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  1. 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
  2. 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.
     
    Ah... still enjoying having this:
     

     
    Because I got it FOR FREE.
     
    FOR FREE.
     
    FOR.
     
    FREE.
     
    FORTY-THREE.
     

     
    Alright, enough getting-you-to-comprehend-the-vast-coolness-of-it.
     
    As a small thank you (trust me, they probably don't care), this song goes out to them!
     
    From the Diet Pepsi Max commercial, I present a classic:
     
    What Is Love by Haddaway
     
    ~AA
  3. 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...
     

  4. 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
  5. Arch-Angel
    Ah... Tuesday.
     
    One of the many vains of my existance.
     
    Missed school today, last night was long, and I don't want to get into it.
     
    All day on the computer, and for some reason, BZP refuses to entertain.
     
    In other news...
     

     
    Also, introducing my new soda, Brazil's Finest...
     

     
    Good day, everyone. Unfortunately, its Tuesday.
     

     
     
  6. Arch-Angel

    Deaf

    By Arch-Angel,

    Based off mostly the flow from the beginning of "I Never Told You What I Do For A Living" by My Chemical Romance.
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Open up your mouth
    I just want to hear you
    Why'd I think I knew you?
    Continue talking, why don't you
    Hide your face cause
    The truth hurts, you know
    Going on, speaking slow
    But to hear what you say
    From other people
    Ruins my day
     
    Sometimes I want to stop
    Why lose my hearing for a day?
    I never want to hear what you say
    Ever again
     
    Only smack of coming out of the big mouth of yours
    Lord only knows how many wars
    You have caused
    How many hopes been shattered
    How many souls been battered
    From just the words that passed
    Out your lips
     
    Sometimes I wonder what handicaps are really missing out
    Because without a doubt
    They can't hear what you
    talk about
     
     
     
     
     
    ~AA
  7. 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
  8. Arch-Angel
    I missed school today for the sole purpose of going to the doc's office.
     
    Painful ten minutes... then I find out I'm going to have to meet up with a Doctor Kennings, a surgical doctor, to check up on my condition at 1 PM this Friday.
     
    Do you know how my grades are?
     
    I appreciate my education. I love learning. I especially History class. How everything happened that made our world what it horribly is today. The class in general of Geometry is loads of fun and entertainment (not to mention I wanna play Craps again). English class provides Mr. McNeill's point of view on the world where he can make sense of a lot of things and add a good mix of seriousness and sarcasm/dry humor in between (even if he can harshly insult, which I blew off him calling me a 'da(ng) fool' the other day because I didn't do my rough draft of the research paper) And Lifetime Activities (which is basically gym only playing games you'll never play in life much if at all again) where we're doing softball. And I love baseball... D=
     
    Health class is never missed.
     
    Neither is Bio...
     
    Anyways, missing school tomorrow too. I can't sit down without pain. Its an infection on my tail bone, I'm not gonna get into details. <<
     
    I get myself a Diet Pepsi, drive around a bit with sis, and come home, play some Mancala with her, which we found is a great game to spend time together because we use to play it when we were younger.
     
    We spent plenty of time home and then came the time to grab some take-out because their's no food to make at home. I convince my sister to get Pizza Hut, and as we wait, we talk to the manager there (who's at the desk) and get into conversation with him. Tony, the manager, tells us about his break-up with his girlfriend and how he's gonna make her life miserable after she breaks up with him only because I got a new job here at the Hut of Fattening Cheese and Sauce (plus stuffed crust!).
     
    He's got it all planned out... quite amazing...
     
    Sister thinks he's lying though... whatever.
     
    During the end of his story, girl and her mother walk in. I already see the girl got revealing clothes, but I keep my eyes away from checking her out. I demanded my male hormones not to look at her that way. Why?
     
    I always have Bionigirl on my mind.
     
    I hope she's one of those four guests that are usually hanging around in this blog... I really do...
     
    Karley, always remember, I love you.
     
    Peace out BZP...
     
    ~AA
  9. Arch-Angel
    A lot of people have problems with preps. Why? Well, I know. I've been on both sides of what Preps see and what everyone else that isn't a prep sees.
     
    Some preps are nice and kind. Some preps are nice, kind, but too into image. Some preps are just plain "I'm better than you" mean.
     
    I myself where preppy clothes, but that doesn't make me who I am. I go to school wearing Hollister and American Eagle (Apparently the girls like it, thats a good thing). And the Preps of my school accept me... sort of. Well, they start to like me. My old friends? Still talk to them openly. I sit with them at lunch, and go over to sit with my preppy friend, Tom, sometimes the preppy girls too (although they trash-talk to much even about their own group).
     
    But I've decovered this word thats about, or should be, as offensive as any racial word.
     
    "Scrub"
     
    The definition? Dictionary.com had the term-
     

     
    Hello! I've been called this most of Middle School, and Freshman year! Found out what it meant just I started haning out with the Preps!
     
    Some people were talking about my friend last year, but I haven't a clue to what it meant.
     
    Because he doesn't care about his image because thats the last thing that should matter in making friends, he's a scrub. Now some things tick me off, but to think that you're better than the other? To think that you're on top, and he's less?
     
    Thats dog-gone stupidity.
     
    I lost twenty pounds and started liking Hollister and A.E. because I thought it looked nice on me. Not that I became better than the average "scrub". If you where one shirt and one shirt only everyday, the only thing thats going to matter to me is if its clean. Personally, B.O. isn't my favorite cologne. I won't think less of you.
     
    Thats why I hated the 'Model Preps' in my last school. I couldn't stand them. (Not to mention their life-style proved enough that me and my friends are above them)
     
    One's actions should define what one man or woman is.
     
    The 'Model Preps' have the life-style of drinking and smoking. Sometimes drugs.
     
    Me and my friend Josh, the one that was called scrub when he wasn't in the classroom, we're Straight-Edge.
     
    Don't Smoke.
    Don't Drink.
    Don't Do Drugs.
     
    Be an individual. Let you be the person you want to be. Actions speak louder than words.
     
    The word "Hollister" on my shirt shouldn't tell you who I am and what I think of you.
     
    And the word "Scrub" said by others shouldn't tell you who I am or who you are.
     
    You should be You.
     

  10. Arch-Angel
    Literally.
     
    Is this blog not full of sunshine? [/shamelessployforherblogapproval]
     
    Today had its times... My friend Sarah is helping out with homework more than you can imagine.
     
    Hold up!
     
    Have any of you noticed that in Hollister and Abercrombie & Fitch, and advertise naked people.
     
    THIS IS THE CLOSEST YOU'LL GET TO THEM MODELING WITH CLOTHES ON.
     

     
    Because, ya know, I'm ripped like that...
     
    Stupid advertising... I wear Hollister Tees, but still...
     
    Anyways, back to life.
     
    Today went smoothly enough, still haven't gotten the call back from Barnes & Nobles who said they would today, but I'll call them tomorrow.
     
    I stayed after school actually doing work, which is surprising in and of itself. As I wait for the bus, I converse with my intelligent Japanese friend Josh, and I make the topic about him. I've told my life-changing story way too many times. It got repetitive.
     
    He told me about the time he was in Japan for Thanksgiving with his relatives and witnessed a little boy his size at the time getting beat in an alley way by two teenagers, and how he saw the blood trickle down the kid's face after having a piece of wood smashed on his head, and he took off running. He said he's had countless nights of him waking up from sleep crying because that image played in his head again and again. This wasn't the only traumatic event in his life, and I plan to ask him more about it. He told me that he contemplated suicide and suffers from a lot of depression, and how he finds himself feeling betrayed by his religion. I won't say which religion.
     
    Well, after hearing his story, my respect for him has risen more so. Hope to get to know him more. Seems as if our pasts have similar stories.
     
    So thats all that cares to be interesting. I'll bring in the SotD soon enough.
     
    ~AA
  11. 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.
     

     
    July 25th, 1941 - August 28th, 1955

    Read.
     
    This folk song was made in honor of Emmett Till, though never published, was still popular in within Protest Groups.
     
    Emmett Till, today song goes out to you.
     
    The Death of Emmett Till by Bob Dylan.
     
    ~AA

  12. Arch-Angel
    NOTE: Suggestions of 'Song of the Day' are much obliged, so if you have a song thats clean or mostly clean of swears and/or profanity (rap/Hip-Hop/R&B allowed of course), than PM it, and it might become 'Song of the Day'. INCLUDE WHY YOU THINK IT SHOULD BE SotD.
     
    I always wondered when the day would come. When the day that a member would pass. I saw that day as distant. As if it as wasn't gonna come. I saw myself as the first to go, only after I've distanced myself from BZP so I wouldn't break a heart. That the other amigos I knew onlinewold think that I grew away from BZP, grew up a decent life living day after day, and ended up in a cubical pulling off a scam from the movie "Office". Thats how I wish it'd woul be with any bad news.
     
    It makes you wonder.
     
    I does.
     
    I wonder. I knew a boy by the name of Alex. 8-years-old, lived here in my state. I believe his BZP name was 'Alex the Matoran'. He guest starred in my first and pobably last comedy 'Bionicle Dodgeball'. Alays used him for slap-stick comedy. He loved it.
     
    Then one day, he stopped posting. Not slowly leavin, as in he posted a few times a day and then poof. Pulled a Hodini.
     
    Everytime I think of my past in BZP, I think of Alex. I think of what became of him. He was eight years old. What eight year old would forget Bionicle and BZP in 24 hours?
     
    I tried to think, "Well, you don't know if that happened, Jonny Boy."
     
    But you'd have to wonder right?
     
    Death has never ran well with me. I look forward to my own, yet never will except others. Then makes you wonder again. Grief.
     
    Grief of others.
     
    To make one sad is pain enough. To never say sorry again...
     
     
     
    Sorry if I put thoughts in your head.
     
    I'll make you all a promise:
     
    THE DAY I LEAVE BZPOWER IS THE DAY I DIE. BZP will shut down or run dry of members, or ban me before I go. And if I happen to want to leave BZP, you'll all know about it either in a blog entry or a will-be-closed topic soon to be flushed away in the deep dead posts of CoT.
     
    I keep my word.
     
    Beliwa, you opened many eyes throughout BZP onto reality. To some you reopened.
     
     
     
    Run It Back Again by Corbin Bleu
     

     
     
  13. Arch-Angel
    BAD NEWS

     
    I am so sorry to inform you all that I have just seen the trailer to this movie not to long ago, and again somone let loose the 2 of the 6 writers from the Scary Movie Franchise from their cage yet again. With movies like Date Movie and Epic Movie left in their path of destruction, we can't expect this one to be any different.


     
    Sorry King Leonidas. I truly am sorry...
     

  14. Arch-Angel
    NOTE: I would be a proto point away from Premier Outstanding Citizen. I honest to the Lord Almighty love that.
     
    Don't welcome me back, because I never left. You guys knew this. I've been haunting your blogs as I was forced to say the time away from my blog, thus losing my chance at the golden prize I've looked forward to having. The Blog of the Week.
     
    That award I've craved for... now gone, in the fading memories of BZP... Like the hot topic twoyears ago about Lego being sexist because they had only one female toa, village, villian in each group that came each year (you can see how that part changed).
     
    Now, back to life. I have news.
     
    The news that makes you say "Whoa, Arch-Angel. I'm sorry to hear that. I hope you do ok."
     
    BTW, its spelled 'okay'. I dunno why I'm picky about that.
     
    As much as I like reading them, I always see them coming. Ruins the suprise.
     
    Two things.
     
    One.
     
    My sister left to Brazil to see her boyfriend who moved her using donated college money we get from our father's boss who we "keep in touch with". About a grand every year around Christmas time for each of us. So my sister cashes it in, get the tickets, flies her way down to the state of Minas Gerais, Brazil. Warm weather, beautiful beaches, and great food no matter what nation you're from.
     
    And she isn't having a grand time.
     
    She has, from what my mom tells me, gotten into a big arguement with her boyfriend (funny, he reminds me so much of my own father) and needless to say, isn't enjoying any of this. She refuses to drive down to Sao Paulo (another state south of Minas) to where our family lives.
     
    But I haven't gotten to the bad part.
     
    You see, tensions have rised in my mother's workplace. The President of Confianca Moving (Confianca means 'trust', you'll see how thats ironic later...) is in a a predictiment. Last year, the decided to move the Headquarters of the company from Sao Paulo, Brazil to Rio de Janeiro. This, in fact, is a big move considering this is a Brazilian-established moving company. Most of their profit comes from Brazil. If people in Rio didn't choose to use Confianca, then profit would go down.
     
    Profit went down.
     
    The President of the company of course, rather not take the blame the stupid #####, said it was the fault on different managers across the United States, saying they influenced the idea of the move. My mom was against it from the start of the idea, but the President sent a message to the managers she picked out.
     

     
    She pulled a Donald Trump...
     
    Let me round about it like this.
     
    My mom lost her job (this is the last week of her Two Weeks Notice) and she's applying for any places, including Macy's (which would be most likely have HALF her original salary) and she's applied to Tampa Bay, Florida, where the sun is hot, and my friends are not (there). My sister is in Brazil for another three weeks. We might not have our rent payment in time.
     
    Oh, and I'm calm about this, for some reason.
     
    I mean, come on now, don't you think I'd be used to getting hit with a cinder block of emotional stress by now?
     
    Lost the 'Saint' Tagline, so I'm sticking to the original sign-off.
     
    ~AA
  15. Arch-Angel

    Unloved And Broken

    By Arch-Angel,

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

  16. Arch-Angel

    Rebellion

    By Arch-Angel,

    Yes, you know who I'm talking about.
     
    He has been making a statement, and a rather large one, by insulting the BZP mascot and techically calling BZPower a dictatorship. Not really the best way to approach.
     
    You see, in order to change the system, one must have everyone on his side.
     
    Have everyone on your side, what can the ones in power do?
     
    Though going up as one person isn't right. One person can be easily flicked away, like the person who is depicted in his banner and avatar. They will simply get rid of you because you're disturbing the BZP communnity. What are you compared to them. Maybe thats why you're fighting.
     
    Of course, you have spent at least several dollars for the running of this site. You only benefitted it. Foolish I say...
     
    But consider this.
     
    What if you did make a change?
     
    What would that change be?
     
    I doubt we can change the way this forum is set and expect it to be right.
     
    Anarchy is a bad direction. But it is your direction.
     
    Unfortunately, you're going to be flicked away.
     
    Yet you know this?
     
    Well, my aqquaintence, I respect your beliefs, though not my own, as I do with others.
     
    Enjoy your life after this day. I believe you will... somewhat. Who's to say?
     
    ~AA
  17. Arch-Angel
    I know this girl that claims to have visions in her sleep.
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Yeah, I know.
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    YEAH, I KNOW.
     
    (I guess that fits any initial reaction)
     
    She says that she has random visions of events that are going to happen. She said she had a vision where I would walk in while she was taking her History exam so I could finish my exam. Sure enough, it happens.
     
    She had a vision of me giving her my AIM screen name (though didn't see what it was) and I did.
     
    After those events, and when we talked some more, she told me about this.
     
    Truly, I didn't believe a word of it. But more thing stuck on me like a grenade with superglue.
     
    She said the night before I told her about Bionigirl, she already knew who she was.
     
    Which was months ago.
     
    I started asking questions, chasing for answers like a dog running after a treat tied to a string. What was I wearing? Where was the location? What did I look like?
     
    I was wearing a royal blue shirt, location unknown, and I didn't look any older or much older at all than I do right now.
     
    'I wanna say this year," she said.
     
    So, after discussion after discussion later, she invites me to hang out with her and her friends (all guys. She's a tomboy) today at the Natick Collection. Longest I've ever spent in the place with this much enjoyment. Made new friends. Paul, The Chill. Ryan, The Con-Artist. Raf, her boyfriend (and fellow Brazi). Jesse, The Hippie. And this kind-of stalker guy I had to stalk for a minute to get him off our backs. Apparently a friend. I think it's Joe...? Hmm...
     
    I grabbed my Historian amigo Josh along for the party. Mall's the last place he'd be, but he seemed comfortable enough.
     
    Well, we had plenty of fun in the mall. F.Y.E., Spencer's, food court, Irish store, JCPenny's (we hung out at the recliners for like a freakin' hour in total. We came back after the food court again), Food Court (the return of the recliners!), CVS, caught Stalker Joe, and the food court again.
     
    It was five hours of having a good time. Strange right?
     
    Not a hitch.
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    HA.
     
    The entire time, in my ROYAL BLUE American Eagle shirt, in a very public place, I'm looking around, I'm glancing at every girl's face, looking for any similarities that might occur. The only chance of this is on what was believed to be A VISION. Half of me is saying, "It's crud. Don't worry about it. Have a good time, stop looking for her because she isn't there."
     
    The other part of me is saying, "That her? No. Darn... ... ... H-Nope... Ugh... Where could she be?"
     
    After my 5 hour search plus fun, Kory leaves, shrugging off that Bionigirl hasn't appeared (sigh) and I wait for my ride with Historian Josh, Paul The Chill, and Stalker Joe (who for some reason is still here).
     
    I decide, considering its been a long while, and I'm depressed beyond belief, and considering my ride's with the Historian, to leave my things with him and take the money I have left and buy a De-Caff Diet Pepsi at the D'angelo's in the food court.
     
    As I walked there, I saw this girl...
     
    Dark hair, white, punk-ish, and looks like her, got in line for MickyD's.
     
    The entire time I'm in line and D'angelo's, I am staring at her.
     
    "Is it her?"
     
    My heart was racing. I got my Diet Pepsi, and made a slow walk towards her. As I walked by, I called her name loud enough for her to hear, being only four feet away.
     
    "Karley?"
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    No response.
     
    I turn back to my direction, keeping one foot in front of the other.
     
    I sat back down, without a word to the guys and waited for Josh's dad (my ride too) to get here.
     
    I turned and saw the girl again.
     
    She wasn't the girl of my dreams. She was my false illusion.
     
    It was Satan playing tricks on me. I heart is crushed, my mind's tired from the excitement of the entire day, and I wished the Diet Pepsi had something in it to KO me, if not lethal poison.
     
    I've been off the rest of the day. My report card comes, I'm smacked in the face by summer school and three F's, I lose concentrated thought on problems I should help with (sorry Tee) and I've been increasingly swearing.
     
    Lord knows the times when I'm not swearing. When I'm engulfed with His presence, or talking to her.
     
    I've unfortunately haven't been to church...
     
    And it's been months since I've directly talked to her...
     
    DANG IT, ITS HARD TO CONTINUE, BUT I LOVE HER!
     
    And I won't give in.
     
    Not today.
     
    Not tomorrow.
     
    Not at the end of the world.
     
    ~AA
  18. Arch-Angel
    The day has come and gone. Many things happen. The winter has made its last offical attempt to doom New England with a wintery mix (and failed), I think I got maybe a 60-70% on that vocab quiz of Act 2 of MacBeth, the BBC contenders took their campaigning to the blogs, and Omi has left the building.
     
    BZP's doing pretty well, I'd say. Peaceful, calm, a bit boring in the blogs, but hey...
     
    Then I get news that my sister is taking a bus from Minas Gerais to Sao Paulo to see our family.
     
    A bus.
     
    'Whats the big deal?'
     
    You don't know Brazil.
     
    In Brazil, the chances of being robbed on a bus are high. Same with four cars boxing in a bus and forcing it to the side of the road, where the theives proceed into the bus and steal every onuce of cash the riders, including the driver, have. Not to mention leave them with the physical, painful marks to remember them by.
     
     
    She's taking one from Minas Gerais to Sao Paulo OVERNIGHT.
     

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

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

  19. Arch-Angel
    Just so you all know, the Yin/Yang Story is meant for every emotional thought and feeling. I come here and pour my heart and soul, and it helps me in the real world. Comments made about the entry should be comments in the blog. I prefer it not to be mentioned in on AIM. On AIM, you guys see me as the playful guy shanking people, but when I click that link above and come to the Yin/Yang Story, I know what to expect; a comment on the entry I made. Bringing it up on AIM is like throwing it all back in my face. You know what I mean?
     
    Oh, and another thing.
     
    ITS PRONOUNCE ARK, NOT ARCH.
     
    ~AA
  20. Arch-Angel
    "Whenever I watch TV and see those poor starving kids all over the world, I can't help but cry. I mean I'd love to be skinny like that but not with all those flies and death and stuff."
    - Mariah Carey
     
    ~AA
  21. Arch-Angel

    Hey, Loving-poepel!

    By Arch-Angel,

    You must have a good reason to love me. I mean, this blog, my scary images, my birthday gifts, my girlfriend (yeah, be jealous, she's mine), the Song of the Day, being a future WWE Superstar...
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     

     
    Did I mention scary pics?
     
    So, I call out both those who hate me and those who love me!
     

     
    What about the Pope during Christmas time?
     

     

    Show me the love! 

  22. Arch-Angel

    Going For The Gold

    By Arch-Angel,

    The Blog of the Week 54 attempt is right around the corner. Today is 53, and I plan to take the Award for the first week of 2008 (hopefully my streak of luck on the first week is better than usual.
     
    I told you about my attempt here first. I'm still going for it.
     
    With that, I plan to make the next week as interesting for this blog and its readers as much as possible.
     
    Also, I'm doing a little remodeling as you can see. Though the Yin Yang Symbol at the top of all the content blocks bothers me intensely. I know its my theme, how my life goes for bad to good and good to bad, but its still a symbol of a religion. My beliefs don't stick to that religion. I'm a Christian, and I'm proud of it. I may not have gone to church in a long while (since my move back in late Oct.) but I still have the Holy Spirit of God in me. So I ask the Blog Assistants or Leader(s?) reading this if I could replace it with a Jesus Fish, Dove, or anything (not a cross). Its all I ask. I want to earn the Blog of the Week, but this means more to me than that.
     

  23. Arch-Angel

    Rush Hour 3

    By Arch-Angel,

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

  24. Arch-Angel
    NOTE: Suggestions of 'Song of the Day' are much obliged, so if you have a song thats clean or mostly clean of swears and/or profanity (rap/Hip-Hop/R&B allowed of course), than PM it, and it might become 'Song of the Day'. INCLUDE WHY YOU THINK IT SHOULD BE SotD.
     
    This song was brought to you by your friendly neighborhood Ranna.
     
    Talk about falsetto...
     
    This song is catchy the first... five times. Its a very good remix of its original with in the 1950s ran through kids minds and they sang the chorus regularly.
     
    Pretty sure Ranna was too, and I have to admit, so was I. *innocent shrug*
     
    Oooh eee oooh ah ah ting tang
    Walla walla bang bang
    Oooh eee oooh ah ah ting tang
    Walla walla bang bang...
     
    Witch Doctor (Remix) by Alvin and the Chipmunks
     
    ~AA
  25. Arch-Angel
    I'm sitting here in a school Library with AM Collaberation, which means school offically starts Lord knows when.
     
    Though, this has me a little steamed like the veggies I don't eat.
     
    I noticed the pathedic way we mimic the unexpericenced, txt talking members.
     
    AKA, noobs and newbs.
     
    The statements are the first factor.
     
    If you're gonna make fun of them, then do it correctly.
     
    A noob/newb doesnot take his finger off the shift momentarily. For example.
     
    !!111!1!
     
    I was a noob. and from that, I know how its done.
     
    !!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!1
     
    That indicates that the shift was released before the one, telling us the member didn't look over his work and is somewhat inexpericenced with the keyboard.
     
    Next, the caps.
     
    Noobs/Newbs only hit that cap lock or keep the shift down when angry or excited. Calm and normal mood doesn't bother with punctuation or correct capitalization.
     
    REALY LIKE THE NEWVA~! GREGF IS THE BEST!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!11
     
    Sometimes the one is pressed longer. The ~ in the above statement was by my own mistake, though the fact that it was a mistake was why I left it.
     
    Noobs/Newbs make mistakes. Grammar and spelling mistakes.
     
    If you're gonna make fun of them, do it right.
     
    Ya noob.
     
    Oh, and I got the taste of bad milk in my mouth. Should've seen that coming this morning... <.<
     
    ~AA
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