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  1. Arch-Angel
    EDIT: Dang it! Accidentally clicked the 'Draft' button!
     
    Clothes... almost picked out.
     
    Gum... check.
     
    Backpack... never on the first day, that's just stupid.
     
    Zune 8GB mp3 player... check.
     
    Flirt... check (as always)
     
    Pepsi... Why is the Pepsi always gone?
     
    Sneakers, old ones I've had for two years... check.
     
    Pencils... check.
     
    Pen because there is always one teacher with bad eyes who can't handle the truthpencil writing... check.
     
    Sleep... ha.
     
    Money... check. (maybe I'll go to that Subway nearby...)
     
    Amazing charm, good looks, and single status advantage... check.
     
    God... well, He was never gone to begin with, check.
     
    Vending Machine cash... check.
     
    Amigos... half-completed.
     
    Well, can't be 100% prepared for your second year of the 10th grade.
     
    Bonsoir, Good morning, and PEACE.
     
    ~AA
  2. Arch-Angel
    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!!!
     

  3. Arch-Angel

    I Sigh Again

    By Arch-Angel,

    Today, I got to spend the time with my father (whoms stupid actions made me who I am, and I do not know whether I should thank him or not) and I decided, 'Hey, lets go to the movies. But go into the AMC Grille next to it. Dinner and a movie, no time wasted.'
     
    He reluctantly agreed. He much perferred to spend time with me and talk.
     
    You wonder why I enjoy the movies.
     
    The movie 21 is going to play at 7:30. Its been hyped up and the plot looks good. Of course, its based doff a true story and a book written about it. IMDB rating didn't look reassuring, but hey, I didn't want to laugh at 'Run, Fat Boy, Run'.
     

     
    I wanted to watch '21' and learn how to play Poker, Blackjack, et cetera all in one night, then forget the moment I wake up tomorrow.
     
    We get there at 7:05, actually find a parking spot and walk the actual short distance to the AMC Grille.
     
    As soon as we pass the entrance, I see the second set of doors and a sign on it.
     
    STOP. UNDER 21, TURN AROUND.
     
    Pass the glass you could see the bar.
     
    So much for the grille.
     
    We go inside the actual theater and get in line.
     
    IT WAS HORRIBLE! UNBELIEVABLE! WHAT A BLOW-OFF!
     
     
     
     
    Sold out.
     
    Darn this number! And they say 23 was bad!
     
    I end up having to spend the next three hours walking in the Natick Collection (its one big mall) seeing many familiar faces of my, guess you could say friends, from my current high school. It was a bummer really. It just rubbed in on how my social life from the past came crashing down once I moved here. It couldn't have felt worse.
     
    I got my dad beforehand to buy me 'WWE: The Music, Volume 8' at Best Buy. It contains fourteen entrance songs I've wanted to listen to in my own spare time. Now I can listen to SOS, Don't Question My Heart, No Chance in (Heck), Turn Up The Trouble, Ain't No Make Believe, and Biscuit n' Gravy whenever I want. WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
     
    When I got home, my mom as usual makes me sit down on the couch and answer any and all questions that my dad may or may not have said in our time together. Its about a half hour to an hour long interrogation of annoyance as I usually drown out my dad's voice.
     
    Again. The movie thing.
     
    Although during the time at the mall, my dad asked about Bionigirl. I told him about her being in the adoption circle and I haven't heard from her in what feels like weeks.
     
    Its a blessing and a curse at the same time. Every girl I see, I think of her. A blessing because I think of her, and a curse because of our speration.
     
    He says I should move on, that I don't know what love is, or that I shouldn't bother with one girl for too long. What a father. If I don't know what love is, how is doing that suppose to show me what it is?
     
    Its a shame really. Its one of those moments where I look forward to Heaven. My Paradaise.
     
    I sigh right now. Its 12:02 AM, and I got church in the morning, I think. Not sure if I want to go. Lets just say in my last visit, Satan haunted my thoughts.
     
    I sigh again.
     
    ~AA
  4. Arch-Angel

    U Turn

    By Arch-Angel,

    Last Thursday, my US History class took a field trip to Boston, to see the many locations of the historic city. Two classes went, my class and another. Keep in mind I stayed back a year, and that before I used to look at these sophomores as the annoying freshmen who haven't hit full maturity, or three quarters. They're getting there, but most are get too annoying to handle.
     
    Of course, I wasn't the oldest among the group, simply one of the people really wishing he had a wad of cash on him. Boston has markets around every corner. The history teacher running it (my teacher), Mr. Martell, had to press the cross-walk button every time we reached the end of a block. We must've passed about six SevenEleven's, and I was getting depressed with the loneliness mentioned beforehand. A Pepsi would've been great, had I had the cash for it. Though really no one went inside the stores surprisingly.
     
    Though there was one that itched in the back of my mind.
     
    Nick.
     
    A freshman (sophomore now), who's got plenty of cash and unfortunately no real good looks, no good sense of flirting, no good aim for the right girls, and his voice is in kiddy-mode so he 'sounds gay' when he's actually straight(which he is constantly had been made fun of in our class until I demanded through some physical means par say to the two guys to quit making the offensive artwork). He's a nice guy, reminds me of Tom, only more dumb, no common sense, and REALLY REALLY annoying.
     
    Throughout the trip, he was practicing some of his Portuguese. One of the brazilian girls in our class taught him how to speak a few words and phrases, but gave him all the wrong definitions as to what he was saying.
     
    ...
     
    So the entire time he's swearing in Portuguese, and constantly I have to tell him to shut up. Then he'd actually say something in Portuguese he understood, which isn't the kind of phrase you'd wouldn't say around your mom (if she knew Portuguese). So at around 9 AM as we were in the Massachusetts State House, he went on while we were in the House of Representatives, and I turned to him, said something I can't recall what, and I shut him up.
     
    Victory...
     
    But after five seconds of the beautiful silence, he said, "Yeah, well, at least people like me. Vanessa hates you, she thinks you're a creeper and a sketch, and everyone in drama company agrees. Actually, most of the people in drama company hate you."
     
    So I play it off like I could give a dang less about drama company, and left him defeated.
     
    Though I took a heck of a hit.
     
    I love the people in drama company, and I love Vanessa, so my mind soon processed that I didn't have friends. For one, Vanessa always called me a creeper but I proved her wrong and then we'd laugh about it, but I was convinced that she was talking behind my back and sincerely meant it. My loneliness broaden, and I truly felt like nothing.
     
    Oh! Now I remember! I didn't say anything to Nick, I backhanded him lightly, tiny tap.
     
    Today, Nick asked me if I was going to the drama company meeting today after school. I wasn't planning to take a late bus home, so I told him no and added extra flavor to it saying, "...And besides, why bother? Vanessa and the rest of drama company hates me anywa-"
     
    "Oh, I was just kidding. I was just angry."
     
    "Because you couldn't come back with anything else?"
     
    "Yeah."
     
    "Oh, okay."
     
    I laughed inside. All that trouble, for nearly nothing.
     
    Well, I got to open up to two girls, who I now consider my trusted friends. I showed them the blog entry after I felt better because they were on the little notes I left there.
     
    Now, I guess, I don't feel lonely...
     
     
     
     
     
    So wait.
     
    What was the moral of the story?
     
    ~AA
  5. Arch-Angel

    Music Conflict

    By Arch-Angel,

    Last weekend, I was cleaning my room. Your mom has the ability to nag you until you do so, and if your sister joins in, you're gonna clean your room sooner.
     
    So I turn up the speakers on the computer and listen to my playlist. Because iTunes suck, and Zune Software is awesome. Eat your heart out Macintosh.
     
    Forever by Chris Brown comes up in my playlist. It's in the love genre, it's a dance song, it flows pretty well into Shake It by Metro Station.
     
    We all know (or the most of us that actually watch the news when they decide to butt into celebrity lives, or were watching the Grammys) that Chris Brown got into an argument with Rhianna. I heard Rhianna and Chris got into a fight and as Chris was leaving in his Lamborghini, Rhianna had a set of keys in her hands and flung it at the driver's window, damaging the car. Chris got out and it got physical, and he caught her in the jaw or something. Chris tuned himself in to the police, Rhianna is pressing charges, and they have obviously broken up.
     
    But that's what I heard. Media tries to tell me stuff, but I ain't trying to catch much. Correct me in posts if I'm wrong *cough*LikeIcare*cough*
     
    So, I'm blaring Chris Brown's song as a make my bed (in dance) and my mom comes through the door and tells me to turn off the song that instant. I laughed immediately, because now every time I listen to any of his songs, I have that incident in the back of my head.
     
    My question is really, if (a) musician(s) of any genre, especially if they are your favorite musician(s) were to do something you considered morally wrong, would you still listen to their music.
     
    My thoughts: Yes, I would. I like the song, don't have to like the artist(s). I mean, how many great songs are made by artists in the last 60 years who haven't been sober their entire careers? Who have done things you don't consider right or is against you in some way. I mean, I'm a straightedge, but that doesn't mean that if the artist I listen to drinks or smokes or et cetera, I wouldn't listen to their song talking about love. If they mention drinking, then I can try to ignore that. Though in the Chris Brown incident, it's what he did that he wouldn't mention in a song or previous songs he made because I'm sure he doesn't get into physical fights with his partners frequently. But he hit Rhianna, and that's way out of line. But come on now, I like his music.
     
    Your thoughts? Your thoughts on my thoughts? Debate? Devil advocates por favor?
     
    ~AA
  6. Arch-Angel
    I know this girl that claims to have visions in her sleep.
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Yeah, I know.
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    YEAH, I KNOW.
     
    (I guess that fits any initial reaction)
     
    She says that she has random visions of events that are going to happen. She said she had a vision where I would walk in while she was taking her History exam so I could finish my exam. Sure enough, it happens.
     
    She had a vision of me giving her my AIM screen name (though didn't see what it was) and I did.
     
    After those events, and when we talked some more, she told me about this.
     
    Truly, I didn't believe a word of it. But more thing stuck on me like a grenade with superglue.
     
    She said the night before I told her about Bionigirl, she already knew who she was.
     
    Which was months ago.
     
    I started asking questions, chasing for answers like a dog running after a treat tied to a string. What was I wearing? Where was the location? What did I look like?
     
    I was wearing a royal blue shirt, location unknown, and I didn't look any older or much older at all than I do right now.
     
    'I wanna say this year," she said.
     
    So, after discussion after discussion later, she invites me to hang out with her and her friends (all guys. She's a tomboy) today at the Natick Collection. Longest I've ever spent in the place with this much enjoyment. Made new friends. Paul, The Chill. Ryan, The Con-Artist. Raf, her boyfriend (and fellow Brazi). Jesse, The Hippie. And this kind-of stalker guy I had to stalk for a minute to get him off our backs. Apparently a friend. I think it's Joe...? Hmm...
     
    I grabbed my Historian amigo Josh along for the party. Mall's the last place he'd be, but he seemed comfortable enough.
     
    Well, we had plenty of fun in the mall. F.Y.E., Spencer's, food court, Irish store, JCPenny's (we hung out at the recliners for like a freakin' hour in total. We came back after the food court again), Food Court (the return of the recliners!), CVS, caught Stalker Joe, and the food court again.
     
    It was five hours of having a good time. Strange right?
     
    Not a hitch.
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    HA.
     
    The entire time, in my ROYAL BLUE American Eagle shirt, in a very public place, I'm looking around, I'm glancing at every girl's face, looking for any similarities that might occur. The only chance of this is on what was believed to be A VISION. Half of me is saying, "It's crud. Don't worry about it. Have a good time, stop looking for her because she isn't there."
     
    The other part of me is saying, "That her? No. Darn... ... ... H-Nope... Ugh... Where could she be?"
     
    After my 5 hour search plus fun, Kory leaves, shrugging off that Bionigirl hasn't appeared (sigh) and I wait for my ride with Historian Josh, Paul The Chill, and Stalker Joe (who for some reason is still here).
     
    I decide, considering its been a long while, and I'm depressed beyond belief, and considering my ride's with the Historian, to leave my things with him and take the money I have left and buy a De-Caff Diet Pepsi at the D'angelo's in the food court.
     
    As I walked there, I saw this girl...
     
    Dark hair, white, punk-ish, and looks like her, got in line for MickyD's.
     
    The entire time I'm in line and D'angelo's, I am staring at her.
     
    "Is it her?"
     
    My heart was racing. I got my Diet Pepsi, and made a slow walk towards her. As I walked by, I called her name loud enough for her to hear, being only four feet away.
     
    "Karley?"
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    No response.
     
    I turn back to my direction, keeping one foot in front of the other.
     
    I sat back down, without a word to the guys and waited for Josh's dad (my ride too) to get here.
     
    I turned and saw the girl again.
     
    She wasn't the girl of my dreams. She was my false illusion.
     
    It was Satan playing tricks on me. I heart is crushed, my mind's tired from the excitement of the entire day, and I wished the Diet Pepsi had something in it to KO me, if not lethal poison.
     
    I've been off the rest of the day. My report card comes, I'm smacked in the face by summer school and three F's, I lose concentrated thought on problems I should help with (sorry Tee) and I've been increasingly swearing.
     
    Lord knows the times when I'm not swearing. When I'm engulfed with His presence, or talking to her.
     
    I've unfortunately haven't been to church...
     
    And it's been months since I've directly talked to her...
     
    DANG IT, ITS HARD TO CONTINUE, BUT I LOVE HER!
     
    And I won't give in.
     
    Not today.
     
    Not tomorrow.
     
    Not at the end of the world.
     
    ~AA
  7. Arch-Angel
    I step through the gym door and pushed him out of my way. Jeremie pretends to care. This is the part where he provokes me. After going inside the supply closet to get my racket for badminton (I know right? Of all sports) and get locked out. I struggle a bit with my friend Danny inside with me to get the door open, which Jeremie and gorilla Jack are on the other side, keeping it closed.
     
    "All right, I can wait."
     
    He opens the door.
     
    After studying Jeremie, I concurred that he's a simple-minded boy who enjoys annoying others and getting on their nerves and feeding off of it to look better. He chooses the ones he believes are 'lower' than him. He chose me. He's a fool, truly, and I long for the day he reads these words. Someday he will. Someday. He considers me his friend, but I don't. I consider him everything I told you just now.
     
    We play doubles in the game. Danny and I pair up and faced my good friend Amber and her partner (name slips my mind). Amber is a black girl from Palm Beach, here with her relatives because she's on probation. (Most of my good friends are or have been on probation. Don't judge them quickly). She's nice to me, and her attitude is mostly positive (unless we ask of things of her past) and she always makes me laugh or put a smile on my face.
     
    Right now, I think I have more female friends then male friends. The girls I'm friends with are either funny or I make them laugh. God forbid any of them wanting a relationship... more on that later...
     
    After beating them, the feeling in my heart returns. It has been with me since the morning.
     
    Play This Fire Burns by Killswitch Engage now.
     
    Danny and I are challenged by Jeremie and Jack to a doubles match.
     
    "I'm gonna actually try," Danny said to me with a smirk. He dislikes them both, though not a seeker of revenge as yours truly.
     
    "Hm. I'm just waiting for that moment."
     
    "What moment?"
     
    "You'll see."
     
    We start off strong, getting a four to zero advantage immediately. Danny's on fire. Soon enough, Jeremie and Jack start picking up momentum, though Jack being the weaker link of the pair as I am in our team. Danny played this last year, but I only learned how to play yesterday. Not that I even like it, but it gets fun if you can laugh at yourself and in a kidding manner blame the other teammate (like Danny, he laughs when I do. Gonna miss him when I become a Junior).
     
    After a bunch of screw-ups, and somehow Danny doesn't count the points (I paid attention, and we won, but that wasn't exactly the most important thing on my mind) and apparently they won after screw-ups by yours truly (which I blamed on Danny).
     
    Jeremie again, in my eyes, makes a fool of himself by running around celebrating. He's jumping around swinging his racket, and then he taps the basketball rim and comes towards me. He takes his racket and hits me in the butt.
     
    That exact moment, I grabbed his wrist and pulled him towards me as hard as I could, pushed away...
     
    BOOM!
     
    Right in the jaw goes my foot! He falls down, shocked and brain still moving around his think-headed skull. You could hear the bottom of his jaw snap with his teeth above.
     
    And you know what's the best part?
     

    » Click to show Spoiler - click again to hide... «I DIDN'T DO ANY OF THAT. 
    Yes, I played you.
     
    What happened really was right after that whack to the butt via racket I got from him, I chased him. He obviously ran, thinking its a game.
     
    I was thinking on my feet, and it could only benefit me.
     
    As he ran, I thought of the way he never took me seriously. So what to I do?
     
    Pretend like I'm going to kill him.
     
    I shout at him, letting out whatever instant aggression I can manage to show. He slows down, worried I was about to pop him in the face (which was the plan) and wanted to compromise before I did anything violent. I pushed him once he stopped too for dramatic effect.
     
    I love me.
     
    I swear at him more. My classmates look around at me and Jeremie with an 'Oh ####' look on their face. Ms. Sowa, our gym teach, comes up, yelling at us (and tells me to stop the swearing) and brings us out into the hall after I called him a disrespectful #######.
     
    I speak loudly in the hallways about the matter, and Ms. Sowa tells him:
     
    "Listen, if someone tells you to stop doing whatever it is that you're doing, then STOP."
     
    She demanded he give an apology but I wasn't about to give this up so soon.
     
    "Sorry Jon. I apologize."
     
    I take a second thinking.
     
    "And what about Jack?"
     
    "I can't say he won't do it himself."
     
    Of course he will, he's your pet.
     
    "Could you tell him?"
     
    Sowa steps in, tells us to go back in the gym and calls Jack to talk in the hallways too.
     
    Amber came up to me and hugged me and told me to calm down, all the while with a smile on her face, and tells me to give her my big Brazi smile. She's so nice and funny, I had to give one.
     
    After class, a couple of the girls asked if I calmed down yet, and I reveal that it was all play; it was either act or actually kick his face off. Not sure if they believe me. Ah well, I'll take care of that later.
     
    In the next gym where the locker room was (locker room door locked, we stand outside till a gym teacher opens it) was Jeremie and Jack sitting on the benches. Jeremie, in general, calls me a (w)ussy.
     
    He still doesn't believe I can reach his head.
     
     
     
     
     
    The ignorant fool...
     

     
    ~AA
  8. Arch-Angel
    The day has come and gone. Many things happen. The winter has made its last offical attempt to doom New England with a wintery mix (and failed), I think I got maybe a 60-70% on that vocab quiz of Act 2 of MacBeth, the BBC contenders took their campaigning to the blogs, and Omi has left the building.
     
    BZP's doing pretty well, I'd say. Peaceful, calm, a bit boring in the blogs, but hey...
     
    Then I get news that my sister is taking a bus from Minas Gerais to Sao Paulo to see our family.
     
    A bus.
     
    'Whats the big deal?'
     
    You don't know Brazil.
     
    In Brazil, the chances of being robbed on a bus are high. Same with four cars boxing in a bus and forcing it to the side of the road, where the theives proceed into the bus and steal every onuce of cash the riders, including the driver, have. Not to mention leave them with the physical, painful marks to remember them by.
     
     
    She's taking one from Minas Gerais to Sao Paulo OVERNIGHT.
     

     
    She'll probably try to get as close as she can to Santos (basically our home)
     
     
    The thought of someone hurting her...
     

     
    RRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!
     
    EDIT: Sorry. Raw emotion gets to me. I've vented a bit. I'll be fine.
     
    ~AA

  9. 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
  11. Arch-Angel
    Just so you all know, the Yin/Yang Story is meant for every emotional thought and feeling. I come here and pour my heart and soul, and it helps me in the real world. Comments made about the entry should be comments in the blog. I prefer it not to be mentioned in on AIM. On AIM, you guys see me as the playful guy shanking people, but when I click that link above and come to the Yin/Yang Story, I know what to expect; a comment on the entry I made. Bringing it up on AIM is like throwing it all back in my face. You know what I mean?
     
    Oh, and another thing.
     
    ITS PRONOUNCE ARK, NOT ARCH.
     
    ~AA
  12. Arch-Angel
    Today and yesterday couldn't have been worse in the condition of my body with this cold/fever plus sinus.
     
    Yesterday was such a mess, plus me not being able to call Barnes & Noble for the answer as to whether or not I got my job annoyed me as well because I was KO'd on my bed. My nose has been leaking like a faucet for the past 56 hours. Last night, I was up until 1:40 AM doing a history project for the sake of actually passing, and having to wake up at 5:40 AM the very same morning.
     
    Today, though, had an unhealthy atmosphere. Sure I got to talk to my friend more, but other people decide to push me to my limit. Let's start with Mr. Foley.
     
    Mr. Foley is almost stoic in his speech and expression, if not completely stoic. He's fair in just about every matter he's involved in.
     
    Today, we had second lunch, where we go to for a half hour in the two hour block and do our lunch thing. I'm in an on-again, off-again conversation with a Marine who had his stand set up in the middle of the Brazil/Puerto Rico side of the cafeteria. I talk to him somewhat, et cetera et cetera, he makes two girls down forty knee push-ups (I was going to tell him to do the elevated ones), and so I forgot that after lunch, we'd spend the remainder of the period in the Library on the other side of the school.
     
    ...Of course, I forget, make it down to the hall, and realize that I'm suppose to be in the Library. Head over there, middle of the introduction the librarian is giving for our research project (I'm researching Alcohol and the physiological affects on the human body) and we get started on our research.
     
    You know when you need to blow your nose and you rather not do it in the class because it'll sound disgusting (and you're insecure that way and hate the fact)? Well...
     
    Fifteen minutes in, I need to blow my nose because the faucet is on again. I come up to him, he obviously thinks I was going to cut class due to the fact I was late, and doesn't let me. Why come to class late by five minutes and not cut class? If you're late, might as well go all out. I explain myself as to why I was late, doesn't buy it, then he tells me that this is the only time I have to research the project because he doubts I'll do it at home (I don't blame him), and doesn't let me.
     
    I asked the librarian if I could have a tissue, and I wipe my nose, nevertheless, the faucet is still on.
     
    An hour later, English is going smoothly. My teacher talks about the research paper (trust me, this won't be the last one coming) we're doing on any topic we'd like to know more about. I'm thinking Rodney King Riots or Martin Luther King Jr. I'm leaning towards MLK.
     
    The class is in freedom of discussion and this couldn't-be-more-of-a-apathetic-little-brat (and Mr. McNeill calls her a brat openly to the class, and he's not wrong) and I get into some kind of argument.
     
    At the very end, she shoots back with, "Get a life."
     
    There isn't really any good comeback to that I can think of without shouting at her or giving her a slap to the face her parents should've gave to the spoiled girl when she was younger (maybe then she'd have SOME respect).
     
    "I had a life, "I said, "I had a girlfriend.... and then she left."
     
    "And then she left, " she says, rubbing the cold, hard fact into my soul like a wet towel of acid.
     
    I silence myself. My mind rushes with thoughts of Bionigirl and how much I miss her. I tried to ignore the pain, continually encouraging myself that someday I'll talk to her again.
     
    Love just doesn't work that way.
     
    I throw myself in deep thought to drown out the world, yet notice the watering of my eyes, ready to unleash the heavy tears inside that have built up like a dam. It hurts thinking of it right now.
     
    Karley. I miss you.
     
    Hold on, watering again...
     
    ###### its so hard to control.
     
    The bell rings, and it signals our cell gates being open and our prison freedom is granted for seventeen and a half hours.
     
    I wait outside on the steps for the bus to come, because George is usually late and the guys just stand around and talk. The usual insults, comedy, nothing we truly mean, and I talk with this freshman kid who runs his mouth too often and purposely offends. As I'm bagging on him, one of the guys on the bus, I believe his name is Bryan, starts bagging on me about me being immature. Of course I know what he means. I'm usually immature to the guys (Josh and Phil) because they can get you in that care-free comedic mood. Bryan, on the other hand, likes to start arguments and uses his fists to add his exclamation point. He provokes me happily, even saying, "Wanna fight?" which I decline, because thanks to MLK, I'm trying to avoid getting into any heated brawl. He continues his insults, his comebacks that add nothing to his argument, and smiles the entire time.
     
    Thing is, I bet he could beat me. I know I have all the motivation to take him on without question, but I'm sure he's shoot his fists faster and harder. Remember, I'm a grappler/wrestler, not a boxer.
     
    I sit at the front of the bus, away from him. The seats wouldn't provide enough room to fight him if one did occur, so I avoided him. I talk with George and me and this other girl Sam talk about our 'Back in da day' time, meaning the 90s. It started with a Magic School Bus reference, and went on from there.
     
    I just had some chicken soup, taking a break from writing in this entry. Feel much better.
     
    Thursday is looking good now. Hopefully it will.
     
    ~AA
  13. Arch-Angel
    We're in Manhattan, New York City. The air is cold, the snow hasn't fell, and Christmas was going on with or without the traditional weather. The Bar and Grill was packed. The warm air, the fake wood settings, the music in the background no one is listening to, and not to mention the food is great.
     
    My mom, sister, and I sit next to the entrance, next to many people we don't know but hey, its Christmas.
     
    Some of my friends are around, but only the ones I barely talk to. Juan just walked out of the bathroom, Steph is on the other side of the restaurant eating with her family. Judging by the big smile on her face, she's having a good time.
     
    I then see him at the table next to hers, alone, looking at me.
     
    Ignoring it was hard, but I tried my best. He was the last person I wanted to see on Christmas.
     
    He comes behind my mom, surprising her, and pulls up a chair. He starts talking like nothing happened. My mom and sister are without facial expression. The words coming out of his mouth were amazing. Amazing in a way that he's actually got the guts to say it.
     
    "Dad, if you don't leave now, I'm going beat the #### out of you."
     
    "You can't do that!" He laughs, "I'm your dad! You couldn't hurt me!"
     
    I get up from my seat, pushing the table in front of me.
     
    "You want to go, #####? Huh? I'll kick your ### right now!"
     
    He looks surprised, almost like he didn't understand.
     
    I stand on my seat, jump over my mom who's blocking my way out and I ask the question again. He gets up and tries to leave through the door. I kick him between the legs unsuccessfully and then reach my arm around and punch him in the privates. He stops, absorbing the pain and backs into the side of the door with hinges. The effect of the shot was still there, and I took advantage. I punched the right side of his face. Felt like I did nothing. I did it again. Nothing. Again and again, I continued it, letting out every ounce of hate I had to him for that night. Two years I've been waiting to do this, and I finally got him.
     
    I stopped, and he goes to the door instantly and disappears in the darkness of the night.
     
     
     
    The Explorer rode down Manhattan like all the other cars, peaceful and causally. Sure, there wasn't any snow, but no one was openly complaining.
     
    The flashing lights on the other lane instantly told me the story.
     
    My mom finds a bridge connecting to the other side, and I already know what happened. The police grab me and push me to the side of a building and interrogate me, somehow knowing who I was. I answer their questions, and I'm let go.
     
    The next day, during breakfast in our hotel room, I asked how dad was after the accident last night. Sis told me why he was drinking. He was drunk because he thought the only person in the world the still loved him now hated him. Mom told me he purposely drove into the other car, in an attempt at suicide. He succeeded.
     
    I go outside the hotel building and start screaming in sadness. It was my fault. All of it.
     
    I go on my sister's laptop, head onto BZP. My blog has changed. Somehow my account was hacked and a noob was having a field day humiliating me.
     
    Go on AIM, IM Kex, ask him to tell B6 to ban me.
     
    I log off, and never sign on again.
     
    I woke up. It was 1 PM. My mind was rushing.
     
    Did it happen?
     
    I spent the next five minutes on the bed, still thinking.
     
    It felt all real.
     
    My mom beeps her car outside, and I move the shades, window being right next to my bed.
     
    I go downstairs, open the lobby door for her, and she's a little angry I was still sleeping.
     
    We go into the apartment, I give her the story in short terms, and I cry.
     
    I cried, and cried and cried. I killed my dad in a dream, on Christmas 2008. I had my head on her shoulder as she hugged me tight, continuing to tell me it was only a dream.
     
    I felt like I did it. Was it just thoughts in my head or desires of my heart?
     
    I have yet to crack a smile today. I don't think I want to.
     
    I can't look my mom in the eye for some reason. Am I ashamed to do so? I don't think I can look at anyone's face right now. I just can't.
     
    ~AA
  15. Arch-Angel
    The last two hours were painful. Ever since last night when my sister told me all the things my dad says to people trying to defend himself, like he wasn't the bad guy in this divorce, I've been pent up in extreme anger. You know that, Lord.
     
    I tried calling Phil, but he was busy at an amusement park and was sore last night, so I didn't have a friend to talk to. I don't know why I didn't turn to You first.
     
    It started when after I got breakfast at Dunkin' Donuts, still reluctant to work with dad, I got inside his van with him waiting, and then he started talking about how I should be responsible about my work and waking up earlier because we can't get at the building at 10 AM, it'll take the job to do much longer than needed. I'm a man now and should be more responsible.
     
    That's where I snapped.
     
    I turned to him, with glaring eyes and told him he had no idea how angry I was at him. He's been telling people and my mom that she was the biggest mistake of his life. If that's the case, I'm a mistake. He never wanted me in the first place, I told him. He told me to give him my phone, and he used it to call my mom and he started yelling at her. At the same time, I was yelling at him. He nearly crashes the van turning around to get on the other lane to bring me back home. He tells me I don't know what he's been through, and I come back with just the same. He says I'm still a kid, and I tell him he just called me a man ten minutes ago. I scoff at his 'responsible' talk between.
     
    Through the yelling, he got fed up with me and dropped me off at the Mobil gas station, a little over a quarter mile to my apartment complex and I leave the van and he continues yelling on my, now his, phone. I shouted to him that my father died a year and a half ago, and I have lived without a father than one like him, then I shut the door.
     
    I continued crying as I went down the sidewalk, my apartment complex on the other side 1000 or so feet ahead of me. Mom picked me up at that moment, still on the phone with dad, who was still yelling. Under her sunglasses, you knew there were tears, and you could still tell with the way her voice was cracking to hold back the weeping. She explained over and over to him again why I was like this, saying I held in all these emotions for almost two years. After she finally got off the phone, she and I hugged and cried. I told her again and again that I was sorry. She told me last night that it wasn't important, that I shouldn't have thought about it, but I couldn't do it. I couldn't stand in his presence for more than fifteen minutes.
     
    She explained to me that dad loves me, and my sister, and her, then she corrected herself on the last part. She said to cool down and to pray to You, Lord. Thought I could get more out through typing than thinking, gets words out easier. Please, bring me peace. I hate having hate in my heart, especially since I know I love him and so desperately want to hate him. Why can't I forgive him like You have forgiven me? I thought I did. I thought I did many times, but the past is shown too many times in my face. This apartment, I live in this because of him. No social friends to hang with everyday, because I had to move. I'm staying back a grade because I transferred into the wrong classes thanks to a confused guidance counselor because I moved here.
     
    I have no peace when it comes to him.
     
    Lord, please... heal this wounded heart.
     
    Amen.
     
    ~AA
  16. Arch-Angel

    Two Zero Zero Nine

    By Arch-Angel,

    Well, it being the time of year, I feel like owe it to you guys to tell you that I still remember this blog, your blogs, this site, and how my life ranconcurrently with the blog entries.
     
    Guess you can say I'm coming home.
     
    It's been busy. I've moved from my last town, Framingham, to the town next to it, Ashland.
     
    Finances finally caught up with us, and now I'm roomates with my amigo Thiago, whom I've known literally since his birth (I was sleeping in the waiting room with mommy holding me while he was busy getting out of the stork's bag, you can say) with my mom and sister renting rooms in his parent's house, which is close to the Framingham/Ashland line.
     
    Have to say, living like this is tiring and at the same time, all the freedom in the world. Let's run through a daily rountine.
     
    6-7 AM- Wake up, shower and all that jazz, BOUNCE.
     
    7-8 AM- Try to make to school on time, stay there until it gets out at 2 PM.
     
    2-??? PM- Hang out after school, rehearsal for school play, if no school play- hang with amigos until probably 5.
     
    ???-??? PM- Find a friend's house to stay at or (a) friend(s) to hang out with, wait for a ride home or get a ride home from a friend.
     
    Whatever-time-I-get-home - when-I-sleep PM(or AM)- Do homework.
     
    The majority of each day since moving here back in mid-October is spent outside of the house. A blessing and a curse, really. Relaxing doesn't usually fit in here.
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    Around October, I got myself a girlfriend. See if I can wash away any lingering thoughts of the previous relationship. Unfortunately, even after a year, I couldn't feel actual feelings for her. And she saw that.
     
    We broke up, no tragedy.
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    I'm still a part of the Drama Company, and working for it is harder then ever now. Since we were invited to join and perform at the World's biggest theater Festival in Edinborough, The Fringe, we're trying to pull off something no one else is really crazy enough to do.
     
    Send 75 people across the Atlantic.
     
    You see, when you add up everything needed for such a trip (two weeks in a hotel, airfare, food, the works), it's price-y.
     
    Like 5000 dollars kinda price-y.
     
    So, what's a guy gotta do to get there?
     
    Labor.
     
    I worked the summer with my dad again, saving up 1800 dollars, all of which is already invested into the payments for the Fringe. The head of the Drama Company, Donna, is helping out with the payments as well, and told me to worry about fundraising and I'll be doing my part.
     
    So, after continuingly busting my butt, I can say Donna was pretty happy to hear my name pop up so much at the last Scotland meeting. After raising 400 dollars in a UNOs fundraiser, getting a 300 dollars donation from a woman who wanted her yard raked (Big yard + Landscaper-for-a-dad Experience = Me) and dubbed me hardest worker, assisting an eBay fundraiser (ON-GOING)and a Papa Ginos fundraiser(this Wednesday), most of the parents who attended the meeting said I deserved a break.
     
    Well, it was fun...
     
    ...think I'll do some more.
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    I miss you guys.
     
    ~AA
  17. 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.
     

     
    Song of the Day 52, people.
     

     
    Don't Fear The Reaper by Blue Oyster Cult
     
    ~AA
  18. Arch-Angel
    I've had such a crazy day! OMGosh you would not believe!
     
    ...Alright, I'm kidding.
     
    This morning I was glad to the morning routine with some conscience of what I was doing. Hopped on the bus, with George finally back from his vacation to Florida, and head to my educational prison =D
     
    Biology... Oh, Biology...
     
    Sheep hearts would seem so much more in use if they were keeping the sheep alive, but alas, my education requires having a split open heart and observing the ventricles, arteries, atriums...
     
    Oh joy.
     
    In Transportation Tech, we are making rockets. >=D With our own design too. So I'm making my own kind of wings, some modifications, et cetera. Unfortunately I can't add more than one engine in it. Well, we all have our intentions...
     
    Lifetime Activities provided some fun with softball...
     
    Health was quite pathetic.
     
    We are now on abusive relationships. We watch these videos of scenarios where teen relationships have gone abusive with all the following: Physical, Verbal, Mental, and Emotional.
     
    The acting on most of them was HORRIBLE. And the scenarios themselves just had Big Josh right next to me saying, 'These guys gone no game.' Which is completely true.
     
    (Then again, most of you don't either *dis!*)
     
    I finally went to lunch after such boredom requires an amount of food in mai bellie. Thats when I was told my friend Ziggy is suspended because two days ago he brawled with a guy named Armando (who actually sold me his Sony Noise-Canceling Headphones which I'm wearing right now listening to music. Armando was getting a bit too close with his girl who are having a lot of complications, but obviously still love each other. Its a long story... plus somewhat legal trial.
     
    Well, Ziggy missed Craps in Geometry yesterday! Craps is a casino dice game, and yes, you do gamble. Wiki.
     
    Craps took place yesterday. And by the way, I rock at Craps! I took my chips off 9 before the die rolled 7! People hated my luck in Craps! There was one point where I went, 'I feel a disturbance in the Force' and Oscar said, 'Me too' and wouldn't you know it?
     
    A 7!
     
    WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
     
    My classmate Jimmy is the guy you see in movies who loses his entire bank account through gambling. He put everything down on a number and lost everything. He asked people to donate to the 'Jimmy Fund' and when he accidentally dropped his only chip (which he won later) he screamed and asked someone to pick up his house.
     
    XD
     
    I love craps. But only for fun.
     
    DON'T GAMBLE.
     
    Well, missing school tomorrow, but unfortunately I must rest my tortured body (long embarrassing story) on the mattress.
     
    Long time since I made an entry huh? And its not my ordinary format of a blog entry either... hm...
     
    ~AA
  19. Arch-Angel
    Today, I actually have many things to do.
     
    I know, right? I'm not trapped in my apartment today.
     
    I'm going to go to church in a few minutes as my ride comes by. He and I are going to the church in my hometown (we are members after all) and he's bringing his daughter with him. It'll be the first time I meet the little eight-year-old. She's gone through plenty in her life already.
     
    Think about how phychologically messed up this girl will be if her life takes too many turns now.
     
    1. Her parents are divorced. Its not uncommon, but still...
     
    2. They both have different beliefs. Her dad is a Born-again Christian, her mother is a Jehovah's Witness. Her father (my ride) is now bringing her to church. I don't really ask about the mother.
     
    3. She has Leukemia, but it was caught early on. She's on chemo, though I don't know if that has already passed.
     
    Truly, I think any of you out there praying for me, should instead pray for this little girl. Her name is Sarah, please remember that name.
     
     
     
     
     
    Due to the rules of this forum, I cannot have any images, discussions, or so much as a Bible verse for today.
     
    But still.
     

     
    What does this buck-tooth moron have anything to do with the resurrection of Jesus Christ?
     
    This holiday needs a makeover.
     
    From now on, its will be known as...
     
    Big Ups For Jesus Day!!
     
    ~AA

  20. Arch-Angel
    ...And ended up with nor'easter last night. And the Plows had enough time over the night to get rid of the chances for a snow day.
     

     
    ...So I wake up late today to purposely miss the bus, but mi madre had other plans. I missed my first two periods of History and Biology, and have only a Study, Spanish 2 (which I'm not even suppose to be in), and Geometry. Geometry was enough for my mom to get me there at 10 AM for those three classes.
     
    Would've started a poem but my teacher suggested I do some work with a partner.
     
    Longest hour (and a half?) of my Friday life.
     
    In other news, I saw a Saturn SL buried in snow and instantly reminded me of Omi. I actually considered cleaning it up for some cash... or proto. (JK )
     
    I'M ON TV, BOI!
     
    On ECW (Extreme Championship Wrestling), I snuck my way to get in the seats in front of the camera. You see my poster going up, down, all around as I try to get it on Live TV. The Poster says "BIG DADDY V HAVE YOU CALLED JENNY YET???" If you want to see me look like a fool on world television, get up to 5 minutes and 44 seconds, thats 5:44, on the video where my poster starts showing up throughout the match. After the match, I'm gone, but if you want to see a cocky, arrogant wrestler do a monkey flip thanks to Redneck Asian, get to the 24:07, that 24 minutes and 7 seconds, for an amazing monkey flip.
     
    The Show

    Big Daddy V
     

     
    Song of the Day coming as soon as I choose between these two songs...
     

  21. Arch-Angel
    Today has started well. Right now I'm on my homeroom teacher's laptop and everyone is turning in their 'Catcher in the Rye' essays and and books (she's an English Teacher) and its become a mess she's trying to order out.
     
    Hi Shanna!
     
    Ah, this is a fun conversation between her and Ms. Darcy.
     
    Having a Crunch Bar for breakfast. Would be more enjoyable if Pat wasn't groaning about his broken leg plus torn ligament.
     
    Ms. Darcy, do you have something to say?
     
    I am glad to be back.
     
    She was gone for a while.
     
    Well, later I'll edit this and bump it about my day. Good so far, but with English in the end, could end horribly. Ah well, I'll enjoy it while it lasts.
     
    After homeroom, I went to Biology to learn more about the human digestive system.
     
    What fun.
     
    Transportation Tech... just... no...
     
    Lifetime activities on the other hand... 8D
     
    We convinced the teach to join up with another class and play something like 'Medic' (dunno if you ever heard of it, but I'll explain if asked) but...
     
    We decide to go outside to the turf field to play 'Capture the Football'. Yes, it is 'Capture the Flag'.
     
    I take the first dive into enemy territory, and of course I'm not only tagged but taken down by the leg BECAUSE SOMEONE DECIDED MY SHINS LOOKED LIKE AN UNPAINFUL PLACE TO ATTACK.
     
    So I grab the guy and make him my crutch as I limp to the jail.
     
    I get back in the game, et cetera, et cetera, we lose because we're the cool kids and they actually tried to have fun (if you know you're gonna fail at having fun, might as well talk to your girlfriends <<) and they made everyone do some number of push-ups. 5 if you thought you did everything to could in this game, 10 if you thought you could've done more, 20 if you stood around without a care in world/game.
     
    I did 5, called it a day period.
     
    Health class, the usual talking, and I think I might've done well on the quiz... hmm...
     
    Oh, and Mozilla Fox of Fire is telling me 'might've' isn't a word.
     
    As we say in Boston, especially to the Yanks...
     
    Removed- Nukora
     
    Just kidding, I put that there. Probably don't even have the right color...
     
    English gladly flew by like a sparrow on drugs, and I said loudly, proudly, and obnoxiously...
     
    Free at last, free at last! Thank God Almighty, we're free at last!
     
    And your friendly neighborhood American Eagle + Hollister wearing prep who hates stereotypes (grills Nukora and the rest of you) left the building (through the side entrance as usual) and proudly took in the...
     
    SPRING BREAK
     
    The day took its time. I come home, chill on my butt in front of the computer wasting life... took a body-forced afternoon nap (hate them too, so uncomfortable) and went out with dad to take full advantage of watching 'The Forbidden Kingdom'.
     
    7.1 out of 10. It wasn't great, but it was funny...
     
    Though in the Jackie vs. Jet scene I couldn't help but notice the amount of openings I would've taken and counters... Professional wrestling will do that to you.
     
    Went to Uno's, filled me up, came here, got yelled at by Robo switch I yelled back and defeated him with the 'You started it!' finisher!
     
    Saw half of 'Gone Baby Gone' with the talkative, constantly ruining the vibe the movie tries to set in mother of mine and sister who gets confused as often as my mom. Had to explain everything to them.
     
    Oh, and 'The Forbidden Kingdom' depicts South Boston in a funny matter. The bully dude was technically a greaser.
     

     
    You want to know the REAL Boston?
     

     
    Bottom line. Done.
     
    Well, I have a Song of the Day, but I'll save it for tomorrow.
     
    Also, expect tomorrow to be with much sorrow. Another memorial.
     
    ~AA
  22. Arch-Angel
    Got to say, My Chemical Romance rules my playlist on my mp3 right now. Most songs from one band, topping Breaking Benjamin, Simple Plan, 2Pac, Boys Like Girls, and LostProphets.
     
    Total of six songs...
     
    I might as well buy one of the albums...
     
    Back to the actual entry.
     
    Woke up at 7 AM this morning to attend my new church. Trying to get the whole groove of it because it's much different than the small church I had back in my old town. In my old town, we went to multiple passages in the Bible to understand the sermon. In my new church, not so much. Maybe five verses, an example in real life and the point is made. Though today I tried meeting the youth group today, though I actually ended up in I believe she said the smallest class, and the youth co-pastor(I'm guessing) wasn't doing too good. A for effort, F for everything else.
     
    Especially when she said something that completely contradicted what was said in the Bible. ><
     
    Whoa boy...
     
    After church, we (I go to the church with my friend Thiago and his family instead of mine) go to his brother Diego's apartment complex for a cookout and pool. My apartment building had construction on our pool, so I dunno if it's open now or what...
     
    So, like an genius I am, I eat sausages, beef and some pork with rice, plus seconds. And home-made ice cream.
     
    Though before then, I had some of their rice cakes... Not bad... healthy... something to munch on... Be gone in two days, but still... Gotta get my hand on those things.
     
    I go to the pool after an hour and a half after eating (Exploding cops in GTA IV is worth the wait) and do three backflips/Sentons/Swantons, race Thiago a bit (he sucks XD) and call it a day.
     
    Long story short, go home, get ready, go to the gym to begin the first day of my Summer Marathon.
     
    My gosh, I was sweating buckets.
     
    Never have I ran a mile on a treadmill and had sweat going down my forehead! I'm in worse shape than I thought!
     
    Well, thats gonna change, now isn't it?
     
    I'm going to continue my diet and exercise, at least try and remember what kind of commitment I'm trying to set here. I guess I'll take this as the one sweets day ~BD~ talked about.
     
    Oh, and one last thing:
     
    *shank* is my thing! No one *shanks* but me!
     
    ...please?
     
    ~AA
  23. Arch-Angel
    The past six days have been...
     
    average?
     
    I basically did what is what seems to be a peaceful routine. Go to school, talk to friends, have conversations going through multiple topics, and a skill to be able separate the wise from the false prophets.
     
    The wise will know what to say and with meaning.
     
    The false prophets are those filled with knowledge. The only catch being they have an opinion or observation on it.
     
    Like Mr. McNeill.
     
    Speaking of the man, let me show you my conclusion as to being taught by him for well over one hundred days.
     
    HOW TO BE A BAD TEACHER:
     
    React on emotion.
     
    Well someone ticks off Mr. MacbethMcNeill, he will make them either submit under their own will when they don't know enough English or when they do, leave the class.
     
    Thats not bad, thats just regular teacher justice. If I had it my way, I'd give the ol' fashion Latina mama butt-whoopin', and I know what those felt like. Those told you "Yo no carro again!"
     
    Instead, he turns to the class and says "Congratulations, _________ has just bought you all an essay. I want an essay in MLA format, rough draft, final draft typed and double spaced, due this _______."
     
    I chuckle in disbelief.
     
    You shouldn't do that to your class. I don't care if you have the right or power, you piece of ####, you're reacting upon emotion. Thats stupidity. You aren't doing your job, you just want the rest of us to suffer from one person's disagreement with you.
     
    Another thing.
     
    Two weeks ago, he gave us a grammar packet. Each night, the homework would be to do whatever he assigned us to do. I didn't do it, of course, not in retaliation but I've bombed English 10 like Hiroshima. I could have done all my homework for this term, aced the final perfectly... and he would still have trouble deciding whether or not he'd recommend me for summer school. The F's of the past mark you like scars, people, don't forget that in High School all you middle school graduates.
     
    What he did, because he felt so right doing so, was have the class take a quiz...
     
    Together...
     
    He had us seated at our desks (he lets me sit on the comfy chairs he has because he still thinks I have a pilonidal cyst described here. Thats right, I'm not embarrassed by it anymore) and goes randomly from student to student asking them to define terms that would seem so simple if he didn't want the answer to be 100 per-freakin'-cent correct.
     
    "What is an adverb Catarina?"
     
    "An adverb... um..."
     
    "No um's, minus one."
     
    "What?"
     
    "Go on! Answer the question!"
     
    "Um..."
     
    "Catarina..."
     
    "An adverb is-"
     
    "Minus ten points."
     
    "What?!"
     
    "You were suppose to say 'An adverb modifies an adjective, a verb, or another adverb. Pat! Come on, moron! (<-calls Pat that regularly. Pat doesn't mine I believe) For half-credit, what is an adverb?"
     
    So on and so forth.
     
    But the biggest catch to this?
     
    He took it off the percentage of our last grade. Say someone go a one hundred on their last grade and that was the only thing keeping them passing for the year. We went down 70 percent.
     
    So that assignment was at a 30. Which is an F.
     
    With what he was doing, I was building up a storm inside, ready to let out an argument enough to shut him down like a five-star restaurant with rats. What did I care? I'm failing this class worse than anyone else, so why not?
     
    I refrained to do so because he would've taken points off for the rest of the class, who have worked hard for their grade. Two people were already failing at this point.
     
    Otherwise, Mr. McNeill is just another guy with a lot of knowledge and an opinion on it. Plus, he can keep up a good conversation.
     
    ~AA
  24. Arch-Angel

    Deadly Soda...?

    By Arch-Angel,

    As you should all know, I drink Diet Pepsi. I love it. LOVE IT.
     
    But is it healthy?
     

     
    List of Diet Sodas with aspartame:
     

     
    That seems to be the my problem.
     
    And orginal Pepsi gives me weight I can't afford to have (Wrestling Coch says to stay with at least 5 pounds at most away from Weight Class, I measured 220 today. Before 215) so what CAN I HAVE?!
     
    Please comment! Not trying to get comments for the heck of it, I MEAN it!
     

     
     
  25. Arch-Angel

    Quick! Important!

    By Arch-Angel,

    I'm writing an essay on Macbeth. The teacher asked to also note every simple sentence in our essay.
     
    Someone find the definitions of simple, compound, and complex, and hurry! I haven't much time, as its due tomorrow!
     
    ~AA
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