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  1. Arch-Angel
    Blog approvals... Ever since the Blog of the Week, we seem to have had a steady increase in making, earning, and asking for them. Some look amazing, some look thrown together, others you REALLY want. It seems to be that no matter how much you blog, you can't get that one member to find your blog approving of them. Though, in the process, we get the approvals that are so rare to get, you forget the one you really want and you're happy you got them.
     
    But I want to know, what blog approvals you got and how? Whats the story behind them? Your Metals of Honor (I call them) have all been given for some reason.
     
    Members who have given their Blog Approvals:
    Taki (2)
    Cap'n Goldfish
    Dalek
    Jack Skellington
    Teebert
    ChocolateFrogs
    Merriment
    Necro
    Kopakalaka
    Kohaku
    Valenti
    Mandragora
    Dorek
    //// Dalek Paan ////
    ~Blue Diamond~
    bfahome
    Air-Master
    Bundalings the Bunny
    The Xaeraz/The Dr. Zephyr
    Omicron
    Lluvio
     
    One's Earned through Friendship and/or Blog Readers:
    Taki
    Cap'n Goldfish
    Dalek
    Teebert
    ChocolateFrogs
    Necro
    Kohaku
    Valenti
    Dorek
    ~Blue Diamond~
    Kopakalaka
    Bundalings the Bunny
    The Xaeraz/The Dr. Zephyr
    Omicron
    Lluvio
     
    Given Through (indirectly) Asking or Blog Approval Trade:
    Jack Skellington
    Kopakalaka
    Bfahome
    Omicron
     
    Have shame in:
    Kopakalaka (I asked for it, but I didn't earn it. I'm undeserving of it)
     
    That one entry got you that approval you've wanted so bad:
    Dalek
    Kohaku
    Valenti
    Merriment (Hey, I didn't know him, but I wanted the approval when it was given)
    ~Blue Diamond~
    Air-Master
    Omicron
    Lluvio
     
    That approval you wish the Member would resize already(!) ><:
    Necro
     
    The Approval that you never saw until the day you got it (giving it that special feeling):
    Taki
    Teebert
    Merriment
    ChocolateFrogs
    //// Dalek Paan ////
     
    Approvals you want and hope you get:
    Omicron
    ~Blue Diamond~
    Biomech
    Bundalings the Bunny
    MercenaryXero
    MercenaryXero (that Chuck Norris one is pretty cool)
    Toa Lluvio
    Cederak
    Air-Master
    Ca'gerrin
    Bfahome
    Sunburst
    ~Po~
    Bonesiii
    Darth Vader
    Turakki's #1 Lavasurfer
    Munkiman
    ~Aklan~
    Arpy
    -SZ-
    Cee-estee
    dexterack.77
    Gryphus 1
    ∞*Barrahkshi*∞
    Nieve

     
    ^Consider that my check list of sorts.
     
    What are yours?
     
    ~AA
  2. Arch-Angel
    Read this.
     
    UPDATE: Russia has retreated out of Georgia, saying, "The aggressor has been punished."
     
    Today, 8/13/08:
     
    Russia to U.S.: Choose us or Georgia Forum link removed - Nukora
     
    Any political comments will be deleted if it shall spark a flame war. (Wish they could be drafted. I <3 opinions)
     

     
    ~AA
  3. Arch-Angel

    Columbine Massacre

    By Arch-Angel,

    April 20th, 1999

    Two boys entered Columbine with guns and bombs.

    Lest we forget.




    A mourner moves slowly past the casket of Isaiah Shoels at the Heritage Christian Center. Isaiah, who would have graduated two months later, was buried with his diploma and in his cap and gown.

    The Victims, Both Injured And Dead

    1. Rachel Scott, age 17, killed by shots to the head, torso, and leg on a grassy area next to the West Entrance of the school.

    2. Richard Castaldo, age 17, shot in the arm, chest, back and abdomen on the same grassy area.

    3. Daniel Rohrbough, age 15, killed by a shot to the chest on the West Staircase.

    4. Sean Graves, age 15, shot in the back, foot and abdomen on the West Staircase.

    5. Lance Kirklin, age 16, shot with wounds to the leg, neck and jaw on the West Staircase.

    6. Michael Johnson, age 15, escaped from the grassy knoll with wounds to his face, arm and leg.

    7. Mark Taylor, age 16, shot in the chest, arms and leg on the grassy knoll.

    8. Anne-Marie Hochhalter, age 17, shot in the chest, arm, abdomen, back, and left leg near the cafeteria's entrance.

    9. Brian Anderson, age 16, injured near the West Entrance by flying glass.

    10. Patti Nielson, age 35, hit in the shoulder by shrapnel near the West Entrance.

    11. Stephanie Munson, age 16, shot in the ankle inside the North Hallway.

    12. Dave Sanders, age 47, died of blood loss after being shot in the neck and back inside the South Hallway.

    13. Evan Todd, age 15, sustained minor injuries from the splintering of a desk he was hiding under.

    14. Kyle Velasquez, age 16, killed by gunshot wounds to the head and back.

    15. Patrick Ireland, age 17, shot in the arm, leg, head, and foot.

    16. Daniel Steepleton, age, 17, shot in the thigh.

    17. Makai Hall, 18, shot in the knee.

    18. Steven Curnow, age 14, killed by a shot to the neck.

    19. Kacey Ruegsegger, age 17, shot in the hand, arm and shoulder.

    20. Cassie Bernall, age 17, killed by a shot to the head.

    21. Isaiah Shoels, age 18, killed by a shot to the chest.

    22. Matthew Kechter, age 16, killed by a shot to the chest.

    23. Lisa Kreutz, age 18, shot in the shoulder, hand and arms and thigh.

    24. Valeen Schnurr, age 18, injured with wounds to the chest, arms and abdomen.

    25. Mark Kintgen, age 17, shot in the head and shoulder.

    26. Lauren Townsend, age 18, killed by multiple gunshot wounds to the head, chest and lower body.

    27. Nicole Nowlen, age 16, shot in the abdomen.

    28. John Tomlin, age 16, killed by multiple shots to the head and neck.

    29. Kelly Fleming, age 16, killed by a shot to the back.

    30. Jeanna Park, age 18, shot in the knee, shoulder and foot.

    31. Daniel Mauser, age 15, killed by a shot to the face.

    32. Jennifer Doyle, age 17, shot in the hand, leg and shoulder.

    33. Austin Eubanks, age 17, shot in the head and knee.

    34. Corey DePooter, age 17, killed by shots to the chest and neck.

    Hate breeds hate.

    ~AA
  4. Arch-Angel
    Yesterday started like any other. I wake up, morning rountine, get to the bus stop about two and a half minutes before it comes, go about my classes, wish there would be something to blog about.
     
    Unfortunately, there was.
     
    In my English class, two people have the nack of saying 'Jesus Christ!' in vain. Its quite annoying as a Christian. I myself spent a year and a half trying to remove it was my speech. When one says it, its like they blame Him for whatever is wrong whether or not it is their intention of saying it. It also feels like a racist term to me. Its quite painful really.
     
    I try to explain it to them when I ask them not to say it, and my teacher, Mr. McNeill (mentioned here) comes out with this to cease discussion.
     
    "Get to work and stop talking about fictional characters!"
     
    That just stunned me inside. I truly respected this man. He had a strong opinion on many things and was techically against apathy of all kind. I always wanted to here his opinion. If he has an opinion on Jesus Christ, the Man that I worship, don't you think he could've at least done it a bit less offending?
     
    After we were done with our activity called clustering and writing a paragraph on it (I believe its called a vignette) I realized I should've walked out of class after that. I didn't get too far into my paragraph considering what he said still affected me greatly. I mean it whe I say I felt horrible inside, almost betrayed in a way. Like Julius felt when he saw Brutus as one of the conspirators against him. When Julius saw Brutus jump at him wih a dagger, he gave up on fighting back.
     
    Et tu, Brute?
     
    You too, Mr. McNeill?
     
    The one thing I can't stand is someone willing to hate any and all people because of their belief. You can believe in no God, but must you insult him in front of hs believers? Thats like me taking a leak on your mother's grave as you are crying over it.
     
    Yes, my respect for him dropped dramatically after that comment, but I'm still angry at myself for not leaving.
     
    NOTE: Remember to avoid religious discussion.
     
    ~AA
  5. Arch-Angel

    The List So Far

    By Arch-Angel,

    Read this first.
     
     
     
    Due to a snowstorm, meeting Michelle was dumped. I've tried to keep in contact with her but my life got too busy in the last two (or was it three?) weeks. You guys would know, I haven't made an entry in a WHILE.
     
     
     
    Lemme see if I can get all the names...
    Barbie Tyanie Lee Anne Stephanie Stephanie (there are two) Jill Rachael Emma Ms. Anonymous Adrianna Michelle Vanessa Carley Carley (there are two) Sydney Elizabeth Eleanor Monica Rachel Amanda Danielle Megan Katie Britteny Aline Deanna Amy Lea Anna Sandie Sarah Olivia Those are the names of every girl I've fallen for since the last entry. 
    This "Crush Rush" was killing me. In two hours of loving one girl, I'm loving the next. It was torturous; loving a girl and making plans to ask them out, only to switch up and start loving another chica!
     
    I decided to talk to Rachael about it. She's really now considered one of my best amigas (and I'm apparently one of her best guy friends) and she wanted to do a process of elimination thing after I made the list above. She knew she was one of them, but when she asked 'Which one of these girls do you think you love more?'...
     
    ...Well I was honest with her, and she was kind of shocked it was her.
     
    I mean, seriously. Rachael is a beautiful girl with a love for theater, a sarcastic sense of humor and a love for fun (not the bad fun) and she just so much more of what I love and who I can trust.
     
    Though I was quick to tell her that I'm one-hundred percent fine with being friends. It doesn't have to go anywhere. If she sees me only as a friend, what I am to do besides be her friend, which is exactly what I'm happy to be?
     
    Of course, the Crush Rush is still continuing, but I still got love for Rachael. Right now, I love her as a best friend.
     
     
    Last Saturday was Theater Exchange. An event made 17 years ago involving multiple schools across the state of Massachusetts where they all come over a hosting school for students to see others perform. At first I was nervous, but soon after I met the people, I felt at home again like I do on stage. I got to meet a good number of people (hey, when you have 150+ kids from other towns pop up, meeting and remembering twenty people is an accomplishment worth a load of brownie points) and we played volleyball. Of course, I owned.
     
    We finally got to watch the performances after hanging out and going to acting classes (for the sake of enjoyment) and I've got to say, five hours of watching seven plays (including doing our play) is exhausting... for the jaw. Comedies were dominating. I don't think the shows could've ended better without 'The Underpants'. It sounds ridiculous, but if you get the chance to watch it, you'll realize the there is more innuendo in there in about 35 minutes then there are in all the BZP Chatrooms on AIM in a week combined. It's my absolute favorite play, hands down.
     
    Days pass, nights disappear, and on Friday of the 13th day, good things happen.
     
    Or is it good?
     
    It might all come crashing down on me in the end, but it happens.
     
    You see, this entry has been a draft for quite a while, and with more and more girls asking who I liked, I needed something to explain.
     
    So I showed the girls the list above. All of the girls I've explained it to are on that list.
     
    With about five girls knowing about the Crush Rush, you'd think I've all but ruin my plans of getting a girlfriend.
     
    Nah.
     
    You see, though I may or may not love one of them right now, love is not bothering me too much at the moment. On Valentines Day, I was blasting my favorite love songs in my room as a went about my day. I had nooooo pressures, no sorrow, but no complete happiness.
     
    You know you can enjoy Valentines Day alone if you have ever truly loved someone with all your devotion.
     
    ~AA
  7. 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
  10. Arch-Angel
    I'm sitting here in a school Library with AM Collaberation, which means school offically starts Lord knows when.
     
    Though, this has me a little steamed like the veggies I don't eat.
     
    I noticed the pathedic way we mimic the unexpericenced, txt talking members.
     
    AKA, noobs and newbs.
     
    The statements are the first factor.
     
    If you're gonna make fun of them, then do it correctly.
     
    A noob/newb doesnot take his finger off the shift momentarily. For example.
     
    !!111!1!
     
    I was a noob. and from that, I know how its done.
     
    !!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!1
     
    That indicates that the shift was released before the one, telling us the member didn't look over his work and is somewhat inexpericenced with the keyboard.
     
    Next, the caps.
     
    Noobs/Newbs only hit that cap lock or keep the shift down when angry or excited. Calm and normal mood doesn't bother with punctuation or correct capitalization.
     
    REALY LIKE THE NEWVA~! GREGF IS THE BEST!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!11
     
    Sometimes the one is pressed longer. The ~ in the above statement was by my own mistake, though the fact that it was a mistake was why I left it.
     
    Noobs/Newbs make mistakes. Grammar and spelling mistakes.
     
    If you're gonna make fun of them, do it right.
     
    Ya noob.
     
    Oh, and I got the taste of bad milk in my mouth. Should've seen that coming this morning... <.<
     
    ~AA
  11. Arch-Angel
    A lot of things have brought my life down and apart. 2007 was mind-altering, emotional-roller coaster, life changing year.
     
    But I'd love to have half an hour devoted to myself every week on a balcony or porch, basking in the sun with a pair of sunglasses (or not) and absorb the peace, while drinking a nice cold Pepsi of either Pepsi One, Pepsi Original, or Diet Pepsi.
     
    Those moments I truly appreciate from God.
     
    Oh, and you know what adds a bigger smile?
     
    After entering 30+ codes at www.pepsistuff.com that came from under those caps of multiple 20 oz. Pepsi's, I won something.
     
    Not four sweatshirts like before.
     
    Not 20 bucks for gas like before.
     

     
    A free 8 GB Zune.
     
    And all I had to do was drink a product I would've drank at a regular basis. I didn't drink more just for this (maybe a few), but I have a free, long needed mp3 player (which I thought was coming in November after reading the policy weeks ago).
     
    And you all thought I was stupid entering those contests!
     
    ~AA
  12. 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
  13. Arch-Angel
    BAD NEWS

     
    I am so sorry to inform you all that I have just seen the trailer to this movie not to long ago, and again somone let loose the 2 of the 6 writers from the Scary Movie Franchise from their cage yet again. With movies like Date Movie and Epic Movie left in their path of destruction, we can't expect this one to be any different.


     
    Sorry King Leonidas. I truly am sorry...
     

  14. Arch-Angel
    The following took place last night (July 3rd). Its been edited by staff member Kohaku, and double-checked by Makaru to make sure it stayed well within the rules.
     
    I forgot to press F2 for the time of each IM, but keep in mind, the further it went, the longer it took for each IM.
     
     
     
     
     
    bionigirl: I know...I'm late. I'm very sorry.
     
    Jon Batista 91: its alright =)

    bionigirl: Carnival tomorrow. This one guy I met that lives down the road keeps asking me.
     
    bionigirl: I hear that there was something between you and some other girl?

    bionigirl: Care to tell me about that?
     
    Jon Batista 91: yeah...
     
    Jon Batista 91: I had this small crush on this girl way back in my old town. Before you and I we're in a relationship, I had a thought in asking her out. I just recently talked to her on AIM and I found out I still have a small crush on her. Half of my conscience wanted to ask her out, the other half slapped me in the face and reminded me of who I really loved.
     
    bionigirl: Hundreds of miles away.
     
    Jon Batista 91: since then (last night) I've been thinking about it.

    Jon Batista 91: I felt like I almost took the same steps as my dad
     
    bionigirl: Jon, can I ask you something serious?
     
    Jon Batista 91: yeah

    bionigirl: Have you ever thought about breaking up with me?
     
    Jon Batista 91: never!

    Jon Batista 91: My only fear is you breaking up with me

    Jon Batista 91: and me cheating on you. ><

    bionigirl: Haha.
     
    Jon Batista 91: I was watching the news the other day
     
    Jon Batista 91: and they had a segment on the warm weather and show a clip of the beach
     
    Jon Batista 91: during a sunset
     
    Jon Batista 91: every sunset I see, whether in real life or TV, I always think of you there at my side as we watch it
     
    bionigirl: Is that healthy for you, Jon? I read your blog, I talk to Phil. You love me, and you know I love you. But...you love me so much...well, I love you...It's just hard to understand where you're basing your love.
     
    Jon Batista 91: I don't know...
     
    Jon Batista 91: When we were talking back in November, I found you as the perfect girl
     
    Jon Batista 91: funny, smart, wise, and beautiful
     
    bionigirl: You make me sound like a mother.
     
    Jon Batista 91: XD

    Jon Batista 91: well, I always imagine us together
     
    Jon Batista 91: and I just want to show you that I love you
     
    Jon Batista 91: so everything in that blog

    Jon Batista 91: is just me venting how I long for that day we see each other in person
     
    bionigirl: Tell me about the girl.

    Jon Batista 91: back in Maynard, we talked to each other through friends, and I always found her fun and cute
     
    Jon Batista 91: she grew up, and became a lot of things I'm not
     
    Jon Batista 91: so I stayed away from her a bit, but I talked to her
     
    Jon Batista 91: she's got a good personality, yeah
     
    Jon Batista 91: and she's attractive
     
    Jon Batista 91: so basically my conscience stopped the hormones from kicking in and doing the wrong thing
     
    bionigirl: But, why were you tempted to ask her out the other day?
     
    bionigirl: I know it's probably embarrassing, but could you explain that a little more?
     
    Jon Batista 91: I wanted to go out with her, and get lucky
     
    Bionigirl: Jon...I want you to be happy.
     
    Jon Batista 91: I am happy
     
    Jon Batista 91: its just being a boy at 16 that stinks ><
     
    Bionigirl: Jon, I want you to be in a normal relationship. With dates and kissing and fights and expressible love...
     
    Bionigirl: Yes, that's a word.
     
    Jon Batista 91: but Karley...
     
    Jon Batista 91: I'd rather wait to have those with you
     
    Bionigirl: But how do you know?
     
    Bionigirl: How do you know you'd rather wait? What if...what if there's someone out there actually better than me?
     
    Bionigirl: Because trust me, I'm a pretty messed up gal.
     
    Jon Batista 91: lol
     
    Jon Batista 91: I like a girl with faults
     
    Bionigirl: When it comes down to it, no matter how much I love you...I can't stand to think about how much I'm keeping you from.
     
    Bionigirl: You obviously know where I'm going with this...
     
    Jon Batista 91: yes...

    Bionigirl: You know I love you. But...we're kids. And life isn't easy. I can't stay in any actual relationships because of my moving around constantly, besides you. And I know you'd want me to pray about this before I made any decisions.
     
    Bionigirl: So every night I prayed. And every night it became more clear to me that I'm hurting you, even if you don't realize it, by loving you and keeping you to myself. Because while I want to be loved, I care about you so much that I don't want you to have to be "alone" without me forever.
     
    Jon Batista 91: so you want to break up?
     
    Bionigirl: So if that comparison you made was correct, I feel like in the way that I will sacrifice the love of my life, the most amazing, selfless, wonderful, talented, loving, cute, adorable, and strong man that I think about all day, because even though I know this hurts (trust me, I know), I want you to live and go through trials and experiences. And if after that you honestly say you haven't been happy without dating me, then we'll consider where we're going.
     
    Bionigirl: But yes, Jon. I do. But I'm not a total heartbreaker. I'll let you say every negative though, the worst things you're thinking. I want you to not restrain yourself.
     
    Jon Batista 91: why do you have to be so smart?
     
    Bionigirl: So I don't get shot when I'm not looking.
     
    Jon Batista 91: every love song... It was you. Every moment I spent talking with another girl, you were there controlling me... and I never felt alone in a room when there was you, staring back on my Zune background
     
    Bionigirl: By the way, my hair is red, now. If I can sneak you a picture, I'm sure you'd enjoy how funky it looks. Cassey messed it up. It was the last time I saw her.
     
    Jon Batista 91: I'd like that...
     
    Bionigirl: I want you to have the...honor, if thats what you can call this, of doing the deed, Jonathan.
     
    Jon Batista 91: the deed?
     
    Bionigirl: The breaking up...
     
    Jon Batista 91: thought so
     
    Bionigirl: Wait...
     
    Bionigirl: before you do...
     
    Bionigirl: *kisses Jon with her heart*
     
    Bionigirl: Okay...you can do it now.
     
    Jon Batista 91: Karley
     
    Jon Batista 91: many nightmares were there about what would happen on this day
     
    Jon Batista 91: unfortunately, they were more visions
     
    Jon Batista 91: I don't know if the dreams of us together in the future were visions as well

    Jon Batista 91: but I pray so
     
    Jon Batista 91: but today
     
    Jon Batista 91: we're only friendss'
     
    Jon Batista 91: find another boy
     
    Jon Batista 91: someone you can stay with
     
    Jon Batista 91: be happy

    Jon Batista 91: if you happened to get married, I'm not sure I'll be there

    Jon Batista 91: but I will live my life knowing that you're happy
     
    Jon Batista 91: so today, you are not my girlfriend
     
    Jon Batista 91: nor am I your boyfriend
     
    Bionigirl: I'll always love you, Jon. Don't ever doubt that. But I want you to have a life...try to love without me.
     
    Jon Batista 91: thats as easy as trying to live without a beating heart
     
    Bionigirl: I feel bad, Jonny. You know I do.
     
    Jon Batista 91: I know...
     
    Jon Batista 91: you know
     
    Jon Batista 91: I don't think there's a song for this one...
     
    Bionigirl: Phil'd know.
     
    Bionigirl: I'll be online during the summer. We are gonna stay friends, be sure of that. Because it's the only way to get through the pain. Night, Jonny. Talk to you soon.
     
    Jon Batista 91: night Karley...
     
     
     
     
    " we're only friendss' " part was probably the hardest and longest time I took for three words to get out.
     
    I was drinking a Diet Pepsi at the time. It tasted like what it exactly is; chemicals. I emptied the can and threw it on the ground.
     
    I've shed my tears.
     
    Twenty-four hours later, I put on a fake smile and spend time with my mom. We watched Wall-E. It was good. Took my mind off things.
     
    I usually recover from initial shock of trauma within the first hour.
     
    Still recovering.
     
    My hands always feel heavy thinking about it. Pepsi is no longer sweet to my mouth. Makes it dry for some reason.
     
     
     
     
    I wonder if she went out with that guy down the street yet. I want her to keep her mind off me. She's beautiful, she'll find a guy in a second.
     
    Looks like I'm back in the singles game...
     
    But I forgot how to play.
     
    I'm just gonna end this entry now...
     
    ~AA
  15. Arch-Angel
    For a time I felt secure. I had friends I could laugh with, friends I could trust, knees that wouldn't hurt, Pepsi that wouldn't be out of reach (<-dang good time), and I had a home in an apartment building and not homeless like we were in danger of being fourteen months back. It was another chapter in my life, the time where Jon's life seemed happy. Unfortunately, whenever the next chapter began, after conquering the endeavors of the previous chapters, he would be back in another trial of life. The peace and happiness he had left, now he is more loose in anger and sorrow. He hates sorrow, hated how misery became his posse. He enjoys superkicking misery time and time again, but misery carried an iron jaw.
     
    Stubborn friend.
     
    (back to first person)
     
    The rain is around, the clouds discourage. It's psychological really; dark and gloomy weather brings depression in forecast while the sun is bright and shining, and the light brings happiness and smiles on faces. Though I am conscious of this fact, my heart is still aching.
     
    Hey Wrinkled Lion, what's up? Thought I'd catch you off guard in my blog, knowing you don't like my dreadful entries of depression and how I complain and yada yada yada. I'd send you some offensive sign language considering I'm in that mood, but Omi's always on me about my blog (and I don't blame him. It's his job) and I guess it wouldn't be the most mature thing to do.
     
    It'd be the humane thing to do.
     
    You've heard the sentence maybe a hundred times:
     
    "I have no friends."
     
    Now you usually hear the discouraged person speak that, and it's truly a lie, an accidental lie. What they probably mean is that they have friends to laugh with, but none to cry with. Now I know you guys out there tell me I have to I could talk to, but come on. You're hundreds of miles away, and the closest one of you all is Mojjy who lives in western Mass, and the only reason I'd go there would be for Six Flags.
     
    I don't really have anyone I can have fun with and talk to anytime I want at the moment, and I feel quite lonely. I don't have anyone but my Spanish teacher to vent to, and was one time two weeks ago... and it's my bloody Spanish teacher.
     
    I love my family. Love my mom, love my sister. Though sometimes I just don't like my sister, and my mom is too overprotective of me and doesn't trust the fact that I'm a straightedge. I'm sixteen, after going this long without a cigarette or a drop of alcohol, I deserve a freakin' merit badge with the crud I have to deal with everyday. I can't hang out with people cause I don't smoke, and I don't plan on buying Glen a pack of a cigarettes at Store 24 because I look like I can pass as 18 with my 5 o'clock shadow, I don't want to party with the cute girls and drink until my liver is tired and my brain demands I vomit, I don't want to change the way I look to fit into one crowd (because if you wear American Eagle or Hollister, you're a tool and deserve to die! [/sarcasm]), I don't want to listen to one kind of music, I don't want to shave my head bald and hate others, I don't want to fight people I don't know, I don't want to tell people who to be, and I sure as heck don't want anyone talking smack about me.
     
    I'm just lonely, dang it.
     
    There was this one person, but I'm not even sure if she's even alive. I'm tempted to add another dove to the first content block.
     
    After watching Madagascar 2 with my mom and sis, on the way home as my sister went on to my mom about the mechanic at the Toyota Dealership who is apparently stupid and can't fix the noise she keeps hearing, I found myself doing something.
     
    I was thinking about what I would write to each individual I know. Suicide letters.
     
    Suicide. It sounds so bad. It is, really. Some people think it's a horrid thing, some a disgraceful thing, others- not a thought in the world about it. Me? I don't know. It's something I've thought of a lot in my life. I've tried writing my own goodbye letter but my hand was shaking wildly and I quit on it and torn up the letter, thinking of my mom and how much she'd die inside.
     
    I hate the mere thought, but I want to tell everyone everything I've thought about them. I want to tell this one girl, though she already knows it, that I love her blue eyes and how they stand out from her black hair, that I could stare into them for as long as I could, if I could. I want to tell her boyfriend that he's lucky to have such a pretty girl as his own. I want to tell another girl that I'm sorry we couldn't be friends and that she's just too mean around people she doesn't know to even so much give them a chance. I want to tell another girl (TOO MANY GIRLS) that I enjoyed the time we were together as friends but the smack she talks isn't justified and that she has to less affected by the amount of crud around her or she'll burst into emotional flames. I want to tell another friend that life can be fair, so long as you stay fair and people will treat you nice if you treat them nice. I want to tell this one girl I liked her for her brains, and her looks didn't matter. I want to tell another girl that she isn't the witch she thinks she is, just amazingly honest to the point (no matter how sharp that point is). I want to tell this one teacher his method sucks, but it's what makes him so freakin' cool. I want to tell another kid that smoking will kill him, not a bullet or knife, because those things haven't come yet. I want to tell you love birds out there how to get a girl, but you're relying on inexperience of the people that you think knows what they're doing instead, but I understand why you'd do that (and it makes me chuckle sometimes at the sad fact, and I just chuckled right now). I want to tell another guy to stop thinking overtly about himself and look at other people's problems, and turning on the TV to watch the news isn't a bad idea either, you moron. I want to tell this girl that I like her a lot because she's smart and pretty, but I don't love her, because she's meant for someone more honest and open. I want to tell another girl that she's so smart and pretty, and I hope she finds the English rockstar stud she's hoping to find. I want to tell another girl that I wish I could hold her and tell her I'll be fine and I'll never forget her, and-
     
    I need a Pepsi, badly. I need something.
     
    Unfortunately, I won't selfishly kill myself. I fear my spiritual beliefs got me in the end, because thinking of others and the result of my death didn't work. Thank the Lord (literally).
     
    Well, another day will come. The sun will rise, the sun will set, and I'll be alive, I bet.
     
    Please, don't comment with stuff saying I can cry on your shoulder via PM or IM. I need someone I can physically be with and hug tight.
     
    Should I buy a teddy bear?
     
    I dunno.
     
    Peace out, and by 'peace out', I mean the end of this entry, not my life.
     
    ~AA
  16. Arch-Angel

    Rebellion

    By Arch-Angel,

    Yes, you know who I'm talking about.
     
    He has been making a statement, and a rather large one, by insulting the BZP mascot and techically calling BZPower a dictatorship. Not really the best way to approach.
     
    You see, in order to change the system, one must have everyone on his side.
     
    Have everyone on your side, what can the ones in power do?
     
    Though going up as one person isn't right. One person can be easily flicked away, like the person who is depicted in his banner and avatar. They will simply get rid of you because you're disturbing the BZP communnity. What are you compared to them. Maybe thats why you're fighting.
     
    Of course, you have spent at least several dollars for the running of this site. You only benefitted it. Foolish I say...
     
    But consider this.
     
    What if you did make a change?
     
    What would that change be?
     
    I doubt we can change the way this forum is set and expect it to be right.
     
    Anarchy is a bad direction. But it is your direction.
     
    Unfortunately, you're going to be flicked away.
     
    Yet you know this?
     
    Well, my aqquaintence, I respect your beliefs, though not my own, as I do with others.
     
    Enjoy your life after this day. I believe you will... somewhat. Who's to say?
     
    ~AA
  17. Arch-Angel

    Hey, Loving-poepel!

    By Arch-Angel,

    You must have a good reason to love me. I mean, this blog, my scary images, my birthday gifts, my girlfriend (yeah, be jealous, she's mine), the Song of the Day, being a future WWE Superstar...
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     

     
    Did I mention scary pics?
     
    So, I call out both those who hate me and those who love me!
     

     
    What about the Pope during Christmas time?
     

     

    Show me the love! 

  18. Arch-Angel

    Canadians

    By Arch-Angel,

    Yesterday, after a lovely day at school (by lovely, I mean it was about as graceful as a gazelle stomping on a baby lion for revenge)...
     

     
    He had it coming, trust me.
     
    My mother left work early and we went to an orthopedic surgeon to diagnose if my ankle needed surgery or not, or whatever he could do to it. So, after poking my foot in 14 places as if he was a pressure point master working his voodoo on my appendage, he wrote a form for me to take an X-ray on my foot. We head over to radiology and get the X-ray, come back, and found that the condition has become a little worse than expected. It's a ligament tear, but also with bruising of the bone and surrounding tissue. He gave me a boot to secure my foot in and told me to get crutches and to completely immobilize my foot for six weeks when we'll look at it and pray that I won't need a cast.
     
    The things is, crutches basically immobilize me. If that was the case, I would've broke my left leg to balance it out and get a wheelchair.
     

     
    I knew exactly where to go if ever the motivation.
     
    So, until the 13th of December or so, I'm pole-vaulting every step I want to make. The only benefit of this all is the thought that I'll be in walking condition soon enough. Really, this effects everything from my grades to my acting. I can't cross STAGE LEFT to STAGE RIGHT in character. Nor can I walk to the store to grab food after school. Or walk to Barnes and Nobles, get coffee and snack'ems, read books, write essays and lab reports, get into a depressed mood, and write really bad poetry. I mean, even my bad writing is taking a hit from this! Come on! This isn't fair now! I can't think of any good writer who had a disability! Not a soul!
     
    Aside from that, I spent today just simply trying harder.
     
    AHAHA, I'M JUST KIDDING, I NEVER COMPLAINED MORE IN A DAY IN MY ENTIRE LIFE!
     
    You see, what happened before getting the crutches was a class called Exercise Physiology. Physiology, but with exercise as labs.
     
    So because we need to sign a contract saying we consent to their exercise labs, no matter how painful, we had to do bicep curls. Until we couldn't anymore.
     
    5 times.
     

     
    I'm not this guy, but I just saw Batman & Robin, so I know that I'm a better actor than him.
     
    So my arms are having a hard time even extending fully, let alone lift anything.
     
    Including my 210-pound frame.
     
    SO WHERE'S MY FREAKIN' WHEELCHAIR?!
     
    Right now, I'm limited to a pair of crutches and a boot. Which is why I titled this entry "Canadians".
     
    Get it? A boot? Aboot? Canadians? From Canadia?
     
    Better than Alaska, though.
     

     
    Alaska: Canada's Canada
     
    ~AA
  19. Arch-Angel
    NOTE: I would be a proto point away from Premier Outstanding Citizen. I honest to the Lord Almighty love that.
     
    Don't welcome me back, because I never left. You guys knew this. I've been haunting your blogs as I was forced to say the time away from my blog, thus losing my chance at the golden prize I've looked forward to having. The Blog of the Week.
     
    That award I've craved for... now gone, in the fading memories of BZP... Like the hot topic twoyears ago about Lego being sexist because they had only one female toa, village, villian in each group that came each year (you can see how that part changed).
     
    Now, back to life. I have news.
     
    The news that makes you say "Whoa, Arch-Angel. I'm sorry to hear that. I hope you do ok."
     
    BTW, its spelled 'okay'. I dunno why I'm picky about that.
     
    As much as I like reading them, I always see them coming. Ruins the suprise.
     
    Two things.
     
    One.
     
    My sister left to Brazil to see her boyfriend who moved her using donated college money we get from our father's boss who we "keep in touch with". About a grand every year around Christmas time for each of us. So my sister cashes it in, get the tickets, flies her way down to the state of Minas Gerais, Brazil. Warm weather, beautiful beaches, and great food no matter what nation you're from.
     
    And she isn't having a grand time.
     
    She has, from what my mom tells me, gotten into a big arguement with her boyfriend (funny, he reminds me so much of my own father) and needless to say, isn't enjoying any of this. She refuses to drive down to Sao Paulo (another state south of Minas) to where our family lives.
     
    But I haven't gotten to the bad part.
     
    You see, tensions have rised in my mother's workplace. The President of Confianca Moving (Confianca means 'trust', you'll see how thats ironic later...) is in a a predictiment. Last year, the decided to move the Headquarters of the company from Sao Paulo, Brazil to Rio de Janeiro. This, in fact, is a big move considering this is a Brazilian-established moving company. Most of their profit comes from Brazil. If people in Rio didn't choose to use Confianca, then profit would go down.
     
    Profit went down.
     
    The President of the company of course, rather not take the blame the stupid #####, said it was the fault on different managers across the United States, saying they influenced the idea of the move. My mom was against it from the start of the idea, but the President sent a message to the managers she picked out.
     

     
    She pulled a Donald Trump...
     
    Let me round about it like this.
     
    My mom lost her job (this is the last week of her Two Weeks Notice) and she's applying for any places, including Macy's (which would be most likely have HALF her original salary) and she's applied to Tampa Bay, Florida, where the sun is hot, and my friends are not (there). My sister is in Brazil for another three weeks. We might not have our rent payment in time.
     
    Oh, and I'm calm about this, for some reason.
     
    I mean, come on now, don't you think I'd be used to getting hit with a cinder block of emotional stress by now?
     
    Lost the 'Saint' Tagline, so I'm sticking to the original sign-off.
     
    ~AA
  20. Arch-Angel
    I know the brothers. The 16-year-old and I sit at lunch together. Heck I sat with him yesterday eating his nachos. We get into deep thought conversations about nearly everything.
     
    The victim I talked to occasionally on the late-bus rides home.
     
    I was in the building when it happened, but not at the scene of the crime. Maybe it would've went down differently, heck I myself could've been arrested or something fighting with the stabber. I knew I would be able to get the 16-year-old to his senses, but no, had to get a detention on the other side of the school...
     
    Looks to be a lonely lunch tomorrow... my teachers better leave me the heck alone.
     
    Of all weeks...
     
    ~AA
  22. Arch-Angel

    Home.

    By Arch-Angel,

    Don't worry guys, I'm back and I'm staying. Thank Da Mista Mike for the lifetime. I owe him a lot for the 35 bucks, so that's why when I meet him I'm buyin' him lunch.
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    How long has it been? Two months today? It's been a while.
     
    A long, painful while.
     
    A few weeks after I lost my last premier membership, I found out something that brought me down like the twin towers.
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    I remember that sad night weeks ago... I just got back home from hanging out with my sister who through her deception and manipulation got me to go to the salon with her because she hates going anywhere (except work) alone. The salon was downtown, so everything was basically right next to each other. Outside the window I saw a band getting ready to perform in the auditorium across the street, and when I saw them go inside the pizza place next door, I decided to meet them. They are called 'Red Car Wire' and once coming back home and going to their website, I was frustrated because they were great and I could've befriended Davey, the lead vocals, and maybe have gotten in for free (hey, I'm broke, what can I say?).
     
    I came back home and after my sister leaves for church (it's a Saturday, though Saturday church? I don't understand that concept, but ah well) so I stay home talking to Taki and hanging out on BZP. My friend's call and they were goofing around at one of their houses and got the crazy idea of me singing to them on the phone. Me, being me, went ahead to sing what songs I could remember. Yes, I did rickroll them. I have a deep voice, so I thought I could sing it well.
     
    An hour or two later, I could tell Taki was hiding something from me. He confessed.
     
    Bionigirl made him promise to keep it a secret for as long as he could.
     
    She has cancer, and it's terminal. The treatments have failed.
     
    I was shook to the very bone, my heart sunk to Davy Jones' Locker.
     
    I tried to snap out of my grief, but I couldn't.
     
    I sang to myself in tears streaming down my face, Cancer by My Chemical Romance.
     
    I came into school Monday dressed in my darkest clothing, my pair of sunglasses on me to make my eyes hurt less in the light.
     
    What really hurt was the continuing question:
     
    Was she dead or alive?
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    I joined Drama Company. They take offense to calling it 'Drama Club' for some reason. It took a while to fix my tongue to calling it a company.
     
    I performed as a scary Hun in the children's play, Mulan. I made many friends, mostly girls, but simply friends.
     
    Unfortunately, at the end of September, I found myself in a Love Triangle.
     
    The props director, Vanessa, is a great girl. A bit melodramatic, but I soon found myself shadowing her life in some way.
     
    Vanessa's first boyfriend back in freshman year started off as a good relationship. Her boyfriend, RJ, seemed like a nice guy.
     
    Turned out he was an abusive ####.
     
    Vanessa was caught victim to him, her heart not knowing what to do during each fight they had. She calls herself stupid for going back to him each time she apologized. This went on for two years, then RJ got cancer.
     
    I call that the Karma Slap.
     
    Unfortunately, of course there was still some bearing love for RJ (and this news was given AFTER the official break-up), she was hurt too.
     
    A year later, my story happened, and she was first person I turned to.
     
    There came another girl in my picture, and that was Aline (A-lean-knee). Short, adorably cute, fun girl who loved my hugs. She called me her teddy bear. Heh.
     
    I could always have fun talking to Aline. She had no tragic past I knew, so she never knew about the whole Bionigirl thing because it was at such a personal level, I allowed only a select few know.
     
    During our five-day weekend, Aline asked me out, which I decided to say yes to for my healing process; get Karley off my mind.
     
    Turned out Vanessa had a thing for me and got angry at Aline, who I forgot to mention, was her best friend.
     
    You see, RJ, back in the day, liked to control Vanessa through jealousy. During one of their short break-ups, RJ went out with Aline (who didn't know about RJ's abuse), and when I accepted Aline, Vanessa was having deja vu.
     
    Somehow it was all cleared away and the whole thing ended by Columbus Day. I basically confessed to Vanessa (who I personally call VV) that I liked her more, Aline and I never went out, and we were all back on the friendship trail.
     
    But something was missing out of the both of them.
     
    I could never confess a sad, personal matter to Aline for I don't know what reason.
     
    I could never hug Vanessa for as long as I wanted, but with Aline, it can be for as long as we wanted to embrace.
     
     
     
     
     
    The Mulan plays went great. I scared the crud out of little kids in the crowd and I had to literally roar three times in order for my monster of a character to look savage. I also had the pleasure as to picking up the Emperor of China onto my shoulders in a fireman's carry during our seize of the palace. It was pure fun. Acting, to me, never made me smile more inside. Theater was great. After both plays we had dinner parties at (after opening night)UNO's and (after second play, in the afternoon) T.G.I. Friday's. Lots of fun. Sure to stay in my memory, I hope.
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    For some reason, after almost being rid of the pain of unknown status of Bionigirl, I felt dreadfully horrible. I haven't gone to church in well over three months, and every time I watched Joel Osteen on TV I felt better. It was strange, or was it? I just know that after last Wednesday, I know where to go tomorrow.
     
     
     
    Michael W. Smith and Steve Curtis Chapman are on their United Tour. After spending two hours in the auditorium, my mind was flying. The thought of her wouldn't escape me. I tried almost everything. I vented to my best trusted friends, I flirted with girls I had any interest in, I looked for jobs, anything I was willing to do to keep her out of my head.
     
    There was one last thing I didn't try.
     
    Worthy Is The Lamb was being sung.
     
    And I prayed.
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Today, I feel good. I'm happy. I'm energetic. I'm at peace. I've got my blog for keeps, I have my friends, I have my music, and best of all, I have my Pepsi- nevermind. Just finished the can.
     
    The story continues, guys.
     
    ~AA
  23. Arch-Angel

    Praise God.

    By Arch-Angel,

    Dear Lord,
     
    Thank you so much.
     
    Amen.
     
    My sister and my aunt, Lili, went into the town in Brazil. The night life is great there, because everything seems so alive when the high schoolers get out (its night school there) and they all go down the road and enjoy their social lives. My sister, wanting to take pictures with her digital camera having that photographing spirit, posed with my aunt and captured the moments. These are her last days there as she returns back home in Massachusetts the 28th.
     
    Three boys, the oldest probably 17, came up on their bikes.
     
    They held a gun.
     
    My sister was petrified. They demanded the camera and her purse. Obviously not going to argue unless she happened to have guns pointed to her often (I'm the only one that came close to death, and that was by switchblade) she gave up her purse and camera.
     
    The purse did not hold her passport, but did hold her license, credit cards, and the little money she had.
     
    My sister's in tears, and my aunt is still somehow headstrong.
     
    How do I know?
     
    Because though she didn't know about the fact my sister left her papers at home, she took off running after the boys on foot though they were on their bikes, petalling fast.
     
    She continously shouted to them to at least give back her niece's papers, which they didn't have, and she didn't bother with the fact that they had a gun.
     
    She, of course, failed to catch them.
     
    But isn't it wonderful that God is on our side?
     
    Two men on their motorcycles witnessed it all. They helped my sister to her feet as she collasped (not fainted) to the ground she stood, thinking the next time she'd see her aunt would be in a casket. They told them to call the police, and they would follow the boys.
     
    Swerving through town, stop and go, they kept a distant eye on them. They lost them at one point, and decided to split up. One found the eldest boy eating dinner alone with food paid by my sister's cash. He called the cops, who were reported by my sister, aunt, and others who were robbed, and they arrested him. Pretty sure he might've made a run for it considering he had a black eye that wasn't there before.
     
    The two younger boys went to one of their uncle's home who assisted in the robbery by knowing and supporting them in it. The second motorcyclist called the cops on them, and arrest the uncle, the nephew, and guess who?
     
    My second cousin. He's 11 years old.
     
    At the police station, they returned the stolen items to all who've been robbed, and my sister pressed charges on everyone of them except our second cousin. He only followed his friends. He said he was pretty sure the gun was a fake because a lot of thiefs like these were usually with a fake gun.
     
    Before giving back my sister's purse, she opened it to check if everything was there.
     
    There sat the gun.
     
    "Don't worry, it has to be a fake," said my second cousin.
     
    My sister had a panic attack and the boy had one so bad, he got a fever and was sent to the hospital.
     
    Because the cop emptied the cocked pistol of its four rounds.
     
    She can't even look at her purse.
     
    Thank you Lord. Thank you so much.
     
    I'm gonna buy her a new purse.
     
    Thank you Lord. Thank you so much.
     
    And please bring her back safely.
     
    Amen.
     
    ~AA
  24. Arch-Angel
    First off, like Wall-E, you're all going to say it was the greatest movie ever.
     
    It probably won't be.
     
    The only reason your head contemplated this was because of the amazing amount of good advertising. And the death of Heath Ledger? His last performance must be amazing (as if he knew it would be the last time).
     
    So, please refrain from giving it a 10 out of 10 stars on IMDb like they did on Wall-E. I have seen Wall-E, it was good, but not number 22 on best movie in history.
     
    I'll see The Dark Knight soon enough. But I know movies. For it to be number 3 on the IMDb list is quite annoying ON OPENING WEEKEND.
     
    ~AA
  25. Arch-Angel
    Literally.
     
    Is this blog not full of sunshine? [/shamelessployforherblogapproval]
     
    Today had its times... My friend Sarah is helping out with homework more than you can imagine.
     
    Hold up!
     
    Have any of you noticed that in Hollister and Abercrombie & Fitch, and advertise naked people.
     
    THIS IS THE CLOSEST YOU'LL GET TO THEM MODELING WITH CLOTHES ON.
     

     
    Because, ya know, I'm ripped like that...
     
    Stupid advertising... I wear Hollister Tees, but still...
     
    Anyways, back to life.
     
    Today went smoothly enough, still haven't gotten the call back from Barnes & Nobles who said they would today, but I'll call them tomorrow.
     
    I stayed after school actually doing work, which is surprising in and of itself. As I wait for the bus, I converse with my intelligent Japanese friend Josh, and I make the topic about him. I've told my life-changing story way too many times. It got repetitive.
     
    He told me about the time he was in Japan for Thanksgiving with his relatives and witnessed a little boy his size at the time getting beat in an alley way by two teenagers, and how he saw the blood trickle down the kid's face after having a piece of wood smashed on his head, and he took off running. He said he's had countless nights of him waking up from sleep crying because that image played in his head again and again. This wasn't the only traumatic event in his life, and I plan to ask him more about it. He told me that he contemplated suicide and suffers from a lot of depression, and how he finds himself feeling betrayed by his religion. I won't say which religion.
     
    Well, after hearing his story, my respect for him has risen more so. Hope to get to know him more. Seems as if our pasts have similar stories.
     
    So thats all that cares to be interesting. I'll bring in the SotD soon enough.
     
    ~AA
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