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!

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

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!

It says 4:13 PM to me. And I'm two time zones ahead of you. Ah well. "Eh" -Taki on AIM I hate coffee. If I want something to keep me up, I just get Diet Pepsi Max. Drank two or three of them in an afternoon (not knowing about the added ginseng) and screwed up my biological clock, and I'm sill trying to fix it...

Nothing. I'm a prep myself, even if I grew up on the streets. Its the these Preppy Girls in my grade that walk around thinking they're on top, I'm below them, and so is everyone else that they don't personally know or where the same clothing brand. I myself like Hollister, American Eagle, and Aeropostale (which isn't preppy, but tries) So, considering they've been so fake to me and talked A LOT of trash, I had the idea of them think I'm doing Plan 4. Thing is, they don't know they are a suggested target.

I have been known in my school for... Playing jokes. Quite a few. Its tradition. Well, usually, at the end of each year, I pull a prank for the enjoyment of others. Last year was noteable, but not good. Basically threw a basketball into my Physics Class (got a 30 in the class anyways), and biked into the cafeteria. Trust me, as much as it sounds cool, it really isn't. In the 8th grade, in which it all started, we went to an Island off the coast of Boston called 'George's Island', and if you look at the map, I jumped into the Pier. Yes. And the excuse was that someone threw my fashlight in the water, and went to retrieve it. It was meant to be an excuse of stupidity, in which it worked. I got 30 bucks (out of a claimed 100) and fame up 'til this day. Today, I imagine many 'What If' ideas. Like,"What if I had other people dive in with me?" or,"Why didn't I run back to the island ground, sprint to the Pier, and do a front flip?" I was laughing into my pillow two nights ago when I thought of the front flip. Anyways... This year, I am moving away. People are counting on me to make it good. I either hose down the 'Model Preps' with soda, run around in a monkey suit in the cafe (which obtaining the Monkey Suit would be a problem) or run in my Biology Class wearing a Halloween mask dancing and do "Crank That Souija Boi!" then Silly String them(mind you, I will be wearing running shoes), or Diet Coke and Mentos Geyser (which could backfire easily if it doesn't go off). 1. Hose down Model Preps 2. Monkey Suit (very unlikey) 3. Halloween, Crank That Souija Boy, Trick or Treat, Silly String (I like it, but not wide spread prank for everyone) 4. Diet Coke and Mentos Geyser in Cafe You decide! And be quick! You have until Monday!!!

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.

I've made posts pracitally right off the Bible. The title and the first line before the comma is religious. Nothing more. Trust me, I can make a sermon if you want.

BRASIL!!! Couldn't help myself. Brazuca Pride boi! ~AA

Should've known to knock on wood... ~AA

After praying for the apartment we need, the apartment we couldn't afford, the apartment that surpassed our dreams of getting, prayer came through, and we will soon move in. My sister's boyfriend had the 6000 dollars to loan to us. We will paid him back piece by piece befre he leaves for Brazil, but good news is, we aren't living in my friend's apartment. About the whole Punch-To-The-Jaw thing, the whole thing has blown out of porportion. I have been asked too many questions today in school, and NC is shooting of his mouth. Removed. -Kohaku

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.

I can't believe its been two days since one of the funnest days I ever had in my life. WOO! Sorry, still got me some excitement flowing. Lemme give the pics... My girl Karen (Unoffical, but I plan to pop the question) The kid on the far right has no idea whats going on... One of my favorites... Me and my friend Meg (Was going to pop the question, but a guy named 'Colin' beat me to it by a week... did I mention he wears girls' jeans for some reason?) Hendrick to the far left, Danielle, Me, Amy, and Kaleigh Karlee, Meg, Lauren, Me... Yes, we have fireworks too. Some people partied TOO hard... But the one pic that I love the most is... Well, aside from my friend Jeremie, its me and Karen. Post comments, questions, criticism, insults...

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!

Well duh. Not like you were going to regret getting one. Its always the first kiss that you'll remember for the rest of your life. Hopefully not your lat one either.

*Laughs at Joey* I bet Phil can do it better!

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

Hm. Personally, I hate Tuesdays. Dunno why. Mondays I could do without, but then again I'd have more hate for Tuesdays.

That has to be, hands down, the most entertaining 1:53 minute I have ever wasted to watch something. 9/10.

Oh no's! Not my proto!...Again! Read your blog, you deserve this.

Dang man, you get a girlfriend quicker then I thought. And take from someone who's taking Spanish 1 for the 3rd time, I envy you...

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.

...wirey... Thats what it looks like, huh? I always thought of you as... High Tech advance, TV/Computer/AC/Radio kinda thing. Or I made that up. Your choice. Sudden mood for Pepsi and Skittles in my mouth... weird...

I remember my first major bike crash... It was a street bike with no brakes, and unknowingly to me, a front wheel that didn't aline with the handle. So, as my then-6th grade self, wanted a race down the hill... So I started zag-zigging and finally dropped to my right, being dragged by the momentum of my body and the bike while I ate asphalt for about 10-15 feet. Needless to say, I had a couple scrapes on my right arm, both of wrists paralyzed from shock of the landing plus drag, and the right side of my face looked like I got in a fight with a cougar. When my friend's mom was patching me up, the alcohol didn't even bother me as it cleansed the wounds. I missed school the next day (banged-up wrists), suprised everyone in my class by Tuesday, and never got on a bike for at least 5 or 6 months. But by 7th and 8th Grade, I started dodging death by the inch as some built-up adrenaline and a need for speed came up. Thats my story...