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  1. Arch-Angel

    Song Of The Day #3

    By Arch-Angel,

    Today's song was what I listened through my days of misery from being made fun of for being a Christian, the lyrics are good, and hearing it is even better.
     
    I Will Hold My Head High by Thrid Day
     
    If you ever listen to it, or have listened to it, you know what I mean.
     
    Roaming CoT and the Community Blog, your local multi-genre DJ...
     

  2. Arch-Angel

    Song Of The Day #2

    By Arch-Angel,

    This one goes out to my good friend Taki, whom personal troubles reminded me of this song. I actually listened to ths song or thought of it when I thought of my crush from my old town.
     
    The song genre is Blues, and was made in 1972...
     
    Bobby "Blue" Bland's very own,
     
    Ain't No Love in the Heart of the City
     
    Lyrics at the bottom right side of the blog.
     

  3. Arch-Angel
    I'm sure many of you know how Public School Physical Education goes.
     
    Those that know the sport, play the sport.
     
    Those that know the sport, but do/not care about playing and... just don't get to actually play.
     
    I finally came into Gym Class and was asked by the jocks to play Full Back and Receiver in ou football game today. Suprised I actually caught the ball as a receiver (glad I told him not to whip it) I was able to to get through ten yards of defense covering me like a freakin' tent to make first down. As Full Back, I was the Quarterback's blocker, meaning anyone in his way, I push them out of.
     
    Over all, that was the highlight.
     
    The lowlight (new word, means the opposite of highlight;lowest point) was the fact my mom was informed by yours truly that I was going to the late bus, which leaves at 3:30 PM, if I changed my mind to take the first bus, I would have to call her somehow. Needless to say, I took the first bus, using another person's cellphone to leave a message on her cell.
     
    She didn't bother to listen to the message until I used the company phone in the apartment lobby in the cupboard of a desk (for the cop thats never here) that I'm not allowed to use. It wasn't until 3:40 that I remembered the phone after it started ringing. Spent one hour and fifteen minutes of my life reading 'Catcher in the Rye' until I dosed off again and again until said phone was discovered.
     
    I've dubbed myself the Lobby Rat for that. It was the second time. FIrst time was 45 minutes, and I used the mailman's cell.
     
    Thats right, I do not have a cellular device. If I did, it would be a T-Mobile Razr... either black or silver...
     
    Well, thats my day, gotta go to the gym... at 8:48 PM...
     

  4. Arch-Angel

    Song Of The Day

    By Arch-Angel,

    I've decided to start a new content block with a song I find entertaining or emotional.
     
    Going off from my usual Rap/Hip-Hop/R&B genre of music, today's song is Raw's Opening Theme Song:
     
    ...To Be Loved
    by Papa Roach
     

  5. 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.
     

  6. Arch-Angel
    I'm going to a school thats five times the size of my small High School and more confusing to navigate.
     
    Lord be with me...
     
    Good news is, I've signed up for Amateur Wrestling, so you'll see me on the WWE someday! Just kidding, but I will join the WWE if I get the chance.
     
    I've found some Brazilian Friends from my childhood that'll help me go through the school... somehow. I can barely find the end of the hallways...
     
    Night everyone!
     

  7. Arch-Angel
    Tomorrow morning (or morning), I begin my session of school in the town I haven't been in for 5 long, emotional years.
     
    I am nervous, but I can't wait.
     
    Excited is the word.
     
    My delima is getting back home. I live well over a highway mile from the High School and if you read 'Trapped on Route 9' I can't walk or bike on it. But I've faced traffic before, shoudn't be too hard to dodge.
     
    I have no new notebooks, the same work from the last High School I attended stll inside my bag, and a fairly large hole in my backpack. Doesn't bother me much aside from the notebooks. And the lessons. If they kept up with my school (which I don't think my chances are well) then I face the problem of missing a freakin' week of school since moving.
     
    Oh yeah, its good and bad for me.
     
    Well, 6 AM is my calling hour. Bye.
     

  8. Arch-Angel

    Trapped On Route 9

    By Arch-Angel,

    Well, it has happened.
     
    I finally moved into the apartment we dreamed of.
     
    Well, this stinks.
     
    One, my toothbrush is missing, so my mom and I are running on nothing but Mouthwash. (sister hs hers)
     
    Two, my Dad is injured. Three spinal discs are messe up, and its doctor's orders that he does not continue work as a handyman ever again. (Which is a big problem, considering that Manual Labor has been his job his entire life), so I'm not going to have a summer job.
     
    And last, but most annoying, I can't leave the apartment complex.
     
    Why, you ask?
     
    Well, it lands in the middle of a highway known as Route 9, and on this part of the highway, its illegal, not to mention ridiculously dangerous to walk or bike to the side off. I know I've dodged car by the near inch before, but its only a matter of time before I get clipped, and quite frankly, I'd like to keep that matter of time going for as long as possible. Like... forever.
     
    Only good news for me is that I finally got Comcast Internet, Phone(Gotta hook that up), and TV! Woot!
     
    Hopefully this'll get as many comments as my last entry! [/sarcasm]
     
    P.S. Thank for the rating guys!
     

  9. Arch-Angel
    Sorry everyone this is so late. I'm using a computer at my mom's work, so I'll do what I can.
     
    I have finally moved away from my previous town. I live in an apartment with a gym (Thank goodness!) but in a town with only one friend that I haven't seen since the fifth grade.
     
    But that doesn't interest you at the moment. Nor should it...
     
    The Final Prank
     
    I had everything set. The Halloween mask of an ugly old man, my jacket, the Jolly Ranchers, the Silly String, the two 20 oz. Diet Pepsi's, the Tube for the geyser that came with the six-pack of mint Mentos.
     
    Everything.
     
    I put the mask and my jacket on, the Silly String in my back pockets, and Jolly Ranchers bag in my hand. I walked in on the class I was skipping, tossed them all around to my classmates.
     
    Walking away, I turned to face the hallway. Two hallways, one up and one down. I chose the Silly String the upstairs one.
     
    I whipped out the cans, and hosed the place down stringing serveral people in the process. Once I made it down, I took the mask off and put away the Silly String, and got in the Library.
     
    Three minutes later, I went to see my work.
     
    Using my fake expression of suprise (which I have been practicing for most of my life), I saw the red lockers lined with the substance I only sprayed down just minutes before. I walked back to the Library. My friends that witnessed me doing it laughed with me and praised my actions. It worked without a hitch.
     
    "Will Jonathan Batista* please come down to the office, thank you."
     
    My friends only looked at me.
     
    I decided that if I didn't go, they would know it was me. I went down there, convinced the principal that I didn't do it, had my friends and even two teachers (that know I did it) deny that I did it and I was left to go to my next class. Continiusly, I denied the fact that I did the Silly String Prank (because people are too stupid to realize that the goodie-goodie teacher is right there), and tricked the cop to thinking that someone set me up (because I have a reputation of doing pranks, its my last school day in that town, and everyone would say its me) so I passed off this lie for TWO, count them, TWO hours. It was intended that I do the Diet-Pepsi and Mentos geyser during lunch, but I barely got away with the Silly String, why risk it with this?
     
    Well, needless to say, my friends were too stupid to throw away the mask and Silly String. The mask was found in a bathroom and the Silly String cans inside a random locker (which almost got that kid in trouble, so I don't blame him for saying my name).
     
    Now how hard could it be to throw away these three things with a DIRECT ORDER?
     
    Well, too hard. I was given a wet rag, a dust pan and a sweeper (for the dry bits on the ground), and started cleaning the lockers.
     
    After school, I took out the Diet Coke and Mentos, and after dropping the Mentos two times, I finally got it!... to go up like 6 inches. People were standing around waiting for a big fountain, guess I should gone with the 2 Liter.
     
    Ah, well. All's fine and well now. I left my mark. I glad.
     
    The only thing I'll truly miss though...
     

     
    Jon out...
     
    Batista*=Fake last name
     

  10. Arch-Angel
    I'm doing the plans #3 and #4. As much as #1 is such a beauty of a plan, Tom (my friend) convinced me not to. The Model Prep that I've targeted told him she felt bad about talking trash about me and being mean to me (including telling me never to talk to her in school). So I decided... no.
     
    Everyone thats reading this: dang it!
     
    But, Coke and Mentos Geyser is going to happen and so is Silly Stringing the hallway of my top floor, and chucking Jolly Ranchers injto my Biology class.
     
    I'll update this blog entry if I don't get caught or in trouble.
     
    Wish me luck!
  11. Arch-Angel

    I Apologize To You

    By Arch-Angel,

    My comments in my past entry was violent and an expression of anger I should have kept to myself. I should of expressed it outside of BZP. I am sorry.
     
    (Bet I ain't gonna make any 'Blog of the Week' 's for that either)
     
    Besides, I should be happy. Things are getting back to normal in my life. Well, not normal, but better. Normal was bad. I should be happy with what I have and not what I want (Revenge).
     
    Again, I am sorry. To Black Six, Kohaku, and the entire forum of 37 Grand Plus members.
     

  12. Arch-Angel
    JL: My friend
    FN: My Friend
    JC: Guy that punches me
    NC: Guy I thought hustled my friends
     
    Well, judging from the title, you should know... I got a heck of a punch to the face. But... here's the story behind it.
     
    A couple weeks ago, my friend's JL and FN (using initals) were hanging out, and fooling around. FN is a bit childish, and Josh is smart and more mature. Well, needless to say, FN was playing around. He bought a bag of rock candy, and he threw some at a couple cars.
     
    Evenutally, he hit the wrong car.
     
    Two guys named NC and JC came out. There was no damage to the car, but as the hothead he is, JC makes a big deal about it. He threaten them, and if they didn't give 50 bucks by Friday, they were going down(to say in a censored term). Although, JC was talking to JL. He was getting more threatened then FN.
     
    So, FN makes up the cash, and JL was going to deliver it. They didn't show up Thursday, Friday, so to end it, Saturday (which was the October Fest)
     
    JC was nowhere to be found, NC was.
     
    He gave NC the money, and as NC smiled, JL left a warning.
     
    "Smile all you want, but if you threaten me again, and I'll really leave some damage."
     
    NC kept smiling.
     
    Now, this is where I get in he picture.
     
    I was ticked. 50 bucks? For a piece of rock candy to a car the left no damage!
     
    I challenged NC via friend of mine, and he called me out.
     
    Now, I didn't know JC. JL told the story with NC.
     
    I spent the next half hour getting ready. 20 minutes at Railroad St.
     
    An older friend of mine dove me there and told me what to do. Got advice. He's going for my jaw, and my nose, so I gotta get my jaw ready. So I give small punches to my jaw, and learn how to defend myself.
     
    I show up. NC has pipe at hand. His mother is yelling at him for good reason. Cop was rolling by on another street to look quickly. He puts away the pipe, they start accusing me of calling the cops. Cop rolls up the street.
     
    NC's mom starts talking casually to the cop, and in a few minutes of my mouth being shut, he drives away.
     
    I go up to NC, he decides to talk it out before we get into a fight.
     
    JC didn't care.
     
    He started threatening me, taunting me, and I keep my eyes locked with his.
     
    He pulls his arm back. He delivers a punch.
     
    I stagger back two or three steps. Right now, I'm looking at the ground, still on my feet, and simply shake my had to know where I'm at, and look back, on his eyes.
     
    All this time, I thought a punch was high-level pain. All it did was hit my block of a jaw and brought me back. I thought I'd go teary-eyed or something. But I took the pain in.
     
    I'm still quiet. He walks up, talking some more. As he's talking, he takes out his switchblade. In his hands is 25 to Life with his intentions. His family starts yelling at him to put it away. Finally, one of them walks up to make him to it.
     
    The older friend of mine there told me something I'm glad to listened to,"Go!...Go!"
     
    I turn around, and start walking. JC yells to me to give him fifty bucks or I'm going down.
     
    Now, I have my diginity. I ain't giving him a thing.
     
    But what I learned today was that, I can take hard punches. Might rattle my brain, but I'll keep going.
     
    Now, the better News.
     
    We got the apartment we were looking for.
     
    Catch? We need 6000 bucks.
     
    By tomorrow.
     
    Lots of prayers please.
     

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

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    Review Of '3:10 To Yuma'

    By Arch-Angel,

    Movie: 3:10 to Yuma
     
    Run Time: 2 Hours
     
    Rated: R for for violence and some language.
     
    Some of you might not have been too trilled to see this movie.
     
    But trust me, I was, and I was proud I got to see it.
     
    In pre-Civil War or post-Civil War time, a rancher named Dan Evans (Christian Bale) is in debt, and in risk of having his family forced out of home to make way of the Transcontinetal Railroad. When he and his two sons went out to feed thir herd, they witnessed a Bank Cart Hold-Up by the notorious Ben Wade (Russell Crowe).
     
    I shall give up no more of the story aside from that.
     
    The acting was great. You knew the two actors put in their best performance in this hit of a movie. This movie truly brought the Western-style movies in our generation.
     
    Note, this movie has a confusing ending, so don't pull it off as stupid until the finish and YOU have to understand why. If not, comment this entry and I'll tell you.
     
    Another Note, you best be careful of you eyes and ears. Eyes because you're going to see a little gore. Not a down-right blood fest, but say... a bullet to the throat and the removal of a bullet from the stomach? If you can handle that, you're good. If you can't handle Saw, you can handle this. Maybe not the scene of the first campfire, but everything else should be fine. Ears, because you ARE going to hear a lot of gunfires. A LOT. Not a shoot'em up, but a decent enough one where they all come together.
     
    My thoughts? On the list of my favorite movies.
     
    8.9/10
     

  15. Arch-Angel
    We didn't get the tickets to get close enough to be caught by the camera... because we were in balcony.
     
    Next time I looking for tickets ahead of time.
     
    But it was worth it enough just being there.
     
    I was across from the people holding the large "Welcome Back Triple H" flag-like sign.
     
    But though you may think I left the night thinking Randy Orton had the upper hand, you're wrong. When the cameras stopped their broadcast, sweet rock came to my ears as I heard "ITS TIME TO PLAY THE GAME...!"
     
    As Randy Orton was talking, my friends and I already made it down to the first floor that went in to the club seats and around the ring. Though the Security blocked the people from getting closer to the ring, we decided to get as close as we could to see Triple H go down into the ring, and BEAT Randy with a beautiful Pedigree. Fans cheered and he started going around, shaking hands and all, ya know? It was great. Made the night end beautifully.
     
    From now on, all my Wrestling entries will in this category, it makes it easier for those not inerested in WWE.
     

  16. Arch-Angel
    I've passed the stage of anger where everyone that ticks me off is just another thing I can ignore.
     
    I've grown much stronger mentally, emotionally, and physically, and with all three higher, I know how to use them in a way. Just to control myself and my anger.
     
    I'm back into going to Church, wanting God to help me in my addiction to something I can't state. (Not drugs or alcohol)
     
    I hope I can pass this test, and get away from my addiction. Its done no good to me and only made me feel shameful of myself.
     
    My mom and I get into constant fights now. I guess its mostly my fault. I'm a teenager for Pete sake.
     
    I'm moving away from town, and all the friends that helped me grow up and mature to the person I am won't see for a school year. I'll miss a lot if I come back...
     
    I have no choice in moving. By September, we either sell the house and have money, or we'll get foreclosed and booted out by the state. Too many bills, too much debt... yo know the deal. Oh! And we're behind on the payments for the plumbing!
     
    So its either:
     
    1. Sell the house, leave town.
     
    2. Get kicked out by the State, leave town.
     
    3. Have to leave, no more water, leave town, sell the house or offically not won it anymore.
     
    Well, I'll get through this trial somehow...
     
     
  17. 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.
     

  18. Arch-Angel
    Dad never seems to show up now. After the last fight between he, my mom, and my sister, its only been come and go for his things. Sometimes he'd stay a night, never sleeping in my mother's bed, only in the guest room, leave for work, come back late. Hours upon hours past the time he got off. Sometimes 11, mostly midnight now. Though it started get later.
     
    We knew where he went.
     
    A woman a few months ago came into our Church. As a Pastor, my father greeted her and talked with her casually. He invited her to a few parties at home, Church Parties mostly, and she soon became good friends with my mom. My sister trusted her, so did I. Another Brazilian Immigrant, like my dad, mom, and sister (I being born in America). Here, Brazilian Immigrants make friends in a snap. We can tell if another person is Brazilian without them speaking Portuguese. Whether it was the paint on the clothes they wore from just getting off of working maintence or anything blue collar, causal clothing, or facal structure. Any immigrant could tell apart another Latino. Mexicans, Hondurans, all of them. Why? Most likely we were all together crossing the border, in the back of a truck together, on the same raft, sold everything we had back in the old country to get plane tickets to America, or worked together.
     
    In short, we are like distant relatives.
     
    This woman, we treated her like a distant relative also, along with the rest of the Church.
     
    A couple months went by and my dad wasn't getting along with my mom. They had frequent fights, and when it seemed all over by Thanksgivings, the two hugging and kissing, the worst discovery ever made rolls by.
     
    The E-Mails.
     
    My father got careless, and left his written down password on his desk. My mother wanted to check his e-mails to see if any bills were paid etc. What she found brought her to tears.
     
    The woman was talking to my dad.
     
    Romantically.
     
    Words in Portuguese like "mi amor" meaning "my love" for example. Lovers say that to each other. Within the romantic lettering, was a plan for them to meet. Have dinners, see each other, among other things.
     
    That woman stole the man the held this family. That woman stole my father.
     
    That Woman Stole My Mother's Husband.
     
    No, it did not go well with them. My sister got into fights with my dad, along with my mother, and I tried once, but didn't have the gut to continue.
     
    Once he knew we knew, we basically lost everything.
     
    The bills were piling high without him now. He went to go live with his girl in an apartment in a different town. A small city, but close.
     
    The Church found out. The Pastors themselves were outraged. The Lead Pastor was cheating on his wife.
     
    He got the boot, and he lost his a lot of his friends.
     
    But he was a bit happy his dream shattered. The Church he worked on so much, the Church he always wanted to be lead by him, gone.
     
    He was happy because now he had more free time. No more studying the Bible, making sermons, coming over to a different town three to four times a week.
     
    On my Birthday, I decided to cover up the fact my life, money and Family was going down the drain. So I took up a Santa hat, made a list, and gave out presents. Mostly candy. About fifty bucks worth building up the cash since Mid-November and Birthday money.
     
    Didn't even hear his voice that day.
     
    We decided to take the Holidays without him and go to good ol' New York City. Four days in the Big Rotten Apple gave us some time to relax. Unfortunately, on Christmas Day we decided to take our Happy Little Selves to Ground Zero.
     
    What the heck?!
     
    After crying every night over the talk of Dad since he left home, why don't we go down to whatever the bloody heck is left of the Terrorist Attack?
    Because I don't want to cry again, Mom! E-freakin'-specially on Christmas!
     
    After breaking my heart to bits there, we continue on our vacation and went back to the Home-State of the Red Sox Kingdom.
     
    New Years Eve, it gets interesting.
     
    We go to a Famous restaurant called "The Old Country Buffet" for dinner, and head to the theatres to watch Night in the Museum. Good movie, by the way.
     
    I watch the Ball Drop in Times Square where we were only days ago, and continue watchng TV. Kept on thinking what to do this year. What I had planned. After an hour of the New Year, a familar Ford E-150 used for working tries to pull into the driveway, but can't.
     
    Since the beginning of December, my sister got the habit of started parking her car so it blocks the rest of the driveway purposely. Dad commanded her to stop doing it, but like a rebellious, angry 18-year-old girl, she continued.
     
    This night however, not such a good idea.
     
    He parked in front of the house, got out, walked through the door in rage and banged on my sister's door.
     
    They fueded, my sister called his girlfriend a *beep* and that raised the bar. He grabbed her, pushed her down the corridor, almost down the stairs, and she started running.
     
    In panic, my mother called the cops on him.
     
    Down stairs, I was using every ounce of self-control to not go up and start fighting.
     
    Not like I would've won. He a strong guy, I haven't been in a real fight since the fourth grade, so he would've laid me out quick.
     
    My sister thought he was going to hit her, so she got in the car, punched the gas, and he followed.
     
    He didn't make it off the street before Graveyard Shift cops showed up. The cops inthis town aren't relible. The take their time. Only reason they were there was because one of them was less than a quarter mile away watching for speeders.
     
    My sister has a panic attack, my dad got arrested, Officer Stupid and Stupider came in the house and started asking the worst questions. Once it was all done, it was 2 AM and we wouldn't be rested and calmed down until 4. I missed school the next day.
     
    Quite the worst memory in my brain at the moment. The event that changed our lives was when she showed up.
     
    And destroyed our Trust, Church, and most of all...
     
    Our Family.
     

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

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