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  1. Arch-Angel
    Tomorrow is the 54th Weekly Blog Award I've been aimming for for weeks. Its going to be a heart-pounder...
     
    The passed two days have no been fun... at all. All except getting my uncle and aunt from the Logan Airport today then eating at a Brazilian Buffet was the most exciting thing I've done.
     
    Although, there was this one incident yesterday.
     
    That morning I was running very late. Just got the amount of sleep I needed to get through the day without taking a desk nap (meaning sleeping during school) but with one problem.
     
    I had 15 minutes before the bus left and I needed to shave with the add-on I didn't check for everything I needed for the day.
     
    Making a good shave in the morning (being as tired as I can be and trying to be aware of the clock too) is a good 10 minutes at least. I don't shave at night cause I don't like 5 o'clock shadows.
     
    5 minutes left. At least I got my clothes ready. Grabbed my watch, jacket, money, body spray, deodorant...
     
    "Where's my freakin' wallet?"
     
    My wallet contains no money. Nothing valuable unless you want a High School Discount Card and a CVS Extra Care Card. Maybe the American Eagle Points Card thingy.
     
    But the one thing I need the most...
     
    The keycard.
     
    You see, if you are reading this post for the first time, or have just started reading this long and emotionally distraught blog from start to finish, then I guess I should tell you now that I live in an 3-bedroom apartment. Hard to find, hard to afford, trust me, borrowing 6 grand and slowly paying it back isn't easy. But the important thing about the story here, I live in a freakin' apartment.
     
    If you ever been to an apartment complex before, whether visiting a friend so you could use their pool pass during the summer or you actually live in one, then you know that you either have a code to punch in to get in or a keycard to swipe so the door would be unlocked temperarily.
     
    I, my friend, leave it in my wallet. And I only misplace my wallet, never lose it (not yet anyways).
     
    I decide to forget about it and hope that the door stays unlocked after closing from the last person to walk inside (occasionally it happens) and go on ahead to chase the bus.
     
    I don't make half-way before I see the bus taking off.
     
    I go home, kind guy leaves the door open for me as he's stepping out, I tell madre, she's irratated, and in an hour, I head to school.
     
    Fast forward, I get off the bus, an the entire time, I'm worrying about how to get in. I hope the door is open in that rare state, or I come around just as someone's coming in.
     
    Well, no such luck.
     
    I'm in the lobby entrance hoping for someone to come in or head out.
     
    Finally, a car goes inside the garage. I sowly get out of the lobby, wait for the person to get close to the door.
     
    Its a reddish-hair elderly lady. Not majorly old, but plenty old enough to be under the catagory "More-Life-Expericenced" so my mind automatically sets to much respect for her.
     
    "Excuse me, could you open the door for me?"
     
    "Why?"
     
    "I forgot my wallet in my apartment, which has my card."
     
    "What apartment?"
     
    "122."
     
    "Well, your name should be on the list."
     
    "We haven't lived here long, and they didn't change the papers."
     
    We are referring to the list on the wall of the last names of supposely everyone that lives here along with a number to call to that person's phone.
     
    We go to that list in the lobby entrance and of course, my name isn't there.
     
    "Your name isn't here."
     
    "Ma'am, I have my key right here. I live on the first floor. I just forgot my card."
     
    She looks at me with these eyes, thinking she knows I'm lying, and says in a voice that people say just to tick another person off...
     
    "You don't live here."
     
    Slap to the face! Thats just rude. She then said the following.
     
    "I'm sorry, but I can't let you in."
     
    You see, if she only just said that, that would be fine. But no, she's right, I'm wrong, end of the line. She walks out of the Lobby Entrance and goes through the Garage Entrance just to make sure I don't go in.
     
    I understand why she didn't let me in, but to speak in an attitude like that is inexcusable.
     
    Lesson for All: Never become that person.
     
    Song of the Day tomorrow...
     

  2. Arch-Angel
    The last weekend before my Premier Membership and blogging rights came back, I slept over my friend's house. You could say 'fun'...
     
    If he didn't live far away from anything to do.
     
    Seriously, the only thing you can do is go to Blockbuster, Radio Shack, Sears, and Shaws.
     
    He lives on a small highway (not to be confused with a freeway).
     
    Anyways, I unexpectedly dropped by and uexpectly slept over. My mom had to pick up a package at a UPS Store and the delivery was coming in an hour... I fell asleep... and she didn't want to go home. So she brings us to my friend's house and n hour later, I reluctantly decide to stay.
     
    Half-hour later, I find out that I have the only keys to the apartment.
     
    And her only cell phone belonged to the company she was fired from and had to return.
     
    No way of contacting her, and I'm left to boredom and a computer slower than a turtle frozen in a stream.
     
    Now, to understand what happens next, read this entry.
     
     
     
    Guess who happens to be there for her when she can't get in?
     
    Yep! The lady from that entry!
     
    My mother stood in the lobby entrance for five minutes just waiting.
     
    The lady comes through the side door and walks to the lobby entrnce to get her mail. The instant my mom saw her face she thought, "Ah (dang)."
     
    The lady opens the door and as it slowly starts closing, and madre holds it before it closes.
     
    "Excuse me, but you can't go in."
     
    "Lady, I live here."
     
    "If you live here, where's your key-card?"
     
    "Its with my son. He's sleeping right now and I can't reach him."
     
    NOTE: So she lied... shorter than telling her the real story.
     
    "What apartment?"
     
    "122. I have the key to te apartment right here," my mom answers showing the key.
     
    NOTE: Seriously, does that question even matter? Like she knows everyone that lives here...
     
    "Do you know how many incidents there have been because of people breaking in since I've moved here? How old is your son?"
     
    NOTE: When she moved here, this must'e been her neighbor.
     

     
    "He's a teenager. You know how hard it is to wake them up when they sleep."
     
    NOTE: This is true. You could ring the phone six tims before I'm annoyed enough to get up, first brush my teeth to get the taste of dry spit out of my mouth, then look at the caller-ID to find the next victim of my rant and anger as to why they are awakening me from my slumber. (<- Big words make me feel more educated then the grades tell )
     
    "Why can't he open it for you?"
     
    "I'm gonna find out right now."
     
    And mom walked through the door, she kept yelling, and my mom walked causally up to her apartment.
     
    I'm gonna cuss this woman out next time around...
     
    ~AA
  3. Arch-Angel
    'Pool Boy' is a great novel for Pre-Teens and Teens alike. I'm sure even an adult would like this book.
     
    The story is about a 15-year-old spoiled (very) rich brat named Brett Gerson, whoms life comes crashing down because his stock-broker dad is in jail for insider trading. He loses everything he owns, from the pool, the $5000 stereo, his 42" Plasma Screen, to the very house he lived in. Now on the wrong side of the Tracks, in his Crazy Great Aunt's home, he has to come into realization that the world isn't for him to own anymore. After quitting his job because of what was his fault, he joins an old friend. Alfie, an old kind man that runs a Pool Cleaning Business, had offered him a job as an assistant. Without thinking, he accepts. What the old man teaches him has brought him into becoming a man. Still a little stuck up, but a man none the less.
     
    When Life goes from getting whatever you want, to having to earn it, you have to learn quick.
     
    8.2/10
     

  4. Arch-Angel
    NOTE: Suggestions of 'Song of the Day' are much obliged, so if you have a song thats clean or mostly clean of swears and/or profanity (rap/Hip-Hop/R&B allowed of course), than PM it, and it might become 'Song of the Day'. INCLUDE WHY YOU THINK IT SHOULD BE SotD.
     
    I always liked this song from the beginning, because I remember this feeling so well.
     
    From the new album of Green Day's 21st Century Breakdown:
     
    Last Night On Earth by Green Day.
     
    ~AA
  5. Arch-Angel
    Seriously, fill me in. I'll give you an update.
     
    Grade: Senior (stayed back my sophomore year)
    Relationship Status: In a Relationship Since June. Her name is Maegin (pronounced Megan). She knows you all. She reads this blog.
     

     
    She knows what kind of people you are.
     
    I've had a lot of time to rest, think, be myself, learn about myself, be a ##### to myself and those around me, and all have an excuse as to why I have that right. I've become what monks called enlightened.
     
    I found my true, inner disliking to large groups of political parties and people entirely.
     
    You see, back last year in August, I fell and twisted my ankle. Or I thought I twisted my ankle. I was trying to perform a 540 kick, but I stopped midway in fear of how awesome it might be and the consequences that would follow. I saw that, because of the fact this kick was going to be so cool, I could disturb the very reality of the world I live in. It would cause earthquakes, erupt volcanoes, create tsunamis, drop the stocks, stop the production of water bottles. COMPLETE AND UTTER CHAOS.
     
    Because I prevented your death, no good deed goes unpunished. I received a small tear in an ankle ligament on my right leg. For the last year, I've been walking on it, avoiding running unless extremely necessary (we won't talk about those moments) and limping. A lot. Mostly all the time. Apparently I have whats called a 'High Pain Threshold', so being in the middle of a financial crisis, I didn't sway anything. I had no health insurance. I had no money. We were living in someone else's house, and we did for nearly a year. It was one of the lowest points of my life money-wise. But we got back on our feet, my mother found a job, and so did I. When you hit rock bottom, the only way you can go is up (or continue being in rock bottom, but that is dark and spooky).
     

     
    I couldn't really connect with the people there.
     
    Now we live in an apartment complex again, tight space, but we've made it home. And we're happier. We aren't out of the blue quite yet, though. MassHealth is annoying. Got a doctor's appointment tomorrow, if you want great news! But I didn't tell you the cool part though.
     
    I went to London, England and Edinburgh, Scotland!
     
    In London, I picked up a new best friend. His name is Tiny Tim. Spirited, young, tough as steel.
     
    Because he is an adjustable walking cane.
     
    You see, because of all the walking we did in London, my ankle was ready to give. I couldn't stand it at that point. We walked 15 miles of London, with hardly any rest. It was torturous. We stopped by a row of ATMs, and our director Donna told us this will be our one time to take out cash before going to Camden Street (if you know Camden Street and you're a tourist-y tourist, you'd want money). Because I believe in a large, spiritual being who looks at me occasionally and kindly thinks, "Hm. Sure, I give him a bone", there was a pharmacy across from the ATMs.
     
    There, Tiny Tim and I were united.
     

     
    Pictured: Sexy
     
    Since London and Scotland, though, because of the aggravation, the pain hasn't ceased. It's gotten only worse. The cane became permanent overseas. I walk in school with it, I walk to places, I go to Starbucks together with it, I fight crime and beat the innocent (to make up for fighting crime), and at the same time, I dislike it. It's annoying not having two hands ready and available when you walk and stop and have to manage the cane you now have to hang on your pocket to do stuff and whatnot.
     
    But just because I got a cane doesn't mean I can't enjoy it.
     

     
    The flames makes me go faster.
     
    So, that's what's up with me. What have I missed?
     
    ~AA
  6. Arch-Angel
    Ah... good to be backto the ol' blog again.
     
    Nothing has happened. No drama, othing. We found a great apartment to live in, but its too expensive, and the one that we can afford is in the middle of a ghetto, so...
     
    Anyways, my mind is not on that. Its on the town Holiday tomorrow! The October Fest!
     
    Yes, I'll bring pics and all, but I'm just too freakin' excited for this!
     
    All right. Thats it 'til tomorrow. Now get out of my blog!
     

  7. Arch-Angel
    Just looking back at it, I remember perfectly saying to myself," I hope this week doesn't go bad."
     
    Well, should've knocked on wood, 'cause it did.
     
    Monday was normal. Rountine, but peaceful. Hung out with my friends Sarah ad Hendrick, two Haitians who I've known since the 7th Grade (Hendrick in the 6th), and when the two are together, I can't help but laugh my butt off and have a good time.
     
    Tuesday was very busy day. Weirdly enough, fun also (and stranger, on 9/11). It was down pouring and our Gym class (last period) got out early so Sarah, Hendrick, our Keyan friend Bradley(We call him JJ, dunno why), and the new girl from the town I'm moving back to ironically, were hanging out under the incline laughing and all. Mom picked me up, brought me to my friend's house three towns away within an hour so I could go to American Eagle with a coupon thing. By 8 PM, I buy the pants, Kanye West's Brand New CD "Graduation", and out the mall doors.
     
    Wednesday was the big day. Brazil vs. Mexico at the Gillette Stadium!
     
    Mind you, we have few Mexicans in MA, and near half the population is Brazilian. The Stadium was full! I remember the number... 64,585 people in that Stadium... The largest amount of people ever to come to a Soccer Game in the Stadium's history.
     
    Brazil lost to Mexico twice in the past and the rivalry was growing. I'll give a percentage point from the people in the Stadium.
     
    Brazilians: 80%
    Mexicans: 15%
    Others: 5%
     
    Well, by the time Brazil got its second goal, the Mexican in front of us took off his Mexican Soccer Jeresy ad under with a Wife Beater and started cheering with us," Brazil! Brazil!"
     
    Hilarous.
     
    Brazil won 1-3, even with a dirty ref. One of the Mexican players jumped and grabbed the ball, ticking off the Brazilian team, the Brazilian crowd, the anyone watching it on TV around the freakin' world! Thats an instant kick-out from the game! One of Soccer's bggest no-no's! The cursed red card from the offical!
     
    And even as it was plainly in his sight, he claims he didn't see it.
     
    Now by this time, a lot of Potuguese swears came about the ref.
     
    All in all, we still won and left happy.
     
    Thursday is where I had the fall of the happy week. Fun because I came back from hanging out with Tom(The popular kid I talked about before) going into a trail in the woods. Now, he isn't too bright, so he wasn't paying attention too well when I told him what Hendrick said about him as a joke. He got the joke word-for-word, but not the end part where I told him "Don't tell him I said that".
     
    By Friday, he told him. Now Hendrick likes to think things a bit too over-the-top than they should be. Now he is convinced that I talk trash behind his back, but he has a reason not to trust me. He won't even come near someone else if I'm with them, nor does he care if I get arrested for something I didn't do.
     
    I tried saying sorry, and he's taken it like I offered him a hot bag of dog poop.
     
    The thing is, this is 8th grade drama. Nothing like his happened since the 8th grade (with half the drama was started by him in the first place). It happened before, and its over. Its quite sad he's doing it again.
     
    Anyway, what makes it even worse, I can't go near Sarah or JJ anymore without a glare wishing I'd get tossed into the Pits of Hates (Which is a bit more terrible than my current life).
     
    And yes, I did use every ounce of self-control not spill my water bottle in his face when it started.
     
    And my life is a mess yet again...
     

  8. Arch-Angel
    Whoa.
     
    What a ride.
     
    Let's start with my birthday.
     
    December 19th, 2008-
     
    I overslept on an early release. A Friday of all days. 11 AM the school got out, and of course, that's the time I woke up. The day was spent. I stayed online, receiving more 'happy birthday' messages then I ever had (and thank you) but with the snow storm that went along roaring throughout the day, any plan I had was immediately canceled. Including seeing my dad.
     
    My mom was pushing me the entire week beforehand, stressing the point more each day. I didn't want to see my dad. Not at all.
     
    My sister scoffed at me and accused me still being angry at him. The anger him left quite a while ago. My only problem...
     
    I said a lot of bad things the last time I saw him, and I felt guilty...
     
    My mom kept proposing me to go out to dinner with him to the point where she made it a command that I go out to dinner with him on my birthday. He had the time. He wasn't working much at all considering that week he hurt his back muscle again, a muscle he "pulled" (likely much worse considering it came back to haunt him last year) when he was 17, working on bringing in delivery boxes back in Brazil. But with a freshly hurt back and the storm ripping New England apart, the dinner was backed down.
     
    Still not sure if that was a good thing or bad thing.
     
    Best part about it, he had my birthday present my mom was getting me. With my mom's finical struggle with her going on this new diet she got from a professional fitness instructor, money went down the tube.The annoyance of it all, including being in an apartment with a mother and sister willing to force me into this, left me in a sour mood. I was being smart (in a negative way). I talked back at the quickest whim once my sister spoke and I became easily frustrated with them as they discussed my lost money of my first paycheck from KB Toys (which many of you probably know, is going to burn in #### with it's bankruptcy) because payroll forgot to pay me a week and a half's pay. I spent the night on BZPower, trying to enjoy myself, but also completely aware I was turning into a completely arrogant person. I was angry at myself, yet people around me were celebrating my birth into this world. Every moment was bittersweet, for every good thing, there was a bad.
     
    I hate my birthday.
     
    December 20th, 2008-
     
    Snow.
     
    BZPower.
     
    A couple belated birthdays.
     
    Frustrated.
     
    There's this girl in drama company... Rachael.
     
    Yeah, you know half the story.
     
    Problem is, this girl isn't nice...
     
    At all.
     
    She comes off as rude, but is really a nice person at heart. I talk to her about my troubles from time to time, and she's there to comfort me, even make me laugh. Even better, she's beautiful. Very attractive, and I love watching her have fun with her friends, spontanously singing a broadway song with them, considering she hasn't listened to a thing on the radio since Lord knows when. She's made enemies, made friends, and I got to admit, first time I met her, we didn't exactly kick it off as amigos. I guess meeting new people isn't really her thing, but hey. It wasn't until I talked to her on AIM did we start becoming friends, and we teased each other with insults (her nickname: cut-throat [witch]) but it's all in the name of fun.
     
    My problems on Saturday was really because I was coping with my feelings for her. Did I like her? If I did, what was I gonna do about them? What attracted me to her, when she had such a negative atmosphere? What killed me was the thought of not having her. I knew what she wanted in a guy, obviously (she told me ). A musician with an english accent, or to sum it up: Jim Sturgess. Of course, I know there's no way I can become our handsome actor from Across The Universe, so it itched me intently.
     
    No, I won't bother asking her out, I know the answer. Screw your confidence speeches, it's useless.
     
    December 21th, 2008-
     
    The first day of winter, and the first thing that happens is we get slapped with another snowstorm. What else could one do but stay home and wonder if there would be a snowday?
     
    Cabin Fever was spreading broadly. Snowed in, with enough money to buy Christmas presents, but no way out of the vile prison of your... home.
     
    December 22nd, 2008-
     
    This day was nothing but work, but in a different fashion. The Drama Company was holding a Secret Snowman Party (Snowman 'cause of that whole Merry Christmas/Happy Holiday thing, the fatty in the red suit was given DA BOOT) after school. The party was happy. No music, table o' brownies (with no bloody milk or Pepsi D=<), and the usual circles of talk people form subconsciously. I, using my new cellphone, called my mom and asked her to bring the gift I accidentally left home that morning. After missing 30 minutes of the party waiting for the present to get dropped off, I continued to play the lie to Sarah, the name I drew for the Secret Snowman party. Weeks before, a couple days after the raffle, I lied to Sarah (practicing my acting talent ) telling her I knew her secret snowman and the person didn't know what to get her (... 'cause I really didn't know ). I dropped hints in my speech as to who it was: a person who didn't exist but had a gender. By simply referring the fake person as "her" you could tell that Sarah had her suspicions as to who it could be. Immediately she told me:
     
    "Chocolate. I don't care how much, I just want chocolate."
     
    Done deal. I didn't have to so much spend money (that I didn't have) to get it. My mom had a Secret Santa party and all those that attended without participating in the game got a bag of chocolate. I took my share, and I grabbed my sister's (she didn't want any, somehow she refused the delicious morsels). They’re called Truffles, and they have a milk chocolate shell and a liquid milk chocolate filling and it's probably the best freakin' chocolate treat you'll ever afford, best of all you know it at sight.
     
    Back to the party - Sarah whined to me about how she didn't get her present unlike everyone else while I waited at the entrance door for my mom. She was the really only one at the party who didn't get a gift so far, and she spoke in that "But mommmmmm, everyone has one but meeee!" voice. I told her that "she" was running back to her house to grab the present, and if she wanted the surprise as to who it is ruined, she'd have to go back to the party.
     
    She left pouting at me, and another eight minutes past until my mom finally came with the two bags of the Truffles in a giftbag. My mom also handed me my 200 dollars from my paycheck (shopping details later), and I was off on my merry freakin' way.
     
    I came up to Sarah in one of the chat circles and handed her the giftbag with a sly, "Merry Christmas," and a grin that wrote, "I played you like a sucka foo'."
     
    Her jaw dropped in the realization that I've lied to her for weeks when I turned out to be her Secret Snowman the entire time. She shoved me and called me a a#####e multiple times. When she finished her love/hate quarrel with me and opened the giftbag, she hugged me tightly in happiness.
     
    Gotta love Sarah's gullibility and mood swings. She really should've seen it coming. I steal her things all the time and play it off like I haven't easily.
     
    I really don't need acting classes when dealing with this chica.
     
    Two hours later (5 PM), after a struggle of getting to the Natick Collection to buy Christmas gifts, from hitching a ride to cutting across parking lots of holiday shoppers ###### off that that the spot they thought they saw was taken to walking passed the white street line because the sidewalk was covered in snow, to finally step through the entrance into JCPenny's, I was there.
     
    It wasn't after another three hours from hanging out with friends did I start finish.
     
    The second half of three hour period I was with Vanessa. Her present was the first one bought before she arrived. A Twilight shirt, with Edward Cullen on the front. We caught up with her friend Danielle whom I had the pleasure to meet. Nice girl, unfortunately struggling with her feelings with her ex. After the three of us sat down and they talked about ABSOLUTELY NOTHING BUT HOW HOT THE GUYS IN TWILIGHT ARE, I reluctantly left them, knowing I needed to go Christmas shopping and that the topic wasn't going to change... for as long as they had tongues, voice boxes, and hands (because I know they'd do it in sign language if need be). I was surprised I beared with them so long, wanting the imaginary trigger I shaped with my hand to have a gun around it as to spatter the holy heck out of my brains. When hanging out turns into girls' night out, you gotta let go.
     
    Off I went, to blissfully shop...
     
    ...Til I actually dropped.
     
    By the time I was done, I had a Santa hat on and a jumbo sized bag carrying other bags carrying gifts from different stores. From the 50-70% off Aeropostale sale to KB Toys 40% everything to CVS's... well, they had snacks, which is good enough for the friends you don't know what to get.
     
    I grabbed some last-minute pizza from my friends at Sbarro for dinner and drink some Caffeine-free Diet Pepsi, and happily had a second one waiting for me (thank you annoying 'Buy 1 Get One Free' caps). I sat in the food court, with all the restaurants around me closing and I finished my slice, and my Pepsi. A cute girl caught my eye as she walked up to Salad Creations to see if they were still selling their juice bottles. I didn't hear the conversation, but you know the outcome at her discouragement. Once she came close to earshot, I called her over, asked her if she wanted a drink, she said yes. I asked if she liked a Caffeine free Diet Pepsi, and she said yes again. I took out the second bottle, glad it was still cold, and handed it to her with a grin saying 'Happy Holidays." She thanked me and was off. Thirty seconds later, I facepalmed myself. I just gave away a Pepsi to a girl and didn't even get a name or number. And worse?
     
    I GAVE AWAY A PEPSI.
     
    My memory's lagging as to what she looked liked, but she must've been cute for me to do something like THAT.
     
    After 20 minutes of trying to grab a second jumbo bag from my work and failed to do so, I sat on a lounge chair they usually set up randomly in convient parts of the mall, and called my mom who was at TJ Maxx, buying gifts, busting out of there once she's done shopping.
     
    I was exhausted. Carrying around 60 pounds, 40 of which have been on your back for six hours (my backpack) walking the length of miles looking for more stuff to buy was a guarantee that I cannot join the Marines.
     
    I placed my elbows on my lap to support the rest of my frame, and hung my head, paying attention to my cell.
     
    And I fell asleep.
     
    I wake up. It's 20 minutes after my last talk with my mom. 10:43 PM and 3 missed calls. A face palm was the first reaction, and I grabbed the phone and called her back. I was somewhat humbled by myself. I actually left my cell on the floor a couple inches from my left foot, and my jumbo sized bag to my right, my backpack behind me (really nothing important in there, but really it was the most secure considering it was actually touching me). I get up, grab my things, and BOUNCE.
     
    I get home, and the tiny nap has fueled me to last about another hour. I find out on AIM that Danielle, the partner in crime to how hot freakin' Robert Pattinson is with Vanessa, thought I was cute and Vanessa figured since I was single and she was lonely, we could hook up. And 'hook up' in the sense of I take her out on a date, we make up, the next day we are nothing. It's quite the lols thinking of it in that sense, but in quick thought, I accepted. My dating experience needs to be freshened up, and might as well throw in some practice dates. I accepted, but then I realized I was about to go out with a cute blond girl with a mind who's about to graduate high school...
     
    That's like, 10 plus self-esteem points.
     
    My extreme worry of the night was coming home and seeing my dad there waiting, and my sister warned me of the possibility. Thank the Lord that didn't happen.
     
    December 23rd, 2008-
     
    I came into the school, my load smaller. The biggest CVS bag I had was more than enough to carry around a pair of electronic drum sticks for my friend Sean (who is like the Necro in my world in a musical sense), two pringles for Alberto and DeJean(<- WHO DIDN'T SHOW UP), packs o' gum to any girl I noticed chewed a lot of it in class. Made for a fun day, really. A Tuesday, but the last day until vacation. Nothing like a Twiday.
     
    I come home, my mom having set an ultimatum for tomorrow. Because my dad hurt his back again and couldn't lift anything heavy, I was going to work with him and be the muscles.
     
    December 24th, 2008-
     
    I woke up early. 7 AM.
     
    Got dressed in a pair of jeans I never wore anymore, a Phat Farm shirt I again, never wore anymore, and a light 2008 Olympics fleece with a raincoat over it.
     
    Yippee. Working with mi padre...
     
    I waited downstairs for his van to arrive to pick me up.
     
    After four minutes, it pulled up to the lobby entrance. I got up and went through the doors.
     
    He got out, two giftbags at hand, and greeted me, to which I greeted back.
     
    Then we hugged.
     
    He told me to bring the bags upstairs to the apartment, and I went ahead and did so.
     
    Once up there, my mom handed me the blue bag and said (finally), "Happy Birthday!"
     
    I got a Wii.
     
    I'd probably be more excited if I wasn't sure exactly what would happen at work.
     
    It was like a regular day at work, minus some talk about his new family. Seriously. It was relaxing and surreal at the same time. After work at around 3 PM, we headed over to eat lunch with my sister (it being Christmas Eve). It was nice.
     
    Then we said bye. I gave a quick apology for the that thing in August and he said it was okay.
     
    And my sister and I went off to the mall.
     
    We picked up my final pay ($457 bucks = 304 20oz. bottles of Pepsi and one can) from KB Toys as it was going through the very last day. I learned so much about retail in just a few weeks, and I made some friends I hope I never forget. Joe, the rocker, always with a story to tell and they're all funny. Melissa, the under-aged would-be manager who's as mature as she is cool. Pace, great girl who carries a posistive attuitude with herself, and one of the coolest to work with. Heather, sister of my co-worker Kayla who I know in the tech crew of Drama Company and she knows when to be cheerful and when to be serious and will always be a great manager. Scott, the man who taught me most of everything I needed to know and beared with my inexperience until he found another job at another place, and I've heard he enjoys it. Tim, an overworked man in his twenties who seems to always have something to be stressed about but in his swearing tyraids will make you laugh, but somehow always has confidence in his work (we also called him 'Monkey Man' because in the back, when there was a ton of boxes, he'd always find a way to get to the top about twenty feet up). I wish them all luck in their future endeavors and hope they all find ways to pay those bills.
     
    My sister and I bounced over to Sears, the only store still open after 6 PM and scrambled for gifts. Unfortunately came out with only one for my mom: a digital camera.
     
    Get back home, kick it into overdrive with the cleaning, Thiago's family at 9 PM to show up.
     
    Really, this Christmas dinner thing was just... uncelebratory. We ate our dinner, Thiago and I bounced back to my room to watch some Jeff Dunham - Spark of Insanity and just hung out joking around and whatnot. Once it was 1 AM...
     
    Oh wait, that means it's...
     
    December 25th, 2008-
     
    ...Christmas day.
     
    He and I were watching random movies as they passed through the screen as his brother and sister-in-law controlled the viewing. Not like we cared really. There was nothing to do aside from tell jokes as if I were a comedian, because really no matter what comes out of my mouth, Thiago's gonna laugh (and he knows it). We played a couple games, opened our gifts together, then his family was off on their way home at around 3 AM.
     
    My sister, mom, and I sat on the floor at the Christmas tree and started our new tradition. Present opening and taking turns.
     
    Now, the infamous list:
     
    -8GB Zune mp3 player (blue) from sis
    -Digital Camera from dad (b-day gift and Christmas)
    -My first actual pair of pajamas from mom
    -Cross necklace from sis
    -Gold (very latino) bracelet from mom
    -L.L. Bean Fleece sweatshirt from dad's boss (sends L.L. Bean every year)
    -Pepsi-Cola Vintage Logo T-Shirt from sis ()
    -Noise-canceling headphones from mom (I need a Triple A battery for this... hmm...)
    -FOSSIL watch from mom (not my style and she knows it, so we're returning it back to TJ Maxx and going to the FOSSIL store in the Natick Collection for me to pick one out, but the thought-that-counted thing worked very well)
     
    After that whole thing was done, we hit the sack at... 5:45 AM? Yeah. All-Nighters on Christmas are awesome.
     
    The next day, at around 1 PM, I was woken up in a rush, and told to get ready to go to the airport. My sister was headed to Brazil today to go see her... ex. I won't go into details, because it's too much and judging from the wall of text above this (if you read this far) and considering it's not really important aside from what I told you, forget about it. She just won't be back in the States until January 20somethingth.
     
    Head to the airport, jam out to my new Zune I've named YoYo, say our goodbyes, and head back home...
     
    To do nothing. Didn't even try out the Wii. I sat here typing the above wall-of-text.
     
    I get an IM from Danielle, if you recall was my date for Saturday, telling me she had to cancel because she already made plans with another friend and was just reminded of it that day.
     
    SUPPOSEDLY.
     
    Vanessa IMs me and basically tells me the "heartbreaking" truth. Danielle thought I was too young for her, which didn't really bother me for some reason. Apparently I look too young? Well, not gonna lie, she looks older. I thought she was 18 or maybe even 19, but looking at bookface right now, she was born in April of '91. She's eight months older.
     
    Guess she likes older guys. Ah well, better luck with another girl that thinks I'm dazzlingly handsome and a bone-ified sexy beast.
     
    What was good about Danielle entering then exiting my life so quickly is that it got me to get over Rachael as I thought about our date. Rachael's now a friend to me, nothing else, and I'm happy. Of course, I'm alone, but at least I'm not infatuated with a girl I won't get. So thank you Danielle, you actually inadvertently gave me peace. Single and loving it? Not quite. Single and looking for the right person. We can call it that.
     
    So with the date canceled and a saved-up 136 bucks that WAS going to the date.
     
    Tom calls:
     
    "Hey Jon, wanna hang out?"
     
    "Sure, what the heck."
     
    Heh. That killed 2 hours.
     
    December 26th, 2008
     
    After work with dad, I come home.
     

     
    At some unknown hour of the night, we try setting up the Wii.
     
    :angry:
     
    I asked Teeburrito for help, but alas, no luck. Once we get to 'Select A Language', we can't find the cursor. We fling around the wiimote and see it fly by, but no luck. I stand 3 feet away, nothing. I stand 7 feet away, still nothing.
     
    I gave up in my impatience for this task and come back to BZP.
     
    December 27th, 2008-
     
    Finished writing this entry.
     
    ~AA
  9. Arch-Angel

    20th Semi-daily Song

    By Arch-Angel,

    NOTE: Suggestions of 'Song of the Day' are much obliged, so if you have a song thats clean or mostly clean of swears and/or profanity (rap/Hip-Hop/R&B allowed of course), than PM it, and it might become 'Song of the Day'. EDIT: INCLUDE WHY YOU THINK IT SHOULD BE SotD.
     
    This Song of the Day is brough to you by Taki. I go nothing to make fun of his member nme this time, so straight to the point...


    Binkmeister is going to scream 'Boo-ya!' like Ron Stoppable when he hears that the StoD is...
     
    Gravity Hurts by Brinck
     

  10. Arch-Angel
    NOTE: Suggestions of 'Song of the Day' are much obliged, so if you have a song thats clean or mostly clean of swears and/or profanity (rap/Hip-Hop/R&B allowed of course), than PM it, and it might become 'Song of the Day'. INCLUDE WHY YOU THINK IT SHOULD BE SotD.
     
    Today's (or tonight's) song is one that brings me to imagining a happy life with Bionigirl. Must admit I first heard it walking into Hollister, but still... its a great song to play when in love.
     
    On Top Of The World by Boys Like Girls
     
    ~AA
  11. Arch-Angel

    4

    By Arch-Angel,

    Sorry about that. Chores can come and go as they please at midnight.
     
    Today started... tiring. I received only 6 or 6 and a half hours of sleep, which annoyed me that the sun as risen behind the clouds already and time decided not to take a break at 4 AM. My alarm is within five feet, clearly not arms length.
     
    I get up, listen to the radio DJ talk to a member of a local rap group, and I do my thing, awaiting for my ride to church with Guy (the man that brings me to church in my hometown) and his daughter.
     
    Isn't she cute?
     

     
    I know that girl is going to survive her cancer.
     
    Did I mention the many uses of a camera phone?
     
    To show you my uncomfortable sleep deprivation (which I can assure you comes back tomorrow at 5:40 AM), I entitle this...
     
    Without a Pillow
     

     
    My hands are in my pockets. And besides, this ain't a belly! Its a gas tank for the (butt)-whooping machine!
     
    Today just went slower and slower and so on and so forth...
     
    My days are usually FTB. For the boredom. To make this blog exciting to my readers, I try... I do...
     
    Not in homework though.
     
    I'm considering putting up a homework section on this blog to write essays, note take, et cetera, and send it to my teachers. Of course you guys can read it if it interests you and correct my mistakes... English will contain many essays. But I also need you guys to push me. Can you do that for me?
     
    ~AA
  13. Arch-Angel

    A World Not My Own...

    By Arch-Angel,

    The way my life is going, I feel like a fish out of water. So long my life has had tradegy. So long, I've faced pain and trouble.
     
    But now... what's going on?
     
    I feel out of my territory. I'm not in the Bottomless Pit of my life. I feel like I'm wasting my life away.
     
    I miss my friends. If I didn't have problems to speak of, they did. Mi Amigos, all of them. Especially my friend, Josh. He is like a brother to me. Heck, we joke together about how we're going to be Tag Team Champions on the WWE. And how I'm going to be The World Heavyweight Champion and all, and he's gonna beat me for it. We laugh on and on...
     
    But now... I miss him like family.
     
    The thing is... I can't find peace within my peace.
     
    I have no fun, I have no true happiness, and I have no problem.
     
    I know someone is going to say, "Enjoy it while it lasts." But I can't enjoy it. I'm not in my element. Its like an imbalance in my life.
     
    I have more Yang then I do Yin right now, and I hate it.
     

     
     
  14. Arch-Angel
    Its been rough since the break-up, I'll admit. I mean, Wrack said it best that time heals all wounds. So don't worry about me.
     
    Because ever since, almost everyone close to me is trying to get me back in the dating game.
     

     
    Taki, Ryuu (those of you that know her), my sister, my sister's friends, my dad, my friend's dad, have been stressing how I should get back in the game.
     
    Said game would be simpler to get back into if I didn't live in the biggest town in the United States (<-Which is fact) when I used to live in the smallest town in the state.
     
    -------------------------------------------------------
     
    I got my old job back for the summer. Working with dad as a maintenance man, and the occasional fellow employee. Got $320 for the past two weeks, and I finally feel like middle class to upper middle class. Plus, I can buy a Diet Pepsi at every opportunity.
     
    -------------------------------------------------------
     
    Shut up and get used to the dash lines. I'm losing my blogging groove.
     
    -------------------------------------------------------
     
    I have a prayer request.
     
    My childhood friend, Fernanda.
     
    Used to go to Sunday School with her. We used to live in the same 'hood. Her, her sister Jessica, and I used to bike around.
     
    Love her like family.
     
     
     
     
     
    She's 16 and pregnant, and is getting married to her 23-year-old boyfriend.
     
    ~AA
  15. Arch-Angel

    About Time!

    By Arch-Angel,

    After hours upon hours, world after world, characters after character, keyblade after keyblade, I've beaten both Kingdom Hearts and Kingdom Hearts II! Ugh, about time!
     
    You see, I've been wanting to play Kingdom Hearts since it came out back in te 5th grade 5 or 6 years ago. Of course, that Christmas I got my first ever straight from a package game system... a PS1.
     
    The game is obvisously a PS2.
     
    I lost interest, up until Kingdom Hearts II came out, grew a bit more in interest in it, but still had no PS2.
     
    It wasn't until the last offical Christmas with my family that I got a PS2, Christmas 2005. By then, Kingdom Hearts loomed in the back of my mind...
     
    So I covered it up by playing other games, and enjoying a growin social life whic met its last days before I moved.
     
    I am bored. I go to school, come back, wasted the hours of my life that I would've spent with my social life on BZPower. Sure in benefitted here but I needed to do something then roam BZP with my Pepsi and my 2 Step!
     
    Then I walk into a local GameStop, and I see it. The key to all my boredom.
     
    Kingdom Hearts.
     
    Soon enough, I'm playing the game here in my room and gettng ticked because I still hven't gotten off the Destiny Islands.
     
    Time goes on, I find a walkthrough and I beat the game when others say it was impossible.
     
    2008 rolls around, I get Kingdom Hearts 2, and today, I've beaten it with a boss I can say kills Sora twice before, third times the charm! I beat it.
     
    The past few days I haven't posted a blog entry have had nothing else to include except the hours I've played the game. I've finally got it off my back, now I can enjoy life!
     
    *crickets*
     
    Better start getting a social life...
     

  16. Arch-Angel
    MAJOR SPOILERS
     
    Cloverfield.
     
    My gosh.
     
    When Critics say that this was the movie-expericence of a life-time, and I've seen A LOT of movies, they lie to you not.
     
    This movie single-handly blew me away.
     
    The movie starts out differently. Characters Rob and Beth are introduced. They are, lets say, more than friends.
     
    It cuts over weeks later, his brother Jason reluctantly is put into the job as the one to record people's goodbyes during the going-away party Rob saw coming miles away. Before this, Jason convinces Hud, Rob's Best Friend and 'Main Dude', to do the goodbyes. He spends most of is time trying to flirt with his love interest. She is not interested. Soon, Beth comes through the door. Only with another man. This other man, Travis, is not important other than the fact that he's BETH'S NEW BOYFRIEND. Rob, is of course, hitting rock bottom of rejection. You fnd out that they haven't talk for weeks since... you know what... and once Hud finds out, he tells everyone. Doesn't help.
     
    Soon, Rob and Beth talk outside the apartment, and argue. After the arguement, Beth leaves with her boyfriend and Rob drops an insult as they step outside the door.
     
    Jason and Hud goto Rob's room to try and talk him into forgetting Beth because she's not good enough for him.
     
    It starts.
     
    Brief blackout across the city, and the lights go back on. The new reports the a Oil Tanker capsized near the Statue of Liberity. They know tey aren't far from the location and they go up on the roof to see if they could see what caused it. The trailer shows you what happens, so you aren't excited at all except waiting to see the monster and see everything come to play.
     
    Once outside, Statue's head flying, yeah yeah yeah, and then you see the Empire State Building collapse.
     
    This is where you are hooked. Nothing except your life being threatened could tear you away from this.
     
    The story goes on to tell you Rob's intention to save Beth from her apartment without dying. On the way, both Jason and Hud's love interest die. Jason because the monster smashes the Brooklyn Bridge and killing Jason right there. Hud's love interest because the little monsters that come off of the original monster bit her.
     
    The process of the little monsters making their offical appearance is trilling and heart-pounding.
     
    They run into the subway because the monster is literally right over them and the military can't do jack to stop the thing. They stay there and Rob weeps over his broter and Hud's love interest brings up the possiblity of Beth being dead judging from the voice message. After a few minutes, Rob sees the tunnel map and finds out if they take the tunnel up, they'll be a few blocks from Beth's apartment. They start making their way when they notice something. The rats are haulin' their furry butts the sam one way direction. They hear a noise behind them. Rob turns on the night vision on the camera, and Hud is stunned. He tells them quietly to run. They want to know what he sees. Rob looks into the camera view.
     
    "FREAKIN' RUN!"
     
    Lots of heart-pounders in this scene.
     
    They reach a mall where the military is using it to care for injuried victims and track the monster. Once we see her bleeding from her left eye, the soldiers grab her and take her to quratine where they explode her head behind the curtains with a powerful gun. You only see the shadow of her death, and Hud, Jason's girlfriend, and Rob are left there. Rob constantly asks to get to the area where Beth's apartment is. Though the General tells him not to go, a soldier reluctantly tells them where to head, but with a warning. If they don't leave the island by 0600 hours (6 AM) through the evacution, they'll be stuck in the middle of bombing the holy heck out of the monster.
     
    Skip this amazingly long-to-describe part, they get Beth and try to leave as quickly as possible, because you get a full body view of the monster itself.
     
    It skips the scene of going down over 50 flights of stairs and cuts straight to them running outside. The military set up their forces there and fire whatever they got at the monster. Of course, the monster takes one step and full-body crushes a tank.
     
    They escort Jason's girlfriend into a helicopter where we never see her again for the next 15 minutes of the film. Hud, Rob, and Beth make it to a helicopter as the monster takes care of the force directly to their right.
     
    Cut to the scene in the air. The watch the monster's rampage as he walks destructively through Manhattan(sp?), and Hud catches a B-2 Bomber (or Night Hawk) fly over them and drops a row of bombs on the colossal creature and gives the idea that the thing is finished.
     
    Out of the smoke, it rises, nails the helicopter and brings it down.
     
    They crash-landed. Everything's quiet.
     
    Everyone in the theatre is wondering, "Is that it?" and talk as the camera stays in the same position for at least 30 seconds.
     
    At this point, the guy in the front watching the movie for a second time goes...
     
    "The movie isn't ###### over!"
     
    Everyone laughs and the movie goes on. Everyone but the pilots survived, but with plenty of injuries. They are in Central Park. They crawl out of the helicopter. They try looking for cover, but the monster appears. Hud has fallen. He points the camera directly at the monster. It looks down on him, breathing. For a full ten seconds, Hud is whispering 'Oh my God' over and over again when he should've gone Pirates of the Caribbean 2 Jack Sparrow style and say ' 'ello, beastie.'
     
    He comes down on our camera man, chews on him and kills him, and as it does, it must have been attacked by the military because he's spat out and the camera glitches a bit, trying to focus. Rob and Beth run over and know fr a fact, Hud's done.
     
    Rob takes the camera, runs under the famous bridge in the park and say their final goodbyes to the camera just in case they die.
     
    I'll end it here.
     
    Just so you know, I haven' ruined the whole movie, just telling you the parts that'll freakin' blow you away...
     
    READ THIS
     
    In the camera's final flashback with Rob and Beth on a date at a carnival, the camera looks out to the ocean. BOTTOM RIGHT SIDE, you will see somethng in the distance shoot into the water and rise the water shockwave style. Don't miss the moment.
     
    EDIT: AFTER THE CREDITS

    Its been reported that audio is heard at the end, which is believed to be Rob whispering 'Its Still Alive.' Don't miss that.
     
    This movie is the greatest I've EVER EVER seen. I recommend it completely, and you will not be disappointed.
     
    this movie gets the impossible rating of...
     
    14/10
     
    Good night, or morning, everyone.
     
    Funny, at this time, the Coverfield Monster starts his havoc...
     

  17. Arch-Angel

    Acute Maturity

    By Arch-Angel,

    ...So back on May 12th, I woke up at 6:30AM on a Saturday in pain. It was strange to me. It was like indigestion, but it packed more of a punch. I had to wake up early that morning anyway, had a Saturday school (like I said before, I'm no saint ) so I figure considering I felt something like this back on New Years and I simply waited it by reading Breaking Dawn from halfway to finish. Unfortunately...

    The pain got worse.

    I couldn't stand it. I woke up my mom and told her about it. She gave me Mylanta; the stuff you take for indigestion. I feel better for fifteen minutes, and I'm back to pain.

    The pain increased.

    I started writhing. I was contorting my body in ways you'd think I was possessed. Right across the middle of my abdomen, to the shoulder blades and kidneys, I was in pain. I could not lay down in peace, could not stand in peace, could not exist in peace.

    Now, I don't have medical insurance because we couldn't afford it, and the last thing I want for my family is a bill past the two digit range. So when I started begging my mom to bring me to the ER, you know I'm tortured.

    After waiting an hour in the ER, we got a room and a doctor.

    Thank you Lord for morphine.

    I got out of the hospital on Tuesday, and missed a week of school (and with that got my half-credit in Biology which I aced anyway for my attendance record). Luckily there was a House marathon that Monday to give me some irony.

    After an ultra sound revealing I had gallstones and a CT Scan confirming I had acute cholecystitis, I was given antibiotics to fight the infection, and was told that I was going to have surgery in four to six weeks to remove my gallbladder. With the gallstones in there, I could receive another infection or get cancer later on in life.

    You all know I hate the very thought of cancer.

    I was placed on a low-fat diet. For the last two months, I could not have any diary, pork, NOTHING over 4 grams of fat. Chips? Nope, pretzels. Chocolate milk? Nope, skim. Pizza or a burger? Nope, turkey wrap hold the mayo.

    Next time you think you should ask God to help you lose weight, you better be ready.

    In the first 2-3 weeks, I lost 10-15 pounds.

    Last Monday, the 6th of July, I had surgery to remove my vestigial organ. I spent the last six days recovering, and right now, I can walk. =D

    -------------------------------------------------------------

    The last three months had it's fill of drama. People thought Rachael was cheating on Miguel with me, I denied the claim and convinced Miguel otherwise, thus bringing back the couple. I stopped all rumors in the freshman class (stupid freshmen... *sigh*) that we were going out at all because I went to Cotillion with her (Miguel had a bumpy road in his life and I was her #2 guy if he couldn't go) and aside from vanquishing rumors and stopping drama from happening best I could, the school year ended well.

    The last 180+ days have been... staggering in making an impact in my life. I made a career choice, and I made an effort in my grades. I made so many friends, and lost who I loved. I have no contact with old pals, but made a best friend in Rachael. I remembered how to smile, but forgot the tears.

    I think I grew up a lot this year. And the best/worst part is, there's a whole lot more of it to do.

    ~AA
  18. Arch-Angel

    Addicted To Spanglish

    By Arch-Angel,

    Update on my life, I have quit the Wrestling Team to continue on working with my grades. Gotta put that ahead of sports. Also, I got a new mp3 player (wonder what I coul get now for Christmas), the Sansa c240 1 GB (Black).
     
    If you know me, you know I speak Spanglish.
     
    What is Spanglish you ask?
     

     
    Might I mention it is very fun to speak.
     
    Let me give some simple translations easy to remember and to spell:
     
    Yo - I
    Me/Mi - My
    Madre - Mom
    Padre - Dad
    Padres - Parents
    Hermano - Brother
    Hermana - Sister
    Amigo(s) - Friend(s)
    Tu - You
    Gusta - Like
    Amor - My Love
    Es - Is
    Muy - Very
    Soy - Am
    Que pasa? - What's up?/What's going on?
     
    Examples:

    Mi madre es muy angry. ><
     
    Me no gusta your hermana. >_>
     
    Mi padre's making take out the trash.
     
    Karley es mi amor.
     
    Yo soy Pirate!
     
    Can I go out with mi amigos?
     
    Que pasa, boi!?
     
    Hope that clears up most of my simple bi-lingual speech online and in the real world.
     

  20. Arch-Angel
    Today I finally got to see my sister after I believe an exact month. Sure, at the airport my mom told me to go inside and see if I can spot her (which I doubted, so I instead got my last Pepsi in a while, more on that Monday) and when I walked out, she was already putting her things in the back of the Explorer. During the ride home, she talked on about the things she remembered about Brazil and we concluded the fact that she now has difficulty switching back to English as she couldn't stop speaking Portuguese for the life of her.
     
    We got some Brazilian takeout (we don't know what Americans eat aside from fast food and UNO's), I had my bladder ready to give up on me because of that Pepsi, and after me doing my business and coming back down to bring up the lugage (I'm and brawn of the family), we came up to our apartment and ate our lunch... or my sister called to Brazil and my mom yelled at her to come up the entire time. She came out of her room after talking about five minutes I finished and came to my room.
     
    After spending much of my time on the computer, Smackdown! vs. RAW 2007, and a bit on the phone, I finally remembered that I had to call Barnes and Nobles about my application I turned in. Ya see, if you annoy them long enough, they'll give you an interview.
     
    My annoyance only took one call and I got my interview Monday at 3:30 PM.
     
    WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
     
    Seriously, its a dream job. I love reading, its walking distance from my school (Mile and a half), and I have to be 16 to work there. Its great.
     
    There's one problem.
     
    Things are going too well...
     
    Expect my downfall soon.
     
    ~AA
  21. Arch-Angel

    Almost Cried.

    By Arch-Angel,

    I've been in a foul mood at 11:30 PM, the last remaining half hour of 2007. The scanner is broken, I can't give my entry to Ranna's contest (and she'd need it), and I haven't talked to Bionigirl in what feels like ages.
     
    I make my plate of food. Yellow rice, black beans on top, with rosemary pre-made chicken from Shaws to the side. Nothng I wouldn't expect. Just glad to have black beans, my favorite.
     
    I'm giving attitude to my mom and sister as they sit (mom) and lay (sister) on the couch. Alica Keys performed her hit song 'No One' to the audience of the possibly hundreds of thousands of people in Times Square of New York City. The final 10 seconds come up as that passes and the CBS News Team of New York interview celebrities and A. Rod finally. Never like A. Rod. Never liked the Yankees. FOf curse I don't like them, I'm a freakin' Boston Red Sox Loyalist. Won the World Series, so you can't say we suck and prove it.
     
    The Half-Ton Ball flashing its lights starts its slow descent to the unlit sign of 2008, which is hiding in the darkness. My mom decides 'Why not try to be a family these last remaining seconds of this year?' so she makes us hold hands. I never found us to be a family since my dad left us almost 365 days ago, Jan 2, 2007 at 2-3 AM as he was treated to the shiny bracelets and brought back to the station in the back of a Ford Victoria flashing its lights of red, white, and blue.
     
    The ball is going to make it.
     
    My 2007 face is still on.
     
    The ball reaches the 2008 sign and it lights up brightly proclaiming that we have now landed in a new year.
     
    Introducing my 2008 face.
     
    My mind starts racing instantly. Every thought, every sorrow, everything, and everyone that I have ever made contact with that had any impact on my life goes through my mind.
     
    And I feel tears coming to my eyes.
     
    My stone heart is almost broken, but stays strong.
     
    I feel hate. I feel pain. I feel anger. I feel sorrow.
     
    Truly wish I could feel anything but.
     
    My eyes are watery now...
     
     
     
    Its a stupid holiday. Its a stupid waste of my pathetic time. And its spent my someone as supid as I am.
    I could punch a hole in a wall right now, and I hope I hit the person on the other side.
     
    I'm looking at the empty can of Pepsi in front of me. First one of the year.
     
    Freakin'...
     
    Have a good year everyone. I'll be here swallowing down the foolishness and misery of my being.
     
    Have fun...
     
    BZPower...
     
    For me.
     

  22. Arch-Angel
    I truly feel alone in this world. Like only the friends I had before could understand me, but my new friends that have better luck than I do. They think the idea of a bad day is having a friend mad at you or their mom won't bring them to the mall or another friend's house.
     
    My idea of a bad day is listen to my dad being a hypocrite and having massive flashbacks.
     
    My father loves me, but he doesn't understand the pain he put my mom and my sister. (More on that when I can take typng it up)
     
    Unfortunately, I need money for myself, and he offered me a job as a Handyman. I accept it, and now from Monday-Friday, from morning 'til evening, he picks me up and drops me off at home. I get 8 bucks an hour, work about 8 hours a day(I don't choose hours), and I leave my house around 8 AM.
     
    He thinks he had it harder. He doesn't realize the days of my mom crying every night alone in her bed, the times I wanted to destroy everything in my room, or my sister breaking down in tears.
     
    He left us for another family. A woman from our old church and her two sons. Her last husband died in a construction accident. Crushed by concrete.
     
    He now lives in a small city not far from us in an apartment with her, and the two boys. One is 2 years old, and the other 10 or so.
     
    And the amount of sorrow they have faced in the past should never justify what the woman did to us.
     
    She brought it all to us.
     
    I'd rather have my dad dead than have him reject us in a snap.
     

  23. Arch-Angel
    Ah... Tuesday.
     
    One of the many vains of my existance.
     
    Missed school today, last night was long, and I don't want to get into it.
     
    All day on the computer, and for some reason, BZP refuses to entertain.
     
    In other news...
     

     
    Also, introducing my new soda, Brazil's Finest...
     

     
    Good day, everyone. Unfortunately, its Tuesday.
     

     
     
  25. Arch-Angel
    I don't even know why I'm bothering with my blog NOW.
     
    I'll just tell you to get it off my shoulders.
     
    Today started off as usual. My sleep is diprived as I'm reading the book 'Jumper' that the movie was orginally made from. Though I don't know the acccuracy from the two, 'Jumper' is a good book. Which is why I'm up until 1 AM reading.
     
    So I get up at 5:40 AM (clock is 20 minutes fast so it reads 6 AM to physicologically rush me in the morning) and I do my rountine. Bathroom, clothes, frosted flakes with milk bound to expire (that'll be a fun day), and all the things I need.
     
    I get to school and know I'll have work to make up from my absence yesterday. During lunch though, a friend of mine named Tito starts trash-talking about how he made me tap out in some playful grappling (basically amatuer wrestling without the style) and it was before Biology, I lefted him p with bare strength and could've slammed him down and chose not to. Considering the teacher would walk in and give me a detention right off the bat, I tapped.
     
    Now... he hasn't stopped talking about it. And continues to talk in lunch. So, with splitting headache and all, I challenge him. After school, meet in the front entrance.
     
    3 PM, he shows up, and the Aleve a friend of mine gave was helping quite a bit. We walked to the field arcoss the street from where his friends are playing 'Suicide' and others just hanging out.
     
    I take off my polo, empty my pockets, stretch a bit, and we start. After we broke up from the first round, my lip starts bleeding a lot. During on of his moves (possibly the DDT), my front teeth came down on my bottom lip, cutting it open. I suck on it a bit a spit on the ground.
     
    We go a second time, and when I found a moment I could take him down, I got on top of his back and into a headlock. After a few seconds of squeezing, he tapped. Though the tap was only viewed from my eyes, I know I won dispite what his friends didn't see.
     
    Right now we're even. No need for a thrid round to prove who's better. He's talking about how he cut my lip and all because he just can't come out saying he lost. Apparently thats too much for him.
     
    I just know I beat him. Not the biggest challenge, but I beat him. (expect a Rond Three tomorrow if he keeps talking)
     
    Before all this, in English class, my teacher wants to know whats up with my homework, and my failing grade. I simply told him, "I'll have my essay in tomorrow."
     
    "Good man."
     
    Fast forward presently to the story from before, and fast forward. 4 PM I get home in my not so cozy apartment and look around the blogs. I'm exhausted (sleep deprived and grappling, do the math) and I walk over to where my mom is on the couch and plant myself there for a nap.
     
    A four and a half hour nap.
     
    It was 9 PM, I'm a bit mad my mom didn't make an effort to wake me up. I have my dinner, come here, look at the latest blog entries from the one I left off, and get on my blog. I noticed Valenti's comment, and I thank him for his approval.
     
    I click the entry button on top, click 'Add Entry' and I know I should be doing that 4-5 paragraph essay on Brutus' character in William Shakespeare's 'Julius Caesar'.
     
    The instant I click the button, my teacher (in my head) shouted, "Moron!" like he does to some of the students.
     
    No, he isn't a bad teacher, but he isn't stupid whatsoever. He likes to challenge you, which I like in a teacher. If he must use an insult (more like show who fits the description in class) he will.
     
    So right now, Mr. McNeill is shouting in my head. My conscience is right next to him, slapping me upside the head.
     
    Ugh... Better do that essay...
     
    ~AA
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