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  1. Arch-Angel
    It all comes down tonight... Waiting for either a Blog Assistant or Toaraga to put up the winner.
     
    Number 54...
     
    Feels kinda scary... like its not here, but I feelit coming. I have plenty of doubt...
     

  2. Arch-Angel

    I'm In Russia!

    By Arch-Angel,

    Currently, right now as I start writing this it is 2:50 PM. Here in Kamchatka, Russia its 7:50 AM.
     
    Why am I in Russia?
     
    It just got to the point where I don't count the number of hours I've slept or how late I stayed up.
     
    I'm going by time zones.
     
    Last night was BAD. After waking up at 3:30 PM and going about my day routinely (which was easy since I live on BZP now <<) I try going to sleep. My eyes hurt from reading my book and the lack of light with it, so I figured that was enough.
     
    But my biological clock was like, "Why you wanna sleep? You haven't even been up 12 hours yet. Its like, 5 PM."
     
    "No, its 1 AM, and everything around me shows it. Dark out, mama's snortin', computer's off and I ain't watching TV."
     
    "You're bored, do something."
     
    "I'll shank you."
     
    "You mean yourself."
     
    "I'm becoming schizophrenic."
     
    "But those with schizophrenia don't know they're schizo."
     
    "But if I deny it, I'm leaving myself open for the accusation."
     
    "Heck of a rut we ran into, huh mate?"
     
    "Shut up Jack, you may be one of my personalities, but you aren't called for right now."
     
    Jack Sparrow... don't ask.
     
    I decide to go back on my computer at around 3 AM, for what reason, is unknown. On AIM, I find a conversation with Janus, who's experiencing my problem (the sleeping part, not the not/not schizo) and after I said bonsoir (I got bored on the comp with no one to talk to and nothing to do) I returned to bed, continuously thinking about just everything going on in my life right now. The Father/Son hiatus, school, the reason why I'm up, et cetera. At around 4 AM and going on my computer again ( ) and going back to bed again ( ) I look outside to the sky, see if I can count the stars...
     
    I don't see no stars, only the big one that separates night and day, the freakin' sun.
     
    I curse under my breath (or maybe it was full on not caring who heard me volume) and started thinking as to where my body was in the world. I knew it was on the western side of the world, with Europe, Eurasia, and Asia, but I couldn't put my finger on it. I'd thought I'd make educated guesses at shoot for either England, Israel, and Japan.
     
    I started laughing in sorrow as I heard the morning commute starting.
     
    At 6 AM, I decided to see if a different location would help. The couch was option 1 out of 1. I throw myself on it, and in the most uncomfortable way, sleep.
     
    Around 8 AM my mom finds me, and in my Smeag & Niki feeling (10 points to anyone that gets that) I explain to her I only felt asleep at 6 AM. Love my mom, she cares so much. I felt worry in here.
     
    <3 mi madre.
     
    She told me to sleep on her bed, and if you know her mattress, it'll put you to comatose in under 10 minutes.
     
    Boom, out like a light I go and I wake up at 2:30 PM. My eyes are still sore, and I feel like its 10:30 AM. Oh wait, if you look here IT IS.
     
    I'm gonna take some Advil PM tonight, I really the KO.
     
    ~AA
  3. Arch-Angel
    This morning went better than most mornings. I dreamt a story that actually made sense, had it stopped by the sound of the radio going off at 5:51 AM, brushed my teeth, shaved a perfect shave with a new razor (no burns!) got dressed, ate a bowl of Honey Nut Cheerios, got my bag, and left. Everything perfect. Got my cash, my mp3, wallet, ID, everything.
     
    So I'm walking to the bus stop, the usual people are there, and a few more considering its raining (thankfully not as hard as it was yesterday) I am less than 25 feet away. The bus pulls in, everyone gets in, I'm running, the bus leaves.
     
    NO. The story isn't over.
     
    A man in his car witnessed my run for the bus.
     
    "Hey, where's the next stop?"
     
    "This was the last one."
     
    "Oh man."
     
    "But there is a traffic light a quarter-mile up the highway."
     
    "You sure it'll be a red light?"
     
    "Its always a red light."
     
    "Alright, get in."
     
    We drive up, the bus is inching closer ad closer to the light. Luckily the thrid lane formed and the cars in front of us moved out of the second lane (which we were on) and we got to the point where we were a car away. I thanks the man plenty, got out, and ran over to the bus. I knocked on the window. Though I didn't understand the movement of his hands, my sister did once I got back home.
     
    He had the index finger going side to side, the 'safe' call you see in baseball, and with both hands pointed down moving up and down.
     
    Translation: 'Not safe here'
     
    The bus drove off as the green light went up and the cars in front moved. I watched the bus go off in the distance and disappear going slightly downhill.
     
    "(ADD GROUP OF SWEARS HERE)"
     
    So its raining, the back of my pants at the bottom are wet from puddles in the break-down lane I'm walking in, and its a quarter-mile walk back to my apartment.
     
    During my walk, first thing that popped up,"Hey, I got a story for my blog."
     
    Plus I could listen to the radio on my mp3.
     
    Get home, told my mom not to give me any crud and told the story, decided to sty home, slept until 1, and two hours later, I made this entry. Its 3:11 PM, and a pretty funny start to a Friday.
     
    Song of the Day at 7 or sooner...
     

  4. Arch-Angel
    Today in Biology, Tito decided to throw this piece of dust on my sweatshirt probably about the size of your thumb. Immediately, the guys around me demanded that I snuff him right there for such disrespect.
     
    I didn't, and I brushed the dust off which made a big mark on my chest and continued to brush it until unnoticeable. One continued to tell me to snuff him for Tito's disrespect, but in a joking manner with some seriousness.
     
    Lean back and brush your shoulders off...
     
    I'm not disrespected easily. People dumped milk on me, threw things at me, insulted me (calling me stupid is a soft spot though) and swore massively. It isn't that bad. Not the sticks and stones bit, but the 'Tip of the Iceberg'.
     
    Though, as I pondered this on the way home, I found out how quick it is to disrespect me.
     
    My sister talks to me, et cetera et cetera, then slaps my chest while I have a thin shirt on after just taking off the sweatshirt. The weather man fooled me with his talk of today being a cool one.
     
    Their was sweat on my chest.
     
    If you slap skin with sweat on it (or water) it stings.
     
    "huh!" I say quietly but with scorn.
     
    And she slaps me in the mouth. I promptly push her away. She threatens to call mom and tell her, and I tell her to go ahead, because she won't be surprised.
     
    Why?
     
    Let me give you a list of words that occasionally come out of our mouths.
     
    Slit
    Bass
    Witch
    Bam
    Freakin' (if you want to call it a swear)
    Bell
    Wrap
     
    You think saying muck is different?
     
    So after telling her that mom wouldn't do anything, she goes over to this computer in my room and begins unplugging the monitor. I pull her away, she yells at me, some arguing, I don't remember the words exchanged but certainly no swears, and she slaps me across the face.
     
    Now last time she did this, I slapped her back and got in more trouble for it. I don't care how old she is and if she's my older sister and knows more things. I love her but hate the things she does sometimes. She should have the same amount of respect for me as I do with her. So my tongue slipped a word I say in school (as does everyone else. YOU TOO TAKI, NECRO, NUKORA, KOHAKU, maybe B6, CA, maybe BFAHOME, G1, and ET CETERA!). A slap is justified? Then shouldn't everyone on primetime or in PG-13 and R Rated movies have cheeks beat red?
     
    So, instead of this disrespect, having to deal with her (crud), I said I'm leaving.
     
    I put my sweatshirt back on, grab my Zune, and walk out the door.
     
    I walked out of the apartment building, I walked off the area, onto the other side of Route 9 where there was a sidewalk, and continued to put one foot in front of the other.
     
    With the change from the lunch money I have, I buy a Diet Pepsi and a half mile away, going on crosswalks and waiting for the short period of time where no cars are passing, and continue walking on Route 9.
     
    I pass the local Wallgreens... the Bank... The State Police Headquarters, Car Dealerships (nice Limited Edition Mustang, Ford), the Brazilian Buffet, Jordan's Furniture, Wal-Mart, Uno's, and I go into Natick. I cross the route and head for the Natick Collection.
     
    I go inside, short distance to what I just did to get anywhere, call from American Eagle (and pick up an application) and tell my sister I'm here and I'm going to walk back.
     
    She tells me she's going to pick me up, still in disbelief I walked from one end of Framingham to another, and thirty minutes later, I'm headed home.
     
    And to top it off, she says this:
     
    "You're an cool dude."
     
    "Thanks."[/response to filter]
     
    "You're not helping." <-As in the anger for one another currently.
     
    Go home, get back my monitor, and I drop in on BZP. Talk to Nukora a bit on AIM.
     

     
    Called my mom after that and told her I'm home. She was worried, not angry. Maybe a little. I dunno...
     
    Well, guess a five mile walk did some good...
     

     
    ~AA
  5. Arch-Angel
    Well, that was the suggested joke I tried to convince Omi to go along with, but obviously he didn't agree.
     
    He could five dolla dolla bills y'all!
     
    Yesterday was not fun, but not bad either. Depends on your view of this story.
     
    The school day goes by faster than I believe I have ever experienced. Constantly I reminded myself NOT to get onto the bus and ride my fat butt home and experience a 'You Don't Live Here' Part Tres (don't have the keys nor anyone home) because I had a job interview at one of more known bookstores in The United States of America, Barnes & Nobles. The interview was a lot of personal opinion and background, and judging by the length of my blog... I got a lot of background to go on.
     
    The interview had its difficult questions (or maybe just one), and I had to use the creativity and indirect answers I had in my head. Because I'm a dang genius. Man I hope I spelted that word right.
     
    After the interview, I bring myself to the teen section and cruise through the books while having a conversation with one of the employees to pass the time as my guitar gently wee- I mean as I wait for my sister to get off of work and pick me up. (Stupid Beatles song title)
     
     
    Once my picks me up and we grab some food at the local Brazi bakery, we don't go home... nope...
     
    We go to the hospital.
     
    No, we weren't injuried, neither was anyone else. My sister's friend works there in some office doing paper work.
     
    She gladly spends about an hour or so there, talking about many things, both 'who cares' and 'who couldn't care less'.
     
    The fire alarm went off. The light flashed but no sound. The elevator shut down, preventing the man in the wheelchair to go up. After wondering whether or not it was a minor thing, we hear what set the alarm.
     
    Someone just died.
     
    April Fools Day:
     
    The morning wasn't fun. I had for some reason got into moving deep thought. It put me down, what I was thinking.
     
    I felt into what I called 'Tired Depression'. The kind of depression where you are truly considering laying down on that nice, dirty, cold tile floor in Transportation Tech. so that you could think about whatever you're thinking later when you have a more rested body and mind.
     
    I got over this around thrid period (10 AM) and finally started going through my regular mentality.
     
    In fourth period Geometry with the coolest teacher in the world, Ms. Kim, we decided to pull a prank on her.
     
    You see, in Four Period Math, you have the second lunch block out of four lunches in the entire hour and a half long class. One of the students said after lunch to meet up in a different hall and not show up to class. Evenutally the entire class got together in the one hall we planned to be in, and we deicded to roam around.
     
    Going downstairs, walking pass a couple classes, trying not to look obvious, we went back up, see if she was around...
     
    BOOM! She turns the corner quick and throws her hands up in the air in a 'OMG!' fashion of disbelief. Couldn't stop laughing.
     
    (SHUT UP STUPID LIGHTNING! Its raining outside. Thor is having a fine day...)
     
    There was plenty of talk after we got in the class and how we 'owned her so bad' as she stated.
     
    Had to blog that out of my system...
     
    Well, time to get some sleep. I'm conquering sleep diprivation pretty well so far, but that can change...
     
    Night guys. I'm glad the the BlogAlert has a sense of humor.
     
    ~AA
  6. Arch-Angel

    Song Of The Day 29

    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 love this song. Belongs right in my soon-to-be-receiving 8GB Zune mp3 player I'll be getting from Pepsi because I entered at Pepsistuff.com every time I drank a Pepsi.
     
    The song has a positive, up-beat flow as well as the lyrics. It talks about moving along from all the things that makes your life difficult and saying you 'gotta find the future' because 'misery loves company'. I find myself whistling the chorus and whispering it under my breath when I walk the hallways of my school.
     
    It bears the all too common title of...
     
    When I'm Gone by Simple Plan.
     
    ~AA

  7. Arch-Angel
    Yesterday I talked to my mom about going to visit my old town. The town where I grew up mentally and gave me so much pain, I grew stronger.
     
    'Why would you want to go back to a town with that kind o memory?'
     
    Because if it wasn't for that town, I wouldn't strong, I wouldn't be able to live a social life, and I probably woudn't have much of anything on BZP.
     
    After much discussion, and me quietly arguing with them for about two hours, they finally get the message. My sister was in the same position I was in almost 5 years ago and she got to go to back to her town almost every freakin' day and then cry and complain once she got back home that she didn't live there.
     
    I'm the same age as she was back then, back in her hometown, and I have only dealt with the poblem. My sister didn't even freakin' go to school in the other town (my hometown) and give it a chance while I sit here now, attending the town's high school, having not gone to visit my home town in three, count them, three freakin' months. I deserve it.
     
    So around 5 o'clock, I get there.
     
    WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
     
    I'm dropped off at my friend Tom's house, and we talk for about fifteen minutes befoe leaving. Stop by my other friend's work (Bionigirl, that would be Jess ) and then reach my friend Josh's annex(?) like one apartment home above a small business. Go there, talk for about an hour seeing if any of my other amigos could join. The Amigos happens to be all busy except Josh. Casey' at a party, Fernando's busy (I think), and Justin's mom probably sent him to help his stepdad with something. Justin's mom hates us, couldn't be more fake around us. I think she's okay with me. Dunno.
     
    Anyways, I want to send my time here like I did in the good ol' days. Head over to Neighbor Brick Oven Pizza!
     
    We walk in, guess who's there?
     
    Ten friends!
     
    Considering their wasn't an open table, we had to join in.
     
    Now Josh wasn't exactly the most social one in my many known friends. He has different views on life, if not better. He's techically a straightedge. Most of everyone around the table has gotten drunk more than once and the bottles hidden in the bushes to prove it. So I stickwith talking with Josh and the girl next to me (ironically named Karlee, so the entire time, I just wish Bionigirl there) and eat the food we ordered. Unfortunately, Tom did something to mix up everything on how we were going to pay. I have about 30 dollars. Josh didn't even put in any of his money, and Tom thought he did. He jut took the money out of my wallet I handed to him and ended up putting all the money I had to pay for the tab!
     
    Now I noticed this quick, because I wasn't going to get played like that by Tom's amazing skill at math[/sarcasm] so the four girls at our table started doing the math for us.
     
    I had a simple and perfect solution.
     
    Get back our orginal amount of money, and PAY FOR OUR OWN MEALS. Easy as that. I'm nt going to pay part of their food or drink.
     
    After 10 minutes of the most stressful and yet entertaining money math problems I have ever encountered, my plan works (finally).
     
    We head over to CVS with the four girls. All just friends, because I have Bionigirl, Josh isn't really looking, and Tom perfers a different gender if you know what I mean. So we buy the few things we want at CVS. Grabbed me a Pepsi and a pack of Mint Tridents, joke around a little and we take the discussion outside.
     
    Again, I'm not gonna drop Josh. I decide to talk to him more, and then comes the highlight of the night.
     
    12-21 New England!
     
    Sorry, watching the game.
     
    Four girls come arund the corner across the street (walking of course). I'm thinking, 'Funny, I don't know them...'
     
    Apparently everyone else but Josh and I has some relation to them.
     
    The say their hi's and continue walking, but goofing off, so they must be in middle school or something.
     
    But before they get out of earshot I yell, "Hey girl! How's that fine (butt) doing?"
     
    Everyone starts laughing their (butts) off. I had to leave this night with a memory.
     
    Hour later, I've gone to Josh's annex(?) and talked with his parents who are very friendly and fun to be around. Soon after I realize that it was 8:34 PM. I was suppose to leave 34 minutes ago.
     
    Whoops...
     
    I turn on my cell phone (techically my mom's Nextel. My phone commited suicide somehow) call my mom, who tells me that my dad was waiting at Tom's house, so I call him and tell him that I'll be in the Convience Store gettin candy before I leave.
     
    My dad comes in the store before I pay for the candy. Give him the regular hug, considering we don't see each other day by day (even though we saw each other last night watching Cloverfield).
     
    "Let's go? Everyone's in the car waiting."
     
    "Wait, what? You mean Elizabeth and..."
     
    "Yeah. Come on."
     
    I stop him.
     
    "Dad, I can't. Mom wouldn't forgive me."
     
    Dad gave me a strange look, "You don't need to tell her. Keep it a secret."
     
    "No dad. Mom and Karina (my sister) know when I lie. Remember when they ound out I went to the apartment?"
     
    "But you don't need to tell them."
     
    "I never told them. They just looked in my eyes. I promised mom I wouldn't get into the car if her or Gil, or anyone of them were inside."
     
    Dad wasn't happy. He was disappointed.
     
    "Then you're just gonna stay here?"
     
    "Yeah. Might sleep over josh's house or Mom could pick me up..."
     
    After a bit of a silence, my dad says, "Tell your mom I'm tired of playing her game."
     
    Whatever game that is.
     
    "Alright."
     
    He gives me a hug, then leaves.
     
    Josh only hear of the problems with my family through my words, but he got the 'pleasure' of witnessing it.
     
    I explained the problm to him on the way back to his place (techically only 30 yards away) and once p, I called my mom and explained everything.
     
    She picks me up a half-hour later, and tells me she's proud of my decision.
     
    I just feel I took another step into life for choosing by myself.
     
    Then today...
     

     
    THE PATS ARE GOING TO THE SUPERBOWL, BABY!
     

     
     
  8. Arch-Angel

    4

    By Arch-Angel,

    Sorry about that. Chores can come and go as they please at midnight.
     
    Today started... tiring. I received only 6 or 6 and a half hours of sleep, which annoyed me that the sun as risen behind the clouds already and time decided not to take a break at 4 AM. My alarm is within five feet, clearly not arms length.
     
    I get up, listen to the radio DJ talk to a member of a local rap group, and I do my thing, awaiting for my ride to church with Guy (the man that brings me to church in my hometown) and his daughter.
     
    Isn't she cute?
     

     
    I know that girl is going to survive her cancer.
     
    Did I mention the many uses of a camera phone?
     
    To show you my uncomfortable sleep deprivation (which I can assure you comes back tomorrow at 5:40 AM), I entitle this...
     
    Without a Pillow
     

     
    My hands are in my pockets. And besides, this ain't a belly! Its a gas tank for the (butt)-whooping machine!
     
    Today just went slower and slower and so on and so forth...
     
    My days are usually FTB. For the boredom. To make this blog exciting to my readers, I try... I do...
     
    Not in homework though.
     
    I'm considering putting up a homework section on this blog to write essays, note take, et cetera, and send it to my teachers. Of course you guys can read it if it interests you and correct my mistakes... English will contain many essays. But I also need you guys to push me. Can you do that for me?
     
    ~AA
  10. Arch-Angel
    I woke up officially this afternoon at 1:10 PM. I was on my mom's bed with the phone next to me, for my mom called this morning at 9 to attempt to wake me up and remind me that my appointment with Doctor Kennings, a surgeon, to see my condition (I'll give you a hint as to what it is, in War World II it was called 'Jeep Rider's Disease').
     
    The appointment is at 1:30, twenty minutes.
     
    Jump get up, brush my teeth, pick the clothes to wear, go to the bathroom, and decide to do a quick shave. Since Wednesday, considering I wouldn't be doing anything social, I let my 5 o'clock shadow grow out into a very dark version of peach-fuzz. I slap some shaving cream on my neck and a bit on my cheeks, and make chin straps. I must say, they look good on me... I think I'll keep them until otherwise.
     
    After showing up four minutes late and doing some paperwork, I get into the office, he ejects some local anesthesia to numb the area of the infection(first time and I thought I would get temporarily KO'ed), did some procedure, patched me up, and I was on my way. Glad he did the anesthesia too, because my friend's mother had a cyst (<-another hint) too, only in the back of her leg, and she said (because without anesthesia) it hurt worse than giving birth.
     
    I come home, pockets filled with information on the thing, take a Tylenol to reduce the pain, and hop on BZP.
     
    A few hours pass and my dad comes by for our weekly night-out together (because he has the right to do so, says da law) and we go to the Natick Collection. 'Speed Racer' doesn't sound like its worth the time, and seeing some of the reviews, it wasn't. Good judgment on my part.
     
    [insert big, cocky, I-one-upped-you HA! here]
     
    Got my mom her 'Thanks For Not Getting An Abortion' Day gift (Mother's Day to you guys) I walk out of Macy's, and picked up a VERY nice shirt from American Eagle:
     

     
    Love it. Got it for 12 bucks too (clearance is wear its at).
     
    As I walked with my dad, I looked down on the floor below in the Center of the mall, and see a girl from Maynard, Sam. Its been a while, so I call down, wave to her, and she stupidly tries to start a conversation when I'm twenty to thirty feet above her. Pretty sure she started talking trash the moment I was out of sight, that being the 'perfect, better-than-you' preppy party girl that she is. Not to mention another one of the Model Preps was there too.
     
    Blog Assistants, if you rather this part says out of the entry, be my guest.
     
    The Model Preps had a split. Let me give you a character view first.
     
    Brooke - Had a crush on her, and got crushed. Then made fun of. Hate her. Hardcore drinker, and I dunno if she smokes, but I do know she celebrated 4/20 if that tells you something. Loves to be mean-spirited and insult behind one's back. Nice to anyone that meets her standards.
     
    Kathryn - Formerly sweet and innocent now lost and a tool to weed, alcohol and society, like the people she hangs out with. Unlike the others, she can think for herself but is easily influenced. Very nice girl that fell into the wrong crowd. Use to have a crush on her too. Did the one time coke with Alyssa. Unsure if addicted to said substance.
     
    Alyssa - Last year was a rookie druggie. Weed, alcohol, cigarettes, and one time coke (unsure if addicted). She has plenty of experience in drugs now. Immature and has high standard. Would like anybody that would go good with addictions.
     
    Ryann - Hardcore drinker, pot smoker. She's pretty on the outside, but inside, another better-than-you kind of girl.
     
    Sam - The blondy. The unofficial leader with Brooke. Prefers drinking than smoking. A complete fake. Expect some criticism after you turn your back from her.
     
    Brooke and Kathryn were called tools, stupid, and the 'B' word by Alyssa, Ryann, and Sam, and were also called 'scrubby'. Scrubby means unclean, filthy, inferior. You can imagine the reaction. Think is, Brooke and Kathryn didn't do anything that Alyssa, Ryann, Sam didn't. They were practically clones. Every week or two they dyed their hair a different color. They were all tools. Still are, just not friends after that.
     
    Now Alyssa, Sam, and Ryann think they're so cool when everyone sides with Brooke and Kathryn on this argument.
     
    I hate most of them, so I'm definitely enjoying this...
     
    I continue walking with dad, and see another familiar face from a distance. I speed up my walk to say hi to her, but then I see her stop, grab her boyfriend, then drag him into Spencer's, the store right next to them.
     
    I'm thinking, "Its like that? Alright then, have it your way." Walk pass the store, went into F.Y.E. and checked the price on a Nickelback CD.
     
    We have a weird past together. Mostly her making a fool out of me and this one time I got her McDonald's at the drive-thru using my bike when she couldn't go inside wearing roller blades. Its weird, like I said.
     
    After that, me and my dad decide to just cut to the dinner and we head to UNO's for dinner. Gotta say, when I asked for medium well-done when I meant just well-done, I enjoyed it less.
     
    I have a confession to make.
     
    I really enjoyed this night with my dad.
     
    Its weird. I mean, you all read my entries. The story the made me who I am. That one event over a year ago...
     
    Ah crud.
     
    Fire.
     
    Brb.
     
     
     
    Back.
     
    My apartment complex was in blazes...
     

     
    At 4:04 this morning, as in just now, we had a fire drill. Our buzzer was beeping an ear-piercing sound three times every second.
     
    My gosh how annoying.
     
    The fact its 4 AM and a drill on a Saturday morning where some people, like my mom, still have to go to work when the sun rises, is stupid enough!
     
    *angry sigh with a lot of whatever*
     
    I get up from this computer, in which I was just starting to get into that deep, emotional state I usually do in entries, walk over to my mom's door, which unknowingly is opening and my mom walks out of the darkness like a freakin' ghost and scares me a bit, we try to figure out what in the he(ck) is going on, and realize that the entire building is buzzing. She grabs blankets, tell me to get my sister (who was in the process of waking up) and a sweater. Grab the one I won from Pepsi (the Mountain Dew Zip-Up keeps me warm, thanks again Pepsi ) and I head downstairs. At this point, I know its a drill. All the doors in the hallways are closed already. I mean, seriously.
     
    Head outside the lobby and she some people either heading out or already out, and my sister, mom and I head for our Ford Explorer to stay warm. Its cold people. Because the sun is still shining on Greenland.
     
    After the alarm stops and I see everyone going back into the lobby, the we go back in, I make some chocolate milk (WITH FOUR SPOONS OF NESQUICK) and come back here, where I started this story.
     
    Yeah.
     
    Its 5 AM, I'm gonna go to sleep now...
     
    Night everyone...
     
    ~AA
  11. Arch-Angel
    What I always notice in emotional times is that you gain much experience from it and the solutions to solve them that will help you answer others when they ask for help.
     
    I just got asked too many questions and I felt a lot of stress. I didn't want to admit it, but I was stressing out from all the questions asked and it was driving me towards...
     
    When, blowing up like a firecracker.
     
    When I'm stressed, I become nostalgic (its a first time I used that word). I just think of times of the past but in the future.
     
    Like this:
     
    Small urban town, a couple of motorcycles, three of my guy friends, Bionigirl, a home, three meals a day, we rely on an alternative fuel so the economy is up, a 20 oz. Diet Pepsi only costs a dollar twenty-five, and every weekend, my friends and I go to the movies, and church on Sundays.
     
    That's what I call paradise.
     
    It gets me mad when I believe I'll never get that, and soon all I want to do is nothing but watch the TV (then I'm angry at commercials for taking so long) and be on my computer. But always, always, there is a demand for me to do something, like chores my sister is too lazy to do.
     
    I soon become a perfectionist. Yesterday, I spent all evening and most of the night looking for a Vista Theme for my Windows XP. When I downloaded the program, I never knew where to go from there. There wasn't any directions, but all the comments below from the people that downloaded it were saying "I love it!" a tiny complaint, but the good out-weighted the bad. That brought more frustration.
     
    A good night's sleep helped the storming mind I had calm down. I'm good now, but I'd rather not do that again. <<
     
    I finished cleaning my room so my mom could stop bothering me about it, and it sets a good aura. The sun's out, I'm not being bothered currently, and I'm listening to some hardcore.
     
    The song suggestions helped. Thanks guys.
     
    ~AA
  12. 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
  13. Arch-Angel
    After praying for the apartment we need, the apartment we couldn't afford, the apartment that surpassed our dreams of getting, prayer came through, and we will soon move in.
     
    My sister's boyfriend had the 6000 dollars to loan to us. We will paid him back piece by piece befre he leaves for Brazil, but good news is, we aren't living in my friend's apartment.
     
    About the whole Punch-To-The-Jaw thing, the whole thing has blown out of porportion. I have been asked too many questions today in school, and NC is shooting of his mouth.
     
    Removed. -Kohaku
     

  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.
     
    Wrestlemania just ended with many surprises, and I figure, why not give its theme song the mark of this blog?
     
    By the way, if any of you have any comments to add to the song, comment below. (I know Sora likes this one)
     
    Snow (Hey oh) by Red Hot Chili Peppers
     
    ~AA

  16. Arch-Angel
    Its been rough since the break-up, I'll admit. I mean, Wrack said it best that time heals all wounds. So don't worry about me.
     
    Because ever since, almost everyone close to me is trying to get me back in the dating game.
     

     
    Taki, Ryuu (those of you that know her), my sister, my sister's friends, my dad, my friend's dad, have been stressing how I should get back in the game.
     
    Said game would be simpler to get back into if I didn't live in the biggest town in the United States (<-Which is fact) when I used to live in the smallest town in the state.
     
    -------------------------------------------------------
     
    I got my old job back for the summer. Working with dad as a maintenance man, and the occasional fellow employee. Got $320 for the past two weeks, and I finally feel like middle class to upper middle class. Plus, I can buy a Diet Pepsi at every opportunity.
     
    -------------------------------------------------------
     
    Shut up and get used to the dash lines. I'm losing my blogging groove.
     
    -------------------------------------------------------
     
    I have a prayer request.
     
    My childhood friend, Fernanda.
     
    Used to go to Sunday School with her. We used to live in the same 'hood. Her, her sister Jessica, and I used to bike around.
     
    Love her like family.
     
     
     
     
     
    She's 16 and pregnant, and is getting married to her 23-year-old boyfriend.
     
    ~AA
  18. Arch-Angel

    Get A Girl?

    By Arch-Angel,

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

  19. Arch-Angel
    My Memorial Day Weekend was...
     
    fun.
     
    Saturday was a beautiful day. So beautiful, I wish I was where the tornadoes were. Its a guilty feeling. I always wanted to know the experience of being at Ground Zero of a tornado disaster. Its a horrible thing to go through I'm sure.
     
    Keep them in your prayers...
     
    I was called up by an old church friend, Saulo. He was a second father to me when I was younger, now more of a good friend. He always invited me to play baseball (and keep in mine we're Brazilian Soccer Natives!) when he remembers, but before I usually had something else planned for the day. Saturday though, I had nothing to do, and I now have a growing love for baseball. Love the sport...
     
    That basically wraps up Saturday in a nut shell.
     
    Sunday was GREAT. Ended beautifully too. I went back to my hometown Maynard for Fellowship Sunday at church (service followed by lunch, maybe a movie, a game of Scribble...) and right after finishing my lunch, I said goodbye and headed downtown...
     
    After passing by some familiar faces, and finding out that both my good friends Tom and Josh weren't home, I decide to try one more person...
     
    Casey was on his grass driveway, finishing up washing his family's car. We talk and et cetera, like the good old days. In a nutshell, I spent the day with him, and found out about the exercise play Wii Sports can bring!
     
    Love boxing...
     
    After a good fun day, I head home and talk to the girl I've been dying to talk to. You know who you are. *coughBionigirlcough*
     
    Yesterday was nothing short but a day to think about the future, as in today. The entire weekend this was the main thought.
     
    What will happen on Tuesday of May 27th?
     
    Nothing.
     
    Absolutely nothing related to the last entry.
     
    I guess the prayer worked. Thank you everyone, and thank God.
     
    ~AA
  20. 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
  21. Arch-Angel
    Right now, I turned off my music to type this.
     
    The past two days have been a bit difficult. Doing my homework, doing chores, hanging out with friends, and doing what I have to do on BZP.
     
    But everyday, exhausted or not, I sit down on this chair and listen to my music.
     
    I'm pretty sure not many of you listen to Hip-Hop, Rap, or R&B. Most of you have your,"92% of people have moved on to rap, if you're one of the 8% the listens to real music, put this in your profile/blog/signature."
     
    Now thats just rude.
     
    You see us hating you? No. We like a beat like you like a guitar. You say Rap and Hip-Hop isn't music?
     
    Its entertaining, it has emotion, it has lyrics. Its music.
     
    I say you stop hatin'. You can listen to your music, I'll listen to mine.
     
    "45% of people have moved on to Rap and Hip-Hop, another 45% still listens to rock. If you are one of the 10% that Party Like A Rockstar, put this in your profile/blog/signature."
     

  23. Arch-Angel
    Tomorrow is the 54th Weekly Blog Award I've been aimming for for weeks. Its going to be a heart-pounder...
     
    The passed two days have no been fun... at all. All except getting my uncle and aunt from the Logan Airport today then eating at a Brazilian Buffet was the most exciting thing I've done.
     
    Although, there was this one incident yesterday.
     
    That morning I was running very late. Just got the amount of sleep I needed to get through the day without taking a desk nap (meaning sleeping during school) but with one problem.
     
    I had 15 minutes before the bus left and I needed to shave with the add-on I didn't check for everything I needed for the day.
     
    Making a good shave in the morning (being as tired as I can be and trying to be aware of the clock too) is a good 10 minutes at least. I don't shave at night cause I don't like 5 o'clock shadows.
     
    5 minutes left. At least I got my clothes ready. Grabbed my watch, jacket, money, body spray, deodorant...
     
    "Where's my freakin' wallet?"
     
    My wallet contains no money. Nothing valuable unless you want a High School Discount Card and a CVS Extra Care Card. Maybe the American Eagle Points Card thingy.
     
    But the one thing I need the most...
     
    The keycard.
     
    You see, if you are reading this post for the first time, or have just started reading this long and emotionally distraught blog from start to finish, then I guess I should tell you now that I live in an 3-bedroom apartment. Hard to find, hard to afford, trust me, borrowing 6 grand and slowly paying it back isn't easy. But the important thing about the story here, I live in a freakin' apartment.
     
    If you ever been to an apartment complex before, whether visiting a friend so you could use their pool pass during the summer or you actually live in one, then you know that you either have a code to punch in to get in or a keycard to swipe so the door would be unlocked temperarily.
     
    I, my friend, leave it in my wallet. And I only misplace my wallet, never lose it (not yet anyways).
     
    I decide to forget about it and hope that the door stays unlocked after closing from the last person to walk inside (occasionally it happens) and go on ahead to chase the bus.
     
    I don't make half-way before I see the bus taking off.
     
    I go home, kind guy leaves the door open for me as he's stepping out, I tell madre, she's irratated, and in an hour, I head to school.
     
    Fast forward, I get off the bus, an the entire time, I'm worrying about how to get in. I hope the door is open in that rare state, or I come around just as someone's coming in.
     
    Well, no such luck.
     
    I'm in the lobby entrance hoping for someone to come in or head out.
     
    Finally, a car goes inside the garage. I sowly get out of the lobby, wait for the person to get close to the door.
     
    Its a reddish-hair elderly lady. Not majorly old, but plenty old enough to be under the catagory "More-Life-Expericenced" so my mind automatically sets to much respect for her.
     
    "Excuse me, could you open the door for me?"
     
    "Why?"
     
    "I forgot my wallet in my apartment, which has my card."
     
    "What apartment?"
     
    "122."
     
    "Well, your name should be on the list."
     
    "We haven't lived here long, and they didn't change the papers."
     
    We are referring to the list on the wall of the last names of supposely everyone that lives here along with a number to call to that person's phone.
     
    We go to that list in the lobby entrance and of course, my name isn't there.
     
    "Your name isn't here."
     
    "Ma'am, I have my key right here. I live on the first floor. I just forgot my card."
     
    She looks at me with these eyes, thinking she knows I'm lying, and says in a voice that people say just to tick another person off...
     
    "You don't live here."
     
    Slap to the face! Thats just rude. She then said the following.
     
    "I'm sorry, but I can't let you in."
     
    You see, if she only just said that, that would be fine. But no, she's right, I'm wrong, end of the line. She walks out of the Lobby Entrance and goes through the Garage Entrance just to make sure I don't go in.
     
    I understand why she didn't let me in, but to speak in an attitude like that is inexcusable.
     
    Lesson for All: Never become that person.
     
    Song of the Day tomorrow...
     

  24. Arch-Angel
    WARNING: If you can stand to read a Bones Entry, then you can read. I just hope I keep your attention.
     
    Forgive me for not blogging when it happens on the same day. Its a problem I've been trying to work out.
     
    Last Sunday provided me with a final challenge before I was able to fall into a deep slumber to be awaken by JAM'N 94.5 with the Morning Show. The challenge?
     
    Getting to sleep.
     
    I truly am sleep diprived. I'm used to going to sleep by 11PM depending if I'm reading my book(s). Unfortunately, I wake up with the rising sun at 5:40AM every weekday. Due to this lack of sleep, I'm constantly being yelled at by my mom for taking 'naps'. Why won't she let me sleep to my heart's content?
     
    Because my biological clock believe in no naps. Its either 'out like a light' or 'hammer to the light bulb' (same conspect more or less).
     
    Because of this fatigue, I was plagued yesterday by memory loss. That day, my mind refused to dig through the files of last Thursday and beginning of Friday. I spent the day during my free time retracing my steps. First off, Friday Night Smackdown! was a memory I could start at. From there, I went back with TV shows, conversations, and other things. Notice that I have no blog entry on last Thursday for good reason. I missed the bus and my mom gave up on bothering to bring me there when she failed to lift herself from her bed because she was up until 4AM. What a role-model.
     
    The memory blank haunted me during my school day as I tried to see what I missed out from my education that my teacher(s) agree I won't need in the future.
     
    Though I had no idea what I missed in Geometry, that became my least concern when we got our latest test back from correcting. I was given an A+ for my effort with a beauty of a 96 per-freakin'-cent. Only two questions wrong because the first one was a trick question I almost got. The second I did again in my head, I found out. I was impatient with it at the time, because it was the multi-answer kind of question. The state test, the MCAS (would have a funny acronym inserted here but I failed doing so), have questions like that. Only on that test I take no joke towards. This is my final year taking it and I plan to get it off my shoulders once next week comes along and the pracitally considered holy test is taken.
     
    Its about as overrated as Hannah Montana and High School Musical. AND THATS OVERRATED.
     
    Right now I'm learning about the Civil Rights Movement. Rosa Park's refusal to go to the back of the bus, the N double-A C P (NAACP), Martin Luther King Jr., Malcolm X, the Little Rock 9, and what captured me the most...
     
    Sit-Ins.
     

     
    During one of the sit-ins, the four above sat on the counter seats and asked for their orders, but immediately the waitresses rounded up and went to the back. Why?
     
    They knew what was coming.
     
    Prior to this, they called the media. News stations and newspapers were given news of a sit-in. They weren't complaining, they were about to get something big!
     
    'Why? A bunch of people sit where they are wrongly told not to be is suppose to be big?'
     
    It is when a mob of white people formed.
     
    They grew up in an environment telling them they were superior than African Americans, Latinos, and just about every race but white. They couldn't tell you why. When one tried, they admit that they fail to give a good reason as to why. Its a strange hate. Its what they've been told was right for years! It physcology.
     
    Well, during the sit-ins and the forming of the mobs, all around them were angry shouts, shoves, racist remarks, and just about everything in between but the serving of food. Soon enough, as the African Americans stayed seated without giving a word to them or turning around but only to see if something was happening other than the current harassment, it broke out into violence. The protesters were taken off their seats and surrounded by angry white men who took it upon themselves to kick, punch, and basically beat them to a pulp. After a while, the State Troopers who should outside the window watching everything came in and took his time to stop the violence. He rested the protesting African Americans, the ones who done nothing but refuse to move from their spots in the diner, and they were found guilty of disturbing the peace and were sent to prison for I believe 33 days.
     
    That kind of thing is amazing. Watching the video of them getting stomped, hit in the head, beaten, and not fighting back? I'm sorry, but if that were me, I would've died because I would've punched, kicked, elbow, judo-chop Austin Powers style everyone around before being overpowered and most likely shot between the eyes.
     
    The day of learning would continue on towards Health class where we are now learning about stress and how to deal with it. Physcial, mental, emotional, et cetera (<- thats right, no etc. because I want to show I'm smart!). Some healthy things to do under emotional stress is vent, talk about it, don't harm yourself (cutting yourself, smoking, drinking, drugs ((why am I taking this class if I taught myself this AND live by it since I was freakin', I dunno, 8?)) ) and one of the best ways is crying. Obvisiously I support that part fully in this entry. Find the purple-colored text where Nukora edited out a part. *Knuckles Nukora* We still cool though.
     
    During one of times as I talk to Josh who's next to me about the Chi in everyone currently, and the room in general with whats being discussed, I turn and see my friend, Kat. Quiet, still, looking straight ahead, and the sun from the window providing light in the dark room (using a projector on the board) reflecting off the trail of a tear on her cheek. This isn't the first time is cried in class. During my first days in there, she walked out of class in tears. I ponder in my head as to the stress in her life. It makes me feel quite sad, because I used to constantly be in her position. I cannot count the amount of times I started crying in class. Most notable one was back in the sixth grade, where my dad said, 'Its like you're not my son anymore,' before I walked out of the car without bothering with a goodbye and eventually the emotional bleeding in my heart couldn't hold any longer and it bursted. Didn't make it 45 seconds in English before Ms. Duseano helped me up and brought me outside to await a couselor. Reason I remember that was because that day I got the best emotional help to provide. A special ed. teacher whom's name was Paula just told me everything I had to hear. She explained that adults sometimes say things they don't mean. It helped me more than I can imagine. If she ever reads this, I hope she knows that I'm entirely grateful in what she did for me.
     
    Everytime I see someone cry, I remember that day almost vividly.
     
    Saint Patrick, Saint Patrick...
     
    Why are you a saint again?
     
    I only celebrate the Holidays I have off, and I'm Brazilian, I look good in green, but have nothing in green to where on a day with the wind chill about 15 degrees.
     
    Instead I think of drunk small men who I'd love to have a conversation with.
     
    Leprechauns.
     
    I love them. They remind me of myself minus the green, small stature, hat and shoes, usual pipe, and a crotch filled with gold coins (and the price of gold is very high up! What is it like, an onuce is about a grand?)
     
    And they are considered male fairies mind you.
     

     
    There you have it. This should change that campaign around a bit.
     
    "Kiss me, I'm Irish!"
     
    "Stand still, I'm Brazilian!"
     
    "What?"
     

     
    ~AA
  25. Arch-Angel

    Summer Marathon

    By Arch-Angel,

    I plan to exercise constantly as to get in (literally) a better shape. I'm overweight, not obese, but I will admit, I got more flab than anything else on me right now, and when I look at myself in the mirror with my shirt off, belly round and manboobs included (not extremely people, come on now) I don't want that.
     
    Now before, I was in much better shape. In June 2007, I started running in the woods to lose baggage and to look better to appeal to the opposite sex. Exercise, eating healthier, wearing clothes that made me look thinner (Hollister). Now, I have a girlfriend that loves me, and I love her back, and motivation started losing its grip. Christmas comes around, and thats the end of the story. FORGET ABOUT IT.
     
    Today, it is June 1st, 2008. I vary from 225 to 230 pounds, like I did last year. October 2007, I weight my lowest that year at 210 pounds. Twenty pounds in five months.
     
    This year, I'm aiming for lower.
     
    By the end of this year, I plan to weight 200 to 210 pounds.
     
    And the weather will help.

    Week 1, June 1st-7th.
     
    One mile run: Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday. Extra running for self enjoyment will NOT be counted.
     
    Week 2, June 8th-14th.
     
    One mile plus half run: Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday. Extra running for self enjoyment will NOT be counted.

    Week 3, June 15th-21st.
     
    One mile plus half run: Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday. Extra running for self enjoyment will NOT be counted.

    Week 4, June 22nd-28th.
     
    Two mile run: Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday. Extra running for self enjoyment will NOT be counted.
     
    Week 5, June 29th-July 5th.
     
    Two mile run: Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday. Extra running for self enjoyment will NOT be counted.

    Week 6, July 6th-12th.
     
    Two mile run: Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday. Extra running for self enjoyment will NOT be counted.

    Week 7, July 13th-19th.
     
    Two mile, one half run: Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday. Extra running for self enjoyment will NOT be counted.
     
    Week 8, July 18th-26th.
     
    Two mile, one half run: Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday. Extra running for self enjoyment will NOT be counted.

    Week 9, July 27th-August 2nd.
     
    Three mile run: Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday. Extra running for self enjoyment will NOT be counted.

    Week 10, August 3rd-9th.
     
    Three mile run: Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday. Extra running for self enjoyment will NOT be counted.

    Week 11, August 10th-16th.
     
    Three mile run: Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday. Extra running for self enjoyment will NOT be counted.

    Week 12, August 17th-23rd.
     
    Three mile run: Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday. Extra running for self enjoyment will NOT be counted.

    Week 13, August 24th-30th.
     
    Three mile, one half run: Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday. Extra running for self enjoyment will NOT be counted.

    Week 14, August 31th-September 6th.
     
    Three mile, one half run: Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday. Extra running for self enjoyment will NOT be counted.
     
    Diet Plan:
     
    Avoid fast food at all costs.
     
    Eat half plate at dinner.
     
    Different fruit.
     
    Milk and cereal(low sugar).
     
    Avoid candies, sweets, et cetera.
     
    Small popcorn and Diet Cola at theaters.
     
     
     
     
    Thats this summer's checklist everyone. Let's hope I do well.
     
    ~AA
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