Arch-Angel

I wake up, thinking its 9 or 10 AM. I look at my watch. 5:40 AM. Dang it! ><

Hey! Omi was right! The title will attract them! I'm sorry guys and gals, couldn't help myself. So, I got a problem. Not a big one, just... I need help with my Christmas/Birthday List. This is it so far... 1. New mp3 Player: the one I have isn't being detected by the computer anymore, so can't put in music... 2. CM Punk Clover Baseball Cap 3. Batista Unleashed Hardcover Book 4. Gift Card to American Eagle or Hollister Any suggestions?

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...

Thanks Teebert and Agent Greenhorn. Teebert, you gotta take your chances. Plus, not every person that offers you a ride if you miss a bus ain't gona kill you. But keep your guard up still... Agent Greenhorn, really appreciate that. Thanks man.

This morning went better than most mornings. I dreamt a story that actually made sense, had it stopped by the sound of the radio going off at 5:51 AM, brushed my teeth, shaved a perfect shave with a new razor (no burns!) got dressed, ate a bowl of Honey Nut Cheerios, got my bag, and left. Everything perfect. Got my cash, my mp3, wallet, ID, everything. So I'm walking to the bus stop, the usual people are there, and a few more considering its raining (thankfully not as hard as it was yesterday) I am less than 25 feet away. The bus pulls in, everyone gets in, I'm running, the bus leaves. NO. The story isn't over. A man in his car witnessed my run for the bus. "Hey, where's the next stop?" "This was the last one." "Oh man." "But there is a traffic light a quarter-mile up the highway." "You sure it'll be a red light?" "Its always a red light." "Alright, get in." We drive up, the bus is inching closer ad closer to the light. Luckily the thrid lane formed and the cars in front of us moved out of the second lane (which we were on) and we got to the point where we were a car away. I thanks the man plenty, got out, and ran over to the bus. I knocked on the window. Though I didn't understand the movement of his hands, my sister did once I got back home. He had the index finger going side to side, the 'safe' call you see in baseball, and with both hands pointed down moving up and down. Translation: 'Not safe here' The bus drove off as the green light went up and the cars in front moved. I watched the bus go off in the distance and disappear going slightly downhill. "(ADD GROUP OF SWEARS HERE)" So its raining, the back of my pants at the bottom are wet from puddles in the break-down lane I'm walking in, and its a quarter-mile walk back to my apartment. During my walk, first thing that popped up,"Hey, I got a story for my blog." Plus I could listen to the radio on my mp3. Get home, told my mom not to give me any crud and told the story, decided to sty home, slept until 1, and two hours later, I made this entry. Its 3:11 PM, and a pretty funny start to a Friday. Song of the Day at 7 or sooner...

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.

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...

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

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.

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

I should listen to Taki more often. I got more friends, I'm still not findng my way around school, but hey... Oh, and my grades might rise. Geometry makes sense to me. Before, I was dealing with Geometry from 20 years ago (that Cousulor said he hasn't seen that kind of Geometry since then) and now I'm ACTUALLY DOING MATH. With numbers! I'm going to join the Wrestling Team in the Middle Weight Devision. The coach said they need more Middle Weights, so he's proud to see me join. I'm putting my A-Game into it. Evenutally it'll all come crashing down. I haven't been to church since I moved, and knowing me, I wn't handle it well at all without my God. Thanks for cheering me up guys, hoping for a bright future! ~AA

Thanks Cap'n and Goldfish!

I missed school today for the simple reasons that one, my mom doesn't want to drive me to school because she's too tired, and two, I woke up at 7, an the bus leaves five minutes before that. But what I find as one of the most difficult tasks a new kid can have is this. Finding someplace to sit. Yes, I do have my fantasies that a table of cute girls call me and I'm back in business flirting, but thats never the case (unless I happen to model, which isn't likely either) Though there is this cute girl in my Geometry class that had a conversation with... Anyways, yesterday I sit at the table with the Brazilian(s) I recognize. It isn't easy. I have to wander around for 20 seconds looking like an cool dude with my eyes searching every table. But eventually I found one... too bad the table of Brazilian girls was full. Another thing, as much as I want to, I don't think it'll happen. I keep talking to Taki about this, I can't keep it out of my mind... I really want a Blog of the Week Award. But I might as well give up and just keep updating this thing. Over and out...

Good morning? How about 12:02 in the morning? I gotta get my sleep boi... Thats right, I spelled 'boy' with an 'i'. Boi.

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...

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!

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.

A lot of people have problems with preps. Why? Well, I know. I've been on both sides of what Preps see and what everyone else that isn't a prep sees. Some preps are nice and kind. Some preps are nice, kind, but too into image. Some preps are just plain "I'm better than you" mean. I myself where preppy clothes, but that doesn't make me who I am. I go to school wearing Hollister and American Eagle (Apparently the girls like it, thats a good thing). And the Preps of my school accept me... sort of. Well, they start to like me. My old friends? Still talk to them openly. I sit with them at lunch, and go over to sit with my preppy friend, Tom, sometimes the preppy girls too (although they trash-talk to much even about their own group). But I've decovered this word thats about, or should be, as offensive as any racial word. "Scrub" The definition? Dictionary.com had the term- Hello! I've been called this most of Middle School, and Freshman year! Found out what it meant just I started haning out with the Preps! Some people were talking about my friend last year, but I haven't a clue to what it meant. Because he doesn't care about his image because thats the last thing that should matter in making friends, he's a scrub. Now some things tick me off, but to think that you're better than the other? To think that you're on top, and he's less? Thats dog-gone stupidity. I lost twenty pounds and started liking Hollister and A.E. because I thought it looked nice on me. Not that I became better than the average "scrub". If you where one shirt and one shirt only everyday, the only thing thats going to matter to me is if its clean. Personally, B.O. isn't my favorite cologne. I won't think less of you. Thats why I hated the 'Model Preps' in my last school. I couldn't stand them. (Not to mention their life-style proved enough that me and my friends are above them) One's actions should define what one man or woman is. The 'Model Preps' have the life-style of drinking and smoking. Sometimes drugs. Me and my friend Josh, the one that was called scrub when he wasn't in the classroom, we're Straight-Edge. Don't Smoke. Don't Drink. Don't Do Drugs. Be an individual. Let you be the person you want to be. Actions speak louder than words. The word "Hollister" on my shirt shouldn't tell you who I am and what I think of you. And the word "Scrub" said by others shouldn't tell you who I am or who you are. You should be You.

Its a good career. You always seemed to have that strong voice of direction anyways.

My heart aches a bit right now. Since I've moved, I haven't been able to talk or flirt with my crush. And I'm dying here. I yearn for starting school here, yet I don't. I feel like how my parents felt going into this country: A Fresh Start, Clean Slate, New Opportunities... but in a place where the Rules are different, People aren't like what you thought, and that you just don't belong. But I don't feel afraid for some strange reason. I don't know if I'll find someone I like (and not when I'm about to move) and that I truly understand and they understand me. My crush and I probably had something, not sure if she would've gone out with me or not. Well, I don't know whether I should be excited for the new school or not, but in any case, its impossible to escape the fact that probably Tuesday, I face a Whole New World...

*Explodes in Happness*