today was a pretty chill-good-mediocre day. education packed. okay lunch. a few naps here & there. but the highlights of my day included me being reminded of the Fame Kills tour for december 30th, plus finding out the dates the tickets go on sale & talking to unk about my spring break probably summer break trip. my extremely generous uncle, “Uncle Henry" (the name everybody knows him as), decided he was gonna take me to paris, france for summer break since spring break is early as shit this year. i’m syced as hell ‘cause i’ve never actually been off the continent, AND because he said i can bring my left/right/front hand man connor. all his parent’s have to do is approve & my summer is about to be off to a perfect start for next year!
neeewwwww yoooorrrrrkkkk. it was fine, i suppose. spending time with my friends is always great, of course.. but the 4 hour drive there was killer, & we had lunch & had VERY little time to shop. all i will remember from this trip is jesse freak’n out at flight club & some hoboe saying, “ayye, ayye you yunginz” to me & tara. i didn’t even get anything. but it was all for my beau-beau connor so it’s all good. the bus ride back was craze yet really good. idk why i’m even posting this, ‘cause everyone who’s gonna read this went on the trip
aka connor's birthday! quick shout-out, (hope it’s the shit).. but yeah. today. was alright? i guess. very chill overall. everything had a different air in the abscence of kemi. had 2 unit-tests which blew me, & this crazy ass girl in 5th period was about ready to wreck me, haha. & ap psych is never any fun.
i’m about to make a trip to downtown to get my haircut for saturday, aka the greatly anticipated trip to ny. & actually, i’m chillin about it. idk what to expect. & i’m also trying to make a trip to the thrift store so i can get a flannel or something, cause as of 2 days ago, i have NO new clothes
i also need to get connor’s present, (yes i’m actually getting him a present this year)… & i’m still on the fence about what to get him. clothing is something he can get himself, & money is so fucking dry. i’ll think of something. & btw, was anybody else blown about how fucking hot it was today? isn’t it fall?
i’ll just begin by saying yesterday was epic. so anyway… i’ve listened to kid cudi’s album atleast 10 times over & i think i have my favorite tracks or whatever figured out.. which are:
in my dreams (cudder anthem)
sky might fall
soundtrack 2 my life
heart of a lion
make her say
pursuit of happiness
up up & away (this song is crazy)
i fuck with these songs in that order, but i still love all the songs at the sametime. i’m making no sense. today i’m chilling with da fellas aka connor & jesse, maybe tara’s stopping by, idk yet. i swear jesse has fallen off the face of the planet. & i’ve been jammin to some aquemini by outkast lately too.
so, this morning.. i finally got my ride to school from the beautiful/amazing sean gouborne, (“sean” is also a girl’s name, btw). it was straight, got to school RIGHT when the bell rung. 1st period, honors biology is the chillest thing in the world. 3rd period, honors pre-cal was pretty chill too. i spent lunch at student council, again, but we got a lot of stuff accomplished. so i’m currently sitting in digital photography, period 5 next to gillain spolarich. & we’ve been talking about how terribly impossible it is to become close to, & know her. & next period of have ap psych. the driest of all my classes.
“under your black eyes, honey. right beneath your nose, a curse on all creation, every single thing you know. white smoke, white light, white marble on the floor; it would only take a few seconds of darkness to figure out what’s in store… little girl.”—the handshake, mgmt aka where i got the title of my blog
:At first I thought Damon was being super dramatic about his post on his ridiculous hormone levels, but over the past week I’ve realized he was actually understating it. Damon is horrible. He jacks off/watches porn like once a day & it doesnt seem to help. You can casually be reading a book and look up and see him groping some poor girl or in my case shamelessly staring at my chest. He grips you tightly in hugs that are supposed to be quick & simply so he can simply feel the press of your body against his. Overall he is an aray of ass grabbing, tits starring and groping. Its really sad & harrassing. So I’m just putting this out there… Damon needs some ass because hes definitely not getting any from the Mantis. So ladies please do something about that because I am tired of being assaulted and I’m sure most of our friends would agree.
i’ve decided to use my sexual frustration to discuss how fucking beautiful/sexy/perfect/amazing this gift to earth, Eva Mendes is. she has so many photoshoots naked or partially naked, & every picture is amazingly beautiful. her in the spirit, hitch, the women, & ghost rider… she looks fucking amazing. the pencil skirt in hitch, the full-leather body suit in the spirit as she emerges from the water. ooooowwwwh. the mole, the hair, the symetrical face, her perfect figure. she is a fucking cuban goddess.
today is just a great musical day all around. ONE, cudi’s album is out today: Man on the Moon: End of Day! i’m so fucking excited. & TWO, kanye west & lady gaga announced their tour dates today for Fame Kills & they’ll be at the verizon center december 30th. i will most likelydefinetly be in there.
“any high school student who has a facebook page will tell you myspace users are more likely to be barely educated and obnoxious… like peet’s is more cultured than starbucks and jazz is more cultured than bubblegum pop. & macs are more cultured than PCs. we might as well face an uncomfortable reality … what happened was modern day ‘white flight’”—danah boyd, social media researcher
the seasons are finally changing & i must say, i am quite boosted
i like summer, & the warm wheather… but cool-frosty, moist wheather is what i live for. i’m a seattle-chichago type of guy.
yesterday was great, sorta. i like condensed groups that mesh really well. i love my friends, but in the wrong combos it really doesn’t work out too great. today, i believe i’m going to connor’s house yet again, but hey! he’s my beau.
touchy feely. ass grab. “kiss me on the cheek.” uncontrollably staring at kemi’s boobs. daydreaming about fucking every fat booty/semi-fat booty girl i see in the halls. constant porn. vivid dreams. tight hugs. reckless scheming. 9DAJMCKJS. SHIT. i need a girlfriend. bad. my penis has become my brain. my brain is pumping uncontrollable amounts of testosterone to everywhere. i see myself getting recklessly rediculous, & i can’t stop. i am literally, "my mind is telling me no, but my body, my body is telling me yes"
i’m going to be blunt. i don’t fuck with confucius. it may be my western derived belief system, but i think it’s a bunch of submissive, conformist bullshit. propriety is bullshit. this country is founded on the complete opposite of fucking propriety. we went against our mother country because we believed in something different, & stood up for it. abolitionists disagreed with long-lasting slavery, & if more people had balls & stood up for what they believed in, rather than being pussys… maybe this country would be a little better off today. anitgone, (yes my oedipus allusion), believed that her brother deserved that proper burial, she did it because of her values, not that of some crazy ass creon. & that’s why ismene’s ass is burning in hell right now. her ass followed that propriety bullshit. humans, in my opinion, are animals. we are just intelligent. we just exist at the top of the food chain. we are not above-different-seperate from any other animal that eat, sleeps, fucks & shits. we just do the shit in our own little “classy-humanistic fashion.” we loooove to write our personified anthropomorphic stories to show distinctions between us & animals, but whateverrr. we are self-motivated, selfish beings… just like everything else natural in this world. our cute societies shape us to change. i’m selfish & i snake for me. because in the end everything i do is motivated for me. fuck a confucius. i refuse to conform because he’s deemed the intelligent philosopher who shaped the belief system of china for thousands of years. i disagree with him
8 years. wow. i honestly can’t believe it’s been that long. i’ve read a few blogs, & people talk about feeling bad for people but not crying, & i think it’s ‘cause we as people are faced with sad times & stories; & seeing so much misfortune for others that we learn to sympathize not empathize. feeling bad for them, but not actually feeling bad. is it normal, sure. is it right? i think that answer is objective. i just keep thinking about how mr. newby asked, "how will future generations look back & feel, say & think about 9/11?" & i feel good at saying that my country came together, & showed that we really do care for eachother, & when it comes down to it, we are connected through our membership to our country, & in the end, that’s all that matters.
so today i decided to drop spanish. drop spanish after 5 long years. i made it all the way to freak’n ap spanish literature & gave up, but hey! i was already in 4 ap’s & i don’t have the best work ethic. i picked up digital photography 5th period.. but i’ll leave that for tomorrow when i can re-post my new schedule & educate you on who’s in my new classes.