Arch-Angel

Just looking back at it, I remember perfectly saying to myself," I hope this week doesn't go bad." Well, should've knocked on wood, 'cause it did. Monday was normal. Rountine, but peaceful. Hung out with my friends Sarah ad Hendrick, two Haitians who I've known since the 7th Grade (Hendrick in the 6th), and when the two are together, I can't help but laugh my butt off and have a good time. Tuesday was very busy day. Weirdly enough, fun also (and stranger, on 9/11). It was down pouring and our Gym class (last period) got out early so Sarah, Hendrick, our Keyan friend Bradley(We call him JJ, dunno why), and the new girl from the town I'm moving back to ironically, were hanging out under the incline laughing and all. Mom picked me up, brought me to my friend's house three towns away within an hour so I could go to American Eagle with a coupon thing. By 8 PM, I buy the pants, Kanye West's Brand New CD "Graduation", and out the mall doors. Wednesday was the big day. Brazil vs. Mexico at the Gillette Stadium! Mind you, we have few Mexicans in MA, and near half the population is Brazilian. The Stadium was full! I remember the number... 64,585 people in that Stadium... The largest amount of people ever to come to a Soccer Game in the Stadium's history. Brazil lost to Mexico twice in the past and the rivalry was growing. I'll give a percentage point from the people in the Stadium. Brazilians: 80% Mexicans: 15% Others: 5% Well, by the time Brazil got its second goal, the Mexican in front of us took off his Mexican Soccer Jeresy ad under with a Wife Beater and started cheering with us," Brazil! Brazil!" Hilarous. Brazil won 1-3, even with a dirty ref. One of the Mexican players jumped and grabbed the ball, ticking off the Brazilian team, the Brazilian crowd, the anyone watching it on TV around the freakin' world! Thats an instant kick-out from the game! One of Soccer's bggest no-no's! The cursed red card from the offical! And even as it was plainly in his sight, he claims he didn't see it. Now by this time, a lot of Potuguese swears came about the ref. All in all, we still won and left happy. Thursday is where I had the fall of the happy week. Fun because I came back from hanging out with Tom(The popular kid I talked about before) going into a trail in the woods. Now, he isn't too bright, so he wasn't paying attention too well when I told him what Hendrick said about him as a joke. He got the joke word-for-word, but not the end part where I told him "Don't tell him I said that". By Friday, he told him. Now Hendrick likes to think things a bit too over-the-top than they should be. Now he is convinced that I talk trash behind his back, but he has a reason not to trust me. He won't even come near someone else if I'm with them, nor does he care if I get arrested for something I didn't do. I tried saying sorry, and he's taken it like I offered him a hot bag of dog poop. The thing is, this is 8th grade drama. Nothing like his happened since the 8th grade (with half the drama was started by him in the first place). It happened before, and its over. Its quite sad he's doing it again. Anyway, what makes it even worse, I can't go near Sarah or JJ anymore without a glare wishing I'd get tossed into the Pits of Hates (Which is a bit more terrible than my current life). And yes, I did use every ounce of self-control not spill my water bottle in his face when it started. And my life is a mess yet again...

Praise God... ~AA

I have been since our discussion. I'm sorry, Taki. Just that when my friend died, I only wished I could've stopped it, and with this... I felt like I could redeem myself... I'm sorry.

Many of you toss around the word. Whether discribing something you cherish, a family member, or a member of the opposite gender(or same gender, if thats how you roll). On my end, Love is something to avoid. I keep thinking that I'm going to repeat History. And do what my father has done. Omi is right, of course. We are still at too young an age, even to know what true love is. Its not lust, or liking them because they're cute or attractive, or just because they give you everything you want. Its not what you want, its what you need. "The One" is an expression used by both boys and girls, men and women, who are trying to find a soul mate that interlocks with them perfectly and without a hitch. When you find her/him, tell me how it feels, but I have a fear of love. I like the fact of being in a relationship. They make me feel more secure, but so fragile at the same time. Doing something wrong to mess it up, talk to a girl causally and rumors fly around that I'm cheating. Its amazingly stupid how people will judge on spot. My last relationship last 2-3 weeks. It was almost broken from the beginning, my girlfriend and her friend were at war with each other. Needless to say, her "friend" spread a rumor saying that she was cheating on me. She informed me of the rumor once it spread around her grade(7th) and in two days, my grade (9th). Needless to say, we broke up anyway. I wasn't broken up about at all. I felt like a weight was lifted off the two ton load on my back, easing the pressure. But what I truly feel afraid of is... breaking the hearts of my family. If I have kids, a wife, and a church, I feel as if I'll repeat everything that happened to my dad. I don't want that. I vowed not to get married, for fear of hurting my future wife and kids. That is my fear. You can go out, meet a girl/boy, anything. Just, for heart's sake, make sure its true.

Right now, I turned off my music to type this. The past two days have been a bit difficult. Doing my homework, doing chores, hanging out with friends, and doing what I have to do on BZP. But everyday, exhausted or not, I sit down on this chair and listen to my music. I'm pretty sure not many of you listen to Hip-Hop, Rap, or R&B. Most of you have your,"92% of people have moved on to rap, if you're one of the 8% the listens to real music, put this in your profile/blog/signature." Now thats just rude. You see us hating you? No. We like a beat like you like a guitar. You say Rap and Hip-Hop isn't music? Its entertaining, it has emotion, it has lyrics. Its music. I say you stop hatin'. You can listen to your music, I'll listen to mine. "45% of people have moved on to Rap and Hip-Hop, another 45% still listens to rock. If you are one of the 10% that Party Like A Rockstar, put this in your profile/blog/signature."

Hour and a half?! Mine took 30 minutes! And this year's was 10 or 15 minutes. Only thing to do is just chill out...

I feel as though no one likes me in this town. I tried everything, but apparently being nice is a bad thing to do. Apparently I lose respect from people because I gave them presents. Last year, I gave my ex-crush a 20 dollar gift card to CVS that she asked for her birthday. Girl still gives no respect. I hand out candy to people for Christmas (On my birthday, but I didn't fee special) and they loved it. But no respect. I pull pranks for fun, and want to make people laugh. No respect. I even went as far as changing my clothes right now, lose weight over the summer, yet barely get a compliment unless my friend Tom (who is the most popular kid in the grade, and with girls) tells them about me and get them to notice. You know what? Moving doesn't sound like a bad idea at all. I am a 'random person' more than I am considered a friend. I feel hated, unloved, and broken. I feel horrible and I want to crawl under a rock and wither away. I'll probably never be accepted by others, and never find any peace in this storm. The eye of the hurricane past, and now its the roaring winds of discouragement and shooting raindrops of failure like bullets on me. I feel like I'm breathing out cold fire.

That was... suprisingly good. Can I steal that for English class?

September 4th, 2007. 45th anniversary of my Father's birth The title told you. That's right, Sept. 4th marks the day my father birthday, the one who has ruined my good run. The man who has made me emotionally distraught. The man who has taken care of me since I was a baby. The man who destroyed the family who stood strong through everything else. The man who I joked with even until now, plus go to movies, buy things, etc. The man who used to come home tired and angry after work, taking it out on me and my sis. The man who... Made me a man. Through all the pain, I still love my Father. No matter how much I'd love to cherish the moment, if I get it, of me kicking him in between the leg with a good kick, though the many chances I could, I didn't. It pains me. What's worst is that the kid that taunted me in te 8th grade for being a Christian and left for a vocational school came back. And my oh my, I was looking at his neck, thinking only how a choke slam could set him straight. A Fireman's Takeover. A Stone Cold Stunner. A hard left punch. A gut wrencher. Anything. But something tells me that'll come soon, if he continues... And how that'll turn out, I know only half of. Holding in my anger,

Congrats to numba 30!

It seems unavoidable. And I see it coming. Once its close to fall, everyone is falling in love. Maybe its called "Fall" not for the leaves afterall. Anyways, I might as well tell you about the girl. This girl is new this year, and she's cute. Everyone keep telling me how hot she is and all, but don't like her for that. Heck, I don't think I like like her at all for that matter. I'll tell you how it started first off. First day of school, everyone is talking about this new brazilian girl and how she's hot and all. I'm thinking,"Okay, I bet I can spot her right off the bat." I can. And I do. You should know (read first blog entry). She can understand very little English, and that goes for her speech too. When she sat behind me in History, and tried to tell the teacher about her Language difficulty, I turn around, and in a cool way, asked in Portuguese,"Brazilian huh?" She sighed in relief,"Finally!" From what I learned then on was great. She's 17, lived in America for two months, formerly lived in a city south of my Brazilian State Sao Paulo, and she likes Big Macs! Not a fan of the latter, but there is more to her. Thing is, I haven't known her long enough. I maybe street bred, but I'm different from the other guys. I like(d) Bionicle, I like to read, I like to get to know a girl first. Maybe BZP only know the true me. But to tell you all the truth, I haven't felt feelings for a girl since the beginning of July. I've felt empty. I feel... Fearless. Maybe thats why I welcome danger with a open hand. If I die like this, then I go with little regret.

Happy for ya. I'd find one, but my life is a mess as it is.

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.

Saturday: Mom got mad. Very mad. I thought I got it from Dad's side of the family, but apparently my mother takes the cake. She wanted to spend "Quality Time" with her "Family". If you know my opinon on this being a family, then it would be easier for you to follow. My sister and I both disgreed with my mom to go to beach in Rhode Island an hour and a half away. Its too long, and it isn't worth the trip. Its a record high day, the beach WILL be crowded, and three hours of it will be spent go there and back. And she gets mad. We end up going to have breakfast at a restaurant, Bickford's(at 1 PM) and lunch at a Friendly's which took a near hour to get our food. And while I was eating, a dsable woman was staring at my plate the entire time, a foot away(glass window thingy sparated us from the table as is Friendly's style) It was a completely loss. Before Friendly's, we went shopping at TJ Maxx to pass the time and digest a crummy breakfast. And after Lunch/Dinner, got me some new sneakers. Something like those. Sunday: Spent the whole day waiting to watch Summer Slam on Pay-Per-View at my friend's house. It was worth the 40 bucks (I didn't spend) to watch! The matches were great, and only left one and a half disappointments. Umaga didn't lose his Intercontinetal title, which wouldn't bother me. But Batista won the match via disqualifition! The titles can't switch hands unless its by pin fall or submission. The Great Kahli knew this, and in fear of losing the title, hit Batista with a chair to the back to lose, yet retain. But best of all, John Cena made me five bucks richer when he beat Randy Orton! Yep... it was a great moment... Monday: I woke up at 12 PM, which isn't my choice in time with school starting tomorrow, and I've coming back at around 11 from Monday Night Raw isn't going to help. I'm going to get ready to leave to buy a poster, and get some exercise also. I hope lost noticeable weight this summer... Well, bye y'all!

Got a preent for ya. You choose which one should be mine, and choose which one you'd like.

I consider myself an "Animal" in some cases. But that name was taken by a man known as David Batista. More known as a WWE Superstar, "The Animal" Batista. Now, considering he has that title, I'm "The Beast". Now, Beasty over here is getting closer and closer to getting back in the cage. High School Education. GGGGrrrreeeeaaaatttt..... Best part, I'm in Creative Writing! (For those of you who don't know, I made a gesture that is not acceptable on school grounds to my CW Teacher last year. We don't get along. Especially when his heart is a jagged rock that tears apart the positivity of the world and leaves behind nothing but hate) I'm not looking forward to that. By the way, the good news of it all is that today was my last sweaty day of work! I'm going to Monday Night Raw in Boston, which shall rock considering Triple H is coming back to the weekly event. And my man, John Cena, the WWE Champion, is back in his home-state! He gave me a signature move too! The Fireman's Takeover Powerslam! Use it in my near fights to tell people not to mess with me by putting them on my shoulders. They back off pretty quick. He gave me a bully-go-away guarantee trick! Woot! Well, that all for now. I'll come back later when anything interesting happens.

Looks like it could fly... *Throws it out a window*

I know some people think negatively, but I really do myself. I think about getting jumped. For some reason, I'm constantly ready to fight. I have no enemies. I have nothing to worry about. Then why do I not let my guard down? I observe people. I look at them and think about what I can do if I were attacked by them. I grew up a fighter. Anger came about when I was little. Heck, I used to hit other babies on the head when they stole my Thomas the Train Engine toy from my hands. One shot, they cry, and the Rugrat that I was no more than a few months to two years old. I watched Power Rangers like any kid back in the 90s. Grew up thinking I knew Karate. I remember my first fight. I was 5-years-old, and I was up against a thrid grader. He said,"Gimme your best shot." So I went up and punched him repeatedly in the gut and he went down. It was weird. I did nothing but fight. I'm not a skinny guy. I'm not a fat guy. I'm a descently strong guy that practiced fighting for 15 years on the street. I'm Street Breed. But, I don't want to fight. Its impossible to stop now. I'm challenged constantly, I win constantly, and I never turn down a challenge. What can I do? Because fighting is the only thing I'm probably good at. And I am seriously considering the WWE as a career. Help.

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...

Good... Music videos. Be sure to give me the link. You're the reason why I started listening to more Nickelback instead of just 'Hero'.

Movie: Rush Hour 3 Run Time: USA-90 minutes Rated: PG-13 The duo are back in the action comedy film 'Rush Hour 3' with a load of action and more laughs than you can handle. Seriously, some people clapped at the One-Liners brought by Chris Tucker and people were loving the action brought by Jackie Chan. Watching this film, you can't help but laugh at the quick responses James Carter gives. High Fiving a nun, and getting into fights he should know to avoid by now. Jackie Chan gave some laughs also, but were hillarious! Swearing to a nun to suggesting a dirty movie, you couldn't resist to laugh. And when you saw him in action, I couldn't help but continue thinking 'He does his own stunts'. Amazing actor, even if his accent is as thick as my father's. You will truly agreed into calling it the funniest one of all three. And never forget the outtakes. Lee: You are not my brother! Carter: I'm not your brother huh? After all we've been through? ... Rush Hour 1, Rush Hour 2? The best 90 minutes I've had with a movie. 9/10

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.