulling our offering you pay and take a seat on a pew with a cushion. The bus cranks off leaving a bit of burnt rubber in the distance and as it passes behind the glass you can see the mosaic of generations that have come before you smeared and smudged over your refection.
Lights outs
It is safe to assume that the people who design these buses dim the lights as to allow riders a more pleasant atmosphere; however, if you pray to this savior the last thing you do is sleep. Had been the driver I’d put fog lights in some attempt to break that ambience of fear. Trying to fight the sleep I watch the sidewalk each cement slab I’ve estimated about 4 feet long and there are about 27 between each lamp post; figure my heaven is about 5 miles from here making the trip about 1320 pieces of concrete and about 49 lamp intervals knowing the distance you can gauge about how fast the bus is going by counting the seconds between each lamp post and having the distance divided by that number, but I’m never tired enough to do it. Twelve flashes of light shining from the posts and I try to think the trips almost done. Scanning around all you see are cracked cushions filled with the eyes of individuals who want to be someplace else. The guy across from me has greasy hair and had old sticky sweat that has him bound to his three piece suit he pulls out a flask and takes it to the head. My eyes are getting heavy; I look at the lady behind me she has a prison outfit of the shoe industry on and she’s having an old sandwich from her break. I yawn and wipe my face. Generally I look for a nice looking hobo to sit next to and if I’m lucky I get one who’s sane and yet smells bad enough so no one really starts problems with us. One out two isn’t bad. He starts passing me notes and I accept them this being a quid pro quo relationship. A random cliché on each one, soon I just held out my hand and he placed them there. I’m just resting my eyes. The now drunk waiter to my side starts talking to me. “How’s it goin’ pal” he says to me.
“Good good just trying to get home.”
“Yeah tell me about it these freekin jagoffs gotta stop the stop the ride and get on and off likes freekin grand central.
“I know like its goddamn ellis island or somthin’. Jeez like the exodus outa Egypt. In da name of the father, da son, and da holy spirit.
I’m not from New York. I’m not a catholic.
Shit.
I jerk myself awake to see the lights still low and a group of rather ominous men sitting where the young ladies where sting earlier. Trying to guess how many slabs we’ve covered I see my pearly gate approaching. I reach to the stop wire and flocks of white papers flutter to the ground I look over the men are gone and my hygiene impaired friend is startled. Stop requested. I look over to my now hammered brother in Christ as he pulls out the flask for another drink. The men who where behind me are now behind him. The bus comes to a labored halt; I’m jerked forward as I try and gather my things and get off. Looking at the man again I see him arch his back straight as if a tingle ran down his spine and he mouths the word f-u-c-k. He slips his wallet out and hands it back. The men behind him get up and get out at my stop. We share an uneasy glance as they continue down the street. Lodged between my fingers is a greasy note that says “the lord giveth and the lord taken away” tucking it away I stand in front of my monolith saved by its bright glow. Ihop. The diner bell rings and I sit down at my usual table and Bernice sends the order to slim; the rather large cook. I should probably also mention that Bernice’s real name is Caroline I just think that Bernice is a cute name for an older woman who works a diner. “Want me to call the cab now Shuga?” Her hair is that kind of hair an elementary school teacher has if it wasn’t all sweaty and probably inlaid with lard and the smell of swine her skin still retained some of its elasticity but the aged was creeping in on those old fair hands of hers. I nodded and she did what she always did and I sat there waiting for my Sampler with the onions sautéed then fried and the four chicken strips that take six minutes to cook if their fresh out of the freezer. Putting my hands on the table I leaned back and could still see the syrup stains in the paper. My table is never clean which I now use as a crime scene in which I try to solve what was eaten or the size of the party. “C’mon get this sampler Coffee boy”
I get up and slim slides my food over. Normally given the choice I wouldn’t eat the last call meals here but I had the 10 bucks and its time to live it up. I grab some cold sauces from the fridge and eat my meal waiting on my cab to arrive to finish this Iditarod. My hand sticks to the table and I have to peal it off using some of the condensed water off the sauces. Soon as I finish up the horn blows and I’m headed to the door. Caroline waves and I wave to Bernice. Slim gives me that farewell nod and I crack a smile. Opening the door to the cab a stale air pulls my in. I shimmy across the pleather seats. The cabby looks back and in the night all I can see are the whites of his eyes and flashes of bright white teeth. He locks in the coordinates and engages his computer and soon we are off. Looking out the window more slabs. These aren’t normally calculated in my computation as by now I’m passed waiting to get to my door. Yet I am awake they are there and the race is on. The cab flies at this hour and had I a job like this I would drive like everyday was my last. 24 flats between these posts. I sit back to do a quick number check. I see the dial. It turns and turns. How do they charge? Perhaps by 1/8 of a mile; 165 feet in slabs can’t really tell. He banks a left. Maybe by time? I watched hypnotized. I missed the turn. Between the shock of the drivers skid and my head slamming into the window I think, I wonder if the skid of the wheel is going to cost me extra. I wipe the blood from my head and pay the cabby. The gate creaked open and I twisted the lock open. Four folded over isn’t bad and I shut the bolt behind me. |
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| Facing the Music |
[Apr. 6th, 2006|10:00 pm] |
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| | NIN 50 Cent-In da club remix | ] |
Today I had to deal with the test that I though I was going to fail and would have hadn't it been for my fanatical studying and a bit of cheating 45 minutes before. Last night was cool; saw Ice Age 2 which was quite funny, it definitely made my night and was the highlight until I realized that all my buses had stopped running and had to walk from the mall to Frank's which wasn't as bad as it could have been ;). So the day after when I get home my mom was like "what the fuck!" last night when I didn't come home and so I'm like preparing for the worst and when I get home shes all like ehh whatever; now that I have that burden off my back I can enjoy the break and study like crazy for my A+ test. FSU called me today and now I have to be transferred out into TCC because my financial aid package isn't sufficient and I didn't want my mom to have to come out of pocket so I'll probably live up there but go to Tallahassee Community college for about a semester or so, until I get more scholarships or at least a job but w/e it still takes me to the same place. I hope it works out just gonna have to see. |
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| Crossing the Finish line |
[Apr. 5th, 2006|12:07 am] |
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| | Musiq- Half Crazy | ] |
D-Day! Who is to be the victor...
Ah, gotta study for a math test, wish me luck. |
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| Warning |
[Apr. 3rd, 2006|12:54 am] |
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| | Louis Prima- Whistle Stop | ] |
Beware of the power of woman; avenues of control limitless her resources are without fatigue. Beware of woman, if heralding of her coming reaches your boarders heed me warning and flee. |
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| Its a Learning Experience |
[Apr. 1st, 2006|10:22 pm] |
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It seems I'm done doing whats best for the situation, I now live for me and not my image. Sometimes you make friends and sometimes people hate your guts; it can't be helped. Enlightenment for me up to this point has been minimal at best and a fallacy at worst, so now I continue with opened eyes and open mind to work on exploring the unknown about myself. |
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| Oh Oh mommy! can I keep 'er! |
[Mar. 30th, 2006|09:18 pm] |
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So today after school I'm headed from Franks house to the boston market for some yum-yums and as I'm walking I hear a cat so naturally I prepare myself for battle for the cry of a cat is never a good thing. However as it turns out it was a cat that I was around with yesterday so I'm like whatever and keep walking and its still following me and then I get to the front gate and it is trying to cross the street with me! so i go across and it gets cold feet and stays in the middle to against every bone in my body my paternal instincts kick in and i run back in the middle of the street and get the cat back inside the community. I have to say it was unpleasant yet not totally unenjoyable. I still don't trust cats but this ones growing on me. So if I see him again I shall name him Fernand and if he continues to follow me, I'm taking him home. This doesn't mean I like cats, let that be known. I just hate roadkill more. |
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| Reflection |
[Mar. 28th, 2006|10:24 pm] |
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I have to say it was worth it.
Reading truly is fundamental.
I think I am beginning to understand why people do this in the first place. My initial feelings towards books where that they changed the way you saw things and in turned changed the kind of person you where. Now I see that this isn’t the case. Books don’t change your perspective, they only give you new ones in which you can choose to take or leave. I now have chosen to incorporate them into my life and hope they help me for the better.
Today was a rude awakening as I realized that once you haven’t eaten fast food for like two weeks your body becomes intolerant to all the shit that’s in them. Some old friends asked me to come to Burger King to swap stories and such so I was like ok. I got there and ordered a Whopper and fries and I swear I was sick and sluggish the rest of the day. I got a test tomorrow in Government and I have to wine and dine my ass of a teacher in the hopes that I can for lack of a better phrase “buy” the A and not have to take the test. He’s pretty bright, but I’ve brought down better. I’m cutting the pounds like a beast I’ve been training non stop running like 3 miles and biking 8 every other day. I feel better now then I eve did, my only regret.
Loss of popcorn.
*sighs* what are you gonna do.
Oh and by the way if you don't watch "Dog the Bounty Hunter" you should he is the BAMFest guy on fucking TV. He kickes ass and takes names and then beats the hell out of criminals with the names. GEEZ.
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