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  1. Arch-Angel
    Got to say, My Chemical Romance rules my playlist on my mp3 right now. Most songs from one band, topping Breaking Benjamin, Simple Plan, 2Pac, Boys Like Girls, and LostProphets.
     
    Total of six songs...
     
    I might as well buy one of the albums...
     
    Back to the actual entry.
     
    Woke up at 7 AM this morning to attend my new church. Trying to get the whole groove of it because it's much different than the small church I had back in my old town. In my old town, we went to multiple passages in the Bible to understand the sermon. In my new church, not so much. Maybe five verses, an example in real life and the point is made. Though today I tried meeting the youth group today, though I actually ended up in I believe she said the smallest class, and the youth co-pastor(I'm guessing) wasn't doing too good. A for effort, F for everything else.
     
    Especially when she said something that completely contradicted what was said in the Bible. ><
     
    Whoa boy...
     
    After church, we (I go to the church with my friend Thiago and his family instead of mine) go to his brother Diego's apartment complex for a cookout and pool. My apartment building had construction on our pool, so I dunno if it's open now or what...
     
    So, like an genius I am, I eat sausages, beef and some pork with rice, plus seconds. And home-made ice cream.
     
    Though before then, I had some of their rice cakes... Not bad... healthy... something to munch on... Be gone in two days, but still... Gotta get my hand on those things.
     
    I go to the pool after an hour and a half after eating (Exploding cops in GTA IV is worth the wait) and do three backflips/Sentons/Swantons, race Thiago a bit (he sucks XD) and call it a day.
     
    Long story short, go home, get ready, go to the gym to begin the first day of my Summer Marathon.
     
    My gosh, I was sweating buckets.
     
    Never have I ran a mile on a treadmill and had sweat going down my forehead! I'm in worse shape than I thought!
     
    Well, thats gonna change, now isn't it?
     
    I'm going to continue my diet and exercise, at least try and remember what kind of commitment I'm trying to set here. I guess I'll take this as the one sweets day ~BD~ talked about.
     
    Oh, and one last thing:
     
    *shank* is my thing! No one *shanks* but me!
     
    ...please?
     
    ~AA
  2. Arch-Angel

    My Eyes! They Burn!

    By Arch-Angel,

    No really. They burn. ><
     
    Haven't had as much sleep as I should've. Yesterday I got 3-4 hours of sleep, and last night probably 5-6 hours. In total, I got a regular day's worth of sleep from two days.
     
    Of course a New Years Resolution of mine is to pay attention and pass Biology.
     
    Lemme look at the schedule...
     
    Ahaha! Right after that is Gym! This ought to be a fun day!
     
    Ah, English... Should be interesting since my teacher broke his ribs in a car crash. Hope he's back and doin' well. We got some Book Project/Oral Report thing going. Apparently I'm voted 'Best Presentation So Far' by everyone in the class (who was there).
     
    Dang, Geometry... Funny class, but must do work. If I can't even open my eyes for it right now, it'll be entertaining to see me in there jumping in and out of sleep.
     
    Actually, sleeping in the class will probably make everyone laugh... been a while since I pulled a funny in class since this place has no heart for dry humor....
     
    In other News...
     
    Um...
     
    Okay, actual news!
     

     
    Eight weeks of no show, and David Letterman comes out with an old dead racoon wrapped around his jaw.
     
    Thats all I got (for now). If anything worth telling happens, you'll know before my mother!
     
    ~AA
  3. Arch-Angel
    The Day of Silence: The National Day of Silence brings attention to anti-LGBT name-calling, bullying and harassment in schools. Each year the event has grown, now with hundreds of thousands of students coming together to encourage schools and classmates to address the problem of anti-LGBT behavior.
     
    Friday, our school had the program. We get a pin that has "Silence" written on it to show we are participating. The way we protest is to take a vow of silence the entire school day, and not say a word all day. If you slip once or twice, that's fine, but full-on conversation? Well, that defeats the purpose of the protest.
     
    How ironic that the all male a capella group, Tuft University's Beelzebubs, came to our school the exact same day to have the Fine and Performing Arts center members of Chorus, Boys and Girls A Capella, do a workshop with them and then watch them perform.
     
    The workshop was fun. I got to work with four members of the group out of the thirteen (coincidence to their name, they have an unlucky number of members) and they guided us to learn the bass vocals of "Sign, Sealed, Delivered (I'm Yours)" by Stevie Wonder and join them onstage and performed it with them. It was more fun than I expected, and it felt great working with them. I hope to continue a capella into college, because I would do nothing but love it.
     
    After that, I started my vow of silence and continued on through the day. But before I went to third period, I dropped by my Spanish teacher's room for one thing:
     
    A small white-board and marker.
     
    Swearing in silence is amazingly gratifying.
     
    Of course I slipped a couple times. When you have the chance to dis someone or come back with your quick lip, you usually instinctively take it. Those weren't good moments.
     
    Though fifth period came, all the silent fun stopped.
     
    Lee Anne is one of my best friends. I love her til death. She's a mother, a little sister, a big sister, and the cutest thing you can have the coolest conversations with. She's my family at heart. Unfortunately, sometimes the best people are the unluckiest. She's an epileptic. I knew this of course, and I knew she had seizures in school, and the range from the seizures that are okay to the really bad ones. The really bad ones are the ones she doesn't see coming, unlike the other ones that she sees coming and she can take something before it goes bad.
     
    Today in our Algebra class, she had a bad one.
     
    She got up, telling Mr. Morabito that she was doing bad. Morabito spends time helping her in study; he knows what bad meant to her. She got our friend Mark to help her up and maybe walk her now. Five steps towards the door, she said she couldn't make it. Her face was a bright red, and her eyes watering up quickly. Her expression was one of intense pain, and her body looked ready to collapse. I broke my vow of silence officially and said I could carry her down while Korey(Ryuu) supported it. Once we stepped outside and she laid down on the ground, she looked like she was quietly crying as she endured a horrible pain of a thousand needles. Morabito tried to ask her what to do, because he sure as heck knew he and all three of the guys with him from the class (including me) didn't know. Lee Anne told me she's not aware of much of anything when seizures happened, and even the okay ones, she forgets her last name. The principal came up and informed us the nurse was on her way after Morabito called her. Three other teachers in the hallway stopped and surrounded her.
     
    I never felt so helpless to someone I've loved before in my life. It was like I was watching her die, and all I wanted to do was hold her tight and take her pain away, but that was the most impossible thing I could've done to help.
     
    The nurse came up seconds after the principal, and we were told to get back in the class.
     
    Fifth period runs for an hour and a half, and a half hour lunch went in either the beginning, first middle, second middle, or last half hour of the period depending on the subject. Math subjects got second lunch (first middle), and the moment we were let out, I headed straight for the nurse's office to see Lee Anne's condition.
     
    The nurse told me Lee Anne was doing better; the seizure was over and it took a whole lot out of her. She was resting on one of the cots with the curtain closed for her privacy. She let me in and I kneel to get to eye level on Lee Anne as she laid awake. She told me she felt embarrassed about it, and I told her not to; that everyone in class was simply worried about her and wanted to know if she was alright. I asked her if she wanted me to bring her lunch or anything at all. She said she would get her own lunch eventually when she felt better, and asked for me to bring down her the test we were going to have after the half-hour lunch was over. Of course I was skeptical of whether she was in the condition to, and she insisted on it. I've heard stories of Lee Anne going back to class after a while of resting, so I figured it was fine if she was capable. I told her if she needed anything just to simply call me and I would be there. I kissed her on the cheek and said goodbye to let her rest.
     
    Fifteen minutes passed, and Lee Anne is up walking and looking extremely exhausted. I walk her back to class, and Morabito nearly begged her not to take it. It was going to Spring Break, and coming back and having to do a test on something she can't recall was a good idea to her. Not like the nurse didn't beg her to stay resting already.
     
    Lee Anne's a strong girl, and I love her unconditionally as a part of my family.
     
    --------------------------------------------------
     
    After school, it's 70 degrees, and it felt a little like May... I grabbed my friend Robby and we headed down to the nearby gas station and grabbed all the junk food we wanted. Came back... my Crunch bar was nearly devoured by both Rachael and Deanna and Rachael stole my second dang Pepsi! I chased her down and once I took it, I put her in a headlock. Once Kayla tried to steal it from me, I wrapped her in a headlock too. a double headlock and a Pepsi in my hand I can't really unscrew and drink due to said headlocks. I let go, Rachael snatches it, shakes it up and cracks it open.
     
    If I didn't love her so much, I would've superkicked her.
     
    Later on, she wanted to get a sip. I said no. She went to her boyfriend, mi amigo Miguel and asked if she could flirt with me to get a sip of Pepsi, and he said sure. Sure, she put on a good act, but it's not like I was going to get anything out of it. so I denied her again. By some miracle, she eventually gets it, and has her fill.
     
    This is usually what happens in my social life.
     
    I have to admit, this is why I enjoy my life right now. I get to be with my friends; the ones I don't have to be a different person around. The ones I can be happy around just by being around. Though I won't be with all of them forever, and this'll all change given two years when they head to college or move or anything, I love them now, and that's a fact. They are my forever nostalgia, they are my peaceful paradise. They are the friends and family I never had, but the family I'll probably never get to keep for my entire life. I'm glad I can enjoy it now, to at least get the chance to enjoy and treasure it. Having them let's me know more about life. It won't last forever, but you get to at least enjoy it now before you lose it. Love your true friends, and live a true life. Both will die, but you can't lie that the love was there and will be eternally.
     
    ~AA
  4. Arch-Angel
    JL: My friend
    FN: My Friend
    JC: Guy that punches me
    NC: Guy I thought hustled my friends
     
    Well, judging from the title, you should know... I got a heck of a punch to the face. But... here's the story behind it.
     
    A couple weeks ago, my friend's JL and FN (using initals) were hanging out, and fooling around. FN is a bit childish, and Josh is smart and more mature. Well, needless to say, FN was playing around. He bought a bag of rock candy, and he threw some at a couple cars.
     
    Evenutally, he hit the wrong car.
     
    Two guys named NC and JC came out. There was no damage to the car, but as the hothead he is, JC makes a big deal about it. He threaten them, and if they didn't give 50 bucks by Friday, they were going down(to say in a censored term). Although, JC was talking to JL. He was getting more threatened then FN.
     
    So, FN makes up the cash, and JL was going to deliver it. They didn't show up Thursday, Friday, so to end it, Saturday (which was the October Fest)
     
    JC was nowhere to be found, NC was.
     
    He gave NC the money, and as NC smiled, JL left a warning.
     
    "Smile all you want, but if you threaten me again, and I'll really leave some damage."
     
    NC kept smiling.
     
    Now, this is where I get in he picture.
     
    I was ticked. 50 bucks? For a piece of rock candy to a car the left no damage!
     
    I challenged NC via friend of mine, and he called me out.
     
    Now, I didn't know JC. JL told the story with NC.
     
    I spent the next half hour getting ready. 20 minutes at Railroad St.
     
    An older friend of mine dove me there and told me what to do. Got advice. He's going for my jaw, and my nose, so I gotta get my jaw ready. So I give small punches to my jaw, and learn how to defend myself.
     
    I show up. NC has pipe at hand. His mother is yelling at him for good reason. Cop was rolling by on another street to look quickly. He puts away the pipe, they start accusing me of calling the cops. Cop rolls up the street.
     
    NC's mom starts talking casually to the cop, and in a few minutes of my mouth being shut, he drives away.
     
    I go up to NC, he decides to talk it out before we get into a fight.
     
    JC didn't care.
     
    He started threatening me, taunting me, and I keep my eyes locked with his.
     
    He pulls his arm back. He delivers a punch.
     
    I stagger back two or three steps. Right now, I'm looking at the ground, still on my feet, and simply shake my had to know where I'm at, and look back, on his eyes.
     
    All this time, I thought a punch was high-level pain. All it did was hit my block of a jaw and brought me back. I thought I'd go teary-eyed or something. But I took the pain in.
     
    I'm still quiet. He walks up, talking some more. As he's talking, he takes out his switchblade. In his hands is 25 to Life with his intentions. His family starts yelling at him to put it away. Finally, one of them walks up to make him to it.
     
    The older friend of mine there told me something I'm glad to listened to,"Go!...Go!"
     
    I turn around, and start walking. JC yells to me to give him fifty bucks or I'm going down.
     
    Now, I have my diginity. I ain't giving him a thing.
     
    But what I learned today was that, I can take hard punches. Might rattle my brain, but I'll keep going.
     
    Now, the better News.
     
    We got the apartment we were looking for.
     
    Catch? We need 6000 bucks.
     
    By tomorrow.
     
    Lots of prayers please.
     

  5. Arch-Angel
    With the book 'Catcher in the Rye' next to me, and the test on it next period then I go home (half-day, Thanksgiving) thing is... I ain't done with the book.
     
    This should be an interesting English Class...
     
    I think I have the Song of the Day for today. Have to edit a few things, but its a touching. I'll have it to you when I can.
     
    In other news, the first snowfall of the season came here. I just hope for a blizzard to roll in before Christmas. I like my Christmas covered in snow. Last year was a disappointment in Mass. and NYC. Only melted or melting snow, not fresh snowfall. Maybe I want to have some free water once in a while (yeah yeah, yellow snow, I know)
     
    Also, I like to read. Literature is something I do. 'Catcher in the Rye' is basically a story on my point of view, just more depressed. I don't want to read stuff I already know (Too bad the test next is on the story, not the philosophy). So if any of you know any good books out there (not fantasy or Sci Fi) about 200 page min. I'll really apreciate it.
     
    Thanks for reading...
     
    ~AA
  6. Arch-Angel

    Never Alone

    By Arch-Angel,

    Money.
     
    Money is earned through work.
     
    Work is made to get things done.
     
    Getting things done will leads to satisfaction.
     
    Too much satisfaction?
     
    No work.
     
    No money.
     
    No rent for next month.
     
    No signs of getting work.
     
    No chance of living in this apartment for another month.
     
    Signs of failure.
     
    Signs of disapointment.
     
    Signs in my mother of her sadness.
     
    Signs of us moving into my friend's basement.
     
    Signs of debt following us in there.
     
    Likelyness of pain.
     
    Likelyness of sorrow.
     
    I have to do well in school.
     
    I have to go to college.
     
    I have to earn a living.
     
    I have to get a job.
     
    I have to keep going.
     
    At least I won't go alone.
     
    Ye though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I shall fear no evil.
     
    Because I know who's with me.
     
    ~AA
  8. Arch-Angel
    Recently, Mae and I have hit one of the biggest rough patches we've ever faced together, but for reasons of her own privacy and potentially maybe graphically and possibly legal reasons, I can't disclose that information. She and I are still strong and we still love each other, so to be honest, I'm just happy I can still hold her in my arms. If any of you have been praying for me recently, I owe you more thanks than you realize. Thank you.
     
    On to other things about life, I'm not sure if any of you realized this, but "The Day After Tomorrow" was playing outside my window outside, and must I say, it was boring. Like, I didn't get any wolves chasing me, New York is not flooded or a frozen tundra, I didn't get the chance to take refuge in a library, I didn't run away from ice, and I still make fun of Al Gore just because I make fun of everyone equally out of general principle.
     

    Diversity doesn't mean we shouldn't mock each other.
     
    So yes, I have won the 6-Day weekend as much of New England has, and get more time to study for Midterms. Or to spend it just like "Snow Day" like the younger version of Josh Peck did (anyone remember that Nick movie? No? Dang it, I'm getting old.)
     
    So, I'm continuing my work with the GSA, and we're off to starting the Ceiling Tile Project mentioned in the last entry and I've decided that won't be the only thing I'll be doing. I want to support many a charity and humanitarian effort in the world, including Save Darfur and American Eagle's Help Haiti Heal T-Shirts. I want to see if I can go to the Dominican Republic or Haiti this summer or, what I want to do even more, go to Africa (preferably help in the refugee camps in Chad from those who escaped genocide in Darfur).
     
    Oh, in case you all didn't know, THERE IS A GENOCIDE HAPPENING RIGHT NOW.
     

    Seriously, it ain't "Hakuna Matata" there right now. Or a Disney version of Hamlet either.
     
    Update yourselves.
     
    Aside of knowing what I want to do for the rest of my life, I'm also going to be applying for a community college to get core classes out of the way. It'll reduce the cost of college if I attend for two years, potentially get a job if I get an Associate's degree, and getting job and acting at the same time is possible. And if I make money from acting, then guess who's donating even more money to relief efforts?
     
    You don't have to be rich or famous or important to help people.
     
    ~AA
  9. Arch-Angel

    Noisy Silence

    By Arch-Angel,

    The following is a Creative Writing essay I had to write for class. The assignment was to take a picture of our choosing and write a story on it. I based the character 'Marcus' after two people, both knew Karate. Marcus was the name of this friend of mine who was a bit on the violent side back in the 4th grade. Didn't like him at times, especially during the headlocks. The other, where the character is more closely based, is Max. Nearly ninety percent of 'Marcus' came from him. Not many people like him.
     
    Enjoy.
     
    Jonathan
    Ms. Dennis
    English 10
    2 April 2009

     
    Noisy Silence
    I limped across the field, my feet aching. The last day of school and the sun shined through the clouds, lighting up the Earth I walked on in beauty. The grass bounced the light back, showing off its chloroplast. The trees selfishly did the same, waving in the wind as if it were a model turning for the best angle to let the world see the elegance. The blue sky was doing was it always did: sit at the top of it all, letting God’s green creation find a matching color. The planet Earth was the most eye-catching thing in this universe (and that’s because you can’t see the sun). Earth is that hot girl in third period French. Although, the problem with Earth was that it had a zit. That zit flawed the grace of the planet. That flaw was my so-called “best friend” Marcus.
     
    I swear Marcus could not shut up if his life depended on it. Ever since he started Karate classes back in the third grade, he’s done nothing but talk about how good he was. Truly, I could care less about how to block this punch, press that pressure point, twist this arm, all of that. The fact of the matter was that if he thought you were his friend, you were in for the biggest roller coaster ride of ignorant gloating of a lifetime.
     
    “Jon, seriously, you know no one will try to fight me. They know I’ll take them now fast,” he boasted.
     
    “You’re a black belt, Marcus, people know that,” I responded, thinking if I gave in to it, he’d quiet down.
     
    “Yeah, but sometimes I just want to see them try. I can only use it for self-defense,” he went on. Marcus was skinny. You could find poles thicker then him, but no mouth bigger than what God gave him. It was a motor that ran day and night, and barely stopped for fuel. I felt sorry for his jaw; wondering how it has been going on for so long is mind-boggling.
     
    “Well with the way you talk about your skills, don’t you think you’re bound to receive a challenger?” I retorted.
     
    He looked up with his disgusting smile, his perfect white teeth about as smug as he was, “I don’t talk the talk if I don’t walk the walk. I’m not challenging anyone, I’m simply warning everyone.”
     
    “Not to mess with you?”
     
    “Exactly.”
     
    At this point, considering we were both so far from the rest of the class, earshot was completely lost. He was behind me as we walked, a distance not too far but not too close. The temptation to turn around a punch him was great, like the devil was speaking to my subconscious. Maybe it was the Earth itself asking me to. All I needed to do was find a way to shut him up.
     
    “Did I already show you how to block a direct strike?” He asked; he practically beseeched me to give him a chance.
     
    I heard the snap of his jaw shutting closed, the wind of his neck going backwards and his body about to repel with it, and finally the beautiful, sweet noisy silence. It was me, the beautiful grass and trees, and the face of the Earth whispering “Bonsoir” to Marcus.
     
    My feet felt massaged. Well, my left foot anyway.
     

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

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

     
    ~AA
  11. Arch-Angel
    Can't say I'm looking forward to practice, and I can't say I will anytime soon.
     
    Its taken a bite out of my social time and academics, and I don't think I'll have any good to offer to the team, so...
     
    Guessing I should quit.
     
    Meanwhile, once I get back home, I'll hit up the Code: Lyoko RPG. Its been a while, and I should post.
     
    Maybe I'll get a job after quitting the team...
     
    I got things to think about. See you all when I get home.
     
    ~AA
  12. Arch-Angel
    Yesterday started like any other. I wake up, morning rountine, get to the bus stop about two and a half minutes before it comes, go about my classes, wish there would be something to blog about.
     
    Unfortunately, there was.
     
    In my English class, two people have the nack of saying 'Jesus Christ!' in vain. Its quite annoying as a Christian. I myself spent a year and a half trying to remove it was my speech. When one says it, its like they blame Him for whatever is wrong whether or not it is their intention of saying it. It also feels like a racist term to me. Its quite painful really.
     
    I try to explain it to them when I ask them not to say it, and my teacher, Mr. McNeill (mentioned here) comes out with this to cease discussion.
     
    "Get to work and stop talking about fictional characters!"
     
    That just stunned me inside. I truly respected this man. He had a strong opinion on many things and was techically against apathy of all kind. I always wanted to here his opinion. If he has an opinion on Jesus Christ, the Man that I worship, don't you think he could've at least done it a bit less offending?
     
    After we were done with our activity called clustering and writing a paragraph on it (I believe its called a vignette) I realized I should've walked out of class after that. I didn't get too far into my paragraph considering what he said still affected me greatly. I mean it whe I say I felt horrible inside, almost betrayed in a way. Like Julius felt when he saw Brutus as one of the conspirators against him. When Julius saw Brutus jump at him wih a dagger, he gave up on fighting back.
     
    Et tu, Brute?
     
    You too, Mr. McNeill?
     
    The one thing I can't stand is someone willing to hate any and all people because of their belief. You can believe in no God, but must you insult him in front of hs believers? Thats like me taking a leak on your mother's grave as you are crying over it.
     
    Yes, my respect for him dropped dramatically after that comment, but I'm still angry at myself for not leaving.
     
    NOTE: Remember to avoid religious discussion.
     
    ~AA
  13. Arch-Angel

    Omi Gets Punk'd

    By Arch-Angel,

    First, confessions.
     
    Two things.
     
    One, I am a bit... jealous.
     
    I don't have a recent game console nor the money to have and play Brawl. (And yes, I lied. I never played Brawl. Forgive me.)
     
    Two.
     
    Come on guys, after three blog entries, I know Botar died. No need to remind me.
     
    Though I ask, how did he die? Just out of curiousty. Can someone take the section from the book and put it on this beautiful, colorful, one-minded, happy blog?
     
    Oh, and Omi gets punk'd here.
     
    ~AA
  14. Arch-Angel
    Well, that was the suggested joke I tried to convince Omi to go along with, but obviously he didn't agree.
     
    He could five dolla dolla bills y'all!
     
    Yesterday was not fun, but not bad either. Depends on your view of this story.
     
    The school day goes by faster than I believe I have ever experienced. Constantly I reminded myself NOT to get onto the bus and ride my fat butt home and experience a 'You Don't Live Here' Part Tres (don't have the keys nor anyone home) because I had a job interview at one of more known bookstores in The United States of America, Barnes & Nobles. The interview was a lot of personal opinion and background, and judging by the length of my blog... I got a lot of background to go on.
     
    The interview had its difficult questions (or maybe just one), and I had to use the creativity and indirect answers I had in my head. Because I'm a dang genius. Man I hope I spelted that word right.
     
    After the interview, I bring myself to the teen section and cruise through the books while having a conversation with one of the employees to pass the time as my guitar gently wee- I mean as I wait for my sister to get off of work and pick me up. (Stupid Beatles song title)
     
     
    Once my picks me up and we grab some food at the local Brazi bakery, we don't go home... nope...
     
    We go to the hospital.
     
    No, we weren't injuried, neither was anyone else. My sister's friend works there in some office doing paper work.
     
    She gladly spends about an hour or so there, talking about many things, both 'who cares' and 'who couldn't care less'.
     
    The fire alarm went off. The light flashed but no sound. The elevator shut down, preventing the man in the wheelchair to go up. After wondering whether or not it was a minor thing, we hear what set the alarm.
     
    Someone just died.
     
    April Fools Day:
     
    The morning wasn't fun. I had for some reason got into moving deep thought. It put me down, what I was thinking.
     
    I felt into what I called 'Tired Depression'. The kind of depression where you are truly considering laying down on that nice, dirty, cold tile floor in Transportation Tech. so that you could think about whatever you're thinking later when you have a more rested body and mind.
     
    I got over this around thrid period (10 AM) and finally started going through my regular mentality.
     
    In fourth period Geometry with the coolest teacher in the world, Ms. Kim, we decided to pull a prank on her.
     
    You see, in Four Period Math, you have the second lunch block out of four lunches in the entire hour and a half long class. One of the students said after lunch to meet up in a different hall and not show up to class. Evenutally the entire class got together in the one hall we planned to be in, and we deicded to roam around.
     
    Going downstairs, walking pass a couple classes, trying not to look obvious, we went back up, see if she was around...
     
    BOOM! She turns the corner quick and throws her hands up in the air in a 'OMG!' fashion of disbelief. Couldn't stop laughing.
     
    (SHUT UP STUPID LIGHTNING! Its raining outside. Thor is having a fine day...)
     
    There was plenty of talk after we got in the class and how we 'owned her so bad' as she stated.
     
    Had to blog that out of my system...
     
    Well, time to get some sleep. I'm conquering sleep diprivation pretty well so far, but that can change...
     
    Night guys. I'm glad the the BlogAlert has a sense of humor.
     
    ~AA
  15. Arch-Angel
    Yesterday I talked to my mom about going to visit my old town. The town where I grew up mentally and gave me so much pain, I grew stronger.
     
    'Why would you want to go back to a town with that kind o memory?'
     
    Because if it wasn't for that town, I wouldn't strong, I wouldn't be able to live a social life, and I probably woudn't have much of anything on BZP.
     
    After much discussion, and me quietly arguing with them for about two hours, they finally get the message. My sister was in the same position I was in almost 5 years ago and she got to go to back to her town almost every freakin' day and then cry and complain once she got back home that she didn't live there.
     
    I'm the same age as she was back then, back in her hometown, and I have only dealt with the poblem. My sister didn't even freakin' go to school in the other town (my hometown) and give it a chance while I sit here now, attending the town's high school, having not gone to visit my home town in three, count them, three freakin' months. I deserve it.
     
    So around 5 o'clock, I get there.
     
    WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
     
    I'm dropped off at my friend Tom's house, and we talk for about fifteen minutes befoe leaving. Stop by my other friend's work (Bionigirl, that would be Jess ) and then reach my friend Josh's annex(?) like one apartment home above a small business. Go there, talk for about an hour seeing if any of my other amigos could join. The Amigos happens to be all busy except Josh. Casey' at a party, Fernando's busy (I think), and Justin's mom probably sent him to help his stepdad with something. Justin's mom hates us, couldn't be more fake around us. I think she's okay with me. Dunno.
     
    Anyways, I want to send my time here like I did in the good ol' days. Head over to Neighbor Brick Oven Pizza!
     
    We walk in, guess who's there?
     
    Ten friends!
     
    Considering their wasn't an open table, we had to join in.
     
    Now Josh wasn't exactly the most social one in my many known friends. He has different views on life, if not better. He's techically a straightedge. Most of everyone around the table has gotten drunk more than once and the bottles hidden in the bushes to prove it. So I stickwith talking with Josh and the girl next to me (ironically named Karlee, so the entire time, I just wish Bionigirl there) and eat the food we ordered. Unfortunately, Tom did something to mix up everything on how we were going to pay. I have about 30 dollars. Josh didn't even put in any of his money, and Tom thought he did. He jut took the money out of my wallet I handed to him and ended up putting all the money I had to pay for the tab!
     
    Now I noticed this quick, because I wasn't going to get played like that by Tom's amazing skill at math[/sarcasm] so the four girls at our table started doing the math for us.
     
    I had a simple and perfect solution.
     
    Get back our orginal amount of money, and PAY FOR OUR OWN MEALS. Easy as that. I'm nt going to pay part of their food or drink.
     
    After 10 minutes of the most stressful and yet entertaining money math problems I have ever encountered, my plan works (finally).
     
    We head over to CVS with the four girls. All just friends, because I have Bionigirl, Josh isn't really looking, and Tom perfers a different gender if you know what I mean. So we buy the few things we want at CVS. Grabbed me a Pepsi and a pack of Mint Tridents, joke around a little and we take the discussion outside.
     
    Again, I'm not gonna drop Josh. I decide to talk to him more, and then comes the highlight of the night.
     
    12-21 New England!
     
    Sorry, watching the game.
     
    Four girls come arund the corner across the street (walking of course). I'm thinking, 'Funny, I don't know them...'
     
    Apparently everyone else but Josh and I has some relation to them.
     
    The say their hi's and continue walking, but goofing off, so they must be in middle school or something.
     
    But before they get out of earshot I yell, "Hey girl! How's that fine (butt) doing?"
     
    Everyone starts laughing their (butts) off. I had to leave this night with a memory.
     
    Hour later, I've gone to Josh's annex(?) and talked with his parents who are very friendly and fun to be around. Soon after I realize that it was 8:34 PM. I was suppose to leave 34 minutes ago.
     
    Whoops...
     
    I turn on my cell phone (techically my mom's Nextel. My phone commited suicide somehow) call my mom, who tells me that my dad was waiting at Tom's house, so I call him and tell him that I'll be in the Convience Store gettin candy before I leave.
     
    My dad comes in the store before I pay for the candy. Give him the regular hug, considering we don't see each other day by day (even though we saw each other last night watching Cloverfield).
     
    "Let's go? Everyone's in the car waiting."
     
    "Wait, what? You mean Elizabeth and..."
     
    "Yeah. Come on."
     
    I stop him.
     
    "Dad, I can't. Mom wouldn't forgive me."
     
    Dad gave me a strange look, "You don't need to tell her. Keep it a secret."
     
    "No dad. Mom and Karina (my sister) know when I lie. Remember when they ound out I went to the apartment?"
     
    "But you don't need to tell them."
     
    "I never told them. They just looked in my eyes. I promised mom I wouldn't get into the car if her or Gil, or anyone of them were inside."
     
    Dad wasn't happy. He was disappointed.
     
    "Then you're just gonna stay here?"
     
    "Yeah. Might sleep over josh's house or Mom could pick me up..."
     
    After a bit of a silence, my dad says, "Tell your mom I'm tired of playing her game."
     
    Whatever game that is.
     
    "Alright."
     
    He gives me a hug, then leaves.
     
    Josh only hear of the problems with my family through my words, but he got the 'pleasure' of witnessing it.
     
    I explained the problm to him on the way back to his place (techically only 30 yards away) and once p, I called my mom and explained everything.
     
    She picks me up a half-hour later, and tells me she's proud of my decision.
     
    I just feel I took another step into life for choosing by myself.
     
    Then today...
     

     
    THE PATS ARE GOING TO THE SUPERBOWL, BABY!
     

     
     
  16. Arch-Angel
    After praying for the apartment we need, the apartment we couldn't afford, the apartment that surpassed our dreams of getting, prayer came through, and we will soon move in.
     
    My sister's boyfriend had the 6000 dollars to loan to us. We will paid him back piece by piece befre he leaves for Brazil, but good news is, we aren't living in my friend's apartment.
     
    About the whole Punch-To-The-Jaw thing, the whole thing has blown out of porportion. I have been asked too many questions today in school, and NC is shooting of his mouth.
     
    Removed. -Kohaku
     

  17. Arch-Angel
    Pain of a Loved One's Death Isn't Their's To Bear 
    On hot summer days,
    I feel cold, left astray,
    Whatever hope I had was shattered,
    Every possible path I could take didn't matter,
    I missed her, still do,
    I promised to be forever true,
    Talking with her, I could never swear nor lie,
    Now I feel unclean, ready to die,
    An unhappy death, with my sorrow and pain,
    Rather stop living than become insane,
    Rather never feel the touch of love again,
    Stay in this domain, bound in the chains,
    Of my heavy heart, so tired to continue anymore,
    Please God, this request, don't ignore,
    Strike me now with illness, lightning,
    I don't care!
    I wish to be in heaven so I may run my hands,
    Through her hair,
    But life never is that way, is it Lord?
    So I'll continue this path I do abhor,
    Unfortunately, I'll never forget,
    The love I have for her I'll never regret,
    And continue to live through death and death,
    Until I finally, happily take my final breath.
     
     
     
     
     
     
    ~AA
  18. Arch-Angel

    Poem On Y27

    By Arch-Angel,

    I made this a couple of days before the BZP Rap. Its messy, given the hour I made was alo Spanish Class. I believe the BZP Rap was better, but this one is deep.

    Y27

    Oh what a year it has been
    Have you seen the pain, hate and sin?
    Everything went so fast
    But is it all in the past?
     
    Why is it that I wear the scars
    And people rise above as stars
    And choose to beat me down
    And when I call for help
    I receive not a sound?
     
    They don't care what they need
    Their drive is terrible greed
    I'm a caged bird singing
    I need to breathe
    Is anyone going to set me free?
     
    2007 was a year of pain
    And 2008 only looks to be more insane
    But I'm going to rise above all the factions
    Not have my words always speak
    But instead my actions
     
    Trust me, in this world now, you have to...
    Because their determined to rip you to fractions.

     
    Now in the criticism, I hope you know what you mean by having to stretch the rhyme. The poems I write are meant for speaking, not reading. So read it outloud, not in your mind.
     

  19. Arch-Angel

    Praise God.

    By Arch-Angel,

    Dear Lord,
     
    Thank you so much.
     
    Amen.
     
    My sister and my aunt, Lili, went into the town in Brazil. The night life is great there, because everything seems so alive when the high schoolers get out (its night school there) and they all go down the road and enjoy their social lives. My sister, wanting to take pictures with her digital camera having that photographing spirit, posed with my aunt and captured the moments. These are her last days there as she returns back home in Massachusetts the 28th.
     
    Three boys, the oldest probably 17, came up on their bikes.
     
    They held a gun.
     
    My sister was petrified. They demanded the camera and her purse. Obviously not going to argue unless she happened to have guns pointed to her often (I'm the only one that came close to death, and that was by switchblade) she gave up her purse and camera.
     
    The purse did not hold her passport, but did hold her license, credit cards, and the little money she had.
     
    My sister's in tears, and my aunt is still somehow headstrong.
     
    How do I know?
     
    Because though she didn't know about the fact my sister left her papers at home, she took off running after the boys on foot though they were on their bikes, petalling fast.
     
    She continously shouted to them to at least give back her niece's papers, which they didn't have, and she didn't bother with the fact that they had a gun.
     
    She, of course, failed to catch them.
     
    But isn't it wonderful that God is on our side?
     
    Two men on their motorcycles witnessed it all. They helped my sister to her feet as she collasped (not fainted) to the ground she stood, thinking the next time she'd see her aunt would be in a casket. They told them to call the police, and they would follow the boys.
     
    Swerving through town, stop and go, they kept a distant eye on them. They lost them at one point, and decided to split up. One found the eldest boy eating dinner alone with food paid by my sister's cash. He called the cops, who were reported by my sister, aunt, and others who were robbed, and they arrested him. Pretty sure he might've made a run for it considering he had a black eye that wasn't there before.
     
    The two younger boys went to one of their uncle's home who assisted in the robbery by knowing and supporting them in it. The second motorcyclist called the cops on them, and arrest the uncle, the nephew, and guess who?
     
    My second cousin. He's 11 years old.
     
    At the police station, they returned the stolen items to all who've been robbed, and my sister pressed charges on everyone of them except our second cousin. He only followed his friends. He said he was pretty sure the gun was a fake because a lot of thiefs like these were usually with a fake gun.
     
    Before giving back my sister's purse, she opened it to check if everything was there.
     
    There sat the gun.
     
    "Don't worry, it has to be a fake," said my second cousin.
     
    My sister had a panic attack and the boy had one so bad, he got a fever and was sent to the hospital.
     
    Because the cop emptied the cocked pistol of its four rounds.
     
    She can't even look at her purse.
     
    Thank you Lord. Thank you so much.
     
    I'm gonna buy her a new purse.
     
    Thank you Lord. Thank you so much.
     
    And please bring her back safely.
     
    Amen.
     
    ~AA
  20. Arch-Angel
    Sorry everyone this is so late. I'm using a computer at my mom's work, so I'll do what I can.
     
    I have finally moved away from my previous town. I live in an apartment with a gym (Thank goodness!) but in a town with only one friend that I haven't seen since the fifth grade.
     
    But that doesn't interest you at the moment. Nor should it...
     
    The Final Prank
     
    I had everything set. The Halloween mask of an ugly old man, my jacket, the Jolly Ranchers, the Silly String, the two 20 oz. Diet Pepsi's, the Tube for the geyser that came with the six-pack of mint Mentos.
     
    Everything.
     
    I put the mask and my jacket on, the Silly String in my back pockets, and Jolly Ranchers bag in my hand. I walked in on the class I was skipping, tossed them all around to my classmates.
     
    Walking away, I turned to face the hallway. Two hallways, one up and one down. I chose the Silly String the upstairs one.
     
    I whipped out the cans, and hosed the place down stringing serveral people in the process. Once I made it down, I took the mask off and put away the Silly String, and got in the Library.
     
    Three minutes later, I went to see my work.
     
    Using my fake expression of suprise (which I have been practicing for most of my life), I saw the red lockers lined with the substance I only sprayed down just minutes before. I walked back to the Library. My friends that witnessed me doing it laughed with me and praised my actions. It worked without a hitch.
     
    "Will Jonathan Batista* please come down to the office, thank you."
     
    My friends only looked at me.
     
    I decided that if I didn't go, they would know it was me. I went down there, convinced the principal that I didn't do it, had my friends and even two teachers (that know I did it) deny that I did it and I was left to go to my next class. Continiusly, I denied the fact that I did the Silly String Prank (because people are too stupid to realize that the goodie-goodie teacher is right there), and tricked the cop to thinking that someone set me up (because I have a reputation of doing pranks, its my last school day in that town, and everyone would say its me) so I passed off this lie for TWO, count them, TWO hours. It was intended that I do the Diet-Pepsi and Mentos geyser during lunch, but I barely got away with the Silly String, why risk it with this?
     
    Well, needless to say, my friends were too stupid to throw away the mask and Silly String. The mask was found in a bathroom and the Silly String cans inside a random locker (which almost got that kid in trouble, so I don't blame him for saying my name).
     
    Now how hard could it be to throw away these three things with a DIRECT ORDER?
     
    Well, too hard. I was given a wet rag, a dust pan and a sweeper (for the dry bits on the ground), and started cleaning the lockers.
     
    After school, I took out the Diet Coke and Mentos, and after dropping the Mentos two times, I finally got it!... to go up like 6 inches. People were standing around waiting for a big fountain, guess I should gone with the 2 Liter.
     
    Ah, well. All's fine and well now. I left my mark. I glad.
     
    The only thing I'll truly miss though...
     

     
    Jon out...
     
    Batista*=Fake last name
     

  21. Arch-Angel
    I'm doing the plans #3 and #4. As much as #1 is such a beauty of a plan, Tom (my friend) convinced me not to. The Model Prep that I've targeted told him she felt bad about talking trash about me and being mean to me (including telling me never to talk to her in school). So I decided... no.
     
    Everyone thats reading this: dang it!
     
    But, Coke and Mentos Geyser is going to happen and so is Silly Stringing the hallway of my top floor, and chucking Jolly Ranchers injto my Biology class.
     
    I'll update this blog entry if I don't get caught or in trouble.
     
    Wish me luck!
  22. Arch-Angel

    Pray Everyone, Please.

    By Arch-Angel,

    The day hasn't been bad so far. ALmost missed the bus if I didn't take my bike and got there on spot where the bus came. If I had said bye to my mom or put on the belt to my jeans, I would've missed it!
     
    Yeah, I had a rushing morning. Taking a shower and shave, get dressed, make a small breakfast, make sure you have everything, decide whether or not to bring a book, all in 50 minutes is a hard task, especially if I had 4-5 hours of sleep and could care less. Dunno what drove me to actually do it. Must've been my Mom's threating side...
     
    Well, you came here for the title.
     
    My friend's mom has Breast Cancer. Week or two ago she found out, told my friend, friend told me to do my "prayer thing"
     
    Lady Ranna ~ Spirit Keeper's father is in the hospital.
     
    Gukurak's acquaintance had a lung collapse.
     
    Taki is facing a lot of difficulty in his life right now. His blog is inactive as of now (don't worry, it'll come back).
     
    What I'm asking for you is to pray for them. And if you don't believe, then try to cheer them up. Give some support, even if you don't know them outside from an acquaintance. Heck, I don't know Lady Ranna as far as that one blog entry. Same with Gukurak.
     
    But please, not even in the spirit of Christmas, but of good will, pray and help those in need.
     
    And remember to pray for those out there in the world without families, warmth, a roof over their heads or food for that matter. It doesn't have to be in other countries, because in this country it happens too. I know, I have come very close to having my best clothes come from the Thrift Shop. I think I still have a few of those old shirts somewhere...
     
    I have to talk to my friend soon. She doesn't know I know about her mom's cancer. And for it to hit this close in her family is tragic. Not to mention it being this close to the Holidays.
     
    Everyone can give the gift of a simple prayer. So if its better to give than receive, why not give a prayer? And helping one another is a great way to make a friend. And a friendship is worth more than gold.
     
    Christmas gifts shouldn't be measured from the amount of cash you spent, but how much love from your heart you're willing to give.
     
    ~AA
  23. 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.
     

  24. Arch-Angel

    Quick! Important!

    By Arch-Angel,

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