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  1. Arch-Angel

    Violent Past

    By Arch-Angel,

    Today started out as any other. Get up, get dressed, of course its an hour until the bus comes, I go on BZP for a bit, leave the computer on, run for the bus stop and figure out that its either late or I just got there by the second before it left. Normal, right?
     
    Well, get to school. Gotta take the Gym Exam which wil be all about the sports we've learned and not one boy bother glancing at the Review Sheet the coach offered us. We're all set anyways because we saw the Pats vs. Chargers game, so no worries.
     
    I sit down on the bench next to my friend Shawn. Should've known this kid since Elementary, but we never were in the same class so whatever, we're friend now...
     
    More students come, more friends, talk and talk... blah blah blah, crack a few chuckles with dry humor...
     
    My old friend Carlos comes around. I've known Carlos for God knows how long. We were good friends in Elementary, and I actually got to meet up with him again tank to his girlfriend in my badly-placed Spanish class. Funny how it worked out...
     
    Back on topic. He starts talking about his history with me, and then he gets to the grantest memory. A memory so blurred by how unimportant it was to me. I barely remember anything in elementary because I started realizing life in the 6th grade.
     
    He tells me this story, and bits and pieces start coming back to me.
     
    There was this blonde kid in my class named Danny. Not a lot of friends because he talke a lot of smack, but he was friends with the most popular one, Andrew. At this camp place at a field trip, called Horizons for Youth, we get into... a fight?
     
    The question mark is there because I did all the fighting.
     
    My friend Jonathan Clark (funny how I was friends with the Class Explosive) tells me he's gonna beat Danny up as soon as I finish with him. In my mind, I never liked Danny, but I had nothing against him. I thought of only four words back then.
     
    'I'm good, he's bad.'
     
    So what do I do?
     
    In this pillow fight, swings his pillow at me and it hurt because it scratched my face. All I needed was a little motivation and I grabbed him and started punching him in the back. His friend Andrew broke us up once he steps out of the shower still with a towel around him.
     
    Soon as he goes back in to do whatever, Danny walks up to me and tries to start a fight. From bits and pieces of my memory and what Carlos told me, I picked him up and dropped him back first on my knee.
     
    I walked away, and Jonathan Clark apparently started punching the holy heck out of him. Heard that he had to leave Horizons the next day due to back problems (whoa boy), but I don't remember AT ALL getting sespended or so much a slap on the wrist. Nothing.
     
    I remember in the Market during the 7th grade, I saw him. I thought about apologizing to him, but decided not to for some reason. Carlos tells me things haven't changed. Danny talks more smack then ever, and his cousin that I guess recently popped up. Andrew moved somewhere.
     
    I'm just glad that I've moved away. Went to a peaceful town where words are your bullets and your mouth is a gun. Softened me up physically, but build me up emotionally.
     
    Here's to peace... *Lifts up Pepsi for a toast*
     

  3. Arch-Angel
    My Memorial Day Weekend was...
     
    fun.
     
    Saturday was a beautiful day. So beautiful, I wish I was where the tornadoes were. Its a guilty feeling. I always wanted to know the experience of being at Ground Zero of a tornado disaster. Its a horrible thing to go through I'm sure.
     
    Keep them in your prayers...
     
    I was called up by an old church friend, Saulo. He was a second father to me when I was younger, now more of a good friend. He always invited me to play baseball (and keep in mine we're Brazilian Soccer Natives!) when he remembers, but before I usually had something else planned for the day. Saturday though, I had nothing to do, and I now have a growing love for baseball. Love the sport...
     
    That basically wraps up Saturday in a nut shell.
     
    Sunday was GREAT. Ended beautifully too. I went back to my hometown Maynard for Fellowship Sunday at church (service followed by lunch, maybe a movie, a game of Scribble...) and right after finishing my lunch, I said goodbye and headed downtown...
     
    After passing by some familiar faces, and finding out that both my good friends Tom and Josh weren't home, I decide to try one more person...
     
    Casey was on his grass driveway, finishing up washing his family's car. We talk and et cetera, like the good old days. In a nutshell, I spent the day with him, and found out about the exercise play Wii Sports can bring!
     
    Love boxing...
     
    After a good fun day, I head home and talk to the girl I've been dying to talk to. You know who you are. *coughBionigirlcough*
     
    Yesterday was nothing short but a day to think about the future, as in today. The entire weekend this was the main thought.
     
    What will happen on Tuesday of May 27th?
     
    Nothing.
     
    Absolutely nothing related to the last entry.
     
    I guess the prayer worked. Thank you everyone, and thank God.
     
    ~AA
  4. Arch-Angel
    First day in my new town, and its about maybe... several time bigger than my last high school. I'm going to one of the large schools in the state of MA, and can't ever find my way t the gym.
     
    I'm probably smarter than some of my English Classmates because though I didn't even learn the Vocabuary, I finished the quiz before them and I was helping them cheat.
     
    10th History is what I learned last year, so I take a Juinor History Class next week and I don't take History my Juinor or Senior year! Woot!
     
    Yet to have Biology or Geometry...
     
    Well, only five periods a day and I've had four of them (one Study and the other Phys. Ed) so all and all, the educational part is taken care of.
     
    Now, my popularity...
     
    I got none.
     
    I was so used to knowing everyone, now only 3 people I know from the Fifth Grade and my Childhood Brazilian Friends are my only friends, and I don't even have a reputation with them.
     
    In my old town, I was freakin' praised for the crazy things I did. Clean Slates aren't my specialty.
     
    Hoping to gain more popularity...
     

  5. Arch-Angel

    What Love...

    By Arch-Angel,

    If you haven't read my poem to her yet (link in the last entry), then I am happy to tell you that I have the perfect girlfriend.
     

     
    I love this girl. Its a strong love. Though it took me Lord knows how long to say that, I'm just glad that I have.
     
    Even more, she's gorgeous.
     
    Have to thank God and Taki for this one. God for obvisious reasons, and Taki for letting us meet each other.
     
    Floating on cloud with my girl,
     

  6. Arch-Angel
    The following is a Order of the Four Members of the Government of Party-Poopers.
     
    Four Members of the Government of Party-Poopers: *In unison* In everyone's blog, they say the term 'Merry Christmas'. You should not say this. We do not want to offend the people that do not celebrate this holiday. By order of the Four Members of the Government of Party-Poopers, we demand, not suggest, that you use this term from now until end times.
     
    'Have a Happy Non-Denominational Politically Correct Government Approved Religiously Indifferent Holiday Season.'
     
    Arch-Angel: *Come in* Hey!
     
    The Four Members: OMG!!1!!
     
    Arch-Angel: *Superkicks Member One*
     
    Arch-Angel: *Superkicks Member Two*
     
    Arch-Angel: *Sees that Member Three is preparing for AA's Superkick* Heh. *Slaps Member Three across the face*
     
    Member Three: Hey!
     
    Arch-Angel: *Superkicks Member Three*
     
    Member Four: You won't get away with this! :angry:
     
    Arch-Angel: Wanna bet?
     
    Member Four: *Pulls out wallet* I got 50 bucks saying that you won't!
     
    Arch-Angel: *Superkicks Member Four* Gambling is a sin!
     
    *Before walking out, Arch-Angel turns around and take the 50 bucks in Member Four's Wallet*
     
    Arch-Angel: I'll pay you back later...
     
    *end credits goes up screen*
     
    *Background shows Arch-Angel under a a fallen Christmas tree with a dead cat and a knocked-out Santa at his side*
     
    Oh Christmas Tree, Oh Christmas Tree...
    Why have you fallen on top of me?
    You scared the dog,
    You killed the cat,
    You hit the fatty in the funny hat.
    Oh Christmas Tree, Oh Christmas Tree...
    Why have you fallen on top of me?
     
    Merry Christmas everyone.
     

  7. Arch-Angel
    July 25th:
     
    I got off work early today. The sooner, the better I suppose. The longer I stay with Dad, the more frustrated I get overall.
     
    Because my mom can't pay the mortgage by herself, and my dad's only support on us is 180 bucks for Child Support, which doesn't nearly cover the cost on ths suburban home, we have had the house on the Market for a couple of months now.
     
    Today, people were coming in to see the house, possibly purchase it. Who knows?
     
    So I left the house with my bike and decided to take a stroll downtown and meet up with people I haven't seen since the Last Day of School.
     
    Well, I sure as heck made an impression.
     
    The intersection I practially broke most biking law on was something I usually timed with the red and green lights.
     
    Today, not so well.
     
    Let me tell you, whenever I hop on my bike, every car passing me I always have a thought of going in front. Get hit. End this streak of bad luck called my life already!
     
    Well, the street to the left of me just turned gren ligh as I found out I miscalculated before so. Thought I could beat the clock.
     
    Well, the car in front of the line hit me. Not hard, just hard enough for me to crash on my butt. And break a part of my headphone.
     
    The guy comes out, thinking he just killed me instead of pushed forward my front wheel a bit and asks if I was alright.
     
    Now, the look on this guy, I shouldn't have hopped up as fast as I could. I should have stayed on the ground, and haggle some money off of him or somthing. I was in too good a mood after that. By the way I ride my bike, it was evenutally going to happen. Except everyone expect a Mack Truck instead, jut because the thought of me becoming road kill seems funny.
     
    But I laughed it off. Told the guy I was fine. Everything was well.
     
    Why? God knows me too well. Well enough that getting hit by a car would make me laugh, one of the most social people in the grade who happen to be there laugh, and everyone he told laugh. It wasn't embarrassing at all that everyone was just starng at me with a smil on my face.
     
    I guess God and I shared a laugh together.
     
    He always knows when to make me laugh at irony.
     

  8. Arch-Angel
    Today went off well. Aside from my teacher repeatedly and seriously telling me and y friend that we suck (we weren't doing our work because our brains were on sleep mode as you can say) it was fine.
     
    I come home at 4:30 PM after getting off the late bus. I didn't bring my cell phone because I'm not accustomed to it yet. Mom and sister were a bit annoyed wondering where I was.
     
    The day went on, I've beaten the first Kingdom Hearts using a walkthrough a couple days ago and have moved on to Kingdom Hearts 2. Played that for an hour or two (could be three?) as I didn't have any homework. Quite an entertaining game might I say.
     
    Around 9 o'clock, my mother and I decide to watch The Bourne Ultimatum and I say good movie.
     
    After brushing my teeth, I step out the bathroom door. I give my mom a hug and a kiss as notice that she's about to cry. Obvisously I'm curious as to why but didn't ask because for all I knew, she did this every night.
     
    I'm shutting off the lights in our apartment and was about to say good night to my sister.
     
    She calls me over.
     
    On the internet, there is this Brazilian Web Profile Site, and on it was a picture of my sister's friend's church all together taking pictures.
     
    Then I see my father.
     
    Then I see the 9-year-old boy.
     
    Then I see the woman he left us for.
     
    With his arm around her.
     
    My sister has watery eyes.
     
    I know my mom is crying right now.
     
    Yet why do I have little emotion? I am emotionally stronger?
     
    I have been through the same battles, I have been through the same pain. I've cried in bed praying to God for things to get better.
     
    But right now, I feel some anger, some disappointment.
     
    But I do not know why I have no true emotions flowing. That is why my anger is rising, becaue I can't cry with them. I feel like a monster. I feel like a beast.
     
    I feel ashamed of my existance.
     

  9. Arch-Angel

    Why Did I Cry?

    By Arch-Angel,

    RRRAAAHHH!!
     
    Basically what I yelled continiously facing my 300-pound partner. Today we cut down a bit on the excerise and did combat moves, and then combat.
     
    The pressures of life had me thinking. All I had to do for wrestling to be an asset to the team, which is hard. 100 bucks to stay, can't get a job, and I got to be there every weekday and all.
     
    I wanted to quit.
     
    I talked to the assistant coach I went up against (last entry) and told him. He said to stick around for this practice and if it was to be my last, to make it good. So I did.
     
    As practice moved along, I'm paired with one of the few heavweights. I'm in weight class 215, and I am exactly 215 pounds. He's 300 pounds.
     
    So the combat moves require lifting the opponent up a bit to get them off their feet and their back on the mat.
     
    So I'm slammed down 15 times getting crushed...
     
    Most painful injuries was just the burns of sliding on the mat a bit. Others include my elbow getting under my back and landing on just my ribs.
     
    "Come around!" Shouts my coach.
     
    We get there.
     
    He starts reading his paper. He thinks for a while.
     
    "Combat! If you want to leave, then leave! I only need 14 guys for a team!"
     
    Kind of felt something directed towards me.
     
    I stayed. I wasn't going to let a 300 pound freshman leave without having some fight inside of me unleashed.
     
    Constantly being pushed over the line, I've unleashed the animal in me and slammed the wall hard with my hand. I know he was winning. I know I didn't have a chance to get to win. It was 20-0.
     
    He pushed me out another two times, then I finally I got my elbow right to his face to back him up passed the line.
     
    1 point.
     
    "Whats the score?" He asked, breathing hard.
     
    "Who cares? You win, I lose."
     
    Going back to the center of the circle, we go at it again. Once we broke up, I charged for a hard push, he held his ground, and gave a hard push as I was in mid-run.
     
    I hugged my ribs. My back hit the ground hard. He won. It was 10 points to get the person on the mat entirely, and he did. I got up, he patted me on my back with his sweaty hand, and the loser (me) went go do 50 pull ups.
     
    A fellow wrestler held me feet and told me how to get a harder workout from it, and helped me up.
     
    After getting a drink of water, I got a few nods from other teammates and shook hands with a teammate who's become a friend to me.
     
    I told my assistant coach I'm staying. Being an underdog is my place. A disadvantage is what drives me. Whther its height, skill, or weight (mostly height and weight), a fighting spirit goes on.
     
    Called my mom, tell her First-Year/Freshman practice is over, hanged out at the entrance, and listened to my music.
     
    As the rap on the radio played on, I liked the remix, but also started thinking about things.
     
    I haven't talked to Karley in a while. I had been crushed and man-handled by someone 300 pound freshman who nearly fractured a few of my bones, and I sucked it in when I hurt my ribs, which weren't . I have trouble walking because my legs still sore. I don't know if I can keep my grades up. I want to go home.
     
    I couldn't tell why. I just started crying. It got me really thinking. I can't tell why myself.
     
    What triggered it?
     

  10. Arch-Angel

    Why Do We Blog?

    By Arch-Angel,

    I've faced this question with my mom plenty of times.
     
    "Why do you have a blog? Can't you have a journal? Diary?"
     
    Thats tough to answer. Not because I have don't have an answer, but because it's complicated and emotional.
     
    Before I was going to type my first blog entry, I looked over other blogs. A lot of it is freedom of expression.
     
    And by that, I mean randomness. Exo and Spitty being the two front-runners. In my mind, they are the unoffical comedians of this enormous forum. Its amazing how I much I chuckle at their jokes as they see one thing, make it a joke the next. I remember after Chii made a topic sparking a huge flame war with him just dominating the members in the arguement using their own fire. It, of course, was closed. I go Chii's profile, I laugh with him. Then I see at the bottom where Exo commented:
     
    THEY SEE ME TROLLIN
    THEY HATIN...
     
    Could stop laughing.
     
    Another thing I saw were discussions on the sets and storyline. Plenty talk, but not my cup of tea. Why? I grew out of it, and I don't even like Ice Tea for that matter.
     
    Though I believe I saw one serious blog. I believe it was Lady Kopaka going on abot her life. A few comments, but I knew she was popular.
     
    So I made a choice.
     
    Either I make a blog on my life and the things that haunt it, or I decide to make others laugh.
     
    I tried random. I wanted to become a popular member, like Exo and Spitty. I wanted to fit in, I wanted to make others laugh.
     
    I couldn't feel it.
     
    The words that I typed weren't real. They weren't who I am. They didn't say who I was, what I am, what I wanted to be, what I was, what I've done, what I saw, what I expericenced, what I felt, what I had to let out.
     
    This is the outcome.
     
    Hey, I may not be popular, but I sure felt better after that.
     
    So to answer the question as to why I use a blog instead of a journal or a diary, is simple.
     
    A journal and diaries are written thoughts only accessable to the world. A blog is a journal or a diary that is given to the world to read. To release thoughts. To say what can't be said.
     
    Well, to me anyways.
     
    ~AA
  11. Arch-Angel
    Their is one thing that troubles people on a daily basis. It stays in the back of their heads forever, but once it hops on the train of thought, it rushes through your mind, engulfing all concentration and stresses your body as it tries to finish the task at hand. This thing brings daily pains and worries, and is ultimately controlled by the authority that you must follow. They do not care what is going on in your life, not unless a higher authority says so.
     
    I do not have the explanation to the higher authority that would affect the authority. I am a victim.
     
    I absolutely hate these.
     

    » Click to show Spoiler - click again to hide... «Due dates  
    Research Paper on the physical effects of alcohol on the human body, DUE tomorrow.
     
    Thirty page chapter, read and Take-Home Quiz on 'Of Mice and Men'.
     
    Two chapters to read and take notes in History textbook.
     
    The equation comes up to...
     
    Another all-nighter.
     
    Anyone want to stay up until 4 AM on AIM for me is greatly appreciated.
     
    I think Lil' Wayne says it best with And I feel like dying... and I feel like dying...
     
    Then again, right after that, it says: Once only the drugs are done...
     
    ...
     
    Okay, the man looks like this:
     

     
    Any questions?
     
    ~AA
  12. 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
  13. Arch-Angel

    Wind Chill

    By Arch-Angel,

    "The cold is only bitter... to those that cannot taste it..."
     
    -This wallpaper of Kopaka I had three or four years ago (that I wish I had the real verison).
     
    So my trip my old town was a bit... normal?
     
    Like I never left...
     
    Thing is, I want that, yet not this way...
     
    I dunno...
     
    Though there was one problem I faced constantly.
     

     
    Maybe not a moody spooky tale, but hey... it racks in the commentsmoney.
     
    Oh, and my name isn't Emily Blunt.
     
    The wind was like, "Hey... the sun is shining, its a peaceful Sunday, people are gonna wanna go out... Perfect."
     
    Then like a stab in the back of the heat-generating rays of the sun, crying out, "WHY?!", Wind comes to me.
     
    Now, the quote at the top is what I mutter when extremely cold and shaking crazy-like in my 60-dollar-birthday-money-on-clearance Hollister jacket with fake fur interior. NOT good in weather like this.
     
    At one point, me and Tom were so bored and cold we strted throwing rocks, big and small into the frozen Assabet river to break it (I kinda knew it was six inches thick, but hey, it was a fun 45 minutes of our pathedic lives.)
     
    I tried my best to get Tom headed into the freakin' direction toward warmth, though we did find nice spot next to the Library in the circle of benches to chil (no pun intended) and talk to his gay amigo Sam.
     
    Later on, I dragged him to MickyD's (which he convinced beyond a doubt no one worth talking to would be there) and we meet up with an old friend and her foster sister.
     
    I mean, sure, they were a bit high, but they're nice.
     
    Four o'clock rolls it, and I ditch them right there in Mcdonald's to watch '10000 B.C.' with the old group, The Amigos!
     
    It was... causal... We did movies all the time in the days I was there so... (only after I had to ditch them too because I had to go to my old church which my ride home would be attending)
     
    When I was outside my ride's car, the wind blew, I repeated the words, hoping to set my mind to stand resistant to cold better... and something magical happened...
     
    I dove behind the church to reduce the cold.
     
    So I come back, raid the blogs as usual, eat dinner, and start this blog entry.
     
    So, now that the introduction is over, I'll get to the point!
     
    Freakin' Brawl isn't the best game 'eva'. Its Tekken... with Nintendo-owned characters. Get over it.
     
    As much as I reframe from saying the word, it must be said.
     

     
    And I kicked the ball.
     
    ~AA
  14. Arch-Angel

    Wow, I'm On A Roll!

    By Arch-Angel,

    Last night, I was up 'til 1 reading 'Catcher in the Rye', a book that would be one of my favorites if it just wasn't so negative. I mean, I half-understand the guy, but if it were me, I'd be a little bit happier... whatever.
     
    I'm reading the book for English class, and today its due for return, and the test on it is Wednesday (Thanksgiving Early Release Day) but I'm only on page 98... out of 214 or 17.
     
    Would've read more if I wasn't talking to Taki and my girlfriend, but I don't care. Besides, thats not the point. I have no regrets talking to my girlfriend and Taki. Taki's like family anyway.
     
    Back to the point, I have to wake up at 6:00... well, Its 15 minutes ahead so that I might not have to chase the bus again. But from 1:27 AM to 5:45 AM?
     
    Not such a good amount of hours for me.
     
    So, automatically I get up, turn off the radio, go back to bed. Barely remember doing that.
     
    I get up in a rush. Its 8:28 AM. Bus comes at 6:50-7:00 AM. Mom will already be mad that I missed the bus. She'll was even more angry finding me asleep. After I checked my watch at 8:28, I figure I might as well sleep however long I can before she finds me. Fifteen minutes later, she wakes me up, obvisiously not happy. She took a shower first, then I did. Still not awake, but awake to operate. I do my morning routine, then by 10, she brought me to school. Missed the first and second period, so all I got now is this Study, Gym next, then English. Perfect... 'cept the English part. That buzz killer of a book ain't gonna read itself, so I'll crank out the next 10 minutes reading it.
     
    Bye y'all...
     
    ~AA
     
     
  15. 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.
     
    Wrestlemania just ended with many surprises, and I figure, why not give its theme song the mark of this blog?
     
    By the way, if any of you have any comments to add to the song, comment below. (I know Sora likes this one)
     
    Snow (Hey oh) by Red Hot Chili Peppers
     
    ~AA

  16. Arch-Angel

    Yearning For Rest

    By Arch-Angel,

    I hate Novembers.
     
    Currently, I'm exhausted.
     
    Two and a half weeks ago, I started my job at KB Toys in the Natick Collection as a sales associate. I've learned a lot on the job, and I think I've finally become a decent employee (because I ain't fired yet ). It's a holiday store (AKA seasonal store) and will close down sometime in January.
     
    Last Tuesday, I auditioned for a part for the play "Bocón" for the Spring Festival. Spring Festival is quite a big deal, considering it's basically the Oscars for drama companies around the county. I play a major role as Luis (pronounced lu-weez), the father of the main character Miguel. Rehearsal starts Monday, so I'm gonna have to work hard on this (even if the play is four months away). Hopefully my job won't get in the way of rehearsal in the beginning, I want to make a good impression on our director, Donna. From what I hear, she's tough as nails on plays and ain't afraid to yell.
     
    My sleeping is being really sketchy in the past week. Sleeping in class is becoming all too common, and history class is a hostile place for nap-time because my two friends aren't afraid to fart in my face, pour some water in my hair, et cetera, as I drool on my desk. Health class on the other hand is not hostile, but I shouldn't be sleeping in there at all. >_<
     
    My poetry is taking off. I've made a few songs, a couple rhymes, and story ideas (or scenarios) in my head. My creative side is leaking once again, and I'm creating alter-egos of myself where I could be infatuated with a blue-eyed beauty or some other thing.
     
    After working 15 hours in the past 36, I'm pooped. I've down two Pepsi's, a plate of thanksgiving leftovers, and an apple, and I'm still hungry when I shouldn't be. Consider the 15 hours being of standing up, climbing ladders, reaching high shelves, greeting people and handing out flyers of KB Toys's "BIGGEST SALE EVA" and faking a smile, plus being humiliated by many friends of mine. Oh yeah, a toy store has benefits, like 30 percent off anything you buy... but I'm sixteen years old and haven't gotten my first bloody paycheck, I ain't buyin' no dang toy.
     
    If I get asked if we carry Bakugan again, I'm shoving a Barbie down a customers throat and running myself over with twenty six RC cars.
     
    Truly, I want my first paycheck so I can get a Zune 120 GB mp3 player. No, I don't want no iPhone, iTouch, nothing of Apple. I hate iTunes, hate Windows Media Player (it isn't technical enough), and I <3 Zune Software.
     
     
     
     
    Sigh...
     
     
     
     
    ###### it all...
     
     
     
    It just midnight,
    and the lights are still on,
    I can't get myself to rest,
    I feel wore out,
    I'm covered in doubt,
    and I just want someone to hold...
     
    Oh Lord, can help me find,
    Someone to hold, give me a sign,
    a girl to love who'll truly be mine,
    who'll let our love live,
    'til to the end of time
     
    I see all around me,
    A hundred girls like me,
    But none of them are ever all true...
     
    I pray every day,
    Someone'll come my way,
    and I'll never again have these words to say...
     
    Oh Lord, can help me find,
    Someone to hold, give me a sign,
    a girl to love who'll truly be mine,
    who'll let our love live,
    'til to the end of time
     
    Gotta keep keep looking,
    Try to find,
    The love of my life,
    Can't give up...
     
    Oh Lord, can help me find,
    Someone to hold, give me a sign,
    a girl to love who'll truly be mine,
    who'll let our love live,
    'til to the end of time
     
    Oh Lord, can help me find,
    Someone to hold, give me a sign,
    a girl to love who'll truly be mine,
    who'll let our love live,
    'til to the end of time
     
    Oh Lord, can help me find,
    Someone to hold, give me a sign,
    a girl to love who'll truly be mine,
    who'll let our love live,
    'til to the end of time
     
     
     
     
     
     
    ~AA
  17. Arch-Angel
    Many people from our old churches think that my dad left my mom because she's fat.
     
    My dad left my mom because a woman came along almost 15 years younger than him and convinced him that he wasn't in love with my mom (Apparently he left mom now and not sooner because we were born and wanted to wait until we were mature enough to handle it, whatever that means).
     
    My sister and I were talking about mom and how she might become a train wreck someday soon. In less than five years, my sister plans to move out. In five years, I'm going to be 21, so there isn't a doubt in my mind I'm bouncing out of this place too.
     
    So, no husband, no kids...
     
    Just an apartment, alone. No one to come home to. We can get grandma to live with her, but she could pass soon. That would destroy mom even more.
     
    We want her to date, but she's been too heartbroken since dad to try. She says she can't find a man because she's overweight, which shouldn't matter. Aren't the best men the ones that don't care for appearance (much)?

    Like me? BZP chicas, PM me.
     
    My sister told me of one time she went to the salon to get her nails done. The one doing her nails knew my mom and sister well as they were frequent customers. Next to her was a mom of a childhood friend of mine. They said hi, yada yada yada, then she asks, "How your mom?"
     
    Sis answers, "She good. She's doing great."
     
    The nail salonist goes, "Her mom is very pretty now."
     
    "Oh, she lost weight?"
     
    My sister couldn't believe what she said.
     
    "No, she looks the same," Answered my sister.
     
    "Oh, guess she hasn't woken up yet, ya know?"
     
     
     
     

     
    After mom had me, the doctor prescribed her medicine (I dunno why, but she needed it) and said the meds will either make her lose a lot of weight, or gain a lot. Obviously she gained. Since then she's been trying to lose the weight, shich is seemingly impossible. Diets, exercises, full time commitments!
     
    The weight stuck.
     
    Now, people think its the reason my dad left her. My dad lived with her like this for almost 15 years; he got used to it, though there was a point leading up to the break up he said that she wasn't taking good care of her body (moron).
     
    Just please people, being overweight and obese should matter to the naked eye. Appearance is important, but not something someone should shoot down. I mean, if you want to lose weight, go ahead. If you want to look good while being fat, then look good, while fat. Hey, even Sir Mix-A-Lot said he liked big butts, and he said he was telling the truth.
     
    Personality and mind is good, appearance?
     
    I seen too many people obsess over it, and they are the most stuck up group of people you shall ever meet.
     
    Don't judge a book by its cover, a computer by its monitor, a person by their color, age, speech, or body weight.
     
    ~AA
  18. Arch-Angel
    Yesterday... oh wow... was a mess.
     
    My friend Tom is very honest. He tells me things I should know, especially people talking trash about me. He told how the entire group of Sophomore girls think of me as one word:
     
    Weird.
     
    This word has haunted me ever since I moved to this town. I admit, I was weird. I still am. But the way they say it sounds like I shouldn't even be within 50 yards of them.
     
    Personally, if they were guys, I'd really want to kick their butts. But only one guy in that group of people (The Model Preps, I call them) is the member of the bike 'gang', King Kong, who I also want to throw into a pit similar to my own.
     
    Tom is constantly asked," Why do you talk to him?"
     
    "Because he's nice and he's my friend..."
     
    He is the only nice one there. He gets it. He doesn't look down on people(well, just stereotypes the geeks), but he looks at me like he looks at the girls, as a friend.
     
    The Model Preps, though, look at me walking by at they would if I was eating worms with ketchup.
     
    I mean, I have one heck of a reputation for the stupid and sketchy, but they never look past that. They should look at themselves.
     
    They do everything together. Piercings, drinking, same clothes, same attitude, same hair style...
     
    Truly, they don't think for themelves. No individual mind. No different opinon. What one thinks, the other has to.
     
    In my mind, thats just... weird.
     
    And one of them has a catch phrase when they see me or a geek:
     
    Ewwww!
     
    Now that hurts.
     
    WHen my friend told me this, I was confused. I was angry, but sad I couldn't do anything about it. I wanted to destroy a car with my bare hands, but that wouldn't fix a thing.
     
    When I left his house, across from our small town, the quickest way home on foot was through the downtown area, past where they hang out.
     
    I don' know if they saw me, no one said anything about it at school today.
     
    I cried most of the way there. Tears. Eyes near closed, but enough to see the ground.
     
    My eyes still hurt.
     
    I passed by a group as they were sitting on a bench across from the local CVS.
     
    'Somewhere I belong' on my mp3 blocked out anything they had to say. For the better too. I don't know what I'd do if I heard an insult. I probaby looked like I was sleeping or something, mybe they saw the tears. But it doesn't matter, because I don't know if it was them.
     
    I wish we'd move faster. Best chance I got is 'til November.
     
    I wish... just to get rid of their cocky personalites.
     
    'Someday, as we all grow up, we realize that its not the world that doesn't understand you, its you not understanding the world.'
     
    I believe my own quote more than ever now.
     

  19. Arch-Angel

    You Know What? *boom*

    By Arch-Angel,

    I've decided to make this blog express myself a bit more. And my a bit, I mean I'm gonna look around the internet put up images that describe me.
     
    It gives me something to do. Now if you excuse me, I just woke up and I need to do my morning rountine...
     
    Happy Veteran's Day everyone.
     

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