to fly.without wings

via Blackberry

Today i got smacked by a crackhead.
not literally smacked like in the face or anything.
she was talking and had me dying laughing meanwhile
smacking my arm everytime she made a point. lol
she was talking about how she'd hit a nigga so hard, He'd forget his name.
and how if you dont know how to fight, you better know how to run.
if you've never encountered a fein, you wouldnt understand.
I waited outside in the wind for 2 fucking hours.
damn new jersey transit.
my gf was mad. i really didnt mind. it wasn't cold.
just WINDY.
shit almost knocked me off my feet.
twice.
a lady in a pink outfit walked passed us,
she honestly looked like a big ass piece of gum.

bullshit of the day: my english professor is a fucking dickhead.
i left class early to prevent an epic explosion of my temper.
She belittled me and almost got spit on.
so leaving was the proper thing to do, considering.

i digress

this weekend should be motherfucking slamming. lol (i really just typed slamming.)
Friday my ALYSSA boo will be here to celebrate her 21st bday. party ovah-here. woot woot.
Saturday, im going to witness "bombing" for the first time ever.
that should be fun. hopefully no running from the poe poe will be involved. =)



til next time.
suck on it.

apart of LIFE.

proven fact: no matter how hard i try.
no matter what steps i take to achieve and maintain goals, there will always be a gliche in the system. always something to remind you that you are ever so close to nothing.
With a headache behind my left eye and a pain piercing the back of my skull,
Im cold and confused.
I am numb and jet-lagged.
caught in between jealousy and intellectual stimulation: Ive been outcasted.
why do they hate me so much?
why does the red light behind their eyes shine so brightly whenever im around?
Glare so deep, im blinded before i even turn my key to the knob to enter the room.
How they rage in their glory of bullshit, meanwhile im the only one who does wrong.
i can not understand.
i can not breathe, let alone live under this door mat they've laid over me.
my brain aches and my back hurts.
since the age of 12, my emotions have physically manifested themselves.
and still they refuse to see.

boys like girls.

ilikeyourbangs

I went to the movies last night.
we seen Suroggate and jennifers body.
i liked both.
megan fox can get it.
After, the streets of NY belonged to us.
I overly enjoyed myself.

=]
i wish i could tell you why.

i am driven by my emotions in the morning.


DIY nakid skeletons fucking shirt.(dont remember)
insight jeans.(UO)
purple super skinny tank.(gift from brothers GF)
blackboots(idk from where)
Dj's belt that i stole from him.
magnifying glass necklace (UO)
acidwash vest(UO)

-everything is old shit. I stopped shopping at UO a long time ago!!!!!

you never realize what you see everyday.

Today was dedicated to the woman who gave me life

and showed me that death was permenant.

In debt, for the things you showed me.

plus some for the shit you gave me.

Everyday I wear (your) heart around my neck.

& although your ions away, I still feel you at night.

and in the middle of the day when the sun is beaming just right.

but mostly when I look in the mirror.

=] I remember you.

530

In the am and I've yet to sleep due to homework.
Blah.
Fully dressed waiting for 7oclock to come and I'm outtie 2000.
Today I have sociology and critical thinking.
I'm sure I'll pass out b4 my day is even remotely done.
Sociology is gonna be a bitch cuz I've missed the stupid class 3 times already
my reasons are None.
3 weeks in and finally my internal alarm clock is kicking in.
If I don't stay awake all night, I'm up before my alarm clock gets to sound.
Ugh.

To kill time I think I'll just paint my nails. :)













4hours later:



I never got around to painting my nails.
I fell asleep.
If it wasn't for my gf, I wouldn't be sitting in class right nowLol funny.
Schools cool for the most part today.
I sat on the infamous steps in between classes and watched the different people walk by.
Its amazing how everyone looks the same.
I mean , they're not all wearing the same exact outfit but they might as well be.
The basics of peoples ensembles look like theyre all from the same book.
It was easy to point out what items came from where, because unfortunately, we're all shopping at the same stores. Which would be cool if people stopped trying to reDO what's on the mannequins. Anyways I've got critical thinking in an hour. so gots to go Miss Hoe.

I'm off this bitch.
Lovepeace&magic.

stupid is as stupid does, forrest.

My girlfriend has been telling me about this place pretty much our whole relationship,
and after clss yesterday she took me to BUBBA GUMP. =]
FINALLY.
it was soo soo good.
Their service is different from most restaurant which added to the experience.
the atmosphere is really pleasing and the waiters are all really chipper.
Our waiters name was Jeremiah.
He was retardedly funny and attentive.
the only thing he didnt do was bring us our food. (3 other waiters did-seperately)
Considering that the Forrest gump movie is based on a true story,
everything in this restaurant is authentic to what was portrayed.
EVEN jenny had her own entree.
I had the Shrimp Po'Boy sandwhich with a Clam Chowder.
and my gf had a pot of crab legs and a side of popcorn shrimp.
their dipping sauces are ON. mmmmm. good down home cooking* lol
we both had the Strawberry lemonade drink, which had real strawberries floating around in it.
Definately a place to consider if you are to ever be in NYC.
no need to further explain though, pictures tell all.
for the most part. =}

even the fries were SMASHING!!!!! fat nigga is at my doooor!