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  1. Arch-Angel

    Ugh! I Hate Tuesdays!

    By Arch-Angel,

    Wait... what?
     
    Its Thursday?
     
    My biological clock in so messed up right now. Yesterday, I thought it was Tuesday, the day I hate especially. Why? I haven't talked to Bionigirl in what feels like two weeks when actually two days.
     
    But the second-worse thing about yesterday was Amatuer Wrestling Practice.
     
    I was still sore from the first practice. My thighs and my butt hurt when I go upstairs, downstairs, walking, getting up, trying to sit down, and move out of the way of people in the hallways. Today's even worse. More sore, more pain, etc.
     
    In practice, we got to do combat, which basically means we go up against either our partner or a chosen partner. I get graduated-from-High-School-last-year-with plenty of expericence Assistant Coach. The way you had to win was first person to get to thrity points would win. The you would gets points is by either getting both of the opponent's hands on the mat (2 points) or get them to pass the line on the mat. He overpowered me trice times (thats three) to get me passed the line and got my hands on the ground twice. Equals 7 points to... 0. I wrestled for 20 long minutes and lost. They reason he got me off the mat the last two times was the fact I was more exhausted, I was even more sore, and definitely not at 100%, though he noticed the I worked out a bit considering I held my ground well.
     
    Half of me considered quitting the team, and the other half cussed myself out and told myself that I've only had two days of practice so far, and to suck it up. So I took my insults and advice.
     
    Got home via ride from mom's co-worker, and within an hour, after a shower, turning on the computer, doing my sister's laundry for her and about to go downstairs to get her boyfriend in the lobby, my body said, "Nap time."
     
    ...So I wake up at 11:30 PM. First I though it was morning and I missed the most part of school, said "Whatever" and then looked out my window. No sunshine.
     
    Dang it!
     
    I didn't miss school, but I didn't have any BZP time or AIM time in case Bionigirl came on. I got some dinner, went online for 15 minutes, brushed my teeth, and hit the sack again.
     
    Wasted day... and today does not look any bit as promising.
     
    Did I mention Saturday Practice at 1-4?
     
    I miss Karley...
     
    Sad, tired, and somewhat regretting to have such a enthusiastic, unenthusiastic personality...
     
    ~AA
  2. Arch-Angel
    My first practice for wrestling and the sweatiest I've been since Summer, and I think I might of surpassed that.
     
    I am sore. I am tired.
     
    And I'm going to hit the gym soon.
     
    For some reason, amateur wrestling is starting to come naturally. Got a point from my partner everytime he reached in for an atack. Guess its because I love lifting people up using the Fireman's Carry and you get a point just lifting their leg up. Can't let them get your leg up or have your head touch the mat. I'm hard enough to get off my feet.
     
    Though through the practice, there is this manvuer where you bring you waist and thighs down really quick with your legs up, and lets just say one landing of mine wasn't too well. ><
     
    The coach said this is the hardest sport in the school, that we're going to get sore, that we're going to get hurt, sometimes bleed, and that the only way you'll last is through Hard Work.
     
    Thats what got me. Hard Work. Anything physical that will prove to be a acheivable challenge, I'll take.
     
    There is an old saying in wrestling that my coach told us.
     
    "Boys play with balls, and men wrestle."
     
    I like it. Its cocky. Its irrogant. Its tick others off.
     
    But I alway feel better about myself only that.
     
    Your Future WWE Champion of the World...!
     

  4. 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
  5. Arch-Angel

    The Truth About Girls

    By Arch-Angel,

    Hey! Omi was right! The title will attract them!
     
    I'm sorry guys and gals, couldn't help myself.
     
    So, I got a problem. Not a big one, just...
     
    I need help with my Christmas/Birthday List.
     
    This is it so far...
     
    1. New mp3 Player: the one I have isn't being detected by the computer anymore, so can't put in music...
     
    2. CM Punk Clover Baseball Cap
     
    3. Batista Unleashed Hardcover Book
     
    4. Gift Card to American Eagle or Hollister
     
    Any suggestions?
     

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

     

  7. Arch-Angel
    Before, in the past, I believed this holiday to be one of peace, giving thanks, and eating until my stomach nearly bursted.
     
    This year, I have had little peace, few things to be thankful for, and I'm not hungry...
     
    If you noticed, I haven't done a blog entry on any holidays. I told you the ones of the past, the ones that were littered with family sorrow.
     
    When I thought that my life would go smooth and fine. When I thought that Christmas 2006 would be fun. This day marks the anniversary of when I thought that my parents would stay together.
     
    I'll tell you what I'm thankful for.
     
    I am thankful for not living on the streets. I am thankful that I'm a Believer, I am thankful for my girlfriend Bionigirl, I am thankful for my friend Taki, I am thankful of my friends in my old town, and I am thankful I have some friends in my new school.
     
    What I'm not thankful for?
     
    I am not thankful for living in an apartment that gives me as much freedom to the outside to that o a prison. I am not thankful for the fact this Christmas might be more of a disappointment then last year's. I a not thankful that I still have to deal with the fact that my parents are divorced and I don't hear the end of it.
     
    The Holidays to disappoint are upon me yet again...
     
    Happy Holidays everyone, I hope you'll enjoy it more than I will...
     

  8. Arch-Angel
    This morning went better than most mornings. I dreamt a story that actually made sense, had it stopped by the sound of the radio going off at 5:51 AM, brushed my teeth, shaved a perfect shave with a new razor (no burns!) got dressed, ate a bowl of Honey Nut Cheerios, got my bag, and left. Everything perfect. Got my cash, my mp3, wallet, ID, everything.
     
    So I'm walking to the bus stop, the usual people are there, and a few more considering its raining (thankfully not as hard as it was yesterday) I am less than 25 feet away. The bus pulls in, everyone gets in, I'm running, the bus leaves.
     
    NO. The story isn't over.
     
    A man in his car witnessed my run for the bus.
     
    "Hey, where's the next stop?"
     
    "This was the last one."
     
    "Oh man."
     
    "But there is a traffic light a quarter-mile up the highway."
     
    "You sure it'll be a red light?"
     
    "Its always a red light."
     
    "Alright, get in."
     
    We drive up, the bus is inching closer ad closer to the light. Luckily the thrid lane formed and the cars in front of us moved out of the second lane (which we were on) and we got to the point where we were a car away. I thanks the man plenty, got out, and ran over to the bus. I knocked on the window. Though I didn't understand the movement of his hands, my sister did once I got back home.
     
    He had the index finger going side to side, the 'safe' call you see in baseball, and with both hands pointed down moving up and down.
     
    Translation: 'Not safe here'
     
    The bus drove off as the green light went up and the cars in front moved. I watched the bus go off in the distance and disappear going slightly downhill.
     
    "(ADD GROUP OF SWEARS HERE)"
     
    So its raining, the back of my pants at the bottom are wet from puddles in the break-down lane I'm walking in, and its a quarter-mile walk back to my apartment.
     
    During my walk, first thing that popped up,"Hey, I got a story for my blog."
     
    Plus I could listen to the radio on my mp3.
     
    Get home, told my mom not to give me any crud and told the story, decided to sty home, slept until 1, and two hours later, I made this entry. Its 3:11 PM, and a pretty funny start to a Friday.
     
    Song of the Day at 7 or sooner...
     

  9. Arch-Angel

    A World Not My Own...

    By Arch-Angel,

    The way my life is going, I feel like a fish out of water. So long my life has had tradegy. So long, I've faced pain and trouble.
     
    But now... what's going on?
     
    I feel out of my territory. I'm not in the Bottomless Pit of my life. I feel like I'm wasting my life away.
     
    I miss my friends. If I didn't have problems to speak of, they did. Mi Amigos, all of them. Especially my friend, Josh. He is like a brother to me. Heck, we joke together about how we're going to be Tag Team Champions on the WWE. And how I'm going to be The World Heavyweight Champion and all, and he's gonna beat me for it. We laugh on and on...
     
    But now... I miss him like family.
     
    The thing is... I can't find peace within my peace.
     
    I have no fun, I have no true happiness, and I have no problem.
     
    I know someone is going to say, "Enjoy it while it lasts." But I can't enjoy it. I'm not in my element. Its like an imbalance in my life.
     
    I have more Yang then I do Yin right now, and I hate it.
     

     
     
  10. Arch-Angel

    Things Are Looking Up

    By Arch-Angel,

    I should listen to Taki more often. I got more friends, I'm still not findng my way around school, but hey...
     
    Oh, and my grades might rise.
     
    Geometry makes sense to me. Before, I was dealing with Geometry from 20 years ago (that Cousulor said he hasn't seen that kind of Geometry since then) and now I'm ACTUALLY DOING MATH. With numbers!
     
    I'm going to join the Wrestling Team in the Middle Weight Devision. The coach said they need more Middle Weights, so he's proud to see me join. I'm putting my A-Game into it.
     
    Evenutally it'll all come crashing down. I haven't been to church since I moved, and knowing me, I wn't handle it well at all without my God.
     
    Thanks for cheering me up guys, hoping for a bright future!
     
    ~AA
  11. Arch-Angel

    The New Kid Burden

    By Arch-Angel,

    I missed school today for the simple reasons that one, my mom doesn't want to drive me to school because she's too tired, and two, I woke up at 7, an the bus leaves five minutes before that.
     
    But what I find as one of the most difficult tasks a new kid can have is this.
     
    Finding someplace to sit.
     
    Yes, I do have my fantasies that a table of cute girls call me and I'm back in business flirting, but thats never the case (unless I happen to model, which isn't likely either)
     
    Though there is this cute girl in my Geometry class that had a conversation with...
     
    Anyways, yesterday I sit at the table with the Brazilian(s) I recognize. It isn't easy. I have to wander around for 20 seconds looking like an cool dude with my eyes searching every table. But eventually I found one... too bad the table of Brazilian girls was full.
     
    Another thing, as much as I want to, I don't think it'll happen. I keep talking to Taki about this, I can't keep it out of my mind... I really want a Blog of the Week Award. But I might as well give up and just keep updating this thing.
     
    Over and out...
     

  12. Arch-Angel
    First day in my new town, and its about maybe... several time bigger than my last high school. I'm going to one of the large schools in the state of MA, and can't ever find my way t the gym.
     
    I'm probably smarter than some of my English Classmates because though I didn't even learn the Vocabuary, I finished the quiz before them and I was helping them cheat.
     
    10th History is what I learned last year, so I take a Juinor History Class next week and I don't take History my Juinor or Senior year! Woot!
     
    Yet to have Biology or Geometry...
     
    Well, only five periods a day and I've had four of them (one Study and the other Phys. Ed) so all and all, the educational part is taken care of.
     
    Now, my popularity...
     
    I got none.
     
    I was so used to knowing everyone, now only 3 people I know from the Fifth Grade and my Childhood Brazilian Friends are my only friends, and I don't even have a reputation with them.
     
    In my old town, I was freakin' praised for the crazy things I did. Clean Slates aren't my specialty.
     
    Hoping to gain more popularity...
     

  13. 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.
     

  14. Arch-Angel

    Get A Girl?

    By Arch-Angel,

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

  15. Arch-Angel
    I have been known in my school for...
     
    Playing jokes.
     
    Quite a few.
     
    Its tradition.
     
    Well, usually, at the end of each year, I pull a prank for the enjoyment of others. Last year was noteable, but not good. Basically threw a basketball into my Physics Class (got a 30 in the class anyways), and biked into the cafeteria.
     
    Trust me, as much as it sounds cool, it really isn't.
     
    In the 8th grade, in which it all started, we went to an Island off the coast of Boston called 'George's Island', and if you look at the map, I jumped into the Pier.
     
    Yes. And the excuse was that someone threw my fashlight in the water, and went to retrieve it. It was meant to be an excuse of stupidity, in which it worked. I got 30 bucks (out of a claimed 100) and fame up 'til this day. Today, I imagine many 'What If' ideas. Like,"What if I had other people dive in with me?" or,"Why didn't I run back to the island ground, sprint to the Pier, and do a front flip?"
     
    I was laughing into my pillow two nights ago when I thought of the front flip.
     
    Anyways...
     
    This year, I am moving away. People are counting on me to make it good. I either hose down the 'Model Preps' with soda, run around in a monkey suit in the cafe (which obtaining the Monkey Suit would be a problem) or run in my Biology Class wearing a Halloween mask dancing and do "Crank That Souija Boi!" then Silly String them(mind you, I will be wearing running shoes), or Diet Coke and Mentos Geyser (which could backfire easily if it doesn't go off).
     
    1. Hose down Model Preps
     
    2. Monkey Suit (very unlikey)
     
    3. Halloween, Crank That Souija Boy, Trick or Treat, Silly String (I like it, but not wide spread prank for everyone)
     
    4. Diet Coke and Mentos Geyser in Cafe
     
    You decide! And be quick! You have until Monday!!!
     

  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
    I can't believe its been two days since one of the funnest days I ever had in my life. WOO!
     
    Sorry, still got me some excitement flowing. Lemme give the pics...
     

    My girl Karen (Unoffical, but I plan to pop the question)
     

    The kid on the far right has no idea whats going on...
     

    One of my favorites...
     

    Me and my friend Meg
     

    (Was going to pop the question, but a guy named 'Colin' beat me to it by a week... did I mention he wears girls' jeans for some reason?)
     

    Hendrick to the far left, Danielle, Me, Amy, and Kaleigh
     

    Karlee, Meg, Lauren, Me...
     

    Yes, we have fireworks too.
     

    Some people partied TOO hard...
     
    But the one pic that I love the most is...
     

    Well, aside from my friend Jeremie, its me and Karen.
     
    Post comments, questions, criticism, insults...
     

  18. Arch-Angel
    Yesterday... oh wow... was a mess.
     
    My friend Tom is very honest. He tells me things I should know, especially people talking trash about me. He told how the entire group of Sophomore girls think of me as one word:
     
    Weird.
     
    This word has haunted me ever since I moved to this town. I admit, I was weird. I still am. But the way they say it sounds like I shouldn't even be within 50 yards of them.
     
    Personally, if they were guys, I'd really want to kick their butts. But only one guy in that group of people (The Model Preps, I call them) is the member of the bike 'gang', King Kong, who I also want to throw into a pit similar to my own.
     
    Tom is constantly asked," Why do you talk to him?"
     
    "Because he's nice and he's my friend..."
     
    He is the only nice one there. He gets it. He doesn't look down on people(well, just stereotypes the geeks), but he looks at me like he looks at the girls, as a friend.
     
    The Model Preps, though, look at me walking by at they would if I was eating worms with ketchup.
     
    I mean, I have one heck of a reputation for the stupid and sketchy, but they never look past that. They should look at themselves.
     
    They do everything together. Piercings, drinking, same clothes, same attitude, same hair style...
     
    Truly, they don't think for themelves. No individual mind. No different opinon. What one thinks, the other has to.
     
    In my mind, thats just... weird.
     
    And one of them has a catch phrase when they see me or a geek:
     
    Ewwww!
     
    Now that hurts.
     
    WHen my friend told me this, I was confused. I was angry, but sad I couldn't do anything about it. I wanted to destroy a car with my bare hands, but that wouldn't fix a thing.
     
    When I left his house, across from our small town, the quickest way home on foot was through the downtown area, past where they hang out.
     
    I don' know if they saw me, no one said anything about it at school today.
     
    I cried most of the way there. Tears. Eyes near closed, but enough to see the ground.
     
    My eyes still hurt.
     
    I passed by a group as they were sitting on a bench across from the local CVS.
     
    'Somewhere I belong' on my mp3 blocked out anything they had to say. For the better too. I don't know what I'd do if I heard an insult. I probaby looked like I was sleeping or something, mybe they saw the tears. But it doesn't matter, because I don't know if it was them.
     
    I wish we'd move faster. Best chance I got is 'til November.
     
    I wish... just to get rid of their cocky personalites.
     
    'Someday, as we all grow up, we realize that its not the world that doesn't understand you, its you not understanding the world.'
     
    I believe my own quote more than ever now.
     

  19. Arch-Angel
    Just looking back at it, I remember perfectly saying to myself," I hope this week doesn't go bad."
     
    Well, should've knocked on wood, 'cause it did.
     
    Monday was normal. Rountine, but peaceful. Hung out with my friends Sarah ad Hendrick, two Haitians who I've known since the 7th Grade (Hendrick in the 6th), and when the two are together, I can't help but laugh my butt off and have a good time.
     
    Tuesday was very busy day. Weirdly enough, fun also (and stranger, on 9/11). It was down pouring and our Gym class (last period) got out early so Sarah, Hendrick, our Keyan friend Bradley(We call him JJ, dunno why), and the new girl from the town I'm moving back to ironically, were hanging out under the incline laughing and all. Mom picked me up, brought me to my friend's house three towns away within an hour so I could go to American Eagle with a coupon thing. By 8 PM, I buy the pants, Kanye West's Brand New CD "Graduation", and out the mall doors.
     
    Wednesday was the big day. Brazil vs. Mexico at the Gillette Stadium!
     
    Mind you, we have few Mexicans in MA, and near half the population is Brazilian. The Stadium was full! I remember the number... 64,585 people in that Stadium... The largest amount of people ever to come to a Soccer Game in the Stadium's history.
     
    Brazil lost to Mexico twice in the past and the rivalry was growing. I'll give a percentage point from the people in the Stadium.
     
    Brazilians: 80%
    Mexicans: 15%
    Others: 5%
     
    Well, by the time Brazil got its second goal, the Mexican in front of us took off his Mexican Soccer Jeresy ad under with a Wife Beater and started cheering with us," Brazil! Brazil!"
     
    Hilarous.
     
    Brazil won 1-3, even with a dirty ref. One of the Mexican players jumped and grabbed the ball, ticking off the Brazilian team, the Brazilian crowd, the anyone watching it on TV around the freakin' world! Thats an instant kick-out from the game! One of Soccer's bggest no-no's! The cursed red card from the offical!
     
    And even as it was plainly in his sight, he claims he didn't see it.
     
    Now by this time, a lot of Potuguese swears came about the ref.
     
    All in all, we still won and left happy.
     
    Thursday is where I had the fall of the happy week. Fun because I came back from hanging out with Tom(The popular kid I talked about before) going into a trail in the woods. Now, he isn't too bright, so he wasn't paying attention too well when I told him what Hendrick said about him as a joke. He got the joke word-for-word, but not the end part where I told him "Don't tell him I said that".
     
    By Friday, he told him. Now Hendrick likes to think things a bit too over-the-top than they should be. Now he is convinced that I talk trash behind his back, but he has a reason not to trust me. He won't even come near someone else if I'm with them, nor does he care if I get arrested for something I didn't do.
     
    I tried saying sorry, and he's taken it like I offered him a hot bag of dog poop.
     
    The thing is, this is 8th grade drama. Nothing like his happened since the 8th grade (with half the drama was started by him in the first place). It happened before, and its over. Its quite sad he's doing it again.
     
    Anyway, what makes it even worse, I can't go near Sarah or JJ anymore without a glare wishing I'd get tossed into the Pits of Hates (Which is a bit more terrible than my current life).
     
    And yes, I did use every ounce of self-control not spill my water bottle in his face when it started.
     
    And my life is a mess yet again...
     

  20. Arch-Angel

    The Fear Of Love

    By Arch-Angel,

    Many of you toss around the word. Whether discribing something you cherish, a family member, or a member of the opposite gender(or same gender, if thats how you roll).
     
    On my end, Love is something to avoid.
     
    I keep thinking that I'm going to repeat History.
     
    And do what my father has done.
     
    Omi is right, of course. We are still at too young an age, even to know what true love is. Its not lust, or liking them because they're cute or attractive, or just because they give you everything you want.
     
    Its not what you want, its what you need.
     
    "The One" is an expression used by both boys and girls, men and women, who are trying to find a soul mate that interlocks with them perfectly and without a hitch.
     
    When you find her/him, tell me how it feels, but I have a fear of love.
     
    I like the fact of being in a relationship. They make me feel more secure, but so fragile at the same time. Doing something wrong to mess it up, talk to a girl causally and rumors fly around that I'm cheating. Its amazingly stupid how people will judge on spot.
     
    My last relationship last 2-3 weeks. It was almost broken from the beginning, my girlfriend and her friend were at war with each other. Needless to say, her "friend" spread a rumor saying that she was cheating on me. She informed me of the rumor once it spread around her grade(7th) and in two days, my grade (9th). Needless to say, we broke up anyway. I wasn't broken up about at all. I felt like a weight was lifted off the two ton load on my back, easing the pressure.
     
    But what I truly feel afraid of is... breaking the hearts of my family. If I have kids, a wife, and a church, I feel as if I'll repeat everything that happened to my dad. I don't want that.
     
    I vowed not to get married, for fear of hurting my future wife and kids.
     
    That is my fear. You can go out, meet a girl/boy, anything. Just, for heart's sake, make sure its true.
     

  21. Arch-Angel
    Right now, I turned off my music to type this.
     
    The past two days have been a bit difficult. Doing my homework, doing chores, hanging out with friends, and doing what I have to do on BZP.
     
    But everyday, exhausted or not, I sit down on this chair and listen to my music.
     
    I'm pretty sure not many of you listen to Hip-Hop, Rap, or R&B. Most of you have your,"92% of people have moved on to rap, if you're one of the 8% the listens to real music, put this in your profile/blog/signature."
     
    Now thats just rude.
     
    You see us hating you? No. We like a beat like you like a guitar. You say Rap and Hip-Hop isn't music?
     
    Its entertaining, it has emotion, it has lyrics. Its music.
     
    I say you stop hatin'. You can listen to your music, I'll listen to mine.
     
    "45% of people have moved on to Rap and Hip-Hop, another 45% still listens to rock. If you are one of the 10% that Party Like A Rockstar, put this in your profile/blog/signature."
     

  22. Arch-Angel

    Unloved And Broken

    By Arch-Angel,

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

  23. Arch-Angel
    September 4th, 2007. 45th anniversary of my Father's birth
     
    The title told you. That's right, Sept. 4th marks the day my father birthday, the one who has ruined my good run.
     
    The man who has made me emotionally distraught.
     
    The man who has taken care of me since I was a baby.
     
    The man who destroyed the family who stood strong through everything else.
     
    The man who I joked with even until now, plus go to movies, buy things, etc.
     
    The man who used to come home tired and angry after work, taking it out on me and my sis.
     
    The man who...
     
    Made me a man.
     
    Through all the pain, I still love my Father. No matter how much I'd love to cherish the moment, if I get it, of me kicking him in between the leg with a good kick, though the many chances I could, I didn't.
     
    It pains me.
     
    What's worst is that the kid that taunted me in te 8th grade for being a Christian and left for a vocational school came back.
     
    And my oh my, I was looking at his neck, thinking only how a choke slam could set him straight. A Fireman's Takeover. A Stone Cold Stunner. A hard left punch. A gut wrencher.
     
    Anything.
     
    But something tells me that'll come soon, if he continues...
     
    And how that'll turn out, I know only half of.
     
    Holding in my anger,
     

  24. Arch-Angel
    It seems unavoidable. And I see it coming.
     
    Once its close to fall, everyone is falling in love.
     
    Maybe its called "Fall" not for the leaves afterall.
     
    Anyways, I might as well tell you about the girl.
     
    This girl is new this year, and she's cute. Everyone keep telling me how hot she is and all, but don't like her for that. Heck, I don't think I like like her at all for that matter.
     
    I'll tell you how it started first off.
     
    First day of school, everyone is talking about this new brazilian girl and how she's hot and all.
    I'm thinking,"Okay, I bet I can spot her right off the bat."
    I can. And I do. You should know (read first blog entry).
    She can understand very little English, and that goes for her speech too. When she sat behind me in History, and tried to tell the teacher about her Language difficulty, I turn around, and in a cool way, asked in Portuguese,"Brazilian huh?"
     
    She sighed in relief,"Finally!"
     
    From what I learned then on was great. She's 17, lived in America for two months, formerly lived in a city south of my Brazilian State Sao Paulo, and she likes Big Macs! Not a fan of the latter, but there is more to her.
     
    Thing is, I haven't known her long enough. I maybe street bred, but I'm different from the other guys. I like(d) Bionicle, I like to read, I like to get to know a girl first.
     
    Maybe BZP only know the true me.
     
    But to tell you all the truth, I haven't felt feelings for a girl since the beginning of July. I've felt empty.
     
    I feel... Fearless.
     
    Maybe thats why I welcome danger with a open hand.
     
    If I die like this, then I go with little regret.
     

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

     
     
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