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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
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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
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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...
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"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
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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
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The last weekend before my Premier Membership and blogging rights came back, I slept over my friend's house. You could say 'fun'... If he didn't live far away from anything to do. Seriously, the only thing you can do is go to Blockbuster, Radio Shack, Sears, and Shaws. He lives on a small highway (not to be confused with a freeway). Anyways, I unexpectedly dropped by and uexpectly slept over. My mom had to pick up a package at a UPS Store and the delivery was coming in an hour... I fell asleep... and she didn't want to go home. So she brings us to my friend's house and n hour later, I reluctantly decide to stay. Half-hour later, I find out that I have the only keys to the apartment. And her only cell phone belonged to the company she was fired from and had to return. No way of contacting her, and I'm left to boredom and a computer slower than a turtle frozen in a stream. Now, to understand what happens next, read this entry. Guess who happens to be there for her when she can't get in? Yep! The lady from that entry! My mother stood in the lobby entrance for five minutes just waiting. The lady comes through the side door and walks to the lobby entrnce to get her mail. The instant my mom saw her face she thought, "Ah (dang)." The lady opens the door and as it slowly starts closing, and madre holds it before it closes. "Excuse me, but you can't go in." "Lady, I live here." "If you live here, where's your key-card?" "Its with my son. He's sleeping right now and I can't reach him." NOTE: So she lied... shorter than telling her the real story. "What apartment?" "122. I have the key to te apartment right here," my mom answers showing the key. NOTE: Seriously, does that question even matter? Like she knows everyone that lives here... "Do you know how many incidents there have been because of people breaking in since I've moved here? How old is your son?" NOTE: When she moved here, this must'e been her neighbor. "He's a teenager. You know how hard it is to wake them up when they sleep." NOTE: This is true. You could ring the phone six tims before I'm annoyed enough to get up, first brush my teeth to get the taste of dry spit out of my mouth, then look at the caller-ID to find the next victim of my rant and anger as to why they are awakening me from my slumber. (<- Big words make me feel more educated then the grades tell ) "Why can't he open it for you?" "I'm gonna find out right now." And mom walked through the door, she kept yelling, and my mom walked causally up to her apartment. I'm gonna cuss this woman out next time around... ~AA
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I don't even know why I'm bothering with my blog NOW. I'll just tell you to get it off my shoulders. Today started off as usual. My sleep is diprived as I'm reading the book 'Jumper' that the movie was orginally made from. Though I don't know the acccuracy from the two, 'Jumper' is a good book. Which is why I'm up until 1 AM reading. So I get up at 5:40 AM (clock is 20 minutes fast so it reads 6 AM to physicologically rush me in the morning) and I do my rountine. Bathroom, clothes, frosted flakes with milk bound to expire (that'll be a fun day), and all the things I need. I get to school and know I'll have work to make up from my absence yesterday. During lunch though, a friend of mine named Tito starts trash-talking about how he made me tap out in some playful grappling (basically amatuer wrestling without the style) and it was before Biology, I lefted him p with bare strength and could've slammed him down and chose not to. Considering the teacher would walk in and give me a detention right off the bat, I tapped. Now... he hasn't stopped talking about it. And continues to talk in lunch. So, with splitting headache and all, I challenge him. After school, meet in the front entrance. 3 PM, he shows up, and the Aleve a friend of mine gave was helping quite a bit. We walked to the field arcoss the street from where his friends are playing 'Suicide' and others just hanging out. I take off my polo, empty my pockets, stretch a bit, and we start. After we broke up from the first round, my lip starts bleeding a lot. During on of his moves (possibly the DDT), my front teeth came down on my bottom lip, cutting it open. I suck on it a bit a spit on the ground. We go a second time, and when I found a moment I could take him down, I got on top of his back and into a headlock. After a few seconds of squeezing, he tapped. Though the tap was only viewed from my eyes, I know I won dispite what his friends didn't see. Right now we're even. No need for a thrid round to prove who's better. He's talking about how he cut my lip and all because he just can't come out saying he lost. Apparently thats too much for him. I just know I beat him. Not the biggest challenge, but I beat him. (expect a Rond Three tomorrow if he keeps talking) Before all this, in English class, my teacher wants to know whats up with my homework, and my failing grade. I simply told him, "I'll have my essay in tomorrow." "Good man." Fast forward presently to the story from before, and fast forward. 4 PM I get home in my not so cozy apartment and look around the blogs. I'm exhausted (sleep deprived and grappling, do the math) and I walk over to where my mom is on the couch and plant myself there for a nap. A four and a half hour nap. It was 9 PM, I'm a bit mad my mom didn't make an effort to wake me up. I have my dinner, come here, look at the latest blog entries from the one I left off, and get on my blog. I noticed Valenti's comment, and I thank him for his approval. I click the entry button on top, click 'Add Entry' and I know I should be doing that 4-5 paragraph essay on Brutus' character in William Shakespeare's 'Julius Caesar'. The instant I click the button, my teacher (in my head) shouted, "Moron!" like he does to some of the students. No, he isn't a bad teacher, but he isn't stupid whatsoever. He likes to challenge you, which I like in a teacher. If he must use an insult (more like show who fits the description in class) he will. So right now, Mr. McNeill is shouting in my head. My conscience is right next to him, slapping me upside the head. Ugh... Better do that essay... ~AA
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I've faced this question with my mom plenty of times. "Why do you have a blog? Can't you have a journal? Diary?" Thats tough to answer. Not because I have don't have an answer, but because it's complicated and emotional. Before I was going to type my first blog entry, I looked over other blogs. A lot of it is freedom of expression. And by that, I mean randomness. Exo and Spitty being the two front-runners. In my mind, they are the unoffical comedians of this enormous forum. Its amazing how I much I chuckle at their jokes as they see one thing, make it a joke the next. I remember after Chii made a topic sparking a huge flame war with him just dominating the members in the arguement using their own fire. It, of course, was closed. I go Chii's profile, I laugh with him. Then I see at the bottom where Exo commented: THEY SEE ME TROLLIN THEY HATIN... Could stop laughing. Another thing I saw were discussions on the sets and storyline. Plenty talk, but not my cup of tea. Why? I grew out of it, and I don't even like Ice Tea for that matter. Though I believe I saw one serious blog. I believe it was Lady Kopaka going on abot her life. A few comments, but I knew she was popular. So I made a choice. Either I make a blog on my life and the things that haunt it, or I decide to make others laugh. I tried random. I wanted to become a popular member, like Exo and Spitty. I wanted to fit in, I wanted to make others laugh. I couldn't feel it. The words that I typed weren't real. They weren't who I am. They didn't say who I was, what I am, what I wanted to be, what I was, what I've done, what I saw, what I expericenced, what I felt, what I had to let out. This is the outcome. Hey, I may not be popular, but I sure felt better after that. So to answer the question as to why I use a blog instead of a journal or a diary, is simple. A journal and diaries are written thoughts only accessable to the world. A blog is a journal or a diary that is given to the world to read. To release thoughts. To say what can't be said. Well, to me anyways. ~AA
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During previous Premier Membership, I mentioned the new classes I got for the second school semester. The new electives are Transportation Technology and Lifetime Activities. I thought Lifetime Activites was Acting first of all. The guidance counselor got me confused and I forgot the class. Anyways, I decide not to leave the class on the count as it provides extra fitness for me. I need it since my knees have started hurting tremendously. So I've stopped goin to the gym and currently weigt in at about 228. Back to the previous weight I've had last year. Got to say I'm glad it doesn't show as bad as Tom told me If we were to meet today, he'd think I was 190 at most. ...Still wish I was back at 215... Back to the original topic. After we finished Ping Pong (or as the Chinese say: Ping Pong) we started playing Volleyball. Now, I'm Brazilian, and naturally growing around Brazilians, I love Volleyball. It the one sport where I can hit the ball with my hand and get some praise. Now around the time of learning how to play, my mom is able to by me a pair of knee braces (Praise the Lord!) and my knees feel better. Though it does sweat a lot underneath the fabric. And when the velcro loosens, it painfully goes up against my skin, thus having to adjust to my pleasure yet again. Its worth it I guess. Our team started strong, though yesterday started losing. It was hard to tell who was going for the ball considering everyone forgot the communication idea by saying "Got it!". And yours truly took a lot of crud from the team for the reason being that we didn't talk. So it wasn't until after gym we realized what we should've done to fix that problem. That got me steamed inside, outside I didn't show it. The last game, we went up against what you can say is a team that likes to taunt. Or the 'captain' of the team anyways. Started calling me Knees, Knee Pads, Pads... Many a time I wanted to grab the volleyball and give a threat no suitable for BZP. (thats right Nukora, I contained myself) Though I didn't get the chances, the last time he did, I came up to the net (being in the front row) and stared hm down. I think he got the message. The Monday continued to prove just as bad as I knew it would. The five hours after Lifetime Activites just showed me how much I truly hate high school education. Why can't I get on a plane and crash land on the Destiny Islands of Kingdom Hearts? They always looked so calm, carefree, and simple... ~AA
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EDIT: Why didn't any of you tell me I wrote 'mentally' as 'metally'? I knew I wrote something wrong... NOTE: I hate my keyboards. They miss every other letter whenItype. Including thesace button. If grammar andspellng go wrongin this entry, I'll have to re-readitall when ts done.This statement isn't currently being looed at, bu Im slaming o the keys as we seak. For those of you that have read my blog, you know the emotion I put into it. The thoughts, the humor, the expericences. I've shared with you how I had a descent life at one point and how it all came crashing down starting in between the hours of 1 and 2 AM of January 2nd, 2007. If you just started reading this because of the title, then thats okay. My life story goes with this entry entirely. On that night, things were rocky. Dad wasn't home. We just came back from a late night showing of 'Night in the Museum' starring the funny Ben Stiller. In my head, I thought things would eventually fall into place where everything would be alrght in a few days. My dad wouldn't be with that woman, my mom wouldn't be sad, there wouldn't be another Christmas without him. That night would prove to me that I was wrong. My father came through the door, full head of steam. My sister parked her car in the position so that he couldn't get in the driveway. Again. He's had enough. He goes up the stairs, bangs on my sister's door with his angry fists, ready to unleash a storm. He felt disrepected. He was being kept away from his home. The house that he has worked had to get, worked hard to keep. My sister had a very good arguement to back up her actions against him. He spent Christmas and New Years with this woman and her two kids. He stayed with her after work. He came back home regularly at midnight since the middle of November. He indirectly dropped us. My mind set wasn't the best. I thought that God would bring this to rest. That He would show my pastor of a father the wrong of his ways. What was doing, what he was losing. I thought of this as short-term drama. I knew little of long-term drama. I was about to expericence a crash course lesson on the subjects of "Long-Term Drama" and "Unpleasant Life altering expericences". This entry covers it all. That was the day I was kicked off my mental placement of life. I believe that inside, we all have an idea of our placement in life. What we are used to. Who we are with. When life gives you lemon and all. But when your whole thought process is offically punted off the Empire State Building you orginally were on, you fall faster and faster and hits the ground with a heck of an impact. The things you were used to, gone. The day-by-day rountine, changed. Your eyes have opened. Congrats, life has opened your blinded eyes and you offically know what emotional pain looked like. Now, think of this. When you tell of your expericence and receive the comment, "Well think of the people that have it worse than you. The homeless, the starving children in Africa, etc.' Has that made you feel better? It didn't make me. 'Why not?' you might ask yourself, 'Why does that not help whatsoever in making feel better? The people who have the worse life could give?' Because thats not the case. The homeless have found ground. They might have been homeless for years. The starving kids in Africa might have been born into this lifestyle, its been their ground, its been their lives. You have lost the ground beneath your feet. You have lost what you had. In my case, I have never known the emotion surrounded by a divorce. Now I do. You see, its not what we expericenced, but how far down the pit we fell. 'Isn't that the same thing?' No. I know this girl. A Model Prep. The kind of girl that has had little to no turmoil in her life to change the way see looks at things. Her parents might have been divorced at her young age, but she didn't have the mind-set to care. Her life has ran smooth so far. Wealthy family, expensive clothes, friends just like her, and laughs and proudly makes fun of everyone 'beneath' her. And enough vodka mixed with orange juice in between. Right now, Tom told me that she is getting drunk at a girl's house who has probably bought half the tequila in Mexico. Probably near a toilet bowl right now vomitting. Maybe she's out cold. Who knows? Her way of having fun. Its her placement. Now. What if that same girl were to lose everything she has? She has to move into an apartment complex, be in a school with no one like her (doubt it), lose someone as close to her as a sister/brother? No more wealth. No more close contact to friends. No more ground. Well, then life would've opened her blinded eyes, and offically knows what emotional pain looks like. Now many of you know exactly what I mean. Some of you have yet to reach this point in life, like that girl. Now comes the part where you grow. Finding ground in such a mess in like trying to find a piece of hay in a stack of needles. The first step is the step back. Look at everything. Review every single memory. The memories of your time when you were fine, before that dreaded day came. Look at that dreaded day. LOOK AT IT. The emotions, the pain, the sorrow, the agony. Now let it out. Cry. Sob. Mourn. Pray. You shouldn't keep it in. Countless will tell you not to hold in the emotions for good reason. Religious content removed. - Nukora If you have to cry, sob, mourn, or anything, then do it. Let it all out. Shout to the skys, shout to the world. But never keep anything in. When you do this, you'll know your placement. Its your rock bottom, and you must rise from it. Find ground. ~AA
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NOTE: I would be a proto point away from Premier Outstanding Citizen. I honest to the Lord Almighty love that. Don't welcome me back, because I never left. You guys knew this. I've been haunting your blogs as I was forced to say the time away from my blog, thus losing my chance at the golden prize I've looked forward to having. The Blog of the Week. That award I've craved for... now gone, in the fading memories of BZP... Like the hot topic twoyears ago about Lego being sexist because they had only one female toa, village, villian in each group that came each year (you can see how that part changed). Now, back to life. I have news. The news that makes you say "Whoa, Arch-Angel. I'm sorry to hear that. I hope you do ok." BTW, its spelled 'okay'. I dunno why I'm picky about that. As much as I like reading them, I always see them coming. Ruins the suprise. Two things. One. My sister left to Brazil to see her boyfriend who moved her using donated college money we get from our father's boss who we "keep in touch with". About a grand every year around Christmas time for each of us. So my sister cashes it in, get the tickets, flies her way down to the state of Minas Gerais, Brazil. Warm weather, beautiful beaches, and great food no matter what nation you're from. And she isn't having a grand time. She has, from what my mom tells me, gotten into a big arguement with her boyfriend (funny, he reminds me so much of my own father) and needless to say, isn't enjoying any of this. She refuses to drive down to Sao Paulo (another state south of Minas) to where our family lives. But I haven't gotten to the bad part. You see, tensions have rised in my mother's workplace. The President of Confianca Moving (Confianca means 'trust', you'll see how thats ironic later...) is in a a predictiment. Last year, the decided to move the Headquarters of the company from Sao Paulo, Brazil to Rio de Janeiro. This, in fact, is a big move considering this is a Brazilian-established moving company. Most of their profit comes from Brazil. If people in Rio didn't choose to use Confianca, then profit would go down. Profit went down. The President of the company of course, rather not take the blame the stupid #####, said it was the fault on different managers across the United States, saying they influenced the idea of the move. My mom was against it from the start of the idea, but the President sent a message to the managers she picked out. She pulled a Donald Trump... Let me round about it like this. My mom lost her job (this is the last week of her Two Weeks Notice) and she's applying for any places, including Macy's (which would be most likely have HALF her original salary) and she's applied to Tampa Bay, Florida, where the sun is hot, and my friends are not (there). My sister is in Brazil for another three weeks. We might not have our rent payment in time. Oh, and I'm calm about this, for some reason. I mean, come on now, don't you think I'd be used to getting hit with a cinder block of emotional stress by now? Lost the 'Saint' Tagline, so I'm sticking to the original sign-off. ~AA
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Today started out as any other. Get up, get dressed, of course its an hour until the bus comes, I go on BZP for a bit, leave the computer on, run for the bus stop and figure out that its either late or I just got there by the second before it left. Normal, right? Well, get to school. Gotta take the Gym Exam which wil be all about the sports we've learned and not one boy bother glancing at the Review Sheet the coach offered us. We're all set anyways because we saw the Pats vs. Chargers game, so no worries. I sit down on the bench next to my friend Shawn. Should've known this kid since Elementary, but we never were in the same class so whatever, we're friend now... More students come, more friends, talk and talk... blah blah blah, crack a few chuckles with dry humor... My old friend Carlos comes around. I've known Carlos for God knows how long. We were good friends in Elementary, and I actually got to meet up with him again tank to his girlfriend in my badly-placed Spanish class. Funny how it worked out... Back on topic. He starts talking about his history with me, and then he gets to the grantest memory. A memory so blurred by how unimportant it was to me. I barely remember anything in elementary because I started realizing life in the 6th grade. He tells me this story, and bits and pieces start coming back to me. There was this blonde kid in my class named Danny. Not a lot of friends because he talke a lot of smack, but he was friends with the most popular one, Andrew. At this camp place at a field trip, called Horizons for Youth, we get into... a fight? The question mark is there because I did all the fighting. My friend Jonathan Clark (funny how I was friends with the Class Explosive) tells me he's gonna beat Danny up as soon as I finish with him. In my mind, I never liked Danny, but I had nothing against him. I thought of only four words back then. 'I'm good, he's bad.' So what do I do? In this pillow fight, swings his pillow at me and it hurt because it scratched my face. All I needed was a little motivation and I grabbed him and started punching him in the back. His friend Andrew broke us up once he steps out of the shower still with a towel around him. Soon as he goes back in to do whatever, Danny walks up to me and tries to start a fight. From bits and pieces of my memory and what Carlos told me, I picked him up and dropped him back first on my knee. I walked away, and Jonathan Clark apparently started punching the holy heck out of him. Heard that he had to leave Horizons the next day due to back problems (whoa boy), but I don't remember AT ALL getting sespended or so much a slap on the wrist. Nothing. I remember in the Market during the 7th grade, I saw him. I thought about apologizing to him, but decided not to for some reason. Carlos tells me things haven't changed. Danny talks more smack then ever, and his cousin that I guess recently popped up. Andrew moved somewhere. I'm just glad that I've moved away. Went to a peaceful town where words are your bullets and your mouth is a gun. Softened me up physically, but build me up emotionally. Here's to peace... *Lifts up Pepsi for a toast*
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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!
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Its another Friday, and another time where my father wants to spend time with me. Fortunately, I use it to my advantage. I plan to watch the long-awaited Cloverfield, as is like... every person thats seen the trailer. I've actually advertised it in my homeroom when I write the date on the board for my homeroom teacher. I think I should've put it down so when I get to the theatre, the tickets aren't sold out. BUT, I have a counter. I'm buying the tickets, getting dinner with him, then, go watch the movie. Time I buy the tickets? Hour or two before! WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! I feel smart! Omi, go to the AMC in Framingham/Natick, got it? Though, there are chances my unfailable plan could fail. So, I will watch 'Atonement'... an hour and a half after Cloverfield starts. (Cloverfield - 8:00 PM, Atonement - 9:25 PM) Well, we'll see how that'll work out. This morning in homeroom, we got our new schedule for the second semester... yay...? History (of course) Biology (of course) Acting (New!) Spanish 2 (wait, what? I'm not suppose to be taking that this year!!) Geometry (of course) English (of course) Health (must-have, unknown where the heck it is...) Only updates this morning, so I'll be seein' ya... ~AA
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In my old school, I was a bit of a flirt. Not majorly, but enough to show I'm a flirt. Why? Because I've had few girlfriends in my life to commit to. The only true commitment I've had was with my last ex and my current girlfriend, Bionigirl. My relationship with my last ex didn't last long because she was going too fast and I couldn't keep up with it, and I wasn't even sure I loved her. I kept her in mind, but not at heart. After our break-up, I began to think on how girls thought. Yes, I've made huge discoveries, and I'll tell you, the difference between a boy and a girl in attraction... is slim. Looks, key. Buddy, when was the last time you seriously considered dating a girl that was less attractive then that beauty in your English class? You can tell by the statement above which group of girls I aimed for. Time goes on, I change my look. Not just clothes, but physical appearance too. When I hear a girl that carried some extra baggage lost some pounds, I immediately look for that girl and I see the difference. Even if it wasn't that much, I look at her differently. Like she still made an effort to look better, and thats attractive. So I do the same. The girls in my target range liked preppy clothes. Mostly Hollister and American Eagle (Hollister gets too expensive by the time I look at the sweat-shirts, so I stuck with shirts) and I got jeans, sweat-shirts, and sweaters from American Eagle. Heck, I have a watch from there. First one without a digital read too. I gel my hair everyday, watch my own appearance everyday, and especially watched what I said. Make sure that joke is actually funny to everyone else, or you look like a fool. Time goes on, and I am known in everyone's mind as at least a friend throughout the grade and soe in the upper and a lot in the lower classmen (especially the freshmen because I'm still famous for jumping off the dock and into the sea in the 8th grade field trip) Soon enough, I am forced to move. Surely, I don't go without litterally leaving my mark. But thats another story, in a past entry, look for it. Too many smileys... Anyways, I move into this 'new' town and I start from square one. Its bigger, more students, very diverse, and half of the students don't know the kids in the of their grade. But of course, I still make friends... with girls. Then an old friend of mine comes along. A girl that thinks deeply and has a lot of expericence in the toils of life. A girl that I can truly love, and love back. Bionigirl. Fast forward to this month. She's on vacation. So I continue my daily routine, wake up, sometimes miss the bus, get to school, sleep, get out of school, take the bus home, play Kingdom Hearts 1 and 2 an continue to count down the day. ... But I've beat Kingdom Hearts 1 and 2 already. So what do I do? Start making friends! The ones I should avoid! The pretty ones, the pretty and artistic ones, the pretty and very literate ones, and the very pretty ones... BUT. I hold myself. I stop my auto-control from getting into flirting. Today especially. Plenty of times to do it, but never flirted. Because I wait patiently for her return. And what do you now? She's right here.
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I'm practically counting down the hours I return home and wait to talk to Bionigirl offically for the first time this year. In fact, I'm risking it by going on AIM Express right now just to talk to her. Alright, she may not be on, but thats alright. As long as I'll talk to her sometime soon. This week in school, we're reviewing for the mid-term exams which are next week. Of course my memory is blank of all things Biology, though I'm thankful to still have history still in me. Well everyone, I'm in school so now its time for 'In Other News'! In other news... no news. Study over. Bye... ~AA
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After hours upon hours, world after world, characters after character, keyblade after keyblade, I've beaten both Kingdom Hearts and Kingdom Hearts II! Ugh, about time! You see, I've been wanting to play Kingdom Hearts since it came out back in te 5th grade 5 or 6 years ago. Of course, that Christmas I got my first ever straight from a package game system... a PS1. The game is obvisously a PS2. I lost interest, up until Kingdom Hearts II came out, grew a bit more in interest in it, but still had no PS2. It wasn't until the last offical Christmas with my family that I got a PS2, Christmas 2005. By then, Kingdom Hearts loomed in the back of my mind... So I covered it up by playing other games, and enjoying a growin social life whic met its last days before I moved. I am bored. I go to school, come back, wasted the hours of my life that I would've spent with my social life on BZPower. Sure in benefitted here but I needed to do something then roam BZP with my Pepsi and my 2 Step! Then I walk into a local GameStop, and I see it. The key to all my boredom. Kingdom Hearts. Soon enough, I'm playing the game here in my room and gettng ticked because I still hven't gotten off the Destiny Islands. Time goes on, I find a walkthrough and I beat the game when others say it was impossible. 2008 rolls around, I get Kingdom Hearts 2, and today, I've beaten it with a boss I can say kills Sora twice before, third times the charm! I beat it. The past few days I haven't posted a blog entry have had nothing else to include except the hours I've played the game. I've finally got it off my back, now I can enjoy life! *crickets* Better start getting a social life...
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Today went off well. Aside from my teacher repeatedly and seriously telling me and y friend that we suck (we weren't doing our work because our brains were on sleep mode as you can say) it was fine. I come home at 4:30 PM after getting off the late bus. I didn't bring my cell phone because I'm not accustomed to it yet. Mom and sister were a bit annoyed wondering where I was. The day went on, I've beaten the first Kingdom Hearts using a walkthrough a couple days ago and have moved on to Kingdom Hearts 2. Played that for an hour or two (could be three?) as I didn't have any homework. Quite an entertaining game might I say. Around 9 o'clock, my mother and I decide to watch The Bourne Ultimatum and I say good movie. After brushing my teeth, I step out the bathroom door. I give my mom a hug and a kiss as notice that she's about to cry. Obvisously I'm curious as to why but didn't ask because for all I knew, she did this every night. I'm shutting off the lights in our apartment and was about to say good night to my sister. She calls me over. On the internet, there is this Brazilian Web Profile Site, and on it was a picture of my sister's friend's church all together taking pictures. Then I see my father. Then I see the 9-year-old boy. Then I see the woman he left us for. With his arm around her. My sister has watery eyes. I know my mom is crying right now. Yet why do I have little emotion? I am emotionally stronger? I have been through the same battles, I have been through the same pain. I've cried in bed praying to God for things to get better. But right now, I feel some anger, some disappointment. But I do not know why I have no true emotions flowing. That is why my anger is rising, becaue I can't cry with them. I feel like a monster. I feel like a beast. I feel ashamed of my existance.
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In school right now... its 8:08 AM here and today is going to a breeze with my school schedule. Study now, History (favorite), Spanish 2 (zzzz...), Gym, English. Still not used to the 5-period process, old school in my hometown had 6-period. Anyways, the proxy to go on the WWE Homepage ain't workin'... hmm... Got one that works now... Oh! News Time! A NEW Las Caras/Los Dudes! And in other news, Brittney Spears finally lost custody of her kids and visitation privledges. If I had the chioce, would've given the kids to K-Fed the second this pic came up. Grillin'! Apparently Dr. Phil came by to tell us something we all thought months ago. "She needs medical and phychological help." ...Duh. Happy Monday everyone, tomorrow's Tuesday and you know how I feel about those... ~AA
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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
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I've been in a foul mood at 11:30 PM, the last remaining half hour of 2007. The scanner is broken, I can't give my entry to Ranna's contest (and she'd need it), and I haven't talked to Bionigirl in what feels like ages. I make my plate of food. Yellow rice, black beans on top, with rosemary pre-made chicken from Shaws to the side. Nothng I wouldn't expect. Just glad to have black beans, my favorite. I'm giving attitude to my mom and sister as they sit (mom) and lay (sister) on the couch. Alica Keys performed her hit song 'No One' to the audience of the possibly hundreds of thousands of people in Times Square of New York City. The final 10 seconds come up as that passes and the CBS News Team of New York interview celebrities and A. Rod finally. Never like A. Rod. Never liked the Yankees. FOf curse I don't like them, I'm a freakin' Boston Red Sox Loyalist. Won the World Series, so you can't say we suck and prove it. The Half-Ton Ball flashing its lights starts its slow descent to the unlit sign of 2008, which is hiding in the darkness. My mom decides 'Why not try to be a family these last remaining seconds of this year?' so she makes us hold hands. I never found us to be a family since my dad left us almost 365 days ago, Jan 2, 2007 at 2-3 AM as he was treated to the shiny bracelets and brought back to the station in the back of a Ford Victoria flashing its lights of red, white, and blue. The ball is going to make it. My 2007 face is still on. The ball reaches the 2008 sign and it lights up brightly proclaiming that we have now landed in a new year. Introducing my 2008 face. My mind starts racing instantly. Every thought, every sorrow, everything, and everyone that I have ever made contact with that had any impact on my life goes through my mind. And I feel tears coming to my eyes. My stone heart is almost broken, but stays strong. I feel hate. I feel pain. I feel anger. I feel sorrow. Truly wish I could feel anything but. My eyes are watery now... Its a stupid holiday. Its a stupid waste of my pathetic time. And its spent my someone as supid as I am. I could punch a hole in a wall right now, and I hope I hit the person on the other side. I'm looking at the empty can of Pepsi in front of me. First one of the year. Freakin'... Have a good year everyone. I'll be here swallowing down the foolishness and misery of my being. Have fun... BZPower... For me.
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Two thngs I want this coming year. No, not a mexican wrestler! A replica of the World Heavyweight Title Belt! No it has no use except falsely exclaim to the world that I am a World Champion. Either that or the WWE Title Belt: Most likely the above pic... or the pic above it... I don't know! Either one! Help me choose! But what I will be saving up for this entire next year is a car. Okay, maybe not that Mustang. Not that Mustang either. Something like this. First, I must take Driver's Ed. Which will definitely help so I don't need to get my license at 18. Before that, my permit. Some of you might ask, "Why didn't you get it on your B-Day?" For a simple reason. I know the rules of the road, I know how to use a car. Turn signals, all that stuff. But I want to be 100% sure before I go ahead and grab my permit. Or not, I'll just go over to the RMV (or DMV you might call it there) and grab the permit easy after lon lines and the growing urge to kill myself. (RMVs will do that to ya. I know, sister's permit, LONG.) But the future holds no promises. And I have to work for everything. (Thats why I'll be earning 300 bucks a week full time during the summer!)
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What a two days its been. I'll start with Christmas Eve. Christmas Eve RACING. Thats the one was that can describe me in the Natick Collection. I'm running around, trying to buy presents or gifts or whatever for my Ba-humbug! sister. Mom told me "Get a 50 Dollar Gift Card at Abrecromby or Hollistr or whatever" and see handed me two 20s and a 10. So after she butchered the names of two popular clothing lines, I went to Abercrombie & Fitch (Mind you, I may be a prep, but I hate A&F), got the Gift Card, use my mom's cell phone (still don't have my own, yet I'm 16. I see 7-year-old girls making calls to see if they can sleep over Jill's house or whatever...) to call my sister at our meeting spot, RAVE. Get there, 5 minutes later, I get a call. She's gonna spend another 15 minutes or so in there, so I bounce downstairs to CVS, look at a few fitness mags for a couple exercises, then go back up. Then I realize I haven't got her anything with my own money, so I'm looking through the little stands and buy a small bear and an ordament with 'I heart my sister' or something. Fast forward passed getting home and all, now I'm getting ready to go to my friend's house. I'm getting aggravated intensely because my sister is taking way too long and argueing with us every chance she gets, especially going over to my friend's house. Finally, after continuing to argue with her through the ride to his house, we get there. Suddenly she changes from pain in the neck to happy cheery Christmas goer. We have dinner, I go upstairs and play video games (mostly Kingdom Hearts which I just got, and wanted since the 5th grade) then gave a few presents to them, and finally bounced. Its about 2:30 AM, Christmas 'morning' and after annoying me, my mom and my sister convince me to open presents right there. I'll list what I got. 1. Giorgio Armani cologne with after shave and shower gel, 'bout 70 bucks. 2. Rubik's Revolution 3. My first cell phone I'm gonna return for a Razr. 4. Kenneth Cole new york After Shave 5. American Eagle Watch 6. Hollister Gift Card ($40) The first three weren't the best. I think I made my mom sad when I didn't like the cologne. Why? Its 70 bucks. I don't want her to spend that much money on me for cologne. I decided that I'm going to return it and use the cash to buy a jacket from Hollister. Sounds selfish to me, but Im going to make it up to her. The Rubik's Revolution, again from my mom, wasn't really so much a gift of love, but a gift as a joke. Plan to return it too, which didn't bother her at all (I think) The cell phone was from my sister, and she's okay with about anything... now. Christmas Went over to my friend's house, his dad served me and my mom breakfast (sister didn't bother to come, she had friends coming over), played Kingdom Hearts yet again. Basically all we did, I slept over. Yesterday, or Kwanzaa, or Post Aftermath Christmas, I dunno... Kingdom Hearts AGAIN, man the game's addicting... Well, my friend plays, I watch. I gave up after a while from giving him the control. He sleeps over my house this time, and guess what game we play til 1 AM? ... Yeah... Today Finally, after a boss that aggravates us too much, we have put down the control and turned off the game. I mean, the tab for the hints and tips is still on this window, but at least I stopped watching him play and see the storyline unfold to type up this blog entry. Going to go the Natick Collection again today. Maybe buy something with the gift card or something. Well, got to go get ready,
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I don't know what to celebrate anymore. I mean, I'm more than happy that I celebrate a holiday for its true meaning about the Son of God coming to Earth to save us and not a jolly old fat man that should be charged for breaking and entering every year on the 25th of December. You'd think that if we know where he's going to be, we'd catch him by now. ...What? The point is, as a kid, Christmas would be a great time of year. Warm cozy home, comfortable, family love... Now cold apartment, uncomfortable, chores, family torn apart by sorrow... The background music of a day at the beach playing on my new, bought used, Kingdom Hearts game I got myself yesterday at Gamestop... Makes me want to go throw rocks at Dasher, Dancer, Prancer, Vixen, Comet, Cupid, Donner and Blitzen. How do you freakin' get off this island?! (Kingdom Hearts) Well, Merry Christmas everyone. Cause mine won't be. Where's Karley?
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I had plans for the blog that I completely forgot, and the days without BZP have been a bore... So, my B-day (Wednesday, the 19th) went well I guess. Got 100 bucks, and so far got a Hollister Shirt and American Eagle Sweatshirt. Had some Ice Cream Cake and all, watched a movie, would've spend the day on BZP, but EVERY YEAR something happens to me or BZP that refuses my access to it. Last year, I went to New York City, and the only place I could find with internet was a Burger King near Ground Zero. Before that, big virus on my computer. AND before that, somehow my entire internet froze. Well, at least I'll have Christmas here. Interview with Omi soon to be posted, maybe Song of the Day,
