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  2. 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
  3. Arch-Angel

    Song Of The Day 75

    By 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.
     

     
    One of the coolest, yet somehow peaceful sounding songs I've heard from a remix DJ(?). The lyrics have been questioned as to accuracy, since because of the high and low notes used it the super use of auto-tune, it's really hard to understand the lyrics.
     
    Regardless.
     
    ArchAngel by Burial
     
    ~AA
  5. 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.
     
    I left BZP and my blog for a while. I needed some time. Time to live by myself in the world and to take in all the change.
     
    There was a lot of change.
     
    Homecoming by Green Day.
     
    ~AA
  6. Arch-Angel

    Yearning For Rest

    By Arch-Angel,

    I hate Novembers.
     
    Currently, I'm exhausted.
     
    Two and a half weeks ago, I started my job at KB Toys in the Natick Collection as a sales associate. I've learned a lot on the job, and I think I've finally become a decent employee (because I ain't fired yet ). It's a holiday store (AKA seasonal store) and will close down sometime in January.
     
    Last Tuesday, I auditioned for a part for the play "Bocón" for the Spring Festival. Spring Festival is quite a big deal, considering it's basically the Oscars for drama companies around the county. I play a major role as Luis (pronounced lu-weez), the father of the main character Miguel. Rehearsal starts Monday, so I'm gonna have to work hard on this (even if the play is four months away). Hopefully my job won't get in the way of rehearsal in the beginning, I want to make a good impression on our director, Donna. From what I hear, she's tough as nails on plays and ain't afraid to yell.
     
    My sleeping is being really sketchy in the past week. Sleeping in class is becoming all too common, and history class is a hostile place for nap-time because my two friends aren't afraid to fart in my face, pour some water in my hair, et cetera, as I drool on my desk. Health class on the other hand is not hostile, but I shouldn't be sleeping in there at all. >_<
     
    My poetry is taking off. I've made a few songs, a couple rhymes, and story ideas (or scenarios) in my head. My creative side is leaking once again, and I'm creating alter-egos of myself where I could be infatuated with a blue-eyed beauty or some other thing.
     
    After working 15 hours in the past 36, I'm pooped. I've down two Pepsi's, a plate of thanksgiving leftovers, and an apple, and I'm still hungry when I shouldn't be. Consider the 15 hours being of standing up, climbing ladders, reaching high shelves, greeting people and handing out flyers of KB Toys's "BIGGEST SALE EVA" and faking a smile, plus being humiliated by many friends of mine. Oh yeah, a toy store has benefits, like 30 percent off anything you buy... but I'm sixteen years old and haven't gotten my first bloody paycheck, I ain't buyin' no dang toy.
     
    If I get asked if we carry Bakugan again, I'm shoving a Barbie down a customers throat and running myself over with twenty six RC cars.
     
    Truly, I want my first paycheck so I can get a Zune 120 GB mp3 player. No, I don't want no iPhone, iTouch, nothing of Apple. I hate iTunes, hate Windows Media Player (it isn't technical enough), and I <3 Zune Software.
     
     
     
     
    Sigh...
     
     
     
     
    ###### it all...
     
     
     
    It just midnight,
    and the lights are still on,
    I can't get myself to rest,
    I feel wore out,
    I'm covered in doubt,
    and I just want someone to hold...
     
    Oh Lord, can help me find,
    Someone to hold, give me a sign,
    a girl to love who'll truly be mine,
    who'll let our love live,
    'til to the end of time
     
    I see all around me,
    A hundred girls like me,
    But none of them are ever all true...
     
    I pray every day,
    Someone'll come my way,
    and I'll never again have these words to say...
     
    Oh Lord, can help me find,
    Someone to hold, give me a sign,
    a girl to love who'll truly be mine,
    who'll let our love live,
    'til to the end of time
     
    Gotta keep keep looking,
    Try to find,
    The love of my life,
    Can't give up...
     
    Oh Lord, can help me find,
    Someone to hold, give me a sign,
    a girl to love who'll truly be mine,
    who'll let our love live,
    'til to the end of time
     
    Oh Lord, can help me find,
    Someone to hold, give me a sign,
    a girl to love who'll truly be mine,
    who'll let our love live,
    'til to the end of time
     
    Oh Lord, can help me find,
    Someone to hold, give me a sign,
    a girl to love who'll truly be mine,
    who'll let our love live,
    'til to the end of time
     
     
     
     
     
     
    ~AA
  7. Arch-Angel

    Song Of The Day 68

    By 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.
     
    This one goes out to Christmas (Sorry my Jewish friends, I ain't sayin' The Holidays mostly because the majority don't care, and to my hardcore atheist friends... hope you had a nice day ) because the song has been running through my head even after the 25th. I love it, and I love the band even more for singing it.
     
    Sleigh Ride by Relient K
     
    ~AA
  8. Arch-Angel

    Awkward Heart Attack

    By Arch-Angel,

    Anyone else notice the Relient K and My Chemical Romance are exact opposites?
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    There's this girl I see often. Cute redhead, her name is Kat. She quite gorgeous, and was in my health class last year. I never talked to her for two reasons. At the time, I was in a relationship with Bionigirl, and the second was that she had her boyfriend Jack at her side 99 percent of the time, so I didn't bother so much as talking to her. Though I thought of her from time to time, wracked with worry as to what made her leave class crying in tears and Jack with a solemn expression. They didn't seem to break up, still sitting next to each other in health class. It was strange.
     
    This semester of school, I saw Jack at her side once, and that was the very beginning of school. I haven't seen them together since. I don't know if she's going out with anyone currently, considering it's become a thing where we simply say hi to each other in the hallways. I have no classes with her, and only cross paths with her once every other day.
     
    Nearly every boy around me talks about nothing except girls and hooking up with them simply because they're hot. I simply want nothing but a relationship with a girl I couldn't figure out. That's what attracts me to a girl, a girl I can't figure out. Quiet girls get me like that, smart girls get me like that, girls that actually bother giving their honest opinion after thought get me like that. Considering I never had an actual conversation with Kat, I don't know honestly truly know her, and to think the possibility of her having any personality I'm attracted to doesn't help my romantic side.
     
    Why can't I settle with loneliness? My lust is nothing but an annoyance- no, a curse.
     
    My romance? Well, it's a beaten path I don't want to go down. I still struggle with it, more than lust. I am a hopeless romantic, yes, but I never show it. I could only show a girl how romantic I'd be if I were in a relationship with them, but how do I show anyone at all otherwise (without looking like a fool)?
     
    Maybe I should learn to play the guitar, write songs, play once in a while. Written poetry is corny and unattractive, music is great. How many times have I heard a girl see my friend Sean with a guitar and talk about how it attractive it is? Not a bad idea.
     
    But at the same time, as much as I want a relationship, I want no feeling for a relationship. I've become a loner. People ask me what I am to put me into a category. I was asked at lunch by a girl walking up to me what I was. Clearly I was confused at first, but they explained that I wore preppy clothes but never socialize at lunch, I talk without any care of what others around me might think (the arrogant ######## ), but can still not come off like a horrible person, and I stay well kept (shaved face aside from common five o'clock shadow, washed hair, wear different clothing daily) and I read Twilight. I'm not a scrub apparently, but not a prep. I've lived in the ghetto, but I'm no G. Otherwise everyone sees me as just weird, but still can't categorize me.
     
    I must be aggravating.
     
    I guess the next time someone asks me what I am, I'll say Edward Cullen. Simply to come off as a smart###.
     
    ~AA
  9. 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.
     
    I always liked this song from the beginning, because I remember this feeling so well.
     
    From the new album of Green Day's 21st Century Breakdown:
     
    Last Night On Earth by Green Day.
     
    ~AA
  10. Arch-Angel

    Twists Of Fates

    By Arch-Angel,

    Two nights ago, around 1 AM, I listened to Dusk and Summer by Dashboard Confessional, and I decided the only way I was going to sleep is if I write a poem.
     
    This goes out to anyone who's lost the person they cared for, the person that made them breath in happiness and breath out all the pain, the person they loved.
     
     
     

    She kissed your lips,
    And she hugged you tight,
    She ran her fingers through your hair,
    And whispered, '"It will be right."
     
    She meant some day,
    You'll be together,
    The months will come and go,
    But you won't wait forever.
     
    That plane took off,
    Your heart went with it,
    You kept her words like a treasure,
    That no gold or silver could ever measure.
     
    You got her letters,
    She missed you dearly,
    Even in the cold winter days,
    Her love for you never went weary.
     
    You seen other girls,
    All different types,
    But you never faltered,
    In each lonely night.
     
    It was nearly a year,
    And not a word since September,
    Then you got the news,
    It happened the seventeenth of November.
     
    It's easy to die,
    When you don't have to stay,
    To watch him weep,
    Because you passed away.
     
    He leaves you a rose every year,
    At the place of your first kiss,
    You both were nervous that day,
    And your lips nearly missed.
     
    That day you promised,
    When you both were dead,
    You'd stay not on Earth,
    But in Heaven instead.
     
    And he grew old,
    Through the sands of time,
    So he could whisper in your ear,
    "I am yours, and you are mine."
     
    And you got married,
    At the Pearly Gates,
    Jesus told you two,
    "It was written in your Fates."
  11. Arch-Angel
    Whoa.
     
    What a ride.
     
    Let's start with my birthday.
     
    December 19th, 2008-
     
    I overslept on an early release. A Friday of all days. 11 AM the school got out, and of course, that's the time I woke up. The day was spent. I stayed online, receiving more 'happy birthday' messages then I ever had (and thank you) but with the snow storm that went along roaring throughout the day, any plan I had was immediately canceled. Including seeing my dad.
     
    My mom was pushing me the entire week beforehand, stressing the point more each day. I didn't want to see my dad. Not at all.
     
    My sister scoffed at me and accused me still being angry at him. The anger him left quite a while ago. My only problem...
     
    I said a lot of bad things the last time I saw him, and I felt guilty...
     
    My mom kept proposing me to go out to dinner with him to the point where she made it a command that I go out to dinner with him on my birthday. He had the time. He wasn't working much at all considering that week he hurt his back muscle again, a muscle he "pulled" (likely much worse considering it came back to haunt him last year) when he was 17, working on bringing in delivery boxes back in Brazil. But with a freshly hurt back and the storm ripping New England apart, the dinner was backed down.
     
    Still not sure if that was a good thing or bad thing.
     
    Best part about it, he had my birthday present my mom was getting me. With my mom's finical struggle with her going on this new diet she got from a professional fitness instructor, money went down the tube.The annoyance of it all, including being in an apartment with a mother and sister willing to force me into this, left me in a sour mood. I was being smart (in a negative way). I talked back at the quickest whim once my sister spoke and I became easily frustrated with them as they discussed my lost money of my first paycheck from KB Toys (which many of you probably know, is going to burn in #### with it's bankruptcy) because payroll forgot to pay me a week and a half's pay. I spent the night on BZPower, trying to enjoy myself, but also completely aware I was turning into a completely arrogant person. I was angry at myself, yet people around me were celebrating my birth into this world. Every moment was bittersweet, for every good thing, there was a bad.
     
    I hate my birthday.
     
    December 20th, 2008-
     
    Snow.
     
    BZPower.
     
    A couple belated birthdays.
     
    Frustrated.
     
    There's this girl in drama company... Rachael.
     
    Yeah, you know half the story.
     
    Problem is, this girl isn't nice...
     
    At all.
     
    She comes off as rude, but is really a nice person at heart. I talk to her about my troubles from time to time, and she's there to comfort me, even make me laugh. Even better, she's beautiful. Very attractive, and I love watching her have fun with her friends, spontanously singing a broadway song with them, considering she hasn't listened to a thing on the radio since Lord knows when. She's made enemies, made friends, and I got to admit, first time I met her, we didn't exactly kick it off as amigos. I guess meeting new people isn't really her thing, but hey. It wasn't until I talked to her on AIM did we start becoming friends, and we teased each other with insults (her nickname: cut-throat [witch]) but it's all in the name of fun.
     
    My problems on Saturday was really because I was coping with my feelings for her. Did I like her? If I did, what was I gonna do about them? What attracted me to her, when she had such a negative atmosphere? What killed me was the thought of not having her. I knew what she wanted in a guy, obviously (she told me ). A musician with an english accent, or to sum it up: Jim Sturgess. Of course, I know there's no way I can become our handsome actor from Across The Universe, so it itched me intently.
     
    No, I won't bother asking her out, I know the answer. Screw your confidence speeches, it's useless.
     
    December 21th, 2008-
     
    The first day of winter, and the first thing that happens is we get slapped with another snowstorm. What else could one do but stay home and wonder if there would be a snowday?
     
    Cabin Fever was spreading broadly. Snowed in, with enough money to buy Christmas presents, but no way out of the vile prison of your... home.
     
    December 22nd, 2008-
     
    This day was nothing but work, but in a different fashion. The Drama Company was holding a Secret Snowman Party (Snowman 'cause of that whole Merry Christmas/Happy Holiday thing, the fatty in the red suit was given DA BOOT) after school. The party was happy. No music, table o' brownies (with no bloody milk or Pepsi D=<), and the usual circles of talk people form subconsciously. I, using my new cellphone, called my mom and asked her to bring the gift I accidentally left home that morning. After missing 30 minutes of the party waiting for the present to get dropped off, I continued to play the lie to Sarah, the name I drew for the Secret Snowman party. Weeks before, a couple days after the raffle, I lied to Sarah (practicing my acting talent ) telling her I knew her secret snowman and the person didn't know what to get her (... 'cause I really didn't know ). I dropped hints in my speech as to who it was: a person who didn't exist but had a gender. By simply referring the fake person as "her" you could tell that Sarah had her suspicions as to who it could be. Immediately she told me:
     
    "Chocolate. I don't care how much, I just want chocolate."
     
    Done deal. I didn't have to so much spend money (that I didn't have) to get it. My mom had a Secret Santa party and all those that attended without participating in the game got a bag of chocolate. I took my share, and I grabbed my sister's (she didn't want any, somehow she refused the delicious morsels). They’re called Truffles, and they have a milk chocolate shell and a liquid milk chocolate filling and it's probably the best freakin' chocolate treat you'll ever afford, best of all you know it at sight.
     
    Back to the party - Sarah whined to me about how she didn't get her present unlike everyone else while I waited at the entrance door for my mom. She was the really only one at the party who didn't get a gift so far, and she spoke in that "But mommmmmm, everyone has one but meeee!" voice. I told her that "she" was running back to her house to grab the present, and if she wanted the surprise as to who it is ruined, she'd have to go back to the party.
     
    She left pouting at me, and another eight minutes past until my mom finally came with the two bags of the Truffles in a giftbag. My mom also handed me my 200 dollars from my paycheck (shopping details later), and I was off on my merry freakin' way.
     
    I came up to Sarah in one of the chat circles and handed her the giftbag with a sly, "Merry Christmas," and a grin that wrote, "I played you like a sucka foo'."
     
    Her jaw dropped in the realization that I've lied to her for weeks when I turned out to be her Secret Snowman the entire time. She shoved me and called me a a#####e multiple times. When she finished her love/hate quarrel with me and opened the giftbag, she hugged me tightly in happiness.
     
    Gotta love Sarah's gullibility and mood swings. She really should've seen it coming. I steal her things all the time and play it off like I haven't easily.
     
    I really don't need acting classes when dealing with this chica.
     
    Two hours later (5 PM), after a struggle of getting to the Natick Collection to buy Christmas gifts, from hitching a ride to cutting across parking lots of holiday shoppers ###### off that that the spot they thought they saw was taken to walking passed the white street line because the sidewalk was covered in snow, to finally step through the entrance into JCPenny's, I was there.
     
    It wasn't after another three hours from hanging out with friends did I start finish.
     
    The second half of three hour period I was with Vanessa. Her present was the first one bought before she arrived. A Twilight shirt, with Edward Cullen on the front. We caught up with her friend Danielle whom I had the pleasure to meet. Nice girl, unfortunately struggling with her feelings with her ex. After the three of us sat down and they talked about ABSOLUTELY NOTHING BUT HOW HOT THE GUYS IN TWILIGHT ARE, I reluctantly left them, knowing I needed to go Christmas shopping and that the topic wasn't going to change... for as long as they had tongues, voice boxes, and hands (because I know they'd do it in sign language if need be). I was surprised I beared with them so long, wanting the imaginary trigger I shaped with my hand to have a gun around it as to spatter the holy heck out of my brains. When hanging out turns into girls' night out, you gotta let go.
     
    Off I went, to blissfully shop...
     
    ...Til I actually dropped.
     
    By the time I was done, I had a Santa hat on and a jumbo sized bag carrying other bags carrying gifts from different stores. From the 50-70% off Aeropostale sale to KB Toys 40% everything to CVS's... well, they had snacks, which is good enough for the friends you don't know what to get.
     
    I grabbed some last-minute pizza from my friends at Sbarro for dinner and drink some Caffeine-free Diet Pepsi, and happily had a second one waiting for me (thank you annoying 'Buy 1 Get One Free' caps). I sat in the food court, with all the restaurants around me closing and I finished my slice, and my Pepsi. A cute girl caught my eye as she walked up to Salad Creations to see if they were still selling their juice bottles. I didn't hear the conversation, but you know the outcome at her discouragement. Once she came close to earshot, I called her over, asked her if she wanted a drink, she said yes. I asked if she liked a Caffeine free Diet Pepsi, and she said yes again. I took out the second bottle, glad it was still cold, and handed it to her with a grin saying 'Happy Holidays." She thanked me and was off. Thirty seconds later, I facepalmed myself. I just gave away a Pepsi to a girl and didn't even get a name or number. And worse?
     
    I GAVE AWAY A PEPSI.
     
    My memory's lagging as to what she looked liked, but she must've been cute for me to do something like THAT.
     
    After 20 minutes of trying to grab a second jumbo bag from my work and failed to do so, I sat on a lounge chair they usually set up randomly in convient parts of the mall, and called my mom who was at TJ Maxx, buying gifts, busting out of there once she's done shopping.
     
    I was exhausted. Carrying around 60 pounds, 40 of which have been on your back for six hours (my backpack) walking the length of miles looking for more stuff to buy was a guarantee that I cannot join the Marines.
     
    I placed my elbows on my lap to support the rest of my frame, and hung my head, paying attention to my cell.
     
    And I fell asleep.
     
    I wake up. It's 20 minutes after my last talk with my mom. 10:43 PM and 3 missed calls. A face palm was the first reaction, and I grabbed the phone and called her back. I was somewhat humbled by myself. I actually left my cell on the floor a couple inches from my left foot, and my jumbo sized bag to my right, my backpack behind me (really nothing important in there, but really it was the most secure considering it was actually touching me). I get up, grab my things, and BOUNCE.
     
    I get home, and the tiny nap has fueled me to last about another hour. I find out on AIM that Danielle, the partner in crime to how hot freakin' Robert Pattinson is with Vanessa, thought I was cute and Vanessa figured since I was single and she was lonely, we could hook up. And 'hook up' in the sense of I take her out on a date, we make up, the next day we are nothing. It's quite the lols thinking of it in that sense, but in quick thought, I accepted. My dating experience needs to be freshened up, and might as well throw in some practice dates. I accepted, but then I realized I was about to go out with a cute blond girl with a mind who's about to graduate high school...
     
    That's like, 10 plus self-esteem points.
     
    My extreme worry of the night was coming home and seeing my dad there waiting, and my sister warned me of the possibility. Thank the Lord that didn't happen.
     
    December 23rd, 2008-
     
    I came into the school, my load smaller. The biggest CVS bag I had was more than enough to carry around a pair of electronic drum sticks for my friend Sean (who is like the Necro in my world in a musical sense), two pringles for Alberto and DeJean(<- WHO DIDN'T SHOW UP), packs o' gum to any girl I noticed chewed a lot of it in class. Made for a fun day, really. A Tuesday, but the last day until vacation. Nothing like a Twiday.
     
    I come home, my mom having set an ultimatum for tomorrow. Because my dad hurt his back again and couldn't lift anything heavy, I was going to work with him and be the muscles.
     
    December 24th, 2008-
     
    I woke up early. 7 AM.
     
    Got dressed in a pair of jeans I never wore anymore, a Phat Farm shirt I again, never wore anymore, and a light 2008 Olympics fleece with a raincoat over it.
     
    Yippee. Working with mi padre...
     
    I waited downstairs for his van to arrive to pick me up.
     
    After four minutes, it pulled up to the lobby entrance. I got up and went through the doors.
     
    He got out, two giftbags at hand, and greeted me, to which I greeted back.
     
    Then we hugged.
     
    He told me to bring the bags upstairs to the apartment, and I went ahead and did so.
     
    Once up there, my mom handed me the blue bag and said (finally), "Happy Birthday!"
     
    I got a Wii.
     
    I'd probably be more excited if I wasn't sure exactly what would happen at work.
     
    It was like a regular day at work, minus some talk about his new family. Seriously. It was relaxing and surreal at the same time. After work at around 3 PM, we headed over to eat lunch with my sister (it being Christmas Eve). It was nice.
     
    Then we said bye. I gave a quick apology for the that thing in August and he said it was okay.
     
    And my sister and I went off to the mall.
     
    We picked up my final pay ($457 bucks = 304 20oz. bottles of Pepsi and one can) from KB Toys as it was going through the very last day. I learned so much about retail in just a few weeks, and I made some friends I hope I never forget. Joe, the rocker, always with a story to tell and they're all funny. Melissa, the under-aged would-be manager who's as mature as she is cool. Pace, great girl who carries a posistive attuitude with herself, and one of the coolest to work with. Heather, sister of my co-worker Kayla who I know in the tech crew of Drama Company and she knows when to be cheerful and when to be serious and will always be a great manager. Scott, the man who taught me most of everything I needed to know and beared with my inexperience until he found another job at another place, and I've heard he enjoys it. Tim, an overworked man in his twenties who seems to always have something to be stressed about but in his swearing tyraids will make you laugh, but somehow always has confidence in his work (we also called him 'Monkey Man' because in the back, when there was a ton of boxes, he'd always find a way to get to the top about twenty feet up). I wish them all luck in their future endeavors and hope they all find ways to pay those bills.
     
    My sister and I bounced over to Sears, the only store still open after 6 PM and scrambled for gifts. Unfortunately came out with only one for my mom: a digital camera.
     
    Get back home, kick it into overdrive with the cleaning, Thiago's family at 9 PM to show up.
     
    Really, this Christmas dinner thing was just... uncelebratory. We ate our dinner, Thiago and I bounced back to my room to watch some Jeff Dunham - Spark of Insanity and just hung out joking around and whatnot. Once it was 1 AM...
     
    Oh wait, that means it's...
     
    December 25th, 2008-
     
    ...Christmas day.
     
    He and I were watching random movies as they passed through the screen as his brother and sister-in-law controlled the viewing. Not like we cared really. There was nothing to do aside from tell jokes as if I were a comedian, because really no matter what comes out of my mouth, Thiago's gonna laugh (and he knows it). We played a couple games, opened our gifts together, then his family was off on their way home at around 3 AM.
     
    My sister, mom, and I sat on the floor at the Christmas tree and started our new tradition. Present opening and taking turns.
     
    Now, the infamous list:
     
    -8GB Zune mp3 player (blue) from sis
    -Digital Camera from dad (b-day gift and Christmas)
    -My first actual pair of pajamas from mom
    -Cross necklace from sis
    -Gold (very latino) bracelet from mom
    -L.L. Bean Fleece sweatshirt from dad's boss (sends L.L. Bean every year)
    -Pepsi-Cola Vintage Logo T-Shirt from sis ()
    -Noise-canceling headphones from mom (I need a Triple A battery for this... hmm...)
    -FOSSIL watch from mom (not my style and she knows it, so we're returning it back to TJ Maxx and going to the FOSSIL store in the Natick Collection for me to pick one out, but the thought-that-counted thing worked very well)
     
    After that whole thing was done, we hit the sack at... 5:45 AM? Yeah. All-Nighters on Christmas are awesome.
     
    The next day, at around 1 PM, I was woken up in a rush, and told to get ready to go to the airport. My sister was headed to Brazil today to go see her... ex. I won't go into details, because it's too much and judging from the wall of text above this (if you read this far) and considering it's not really important aside from what I told you, forget about it. She just won't be back in the States until January 20somethingth.
     
    Head to the airport, jam out to my new Zune I've named YoYo, say our goodbyes, and head back home...
     
    To do nothing. Didn't even try out the Wii. I sat here typing the above wall-of-text.
     
    I get an IM from Danielle, if you recall was my date for Saturday, telling me she had to cancel because she already made plans with another friend and was just reminded of it that day.
     
    SUPPOSEDLY.
     
    Vanessa IMs me and basically tells me the "heartbreaking" truth. Danielle thought I was too young for her, which didn't really bother me for some reason. Apparently I look too young? Well, not gonna lie, she looks older. I thought she was 18 or maybe even 19, but looking at bookface right now, she was born in April of '91. She's eight months older.
     
    Guess she likes older guys. Ah well, better luck with another girl that thinks I'm dazzlingly handsome and a bone-ified sexy beast.
     
    What was good about Danielle entering then exiting my life so quickly is that it got me to get over Rachael as I thought about our date. Rachael's now a friend to me, nothing else, and I'm happy. Of course, I'm alone, but at least I'm not infatuated with a girl I won't get. So thank you Danielle, you actually inadvertently gave me peace. Single and loving it? Not quite. Single and looking for the right person. We can call it that.
     
    So with the date canceled and a saved-up 136 bucks that WAS going to the date.
     
    Tom calls:
     
    "Hey Jon, wanna hang out?"
     
    "Sure, what the heck."
     
    Heh. That killed 2 hours.
     
    December 26th, 2008
     
    After work with dad, I come home.
     

     
    At some unknown hour of the night, we try setting up the Wii.
     
    :angry:
     
    I asked Teeburrito for help, but alas, no luck. Once we get to 'Select A Language', we can't find the cursor. We fling around the wiimote and see it fly by, but no luck. I stand 3 feet away, nothing. I stand 7 feet away, still nothing.
     
    I gave up in my impatience for this task and come back to BZP.
     
    December 27th, 2008-
     
    Finished writing this entry.
     
    ~AA
  12. Arch-Angel

    More.

    By Arch-Angel,

    A math teacher in my school that passed away yesterday morning. Needless to say, this brought back bad memories and more sorrow.
     
    ~AA
  13. Arch-Angel
    The Day of Silence: The National Day of Silence brings attention to anti-LGBT name-calling, bullying and harassment in schools. Each year the event has grown, now with hundreds of thousands of students coming together to encourage schools and classmates to address the problem of anti-LGBT behavior.
     
    Friday, our school had the program. We get a pin that has "Silence" written on it to show we are participating. The way we protest is to take a vow of silence the entire school day, and not say a word all day. If you slip once or twice, that's fine, but full-on conversation? Well, that defeats the purpose of the protest.
     
    How ironic that the all male a capella group, Tuft University's Beelzebubs, came to our school the exact same day to have the Fine and Performing Arts center members of Chorus, Boys and Girls A Capella, do a workshop with them and then watch them perform.
     
    The workshop was fun. I got to work with four members of the group out of the thirteen (coincidence to their name, they have an unlucky number of members) and they guided us to learn the bass vocals of "Sign, Sealed, Delivered (I'm Yours)" by Stevie Wonder and join them onstage and performed it with them. It was more fun than I expected, and it felt great working with them. I hope to continue a capella into college, because I would do nothing but love it.
     
    After that, I started my vow of silence and continued on through the day. But before I went to third period, I dropped by my Spanish teacher's room for one thing:
     
    A small white-board and marker.
     
    Swearing in silence is amazingly gratifying.
     
    Of course I slipped a couple times. When you have the chance to dis someone or come back with your quick lip, you usually instinctively take it. Those weren't good moments.
     
    Though fifth period came, all the silent fun stopped.
     
    Lee Anne is one of my best friends. I love her til death. She's a mother, a little sister, a big sister, and the cutest thing you can have the coolest conversations with. She's my family at heart. Unfortunately, sometimes the best people are the unluckiest. She's an epileptic. I knew this of course, and I knew she had seizures in school, and the range from the seizures that are okay to the really bad ones. The really bad ones are the ones she doesn't see coming, unlike the other ones that she sees coming and she can take something before it goes bad.
     
    Today in our Algebra class, she had a bad one.
     
    She got up, telling Mr. Morabito that she was doing bad. Morabito spends time helping her in study; he knows what bad meant to her. She got our friend Mark to help her up and maybe walk her now. Five steps towards the door, she said she couldn't make it. Her face was a bright red, and her eyes watering up quickly. Her expression was one of intense pain, and her body looked ready to collapse. I broke my vow of silence officially and said I could carry her down while Korey(Ryuu) supported it. Once we stepped outside and she laid down on the ground, she looked like she was quietly crying as she endured a horrible pain of a thousand needles. Morabito tried to ask her what to do, because he sure as heck knew he and all three of the guys with him from the class (including me) didn't know. Lee Anne told me she's not aware of much of anything when seizures happened, and even the okay ones, she forgets her last name. The principal came up and informed us the nurse was on her way after Morabito called her. Three other teachers in the hallway stopped and surrounded her.
     
    I never felt so helpless to someone I've loved before in my life. It was like I was watching her die, and all I wanted to do was hold her tight and take her pain away, but that was the most impossible thing I could've done to help.
     
    The nurse came up seconds after the principal, and we were told to get back in the class.
     
    Fifth period runs for an hour and a half, and a half hour lunch went in either the beginning, first middle, second middle, or last half hour of the period depending on the subject. Math subjects got second lunch (first middle), and the moment we were let out, I headed straight for the nurse's office to see Lee Anne's condition.
     
    The nurse told me Lee Anne was doing better; the seizure was over and it took a whole lot out of her. She was resting on one of the cots with the curtain closed for her privacy. She let me in and I kneel to get to eye level on Lee Anne as she laid awake. She told me she felt embarrassed about it, and I told her not to; that everyone in class was simply worried about her and wanted to know if she was alright. I asked her if she wanted me to bring her lunch or anything at all. She said she would get her own lunch eventually when she felt better, and asked for me to bring down her the test we were going to have after the half-hour lunch was over. Of course I was skeptical of whether she was in the condition to, and she insisted on it. I've heard stories of Lee Anne going back to class after a while of resting, so I figured it was fine if she was capable. I told her if she needed anything just to simply call me and I would be there. I kissed her on the cheek and said goodbye to let her rest.
     
    Fifteen minutes passed, and Lee Anne is up walking and looking extremely exhausted. I walk her back to class, and Morabito nearly begged her not to take it. It was going to Spring Break, and coming back and having to do a test on something she can't recall was a good idea to her. Not like the nurse didn't beg her to stay resting already.
     
    Lee Anne's a strong girl, and I love her unconditionally as a part of my family.
     
    --------------------------------------------------
     
    After school, it's 70 degrees, and it felt a little like May... I grabbed my friend Robby and we headed down to the nearby gas station and grabbed all the junk food we wanted. Came back... my Crunch bar was nearly devoured by both Rachael and Deanna and Rachael stole my second dang Pepsi! I chased her down and once I took it, I put her in a headlock. Once Kayla tried to steal it from me, I wrapped her in a headlock too. a double headlock and a Pepsi in my hand I can't really unscrew and drink due to said headlocks. I let go, Rachael snatches it, shakes it up and cracks it open.
     
    If I didn't love her so much, I would've superkicked her.
     
    Later on, she wanted to get a sip. I said no. She went to her boyfriend, mi amigo Miguel and asked if she could flirt with me to get a sip of Pepsi, and he said sure. Sure, she put on a good act, but it's not like I was going to get anything out of it. so I denied her again. By some miracle, she eventually gets it, and has her fill.
     
    This is usually what happens in my social life.
     
    I have to admit, this is why I enjoy my life right now. I get to be with my friends; the ones I don't have to be a different person around. The ones I can be happy around just by being around. Though I won't be with all of them forever, and this'll all change given two years when they head to college or move or anything, I love them now, and that's a fact. They are my forever nostalgia, they are my peaceful paradise. They are the friends and family I never had, but the family I'll probably never get to keep for my entire life. I'm glad I can enjoy it now, to at least get the chance to enjoy and treasure it. Having them let's me know more about life. It won't last forever, but you get to at least enjoy it now before you lose it. Love your true friends, and live a true life. Both will die, but you can't lie that the love was there and will be eternally.
     
    ~AA
  14. 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.
     

     

     
    I loved her singing voice in Happy Feet, so in memory of the beloved actress...
     
    Boogie Wonderland by Earth, Wind, &ire (Happy Feet Version)
     
    ~AA
  15. Arch-Angel

    Hate For 2008

    By Arch-Angel,

    In health class we started a new unit, a unit I remember from last year.
     
    Stress.
     
    Depression.
     
    Suicide.
     
    We started with stress. The class did a crossword on our vocabulary words to start familiarizing ourselves with them. An activity was done (the whole 'put these ish-load of nails on that one and make it balance' thing) and the class joked around. My friend DeJean and I joked about my recent depression on how I preferably sit alone during lunch, eating my food and reading a book. My health teacher questioned me once, but I denounced her, simply telling her I was fine. I was glad to humble myself. I enjoy it very much, but only when I do it and if I give you permission, otherwise expect a backhand. We did a worksheet survey something-of-the-sort as it asked us all the many things one would have happen to them that seemed either normal or abnormal. N stood for normal and A stood for abnormal. For example:
     
    "You cannot enter a classroom without counting to one hundred. _A_"
     
    "You have trouble sleeping because you worry about passing your math exam the next day. _N_"
     
    As soon as we get to:
     
    "Every once in a while you get to feeling so low that you wonder if life is worth living. ___"
     
    DeJean looks up from his paper and says, "Hey Jon, I don't have to worry about number 19, right?" He laughed.
     
    I cracked a smile and let a chuckle out, in sincerity. I didn't answer him. God forbid I have to talk to a counselor or a social worker or a psychologist if I answered.
     
    The loudspeaker went on and the secretary announce Mr. Welch, or Head Principal (there's a principal for each grade) had an announcement to make. We wondered what could've been so important to have us stop class. "Did 9/11 happen again?" was the first thought in everyone's mind in school, I guarantee that. The second was, "Did another student get stabbed in the butt?"
     
    We turned on the TV and onto the school local channel, Mr. Welch sitting at the risen table where our homeroom news came from.
     
     
     

     
    The room was silent. Shock mostly. Every mind was trying to search who try to find out who this person was and if one of us knew him. We waited for one of us to get up and walk out the door, as Mr. Welch said that there were counselors, social workers, and psychologists standing by for any students wanting help coping with this news. A room full of sophomores, no one got up, I being a Sophomore-Junior, had the highest chance of knowing the guy, but even now looking at the picture he doesn't ring a bell. But the presence of death was there; the feel of a life gone of our world put a hole in us for a moment. The room was silent of voices only at this point, after a couple minutes passed. Everyone started packing up their things, as if no one wasn't paying attention to the clock in the first place. But as the final minute rolled, mutters and small talk started, but no laughter, harmless insults, or humorous comebacks were made. The bell rang first the end of first period, and we went on our way. I nearly chuckled when I remembered what my next class was.
     
    Biology, the study of life.
     
    During lunch period, friends of my algebra class came by and the topic of the tragic news came about. I was offended at the complete assumption that the driver was drunk. At the time, we had no idea about the fourth member of the car or whether or not Jamoan was the driver. We only knew that supposedly he was the driver and gave no mind of the other two. They all questioned the logic of driving drunk, which I quickly stepped in. I told them that they shouldn't have assumed that he was drunk, for all we know he was distracted by something or someone for he could've possibly been as against alcohol as I am. They shut down the drunk driving thought immediately, when I only came to realize hours ago that I should've drove the stake in the heart and told them immediately how disrespectful it was to think that; think of a cause of death through the thought that he was a lesser man than themselves. The news we were given didn't so much mention alcohol other than "police are not sure whether or not alcohol played a role" but still.
     
    Jamoan, I most likely don't know you, but I promise you, I'll defend your name to any and all faces unless proven otherwise. You will not pass a man thought of less, but a man thought of equal, unless proven otherwise. If you did drink alcohol and were the driver of that car, I shall shake off my defense and let your soul carry on, for others control their tongues and their thoughts, but as of this moment, you are still an equal, and you will be defended as one.
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    I came back home from work a half-hour ago. The minute my mother parked the Explorer, her friend calls.
     
    Immigration got one of our friends.
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    EDIT:
     
    *sigh*
     
    Can't believe I forgot to tell this...
     
    My friend, Lee Anne, she's an epileptic. She has seizures often.
     
    This morning, she was in class and complained about how she couldn't see out of her right eye, and the right side of her body was practially failing on her. She went down to the nurse and was soon taken to the hospital. Please give her prayer.
     
    ~AA
  16. Arch-Angel

    Song Of The Day 67

    By 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.
     
    I was going through the Book of many Faces and I saw someone comment on a pic of them at a beach and how they can't wait for the summer.
     
    Summer.
     
    Beautiful, bright, sunny, (romantic?), summer.
     
    Warmth, sun, fun, friends...
     
    Guess I should start looking forward to 2009...
     
    ...Romance... hmm...
     
    Is that what'll make me happy?
     
     
     
     
    Broken Man by Boys Like Girls
     
    ~AA
  17. Arch-Angel

    Song Of The Day 61

    By 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.
     
    This song plays in my head whenever insomnia has it's way with me. It's the hardest thing to kill, insomnia...
     
    I'll shank it eventually...
     
    I know I've been using this band in my SotDs a lot, but trust me, you've got a few coming up from different bands.
     
    Sleep by My Chemical Romance.
     
    ~AA
  18. Arch-Angel
    I realized I've had a problem. It's been going on for weeks, and takes a weekly pattern.
     
    I have a different crush every week.
     
    It's almost always based on personality.
     
    Let me explain.
     
    I was talking to my friend Adrianna in English class like a usually do, and she cracked a joke we both started laughing about. I looked at her again, and it was like going from an old Technicolor movie to HDTV. She became more beautiful to me, simply because I knew her personality better. I remember when I first saw her back on the First Day of the School Year, I thought we wouldn't get passed one full conversation, now we're friends and she's incredibly cute to me.
     
    Though my intimate feelings for her have passed.
     
    Because like all the girls I socially interact on a daily to semi-daily basis, I have probably had a crush on them.
     
    The longest one of these crushes have lasted was about nine days. It was this dark haired, blue eyed girl who's beautiful in her physical aspects, but her personality she hides. That's why the crush lasted for nine days; I couldn't get to know her until she started to remotely open up.
     
    Oh, and what didn't help was her first name being Carley.
     
    It really is a problem for me. I have no control of my feelings for them, and I know it isn't true love I feel for them, but some other form of love.
     
    But I can tell you there are a lot of beautiful girls in Drama Company, and with rehearsal every day, they get more gorgeous by the hour.
     
    Though my heart doesn't land on any girl right now, except for one.
     
    Miss Anonymous.
     
    Rachael from the December 20th section of this entry (who was one of the first weekly crushes I had if you read December 25th section) IMs me Sunday or Monday and asks me if I like someone. Being in the mood, I tried to note her actions, and I typed them out to her too. I knew she had something to gain from knowing if I did or not and that considering she was bugging me constantly for me to answer, I knew she knew something. So I explained to her my situation (noted above) and I glad she understood. I continued playing my game of reading her every response as if it had a secret meaning, because I knew it did. I guessed correctly that it was because she knew someone in Dco liked me, and that someone talks to her. I tried and failed to get her to play 20 Questions with me, and at least got the satisfaction of knowing it wasn't a guy.
     
    Though, throughout the week since she told me, the near-endless list of girls run by my head. I try to add up so many things. They must know Rachael, must know I talk to her, made Rachael make a promise so well she refuses my every manipulating plea to tell me, and I believe in is our play. It narrows the list well, and it shows. I know this one girl and Rachael have beef, Rachael doesn't like that one girl, these girls already have guys, et cetera. So I gave her an alias for myself.
     
    Miss Anonymous.
     
    Unfortunately, I have no clear idea who it is, and the narrowing of the list is going slowly. It's annoying. Every time I see Rachael, I shake my head with a grin and say "I hate you" and she giggles quietly.
     
    (Un)fortunately, I'm seeing someone on Sunday.
     
    My friends, Tom and Hillary (mentions so many times in this blog), were hanging out back on... December 30th? and gave me a call while working with my Dad. They tell me they got a girlfriend for me. Clearly, I'm confused but in reality of the whole thing at the same time. They tell me they're gonna bring me to their city and introduce me to Michelle, someone they were talking about who's single. Tom is going to drive me there, we are going to pick Hillary and Michelle up, and hang out in town (of course, I'm buying). Consider it a double date, accept your male amigo is gay and the other girl has no interest in you whatsoever... so yeah, basically Michelle and I with friends.
     
    I'm nervous to say the least. I don't know what will happen, and it's not excitement, but pure fear of the outcome. Will I fall in love with this girl? Will I not like her at the end of the night? Will I find out who in Dco likes me, or will Miss Terry fade in the confounds of my mind?
     
    I just know next week, I either walk out with a girlfriend, walk out with a mystery lingering in my mind, one broken heart, two broken hearts, or my broken heart.
     
    ~AA
  19. Arch-Angel
    Read this.
     
    UPDATE: Russia has retreated out of Georgia, saying, "The aggressor has been punished."
     
    Today, 8/13/08:
     
    Russia to U.S.: Choose us or Georgia Forum link removed - Nukora
     
    Any political comments will be deleted if it shall spark a flame war. (Wish they could be drafted. I <3 opinions)
     

     
    ~AA
  20. Arch-Angel

    Thomas

    By Arch-Angel,

    Tom is unknowingly ignorant when it comes to news that doesn't involve him or anyone he knows, but that doesn't make him a bad person. He's a brother to me, or that gay cousin in your family the next state over, which ever seems more understandable to you. He's a great person to talk to when you need to get away from the world of politics or whatever is on the news. He can be funny, but I truly believe he's just dumb. He runs on emotions more than he does logic in which his friends around him provide (unfortunately most are girls who also run on emotion). That's usually where I come in, and where I get the right (from him) to insult him whether I mean it or not. Though, he thinks I'm dumb as well. It works out, I guess. Tom has always helped me when it came to looking good and I can truly say that he help me raise the bar when it came to look more attractive to girls. Sure I have to deal with his constant complaining on his boyfriends or hook-ups or whatever, but it gives me the opportunity to tell him he's a moron; quite bittersweet. I've known Tom since before he came out back in the 6th grade when he was getting more girls than you can count, which all changed the summer going into the 9th grade. No, he's had no attraction to me as a boyfriend, and won't bother taking a look at you like that unless he knows you're gay, which is great on my end (because that would be EXTREMELY AWKWARD). Today, Tom is the guy I can talk to when I want to laugh, though not the kind you want to pour your heart out to. He doesn't know much about my struggles in life, and I prefer to keep it that way. But still, he's a great friend.

    ~AA
  21. Arch-Angel
    I look forward to the cold air and chapped lips that fall and winter shall bring. I don't know why. I guess its because I like wearing sweatshirts and winter hats. I am the Stylin' and Profilin' member of BZPower after all (maybe Da Mista Mike will challenge me to that).
     
    Anyways, evetyone on the BZPBlogs has made an entry on how they can't wait for school or are dreading the utter fact that the date of the First Day is fast approaching. Personally, I like to call it D-Day, but I have to say I'm somewhat looking forward to seeing all my friends again. Though I don't have as many friends in this town as I did in the other, I do in fact have friends.
     
    But why would I write a bloody entry on school? No one cares what I think about it, because its going to match what someone else said about it, yada fasha waba.
     
    Reason why I'm looking forward to is a little thing I like to call...
     

     
    Redemption
     
    You see, I'm one of the few. The unlucky. The shamed. First-hand, I will find out what it will be to repeat a school year.
     
    Yeah, I'm staying back.
     
    Its the kind of slap in the face life gives you where you have to laugh in humility. Especially when you open the letter and it says, "Dear member of the Class of 2011."
     
    It was formerly 2010...
     

     
    Out of the eleven credits I needed to get into Junior year, I only got 8.5 credits.
     
    That's bad.
     
    This year, I have to actually hit the books. I have to actually study. I have to actually care. Ain't nothing going to get away from my goal of graduating this year.
     
    It's gonna be one heck of a 180 day ride...
     
    ~AA
  22. Arch-Angel
    Pain of a Loved One's Death Isn't Their's To Bear 
    On hot summer days,
    I feel cold, left astray,
    Whatever hope I had was shattered,
    Every possible path I could take didn't matter,
    I missed her, still do,
    I promised to be forever true,
    Talking with her, I could never swear nor lie,
    Now I feel unclean, ready to die,
    An unhappy death, with my sorrow and pain,
    Rather stop living than become insane,
    Rather never feel the touch of love again,
    Stay in this domain, bound in the chains,
    Of my heavy heart, so tired to continue anymore,
    Please God, this request, don't ignore,
    Strike me now with illness, lightning,
    I don't care!
    I wish to be in heaven so I may run my hands,
    Through her hair,
    But life never is that way, is it Lord?
    So I'll continue this path I do abhor,
    Unfortunately, I'll never forget,
    The love I have for her I'll never regret,
    And continue to live through death and death,
    Until I finally, happily take my final breath.
     
     
     
     
     
     
    ~AA
  23. 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
  25. Arch-Angel

    Song Of The Day 69

    By Arch-Angel,

    Somehow...
     
    I'm looking forward to 2009.
     
    I don't know... why.
     
    It's strange to me. A realistic pessimist, thinking the future is bright?
     
    I guess it's somehow natural after all the #### the last 365 days brought. And you know it brought a lot at me.
     
    After June's Plunge Into Heck and November's Road of Misery (yes, I'm starting to title events in my life), 2009 doesn't look like it could get worse.
     
    Maybe I'll make enemies, maybe I'll face death, depression, loss of things I cherish. But won't with each of them I'll make friends, see life, happiness, and gain things to cherish more?
     
    I don't know what's with the positivity, but I guess it's because I'm looking forward the next five hundred, twenty-five thousand, six hundred minutes of my life.
     
    Seasons of Love by RENT
     
    ~AA
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