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  1. Arch-Angel
    NOTE: Suggestions of 'Song of the Day' are much obliged, so if you have a song thats clean or mostly clean of swears and/or profanity (rap/Hip-Hop/R&B allowed of course), than PM it, and it might become 'Song of the Day'. INCLUDE WHY YOU THINK IT SHOULD BE SotD.
     
    Wrestlemania just ended with many surprises, and I figure, why not give its theme song the mark of this blog?
     
    By the way, if any of you have any comments to add to the song, comment below. (I know Sora likes this one)
     
    Snow (Hey oh) by Red Hot Chili Peppers
     
    ~AA

  2. Arch-Angel
    Blog approvals... Ever since the Blog of the Week, we seem to have had a steady increase in making, earning, and asking for them. Some look amazing, some look thrown together, others you REALLY want. It seems to be that no matter how much you blog, you can't get that one member to find your blog approving of them. Though, in the process, we get the approvals that are so rare to get, you forget the one you really want and you're happy you got them.
     
    But I want to know, what blog approvals you got and how? Whats the story behind them? Your Metals of Honor (I call them) have all been given for some reason.
     
    Members who have given their Blog Approvals:
    Taki (2)
    Cap'n Goldfish
    Dalek
    Jack Skellington
    Teebert
    ChocolateFrogs
    Merriment
    Necro
    Kopakalaka
    Kohaku
    Valenti
    Mandragora
    Dorek
    //// Dalek Paan ////
    ~Blue Diamond~
    bfahome
    Air-Master
    Bundalings the Bunny
    The Xaeraz/The Dr. Zephyr
    Omicron
    Lluvio
     
    One's Earned through Friendship and/or Blog Readers:
    Taki
    Cap'n Goldfish
    Dalek
    Teebert
    ChocolateFrogs
    Necro
    Kohaku
    Valenti
    Dorek
    ~Blue Diamond~
    Kopakalaka
    Bundalings the Bunny
    The Xaeraz/The Dr. Zephyr
    Omicron
    Lluvio
     
    Given Through (indirectly) Asking or Blog Approval Trade:
    Jack Skellington
    Kopakalaka
    Bfahome
    Omicron
     
    Have shame in:
    Kopakalaka (I asked for it, but I didn't earn it. I'm undeserving of it)
     
    That one entry got you that approval you've wanted so bad:
    Dalek
    Kohaku
    Valenti
    Merriment (Hey, I didn't know him, but I wanted the approval when it was given)
    ~Blue Diamond~
    Air-Master
    Omicron
    Lluvio
     
    That approval you wish the Member would resize already(!) ><:
    Necro
     
    The Approval that you never saw until the day you got it (giving it that special feeling):
    Taki
    Teebert
    Merriment
    ChocolateFrogs
    //// Dalek Paan ////
     
    Approvals you want and hope you get:
    Omicron
    ~Blue Diamond~
    Biomech
    Bundalings the Bunny
    MercenaryXero
    MercenaryXero (that Chuck Norris one is pretty cool)
    Toa Lluvio
    Cederak
    Air-Master
    Ca'gerrin
    Bfahome
    Sunburst
    ~Po~
    Bonesiii
    Darth Vader
    Turakki's #1 Lavasurfer
    Munkiman
    ~Aklan~
    Arpy
    -SZ-
    Cee-estee
    dexterack.77
    Gryphus 1
    ∞*Barrahkshi*∞
    Nieve

     
    ^Consider that my check list of sorts.
     
    What are yours?
     
    ~AA
  3. Arch-Angel

    I Sigh Again

    By Arch-Angel,

    Today, I got to spend the time with my father (whoms stupid actions made me who I am, and I do not know whether I should thank him or not) and I decided, 'Hey, lets go to the movies. But go into the AMC Grille next to it. Dinner and a movie, no time wasted.'
     
    He reluctantly agreed. He much perferred to spend time with me and talk.
     
    You wonder why I enjoy the movies.
     
    The movie 21 is going to play at 7:30. Its been hyped up and the plot looks good. Of course, its based doff a true story and a book written about it. IMDB rating didn't look reassuring, but hey, I didn't want to laugh at 'Run, Fat Boy, Run'.
     

     
    I wanted to watch '21' and learn how to play Poker, Blackjack, et cetera all in one night, then forget the moment I wake up tomorrow.
     
    We get there at 7:05, actually find a parking spot and walk the actual short distance to the AMC Grille.
     
    As soon as we pass the entrance, I see the second set of doors and a sign on it.
     
    STOP. UNDER 21, TURN AROUND.
     
    Pass the glass you could see the bar.
     
    So much for the grille.
     
    We go inside the actual theater and get in line.
     
    IT WAS HORRIBLE! UNBELIEVABLE! WHAT A BLOW-OFF!
     
     
     
     
    Sold out.
     
    Darn this number! And they say 23 was bad!
     
    I end up having to spend the next three hours walking in the Natick Collection (its one big mall) seeing many familiar faces of my, guess you could say friends, from my current high school. It was a bummer really. It just rubbed in on how my social life from the past came crashing down once I moved here. It couldn't have felt worse.
     
    I got my dad beforehand to buy me 'WWE: The Music, Volume 8' at Best Buy. It contains fourteen entrance songs I've wanted to listen to in my own spare time. Now I can listen to SOS, Don't Question My Heart, No Chance in (Heck), Turn Up The Trouble, Ain't No Make Believe, and Biscuit n' Gravy whenever I want. WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
     
    When I got home, my mom as usual makes me sit down on the couch and answer any and all questions that my dad may or may not have said in our time together. Its about a half hour to an hour long interrogation of annoyance as I usually drown out my dad's voice.
     
    Again. The movie thing.
     
    Although during the time at the mall, my dad asked about Bionigirl. I told him about her being in the adoption circle and I haven't heard from her in what feels like weeks.
     
    Its a blessing and a curse at the same time. Every girl I see, I think of her. A blessing because I think of her, and a curse because of our speration.
     
    He says I should move on, that I don't know what love is, or that I shouldn't bother with one girl for too long. What a father. If I don't know what love is, how is doing that suppose to show me what it is?
     
    Its a shame really. Its one of those moments where I look forward to Heaven. My Paradaise.
     
    I sigh right now. Its 12:02 AM, and I got church in the morning, I think. Not sure if I want to go. Lets just say in my last visit, Satan haunted my thoughts.
     
    I sigh again.
     
    ~AA
  5. Arch-Angel

    Blog Design

    By Arch-Angel,

    I was wondering what you guys think of me doing some remodeling. Nieve got me to thinking about it when I made a content block for him. What do you think?
     
    Prototypes:
     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     
    ~AA
  6. Arch-Angel
    Today I finally got to see my sister after I believe an exact month. Sure, at the airport my mom told me to go inside and see if I can spot her (which I doubted, so I instead got my last Pepsi in a while, more on that Monday) and when I walked out, she was already putting her things in the back of the Explorer. During the ride home, she talked on about the things she remembered about Brazil and we concluded the fact that she now has difficulty switching back to English as she couldn't stop speaking Portuguese for the life of her.
     
    We got some Brazilian takeout (we don't know what Americans eat aside from fast food and UNO's), I had my bladder ready to give up on me because of that Pepsi, and after me doing my business and coming back down to bring up the lugage (I'm and brawn of the family), we came up to our apartment and ate our lunch... or my sister called to Brazil and my mom yelled at her to come up the entire time. She came out of her room after talking about five minutes I finished and came to my room.
     
    After spending much of my time on the computer, Smackdown! vs. RAW 2007, and a bit on the phone, I finally remembered that I had to call Barnes and Nobles about my application I turned in. Ya see, if you annoy them long enough, they'll give you an interview.
     
    My annoyance only took one call and I got my interview Monday at 3:30 PM.
     
    WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
     
    Seriously, its a dream job. I love reading, its walking distance from my school (Mile and a half), and I have to be 16 to work there. Its great.
     
    There's one problem.
     
    Things are going too well...
     
    Expect my downfall soon.
     
    ~AA
  7. Arch-Angel
    Whoa...
     
    WOOOOOO!
     
    I am so sleep deprived, it isn't funny.
     
    Alright, I enjoy it a bit.
     
    Lemme see, that list...
     

     
    - No
    - No
    - Thats funny
    - Thats when you know you got it bad
    - Like today during the state test, where I fell asleep on the dictionary and had a few 5-minute blinks.
    - Metal activity, no. Focus is pretty low, but then again why do I care about my character's environment?
    - Come on, reality slapped me in the face and kicked me in the privates how many times? Depersonalization is not there.
    - *sniffles* Its Spring.
    - Diziness? Only if I move to quick. Like the beginning of this entry.
    - Thats a given
    - I'd love to just collaspe in the middle of the school hallway between the bells to see would pass by and who would laugh. Many someone would care along the way.
    - Then ask a question if you're confused! *sa-lap*
    - Of course not. The frequent on-and-off naps shoot that one down. Then again, I hope that pile of laundry is actually clean and folded.
    - I had one of those in the past. It ticked me off...
    - Nah
    - Wouldn't know
    - Thats funny.
    - High blood pressure? Nope. I hope.
    - My sister's in Brazil. I'll be fine for now.
    - I believe my hearing is better.
    - Thats a given. I think.
    - We all know about that memory lapse some Friday ago.
    - No nausea.
    - Eye twitch? Nope. Just pain around iris and I believe iris. Must be dry.
    - Repeat that reality rant.
    - I'm Brazilian. I'm gonna get a tan in the shower.
    - That hasn't occured yet.
    - Nope. Pretty sure I can talk waal.
    - Need weight loss, don't need gain. But its been controlled.
    - Severe yawning? Yawnings a given, but severity of it... Que?
     
    Alright, now the entry.
     
    The MCAS (Pronounced: M-cas) is the Massachusetts Conprehensive Assessment System.
     
    Pretty sure every state has one.
     
    I, again, am SLEEP DEPRIVED. Thats where this factors in.
     
    You see, I could take the multiple choice questions, as I exaggerate, on fire with you pouring alcohol on me and still pass.
     
    Unfortunately...
     
    We have the essay first.
     
    These are one of the few kicks to the privates reality dishes out I've told you about.
     
    The question was asking about writing about a work of literature where the protagonist must continue their life in a changed environment or something like that.
     
    The Hatchet by Gary Paulsen I was told was more middle school...
     
    Jumper by Steven Gould had just about every environment...
     
    I should've done Night by Elie Wiesel, but instead I do...
     
    The Cat in the Hat by Dr. Suess Yin/Yang Story by yours truly!
     
    ...Yes. It was four pages of me writing in thrid person making random quotes from the non-existant Chapter 6, page 94 or Chapter 17, page 267.
     
    Whats even better?
     
    I ran out of room! I wish I had an extra two pages to write my SECOND example.
     
    It took me about four hours, two of which I slept if you added it up (hey, when deprived of sleep, Webster's Dictionary is the most comfortable thing you imagine at the time) and I had the pain of my eyes up until I went to the library.
     
    I was joined by two girls at a table I randomly chose, one of which couldn't remember the names of the characters in 'Lord of the Flies' so I provided this advice.
     
    "Look to your left, make up a name."
     
    You see, the essay wasn't about what book but instead how you wrote the essay.
     
    Now that I wrote that, I should've done Hatchet. Would've had more space for writing streads of memory instead of a first-hand account.
     
    Well, at least its over. Better get some shut-eye (or just read as I lay on my bed, reason why I need the dang butterfly from Lunesta) before I have to chase the bus. We all remember that mess. Yes, funny, but not the kind of funny I wanna write down again.
     
    Night guys.
     
    ~AA

  8. Arch-Angel

    Ca'gerrin

    By Arch-Angel,

    Omi has your blog approval.
     
     
     
    Anywho, today proved really funny.
     
    I'm taking the test for the second day in a row. Its a three day test on Lingo Arts (English) and we got to the easy part. Multiple choice and short answer response.
     
    Let me recall what we had... hmm...
     
    In no particular order:
     
    Things Are A-Changin' by Bob Dylan
    Another song by Bob Dylan
    Parts of the following books:
    Black Boy
    Frankenstein
    Invisible Man
    And an article on Indepent Inventors of toys.
     
    It was enjoyable mostly. Frankenstien looks to be a book I might actually read.
     
    Well, you see, though I got a good night's sleep (not bad... 1:30 AM) and I felt better today. I was going to grab a part of sunglasses I got from New York out of my mom's car, but I decided it would only drain time considering it was 6:52 and the bus is usually here at 6:55.
     
    I get to school, receive my test, finish section one...
     
    zzzzzzzzz...
     
    BUT
     
    Purposely.
     
    You see, I didn't feel like going to Health class. There's a cute girl that finds me worth talking to, and I have to resist the temptation. I don't think there is any girl out there that can give me as much purity of affectionate love than Bionigirl. I can't even swear to her. Swearing is a problem I have, and around her... I'm rated G.
     
    So I snoozin' for about what my friend says about 45 minutes (I asked her to wake me up everytime I slept) and she woke me up three times, each time more ticked off than previously. It was quite entertaining.
     
    After two hours (one of which I slept through) I went down to the Library.
     
    Now remember that 'purposely' up there?
     
    Thats because we're excused from class and it was early release (out at 1 PM).
     
    So I head straight to the library, wanting to get it over with...
     
    I take my seat near the door because the other tables are full.
     
    I turn my head towards the entrance door and start laughing.
     
    Kids are POURING into the library for the sole purpose of cutting class LEGALLY. I guess-timate about 200 students were in the library at the time. Most were relocated to classrooms without a class at the time. One was Mr. McNeill's. Pretty sure he had a field day [/sarcasm].
     
    I couldn't help but laugh more to find out this town did the same thing in the eigth grade.
     
    That must've made my day, 'cause Tom noted I was suprisingly in a good mood ever since.
     
    Gotta love legal skipping...
     
    ~AA

  9. Arch-Angel
    Today, I actually have many things to do.
     
    I know, right? I'm not trapped in my apartment today.
     
    I'm going to go to church in a few minutes as my ride comes by. He and I are going to the church in my hometown (we are members after all) and he's bringing his daughter with him. It'll be the first time I meet the little eight-year-old. She's gone through plenty in her life already.
     
    Think about how phychologically messed up this girl will be if her life takes too many turns now.
     
    1. Her parents are divorced. Its not uncommon, but still...
     
    2. They both have different beliefs. Her dad is a Born-again Christian, her mother is a Jehovah's Witness. Her father (my ride) is now bringing her to church. I don't really ask about the mother.
     
    3. She has Leukemia, but it was caught early on. She's on chemo, though I don't know if that has already passed.
     
    Truly, I think any of you out there praying for me, should instead pray for this little girl. Her name is Sarah, please remember that name.
     
     
     
     
     
    Due to the rules of this forum, I cannot have any images, discussions, or so much as a Bible verse for today.
     
    But still.
     

     
    What does this buck-tooth moron have anything to do with the resurrection of Jesus Christ?
     
    This holiday needs a makeover.
     
    From now on, its will be known as...
     
    Big Ups For Jesus Day!!
     
    ~AA

  10. Arch-Angel
    Sabado is Saturday in portuguese.
     

     
    Today marks the day my dad said he'd get my sister what she wanted when she was a little kid. Everytime she asked, he'd not only deny her, he'd insult her. Sure, it was a joke. To him. She always remembered.
     
    She texted me from Brazil asking me what dad's cell number is. They don't keep in contact much.
     
    I gave it to her.
     
    He should be crying right now like he was last year.
     
    Why?
     
    He made a promise he couldn't keep.
     
    Like the same promise twenty-one years ago at the altar with my mother.
     
    A promise he couldn't keep.
     
    To have and to hold, from that day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness or in health, to love and to cherish 'till death do them part.
     
    Hallelujah Saturday holds many sorrows.
     
    ~AA
  11. 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
  12. 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
  13. 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

  14. 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

  15. 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.
     
    Come on people, I know you know that you have songs for this blog. Necro has been a real big help in this.
     

     
    Sunshine of your Love by Cream
     
    ~AA

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

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

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

     
    ~AA
  17. Arch-Angel

    Song Of The Day 29

    By Arch-Angel,

    NOTE: Suggestions of 'Song of the Day' are much obliged, so if you have a song thats clean or mostly clean of swears and/or profanity (rap/Hip-Hop/R&B allowed of course), than PM it, and it might become 'Song of the Day'. INCLUDE WHY YOU THINK IT SHOULD BE SotD.
     
    I love this song. Belongs right in my soon-to-be-receiving 8GB Zune mp3 player I'll be getting from Pepsi because I entered at Pepsistuff.com every time I drank a Pepsi.
     
    The song has a positive, up-beat flow as well as the lyrics. It talks about moving along from all the things that makes your life difficult and saying you 'gotta find the future' because 'misery loves company'. I find myself whistling the chorus and whispering it under my breath when I walk the hallways of my school.
     
    It bears the all too common title of...
     
    When I'm Gone by Simple Plan.
     
    ~AA

  18. 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
  19. Arch-Angel
    Yang represents good in the symbol.
     
    With yang days, I find it hard to blog about them that day. These events took place yesterday.
     
    I woke up to the sound of laughter. The Remiro & Pebbles Hip-Hop Morning Show from 6AM to 10AM was on as they talk to their intern Problem Child (They gave him that nickname) about how he can't get a girl because he always messes up whenever talking to them. It was 5:40 AM, so they are playing a recording from yesterday's show. I get up, and get to the bathroom. Once back, fresher and more awake, I start dressing while continuing to listen to the soon to be playing morning show. Once dressed, deodorant and all, I my glitchy mp3 player that refuses to connect to the computer, nor have the playlist in the order I made. If I want to listen to some more rock, it'll go on to a slow love song (though that was before the malfuctioning). I placed it on the FM radio, never taking it off JAM'N 94.5, the station Remiro & Pebbles broadcast from.
     
    I break open a fresh box of Frost Flakes with a reduced amount of sugar (which has more benefits in it and less of the fattening stuff than the Special K Vanilla Almonds I used to get... yes, I'm trying to eat healthy.) I have my breakfast, got my things, and by 6:48AM, I grab a washed green apple and head out my door... into the corridor of the first floor apartment.
     
    Don't you hate the meaningless two paragraphs I put up there?
     

     
    As I walk towards the bus stop, I notice as I'm descending down the hill my apartment is on top of.
     
    Traffic.
     
    Backed up all the way to the bus stop.
     
    I, of course, am laughing quietly. It would be a shame to come into school late for homeroom or the middle of first period because of Route 9 backed up more than a truck stuck in reverse.
     
    By the time I get to the bus stop, the traffic is further down the road. If the bus ends up in this, we'll definitely be late for school.
     
    Time goes by, and I mean it. The bus is usually here around 6:55AM. Never anything over 6:59AM.
     
    It was 7:00AM.
     
    I call Josh, a friend on the bus who is the first to get picked up.
     
    "Yeah, the bus isn't even here yet. Oh wait, here it is!"
     
    Fifteen minutes later (what should've been about five) The bus is itching its way around the curve of the road. Another two to three minutes pass before finally it got onto the thrid lane to come up to the apartment entrance where the bus strop is located.
     
    I talk to my friend Josh who is milking out every bit of fun he can from being stuck in traffic. As we close in on traffic lights, he noticed the Tracker Trailer behind us.
     
    "HONK THE HORN!" He started saying loudly. Of course he gets the attention of everyone on the bus, and they're thinking ,'Oh gosh...'
     
    After twenty seconds of giving the motion to honk the horn while saying it loudly, he gave up.
     
    Another five seconds...
     
    *honk**honk*
     
    The entire bus started laughing.
     
    We get to school at about 7:45 or so, and first period was already starting. Of course we don't take the side-entrance so just imagine a bunch of kids coming in the front door and all the students turning to you as they walk... eyes on you...
     

     
     
     
     
    It was funny. Josh said we were VIP. (Apparently 'Very Important Pimps')
     
    As the day went on, everything went fine. Mr.McNeill was out today so even he couldn't bring me down.
     
    As my six foot seven, 320 pound African-American friend who's name is all too common... Josh (I know three or four Josh's in this school. Five if you count the one in my old town) would say:
     
    'The chi is pretty good today.'
     
    I'll talk about his chi thing in a distant entry.
     
    Today and yesterday have been peaceful. Got to love it...
     
    ~AA
  20. 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.
     
    By the way guys, try to PM suggestions. COmmenting them ruins the suprise if they're chosen.
     
    Oh, and I don't know how to BOLD BOLD 'much obliged' up there. Must be a slow song season? *cough*not-in-hip-hop/Rap/R&B-currently*cough*
     
    Today's song (thats right, its morning), was brought to you by Dorek. Dorek, what I would say is the older Omi-side of Dalek.
     
    This song talks about looking through, not just your eyes, but your mind and heart. View the world not for what it isn't, but what it truly is. It gets me in that mood (plus you guys know I hate apathy). Its like a... refreshing song. It tells you that your mind and heart are parts of your body used to see life. Do that, and you've stepped into a whole new mind-set.
     
    Through the Iris by 10 Years.
     
    ~AA

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

  22. Arch-Angel

    Wind Chill

    By Arch-Angel,

    "The cold is only bitter... to those that cannot taste it..."
     
    -This wallpaper of Kopaka I had three or four years ago (that I wish I had the real verison).
     
    So my trip my old town was a bit... normal?
     
    Like I never left...
     
    Thing is, I want that, yet not this way...
     
    I dunno...
     
    Though there was one problem I faced constantly.
     

     
    Maybe not a moody spooky tale, but hey... it racks in the commentsmoney.
     
    Oh, and my name isn't Emily Blunt.
     
    The wind was like, "Hey... the sun is shining, its a peaceful Sunday, people are gonna wanna go out... Perfect."
     
    Then like a stab in the back of the heat-generating rays of the sun, crying out, "WHY?!", Wind comes to me.
     
    Now, the quote at the top is what I mutter when extremely cold and shaking crazy-like in my 60-dollar-birthday-money-on-clearance Hollister jacket with fake fur interior. NOT good in weather like this.
     
    At one point, me and Tom were so bored and cold we strted throwing rocks, big and small into the frozen Assabet river to break it (I kinda knew it was six inches thick, but hey, it was a fun 45 minutes of our pathedic lives.)
     
    I tried my best to get Tom headed into the freakin' direction toward warmth, though we did find nice spot next to the Library in the circle of benches to chil (no pun intended) and talk to his gay amigo Sam.
     
    Later on, I dragged him to MickyD's (which he convinced beyond a doubt no one worth talking to would be there) and we meet up with an old friend and her foster sister.
     
    I mean, sure, they were a bit high, but they're nice.
     
    Four o'clock rolls it, and I ditch them right there in Mcdonald's to watch '10000 B.C.' with the old group, The Amigos!
     
    It was... causal... We did movies all the time in the days I was there so... (only after I had to ditch them too because I had to go to my old church which my ride home would be attending)
     
    When I was outside my ride's car, the wind blew, I repeated the words, hoping to set my mind to stand resistant to cold better... and something magical happened...
     
    I dove behind the church to reduce the cold.
     
    So I come back, raid the blogs as usual, eat dinner, and start this blog entry.
     
    So, now that the introduction is over, I'll get to the point!
     
    Freakin' Brawl isn't the best game 'eva'. Its Tekken... with Nintendo-owned characters. Get over it.
     
    As much as I reframe from saying the word, it must be said.
     

     
    And I kicked the ball.
     
    ~AA
  23. 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
  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.
     
    Today's (or tonight's) song is one that brings me to imagining a happy life with Bionigirl. Must admit I first heard it walking into Hollister, but still... its a great song to play when in love.
     
    On Top Of The World by Boys Like Girls
     
    ~AA
  25. 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.
     
    The song of the day today is a hardcore song, and really the only hardcore I listen to on a daily basis. If you need to be fired up, about to go into a fight, a rough sports game, or Halo for all I care, listen to it and let the adrenline flow through with a burning passion.
     
    This Fire Burns by Killswitch Engage
     
    ~AA
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