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  1. Arch-Angel
    You remember the 'I Miss' entry I made on Monday. Well, I asked my mom to call him, see if he wanted to talk to me. He said he wasn't ready to talk to me, that he was still upset at what I said to him. My mom had mixed feelings herself, she wanted me to talk to my dad and apologize, and when she heard that from him, she was a bit ticked. The fact he was upset over that, when he's done so much more worse to us.
     
    I'm truly confused as to what to think.
     
    Just right now, my mom got the mail and with it, a letter from dad. She opened it as I watched, showing three checks. One of the 140 dollars he owed me (he had to borrow some money momentarily to settle some debt in his bank account), another one for 56 dollars being the money I earned last Monday (the day before the... you know... thing), and the Child Support check for 180 dollars.
     
    I feel like he's settling his debt to me and getting rid of me.
     
    I fear it'll be a month or more until I hear his voice again...
     
    ...Sometimes I wish I can forget about him.
     
    ~AA
  2. Arch-Angel
    Tonight was fun, really.
     
    And at the end, educational.
     
    This year was filled with click flicks. Sex and the City, What Happens In Vegas, etc.
     
    Though once every year, Hollywood makes one movie that justifies everything for the male side of the race.
     
    Last year's was 300.
     
    This year's...
     
    WANTED.
     
    Full review on it, later...
     
    The end of the night, after my dad and I eat at UNO (Rattlesnake Pasta, no jalapenos por favor) plus grab some things from CVS (I pronounce it completely. Cv's.) he talked to me some in the car before I step into the lobby of the apartment. He asks a few things just about everything I've done or am going to do, and we part ways.
     
    I told him about my new routine, which is going to the park near downtown and play baseball with the guys I've known my entire life. I tell him I first got into it because of Saulo. Saulo, I've known for as long as I remember. He's like another dad (and a freakin' good one too) to me. Love the guy. He's fun, he's nice, I've worked with him too before working for my dad last year when I was around 12 or 13. He was great. I truly love the guy like family, never done me wrong.
     
    So when I tell my dad that Saulo invited a couple weeks back to play ball, he starts going on...
     
    He say's that after the whole thing, Saulo started to treat him much differently.
     
    When he was driving around, he saw Saulo pass him by going around the corner. They obviously saw each other. My dad waved and said, "Hey, Saulo!" and Saulo gave him the cold shoulder. A complete ignore. Turns away, and keeps driving.
     
    Another time, they were in the same aisle at Home Depot, and my dad greeted him like before, and the cold shoulder. Saulo's aware of everything around him. He doesn't wander off in thought, he pays attention to many things.
     
    Dad goes on to say that Saulo shouldn't judge him for leaving my mom. He says that he should mind his business, because someday he's going to need him and he will give the cold shoulder to that. He used a Brazilian expression, "You can't plant beans and expect rice. You can't plant apples and expect to get oranges."
     
    After some trailing off that topic and me FINALLY leaving his SUV, I told my mom this, and she said the following:
     
    "Saulo use to look up to dad when he was a pastor, like dad was a great guy. After the thing, he was broken."
     
    It seems that my father broke more hearts than I thought.
     
     
     
     
     
    Sometimes I wonder...
     
    Sometimes I worry...
     
    I'm afraid, really.
     
    I have bad daydreams where I consider the concept of what if I done what my dad did to my future wife and kids?
     
    I even talked to Omi about this, a little. I told him I'm afraid to be a dad. If I have a daughter, I don't want her to be the high school my mom. If I have a son, I don't want him to be an alcoholic, pot smoking, druggie or drug seller. I don't want him cutting his wrists when he's super stressed. I don't want him to a fool. Nor my daughter. Those are the two biggest fears in my future life.
     
    I sometime think that I should spare my wife and kids the trouble. Never get married, never have kids, nothing. Live my life, and move on to the next (<-too Christian for ya?). But Omi said I should take the risk. There's a chance I won't do what my dad did, and there's a chance I won't have that happen.
     
    His words are encouraging, but the fear still lingers.
     
    Especially with how good of a friend I apparently am with everyone. I believe when someone asks for something, give them twice of whats expected. Hendrick, friend of mine back in Maynard (mentioned him once before), talked about how good of a friend I was because I bought him lunch at MickyD's just so we could stay the place and talk. Friend of mine, Kory, says I'm amazing sometimes. Lluvio said the same.
     
    Now what would happen if I pulled a Dad and break all their hearts?
     
    I feel my betrayal of you all coming. I know it.
     
    I feel like one day, at the peak of life, when everything is going great... I got wife that loves me, I got the kids that want to be me, and I got the friends who never want to leave my side, that I'll commit one single action that'll break whatever foundation they had with me, and it all goes to heck.
     
    My dad did that.
     
    Eventually, I'm pretty sure I will too...
     
    ~AA
  3. 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
  4. Arch-Angel
    Today and yesterday...
     
    The finger to it all.
     
    I'm just not in a tolerable mood. I can't even stand -Ihu- right now.
     
    Still surprised his ### ain't banned yet...
     
    While getting breakfast at Panera Bread, my sister and I got my mom a gift in the form of...
     
    An Edible Arrangement.
     

     
    Needless to say she was surprised once we walked through the door. Jaw dropped with a gasp. Happy moment.
     
    Then the fire alarm went off, for the second time that day.
     
    My mom was at a level of (ticked) off I have ever seen.
     
    We go outside the apartment building, get inside her Explorer, talk and eat our lunch/breakfast/brunch. This alarm was taking a long time and so were the firemen. After a total of twenty-five minutes, instead of fifteen from the 4 AM one, we go back inside, eat the fruit off the edible arrangement, and I head on BZP.
     
    Two hours pass...
     
    Another fire drill.
     
    "Are you kidding me?!" Came a cry from the living room by my mom.
     
    She goes inside my room, the ear-pitching sound of our alarm running through our once peacefully sound area everywhere. She tells me we have to leave again.
     
    I laugh and continue my BZPing.
     
    After some time, I go out on the porch, and being on the first floor, listen to the tiny group of our neighbors below. The fire truck, yet again, comes by and talks to the officials. The alarm is off by ten minutes.
     
    "See you all at 2 AM," said a man in the crowd. Everyone laughed, or at least chuckled.
     
    Later on in the night, I watched 'What Happens In Vegas'... funny, but nothing really funny. Iron Man has better laughs than this one. It was a grin and a chuckle after another. And I forgot the fact that its a romantic comedy.
     
    Today, I wake up at noon like I did yesterday and got ready to go out with the family (mom and sis because we all know about my father) to the Old Country Buffet about a half hour away.
     
    After an hour of waiting for my sister to get ready, we leave. Once there, the line stretched about thirty feet and another twenty for people waiting for a table. We decide, "Screw it, lets find another place."
     
    Although finding a different place to eat with a tight budget isn't easy. Especially since Friendly's had Coca-Cola, and the waitress gave me a refill of the regular, not the tolerable diet. I don't complain to waitresses for two reasons. One, they are really busy most of the time (and the place was packed). Two, you should never mess with the people that handle your food.
     
    This is a checkpoint for all you people that only skim my entries.
     
    We start heading home, and unknowing to me, they decide to go to the Natick Collection (big mall) and we happen to drive pass the all-to-recognizable direction to my old town of Maynard (which was where Extreme Makeover Home Edition took place on TV today) and I, already annoyed at the fact that I should have been home by now, start getting homesick.
     
    The entire time of the ride, two motorcyclists were in front of us. One in a Harvey, the other (a wild guess) a Kawasaki. Looked like they were friends. The had me in reminiscing mood...
     
    I use to imagine my friends and I, the Amigos, with motorcycles when we were older. Just the four of us. We use to bike every summer together, for the fun of it. Occasional races, going down the roads as fast as we could, me literally playing in traffic. It was the closest we got to summer happiest without going to the beach. Maybe it was summer happiest. Those memories lasted the most. I hope I never forget them. The guys, the bike rides, the stops at each others houses, playing baseball, basketball, whatever.
     
    Those guys were awesome. I love'em like brothers.
     
    The trip home lasted too long. After the mall where my sister didn't buy anything (prices for shoes these days at a size 9...) we head home. Un-freakin'-fortunately, roadwork (to put in new asphalt) is being done up the entire section of our part of Route 9, with our apartment complex on the other side. We had to drive an extra three miles up the highway to turn around and take the backroad. Even better, my sister wanted to go to CVS (which we passed getting onto our part of the highway) and get some things. After thirty minutes of this cr(ud), she buys her things, I redeem myself from the Coca-Cola eariler with a Diet Pepsi and we take the backroad to our apartment.
     
    What a day.
     
    Also, I got more bad news.
     
    I am almost 100% sure I'm going to stay back a year.
     
    I got a lot of anger at many people, things, and including myself.
     
    I feel like my book has ended. Like the last scene of the movie already played and I'm leading up to the bad sequel. You know those movies where the protagonist dies at the end?
     
    Lucky...
     
    All I want are my friends, my bike, my town, and my girl.
     
    And I feel like I'll probably never get to see any of it in the foreseeable future.
     
    And I got school and Mr. McNeill tomorrow, only to have the man call me a fool. I already know this.
     
    This time, if he pulls anything, I'm telling him to shut the #### up.
     
    ~AA
  5. Arch-Angel

    In Memory Of All

    By Arch-Angel,

    I got emotional last night. After my last entry, I soon started crying. I couldn't stop thinking about hm.
     
    Still can't.
     
    The morning, lunch, after school, he's still in my heart for some reason.
     
    Something about Beliwa that just...cracked me open again.
     
    I've decided to leave something in memory of him. But not just him. Everyone that I knew that has passed away. I never knew Beliwa, but I was connected with him in some way. I mourned his passing, as I did others. I never want to forget them.
     
    I made this.
     
    Each dove in my content block represents everyone I knew that has passed. I never want to forget them, and with these, I never will.
     

     

    [IMG=http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v439/messager/InMemoryOfThosePassed.png]
     

     

    [IMG=http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v439/messager/InMemoryOfThosePassed2.png]
     
    Maybe you'll use them too.
     

  6. Arch-Angel

    Interview With Omi

    By Arch-Angel,

    This started out as a simple discussion yesterday that somewhere in the middle ended up as an interview.
     
    NOTE: He wanted me to correct his chat-speak for this one.
     

    Just so you know, Toaraga PMed me.
     
    Speaking of the Moderator, Toaraga's B-Day is.... TODAY!
     

  7. Arch-Angel
    During previous Premier Membership, I mentioned the new classes I got for the second school semester. The new electives are Transportation Technology and Lifetime Activities. I thought Lifetime Activites was Acting first of all. The guidance counselor got me confused and I forgot the class.
     
    Anyways, I decide not to leave the class on the count as it provides extra fitness for me. I need it since my knees have started hurting tremendously. So I've stopped goin to the gym and currently weigt in at about 228. Back to the previous weight I've had last year. Got to say I'm glad it doesn't show as bad as Tom told me If we were to meet today, he'd think I was 190 at most.
     
    ...Still wish I was back at 215...
     
    Back to the original topic.
     
    After we finished Ping Pong (or as the Chinese say: Ping Pong) we started playing Volleyball.
     
    Now, I'm Brazilian, and naturally growing around Brazilians, I love Volleyball. It the one sport where I can hit the ball with my hand and get some praise.
     
    Now around the time of learning how to play, my mom is able to by me a pair of knee braces (Praise the Lord!) and my knees feel better. Though it does sweat a lot underneath the fabric. And when the velcro loosens, it painfully goes up against my skin, thus having to adjust to my pleasure yet again. Its worth it I guess.
     
    Our team started strong, though yesterday started losing. It was hard to tell who was going for the ball considering everyone forgot the communication idea by saying "Got it!".
     
    And yours truly took a lot of crud from the team for the reason being that we didn't talk. So it wasn't until after gym we realized what we should've done to fix that problem.
     
    That got me steamed inside, outside I didn't show it.
     
    The last game, we went up against what you can say is a team that likes to taunt. Or the 'captain' of the team anyways. Started calling me Knees, Knee Pads, Pads...
     
    Many a time I wanted to grab the volleyball and give a threat no suitable for BZP. (thats right Nukora, I contained myself)
     
    Though I didn't get the chances, the last time he did, I came up to the net (being in the front row) and stared hm down. I think he got the message.
     
    The Monday continued to prove just as bad as I knew it would. The five hours after Lifetime Activites just showed me how much I truly hate high school education.
     
    Why can't I get on a plane and crash land on the Destiny Islands of Kingdom Hearts? They always looked so calm, carefree, and simple...
     
    ~AA
     
     
  8. Arch-Angel
    My madre spending a wad of cash for the 'spirit' of Christmas.
     
    Mom is a bargain hunter. But to the point the bargain is useless and she spends too much. Dunno where she even gets the cash!
     
    Anyways, I was spent to the point of getting a headache, but after an aspirin, I'm good.
     
    But seriously, everyone.
     
    Before, Christmas was about spending the day with the Family, eating wonderful food, having a couple snowball fights, make a snowman, sit in the living room watching Christmas Specials while having a sweater with a perfect temperature...
     
    Ahh... the good old days...
     
    Speaking of which, I want to bring by the old school BZP sig fad!
     
    [IIIII0III0[}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}})
     
    The text-made Lightsaber...
     

     
     
  9. Arch-Angel

    It Ends Tonight

    By Arch-Angel,

    Its another Friday, and another time where my father wants to spend time with me.
     
    Fortunately, I use it to my advantage.
     
    I plan to watch the long-awaited Cloverfield, as is like... every person thats seen the trailer. I've actually advertised it in my homeroom when I write the date on the board for my homeroom teacher.
     
    I think I should've put it down so when I get to the theatre, the tickets aren't sold out. BUT, I have a counter. I'm buying the tickets, getting dinner with him, then, go watch the movie. Time I buy the tickets? Hour or two before!
     
    WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! I feel smart!
     
    Omi, go to the AMC in Framingham/Natick, got it?
     
    Though, there are chances my unfailable plan could fail. So, I will watch 'Atonement'... an hour and a half after Cloverfield starts. (Cloverfield - 8:00 PM, Atonement - 9:25 PM)
     
    Well, we'll see how that'll work out.
     
    This morning in homeroom, we got our new schedule for the second semester... yay...?
     
    History (of course)
    Biology (of course)
    Acting (New!)
    Spanish 2 (wait, what? I'm not suppose to be taking that this year!!)
    Geometry (of course)
    English (of course)
    Health (must-have, unknown where the heck it is...)
     
    Only updates this morning, so I'll be seein' ya...
     
    ~AA
  10. Arch-Angel
    The following took place last night (July 3rd). Its been edited by staff member Kohaku, and double-checked by Makaru to make sure it stayed well within the rules.
     
    I forgot to press F2 for the time of each IM, but keep in mind, the further it went, the longer it took for each IM.
     
     
     
     
     
    bionigirl: I know...I'm late. I'm very sorry.
     
    Jon Batista 91: its alright =)

    bionigirl: Carnival tomorrow. This one guy I met that lives down the road keeps asking me.
     
    bionigirl: I hear that there was something between you and some other girl?

    bionigirl: Care to tell me about that?
     
    Jon Batista 91: yeah...
     
    Jon Batista 91: I had this small crush on this girl way back in my old town. Before you and I we're in a relationship, I had a thought in asking her out. I just recently talked to her on AIM and I found out I still have a small crush on her. Half of my conscience wanted to ask her out, the other half slapped me in the face and reminded me of who I really loved.
     
    bionigirl: Hundreds of miles away.
     
    Jon Batista 91: since then (last night) I've been thinking about it.

    Jon Batista 91: I felt like I almost took the same steps as my dad
     
    bionigirl: Jon, can I ask you something serious?
     
    Jon Batista 91: yeah

    bionigirl: Have you ever thought about breaking up with me?
     
    Jon Batista 91: never!

    Jon Batista 91: My only fear is you breaking up with me

    Jon Batista 91: and me cheating on you. ><

    bionigirl: Haha.
     
    Jon Batista 91: I was watching the news the other day
     
    Jon Batista 91: and they had a segment on the warm weather and show a clip of the beach
     
    Jon Batista 91: during a sunset
     
    Jon Batista 91: every sunset I see, whether in real life or TV, I always think of you there at my side as we watch it
     
    bionigirl: Is that healthy for you, Jon? I read your blog, I talk to Phil. You love me, and you know I love you. But...you love me so much...well, I love you...It's just hard to understand where you're basing your love.
     
    Jon Batista 91: I don't know...
     
    Jon Batista 91: When we were talking back in November, I found you as the perfect girl
     
    Jon Batista 91: funny, smart, wise, and beautiful
     
    bionigirl: You make me sound like a mother.
     
    Jon Batista 91: XD

    Jon Batista 91: well, I always imagine us together
     
    Jon Batista 91: and I just want to show you that I love you
     
    Jon Batista 91: so everything in that blog

    Jon Batista 91: is just me venting how I long for that day we see each other in person
     
    bionigirl: Tell me about the girl.

    Jon Batista 91: back in Maynard, we talked to each other through friends, and I always found her fun and cute
     
    Jon Batista 91: she grew up, and became a lot of things I'm not
     
    Jon Batista 91: so I stayed away from her a bit, but I talked to her
     
    Jon Batista 91: she's got a good personality, yeah
     
    Jon Batista 91: and she's attractive
     
    Jon Batista 91: so basically my conscience stopped the hormones from kicking in and doing the wrong thing
     
    bionigirl: But, why were you tempted to ask her out the other day?
     
    bionigirl: I know it's probably embarrassing, but could you explain that a little more?
     
    Jon Batista 91: I wanted to go out with her, and get lucky
     
    Bionigirl: Jon...I want you to be happy.
     
    Jon Batista 91: I am happy
     
    Jon Batista 91: its just being a boy at 16 that stinks ><
     
    Bionigirl: Jon, I want you to be in a normal relationship. With dates and kissing and fights and expressible love...
     
    Bionigirl: Yes, that's a word.
     
    Jon Batista 91: but Karley...
     
    Jon Batista 91: I'd rather wait to have those with you
     
    Bionigirl: But how do you know?
     
    Bionigirl: How do you know you'd rather wait? What if...what if there's someone out there actually better than me?
     
    Bionigirl: Because trust me, I'm a pretty messed up gal.
     
    Jon Batista 91: lol
     
    Jon Batista 91: I like a girl with faults
     
    Bionigirl: When it comes down to it, no matter how much I love you...I can't stand to think about how much I'm keeping you from.
     
    Bionigirl: You obviously know where I'm going with this...
     
    Jon Batista 91: yes...

    Bionigirl: You know I love you. But...we're kids. And life isn't easy. I can't stay in any actual relationships because of my moving around constantly, besides you. And I know you'd want me to pray about this before I made any decisions.
     
    Bionigirl: So every night I prayed. And every night it became more clear to me that I'm hurting you, even if you don't realize it, by loving you and keeping you to myself. Because while I want to be loved, I care about you so much that I don't want you to have to be "alone" without me forever.
     
    Jon Batista 91: so you want to break up?
     
    Bionigirl: So if that comparison you made was correct, I feel like in the way that I will sacrifice the love of my life, the most amazing, selfless, wonderful, talented, loving, cute, adorable, and strong man that I think about all day, because even though I know this hurts (trust me, I know), I want you to live and go through trials and experiences. And if after that you honestly say you haven't been happy without dating me, then we'll consider where we're going.
     
    Bionigirl: But yes, Jon. I do. But I'm not a total heartbreaker. I'll let you say every negative though, the worst things you're thinking. I want you to not restrain yourself.
     
    Jon Batista 91: why do you have to be so smart?
     
    Bionigirl: So I don't get shot when I'm not looking.
     
    Jon Batista 91: every love song... It was you. Every moment I spent talking with another girl, you were there controlling me... and I never felt alone in a room when there was you, staring back on my Zune background
     
    Bionigirl: By the way, my hair is red, now. If I can sneak you a picture, I'm sure you'd enjoy how funky it looks. Cassey messed it up. It was the last time I saw her.
     
    Jon Batista 91: I'd like that...
     
    Bionigirl: I want you to have the...honor, if thats what you can call this, of doing the deed, Jonathan.
     
    Jon Batista 91: the deed?
     
    Bionigirl: The breaking up...
     
    Jon Batista 91: thought so
     
    Bionigirl: Wait...
     
    Bionigirl: before you do...
     
    Bionigirl: *kisses Jon with her heart*
     
    Bionigirl: Okay...you can do it now.
     
    Jon Batista 91: Karley
     
    Jon Batista 91: many nightmares were there about what would happen on this day
     
    Jon Batista 91: unfortunately, they were more visions
     
    Jon Batista 91: I don't know if the dreams of us together in the future were visions as well

    Jon Batista 91: but I pray so
     
    Jon Batista 91: but today
     
    Jon Batista 91: we're only friendss'
     
    Jon Batista 91: find another boy
     
    Jon Batista 91: someone you can stay with
     
    Jon Batista 91: be happy

    Jon Batista 91: if you happened to get married, I'm not sure I'll be there

    Jon Batista 91: but I will live my life knowing that you're happy
     
    Jon Batista 91: so today, you are not my girlfriend
     
    Jon Batista 91: nor am I your boyfriend
     
    Bionigirl: I'll always love you, Jon. Don't ever doubt that. But I want you to have a life...try to love without me.
     
    Jon Batista 91: thats as easy as trying to live without a beating heart
     
    Bionigirl: I feel bad, Jonny. You know I do.
     
    Jon Batista 91: I know...
     
    Jon Batista 91: you know
     
    Jon Batista 91: I don't think there's a song for this one...
     
    Bionigirl: Phil'd know.
     
    Bionigirl: I'll be online during the summer. We are gonna stay friends, be sure of that. Because it's the only way to get through the pain. Night, Jonny. Talk to you soon.
     
    Jon Batista 91: night Karley...
     
     
     
     
    " we're only friendss' " part was probably the hardest and longest time I took for three words to get out.
     
    I was drinking a Diet Pepsi at the time. It tasted like what it exactly is; chemicals. I emptied the can and threw it on the ground.
     
    I've shed my tears.
     
    Twenty-four hours later, I put on a fake smile and spend time with my mom. We watched Wall-E. It was good. Took my mind off things.
     
    I usually recover from initial shock of trauma within the first hour.
     
    Still recovering.
     
    My hands always feel heavy thinking about it. Pepsi is no longer sweet to my mouth. Makes it dry for some reason.
     
     
     
     
    I wonder if she went out with that guy down the street yet. I want her to keep her mind off me. She's beautiful, she'll find a guy in a second.
     
    Looks like I'm back in the singles game...
     
    But I forgot how to play.
     
    I'm just gonna end this entry now...
     
    ~AA
  11. Arch-Angel
    I don't know what to celebrate anymore. I mean, I'm more than happy that I celebrate a holiday for its true meaning about the Son of God coming to Earth to save us and not a jolly old fat man that should be charged for breaking and entering every year on the 25th of December. You'd think that if we know where he's going to be, we'd catch him by now.
     
    ...What?
     
    The point is, as a kid, Christmas would be a great time of year. Warm cozy home, comfortable, family love...
     
    Now cold apartment, uncomfortable, chores, family torn apart by sorrow...
     
    The background music of a day at the beach playing on my new, bought used, Kingdom Hearts game I got myself yesterday at Gamestop...
     
    Makes me want to go throw rocks at Dasher, Dancer, Prancer, Vixen, Comet, Cupid, Donner and Blitzen.
     
    How do you freakin' get off this island?! (Kingdom Hearts)
     
    Well, Merry Christmas everyone. Cause mine won't be.
     
    Where's Karley?
     

  12. Arch-Angel
    In school right now... its 8:08 AM here and today is going to a breeze with my school schedule. Study now, History (favorite), Spanish 2 (zzzz...), Gym, English.
     
    Still not used to the 5-period process, old school in my hometown had 6-period.
     
    Anyways, the proxy to go on the WWE Homepage ain't workin'... hmm...
     
    Got one that works now...
     
    Oh! News Time!
     
    A NEW Las Caras/Los Dudes!
     

     
    And in other news, Brittney Spears finally lost custody of her kids and visitation privledges.
     
    If I had the chioce, would've given the kids to K-Fed the second this pic came up.
     

     
    Grillin'!
     
    Apparently Dr. Phil came by to tell us something we all thought months ago.
     
    "She needs medical and phychological help."
     
    ...Duh.
     
    Happy Monday everyone, tomorrow's Tuesday and you know how I feel about those...
     
    ~AA
  13. Arch-Angel

    Josh The Bosh

    By Arch-Angel,

    Josh the Bosh

    Group: The Amigos

    Josh and I go way back. I knew him since the 6th grade, but I think it wasn't until he splashed chocolate milk on my head during our little 'fight' where his anger overflown did we start actually being true friends. The vice principal Nearly had Josh suspended (he had a record for his bi-polar outbursts) until I lied my way through it. I had nothing against him, and I didn't care about the face my hair smelled like chocolate milk (for the three day after that too). Soon, the next summer we spent our time going out with our mountain bikes and going across our small town, eating MickyD's, hanging out, grabbing the other amigos, and make the world ours, no matter how bad it seemed or the fact it was gonna change for us all soon enough. Numerous heart-to-heart's came in our friendship, and we've deemed each other 'brother'. I back him up, he backs me up. We're family, we're brothers, and the best of friends, and I thank God for this everytime I look back on my life.

    ~AA
  14. 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...
     

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

     
     
  16. 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.
     
    Today's song goes out to all the Maj users out there.
     
    Kinda in a way to rub it in yo face. >=)
     
    -SZ-, you and I probably find this one a favorite...
     
    So Long and Thanks for all he Fish by The Dophins of the Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy.
     
    So long and thanks for all the pics
    So sad that it should come to this
    We tried to warn you all but oh dear
     
    You may not share our intellect
    Which might explain your disrespect
    For the photobucket images
    all around you
     
    So long, so long and thanks
    for all the pics
     
    Brickshelf's about to be destroyed
    There's no point getting all annoyed
    Lie back and let the files dissolve
     
    Despite those pics of 'mazing art
    We thought that most of you were smart
    Especially tiny avs and your
    chibi MOCee's
     
    So long, so long, so long, so long, so long
    So long, so long, so long, so long, so long
     
    So long, so long and thanks
    for all the pics
     
    (yeah)
     
    So long and thanks for all the pics
    So sad that it should come to this
    We tried to warn you all but oh dear
     
    (oh dear)
     
    Despite those pics of 'mazing art
    We thought that most of you were smart
    Especially tiny avs and your
    chibi MOCee's
     
    So long, so long, so long, so long, so long
    So long, so long, so long, so long, so long
     
    So long, so long and thanks
    for all the pics!
     
    ~AA
  17. Arch-Angel
    To say this man made a significant difference in my life today is an understatement by all means.

    Today marks the 40th anniversary of his death as he walked out of his room in the Lorraine Motel April 4th, 1968.

    Towards the end of his last speech given the day before, named 'I've Been to the Mountaintop', he said the following which seemed to have foreshadowed his impending death.



    King's last words on the balcony were to musician Ben Branch (no relation to Taylor Branch) who was scheduled to perform that night at an event King was attending:



    Take My Hand, Precious Lord written by Rev. Thomas A. Dorsey






    ~AA
  19. Arch-Angel
    We didn't get the tickets to get close enough to be caught by the camera... because we were in balcony.
     
    Next time I looking for tickets ahead of time.
     
    But it was worth it enough just being there.
     
    I was across from the people holding the large "Welcome Back Triple H" flag-like sign.
     
    But though you may think I left the night thinking Randy Orton had the upper hand, you're wrong. When the cameras stopped their broadcast, sweet rock came to my ears as I heard "ITS TIME TO PLAY THE GAME...!"
     
    As Randy Orton was talking, my friends and I already made it down to the first floor that went in to the club seats and around the ring. Though the Security blocked the people from getting closer to the ring, we decided to get as close as we could to see Triple H go down into the ring, and BEAT Randy with a beautiful Pedigree. Fans cheered and he started going around, shaking hands and all, ya know? It was great. Made the night end beautifully.
     
    From now on, all my Wrestling entries will in this category, it makes it easier for those not inerested in WWE.
     

  20. Arch-Angel
    Today... Black Friday...
     
    All I got was two more things to add to my Christmas/Birthday List (B-Day on Dec. 19th) and I want a Diet Pepsi, and a 2007 Dodge Charger R/T Radio Control scale 1:6 (meaning it six times smaller than actual car) that mp3 player adaptable. Would look beautiful, and not to mention fun to play with in my room, apartment, apartment floor, parking lot, garage, the highway (maybe not) or any other flat surfaces.
     
    Thing is, its 80 bucks.
     
    But that shall not bring me down!
     
    Another thing, Black Friday is a hoax. All they were actually selling were fake Christmas trees at 200 and 300 bucks. Thats my week's pay full time back in the summer! Only thing I got on sale was the book 'I Am Legend' that was made into a movie by Will Smith (Coming out Dec. 14th), and I hear it follows the book accurately enough, unlike 'I,Robot' (which the book sucked) and I got me a Hot Wheel's 99 cent Dodge Charger SRT8 1:64 just to make me feel better.
     
    Anywho, whats truly ticking me off is the live event in Boston on Dec. 11th. Its WWE Smackdown! and ECW on the same night, and three tickets are 155 bucks! Should've bought them this morning when they were closer and cheaper!
     
    Around this time of year, all that matter is the money...
     
    Gotta find a job...
     
    COMMENT ME!!
     

     

  21. Arch-Angel
    Side Note: Yob = Job
     
    Yesterday, rain came down and surprisingly didn't bring me down. I have found myself more positive in life yet much wiser then the last time I was in a constant good mood, when I was fourteen, and BEFORE the events of this entry. Heh... been a long bleepin' two years.
     
    Heh...
     
    Yesterday, I went to get a haircut scheduled at 6:30 PM (EST for those that don't know I live in the so called 'Omi Land') with my sister and after I believe an hour (misplaced my watch) we head outside in the damp weather, turn the corner...
     
    The freakin' Corolla is gone.
     
    My sister is thinking: Ah great.
     
    I'm thinking: ...We got towed...? ...Well, now I got something to blog about.
     
    And I am blogging it, for here I am. Late for school for reasons I'm not gonna bother arguing to find out, and I went to sleep close to 4 (insomnia much?) but thats my day so far...
     
    On to the dang story I'ma chargin' my lazer! trying to tell...
     
    We go back inside the salon and ask our friend there (she's, I believe, a manager of some kind) if we could use the phone. She doesn't care, they got like, three, and we call up mommy and give her the bad news.
     
    Good news is, she's at a yob interview in town! Yep! Tryin' to get a yob HERE and not Rhode Island... in another state.
     
    She's got the ah cr(ud) tone in her voice, tells us to get a ride somehow to the interview, get my sister's car out of the impound and bounce.
     
    After 30 minutes of making fun the Fabric Place (the big parking lot they have, as if they could ever fill it ((Ooo yay! Needle and tread! Definitely going to be a mass amount of people going there!)) ) because we parked at the very end, as far away from the store we could care about, and the salon is in the building in front of us.
     
    (went to school, just came back, everything above was written this morning)
     
    Need a picture?
     

     
    (Keep in mine, I don't know the number of parking spots)
     
    I think thats the most cars I've ever seen in the parking lot that close to the Fabric Place. Then again, its probably the employees.
     
    So while we wait in mom's car for her interview to finish, me and my sister talk and laugh, et cetera.
     
    We decided that if mom let's us order pizza, then she got the yob.
     
    She called to order us the Family Feast at Pizza Hut. But she isn't sure about the yob.
     
    Now... picking up my sister's Corolla at the impound lot.
     
    The rainfall has increased greatly, and we find the lot with the man everyone usually hates himself, Tow man! The man who can legally steal your car if you stay in a spot for longer than 15 minutes in a near empty parking lot!
     
    ...So my sister, mom, and the Toe man talk with fire in their tone. I say in the car listening to my Zune playing some Kirk Franklin and Third Day.
     
    Reason being was the fine came to one hundred and fifteen dollars. And for those of you that can't read numbers, that 115.
     
    With the haircuts, the pizza, and the fine... hmm... 30 plus 25 plus 115...
     
    170 dollars.
     
    My mom is still contemplating moving into my friend's house. She obviously refuses another bad neighborhood. Our first experience was enough.
     
    Wish I had more to say except...
     
    I could really go for a Diet Pepsi right now...
     
    Or water. Maybe juice.
     
    *fails to keep a positive outlook on situation*
     
    ~AA
  22. 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
  23. Arch-Angel
    Ugh... What a way to begin a Spring Break...
     
    By not having one.
     
    Obviously, in this entry, I was excited to get the he(ck) out of that governmental, educational prison.
     
    Not much happened after that entry.
     
    There was the Boston Marathon which interests me and a bear is about an itch on a shark's fin. Although there was this intense neck-and-neck race in the Women's division...
     
    Monday and Tuesday both proved to be as fun as they sound.
     

     
    In a freakin' nutshell.
     
    Today, I went to the doc's place and he check on this particular spot where an ingrown hair has become an internal pimple and is causing me pain... the location is different story...
     
    So my sis dropped me off at the Southboro Medical Center and BOUNCED. She said she looked hideous in what she was wearing (ain't no lie) and went home to change into something more... fit? Reason being, she had a job interview to go to after she picked me up from the Med Center. Took her long enough. I finished my appointment with the doc and went on the second floor balcony for some sun and warm, warm 70s with the scent of the beautiful flowers blooming and life springing to make my nose a passageway to reminscing about the good times as I heard the kids across the street in their backyard playing on the trampoline...
     
    I miss the fun life...
     
    She does her interview, we pass by our apartment and see that a cigarette lit the mulch on the garden facing the highway, pick up Dunkin' Donuts, see a firetruck headed to our home, head home, and the men of fire do their yobs by taking care of the 'blaze'.
     
    Yobs is spanglish for jobs. Yobs...
     
    Yeah... get used to it.
     
    In other news, I was welcomed to lunch by one of the staff. It was... good...
     
    Truly my life is about as much fun as chopping of your head and having in used in the World Cup.
     
    Hoping to have some fun...
     
    ~AA
  24. 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
    In Greek Mythology, Achilles was a Greek Hero of the Trojan War, and was immortal or something, and died when shot with an arrow through his heel, they only part of his body not immortal. And then he died.
     
    Well, my left knee hurts. Forgot my knee wrap at home, so now I have an Ace Banage around it, which isn't taking away from the pain. It feels like... burning? In the inside of my knee. I can't really describe it.
     
    In other news...
     
    The roads in Mass. are slippery. By slippery, I mean I hope you know how to freakin' skate. I fell on my butt trying to get to the bus stop, having to walk on tire trials that had sand on them it have some kind of traction. May I also mention that the morning commute is getting served. The icy roads have caused pile-ups and accidents all over. Heck, there are 12-15 accidents on North 93!
     
    Omi must be having fun... can't wait for his entry on today...
     
    Wonder if goes something like this.
     

     
    ~AA
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