Lately, I've doing alot of reading on the mayan calendar and it is just so fascinating to see that this civilization was able to create such an accurate calendar. I mean, Ive read that even today, their calendar is only 15 to 30 seconds off from ours (and dont ask me how they came up with that calculation). What is most intriguing is the fact that their calendar ends on baktun 13.0.0.0.0 which translated, either means dec. 21st or dec. 23rd 2012. Now there is also some inscriptions that are damaged due to the european invasion. In fact much of the information related to that specific date is ruined. So there are a couple of basic theories: One, the earth will go through some sort of deadly apocalypse and everyone will die or Two, the earth will go through some sort of cosmic change. Strangely enough, it is on this date that the sun will be aligned with the center of the milky way galaxy for the first time in about 26,000 years. I really dont understand the significance of this in too much detail but it relates to some sort of energy that typically streams to earth.

Now, I dont mean to sound like an idiot, nor am I trying to dramaticize this issue, but for a long time, I've felt like something was different. Like things are not really what they seem. And if the mayans were so accurate with their calendar and predicted cosmic events with such precision, then why arent we giving this subject more thought? Why isnt this being sought after? Is it all just fake or are we truly that ignorant? Im not saying that we should all panic, but shouldnt we be trying to find the truth?

Yeah, my girlfriend flips through the channels and she stops on that fuckin kimora show. First of all, I HATE kimora with a passion. I just wish somebody would come along and punch her right in the nose so she could bleed all over her shitty dresses that she designs. I remember reading somewhere that she was like a chinky eyed Jessica Simpson. LOL!! Yeah, somebody just needs to throw a garbage can at her face and disconfigure it so that she can become the "freak" that she sees in everyone else she talks about or makes fun of. And even though I say that, I get people who say that they love to hate her. This is something I just dont understand. If you dont like somebody, why the hell would you wanna give their show ratings. The show sucks anyway. The only thing you see is her ugly ass, criticizing poor helpless jackasses that will do anything to please her. I wouldnt. If I got to work with her, I would tell her to kiss my ass and get me a glass of orange juice, then I would bite the head off of that ugly fuckin barbie doll that she designed spit it at her. What do you think of that?

I like to eat ritz man,
but i cant afford the name brand,
doesnt matter to me, i eat them from the same hand,
round crackerz with the ridges on the edges,
so good, i eat them with cheese wedges,
I'll turn it to a sandwich with cream cheese n' jelly,
stuff'em in my mouth and send'em to my belly,
you aint ready for the crackerz wit the salt,
and if you got a cut in your mouth and you eat one, its your fault

word up.

I started my first day of studio art today. And it was great. I got to express my inner most thoughts. I got to be as abstract as I wanted to be without some sister tellin' me that "She didnt get it." The theme was mother nature and as general as that may seem, I took the liberty of reintroducing the conflict between technology and nature. But I wanted to bring out the forcefulness of technology and so I decided to use masks and clay. The clay was to mold some sort of expression that would come right out at you. The kid inside of me came out because there are no boundaries in this class and I liked it alot. Only 4 classes left of it though. So, Im limited on this kind of thing, but I'm going to make the most of it. I dont know if anyone has ever felt this way but, have you ever just known, as soon as you were doing something, that you had the ability to change the world in some way?

I mean, as soon as I stepped into the room, I felt like I was on top of the world and that I was going to do something different. Everyone elses paintings were typical of the topic. They painted trees and the sun and water and beaches and portraits of women in jungles and butterflys and love and lots more love and nature, lol. I did something different and I didnt get noticed. But I dont care. There was some other kid that was drawing some nice lookin dragons and everyone was on his nuts. lol. Oh well, Im having a good time. I found this cat in the hat poem online and I thought it was pretty fuckin funny, so I thought I'd share it with everyone. Enjoy

The Cat in the Hat On Aging

I Cannot See
I Cannot Pee
I Cannot Chew
I Cannot Screw
Oh, My God, What Can I Do?
My Memory Shrinks
My Hearing Stinks
No Sense of Smell
I Look Like Hell
My Mood is Bad -- Can't You Tell?
My Body is Drooping
Have Trouble Pooping
The Golden Years Have Come at Last
The Golden Years can Kiss My Ass!

So, I went to my Contemporary Morals class and I realized that maybe I was a little angry in my last entry. I dont think I got my actual point across. So, I got to thinking and I determined a solution to this whole Imus thing. The problem being addresed is both racial and sexist idealism. In order to rid of both, we must look within ourselves as human beings, not by color. Color is a challenge. It creates borders. It builds walls between people. It separates us from what we desperately need in life: companionship. However, in order to make this possible, we need to make a change from within. We need to stop being so contradicting. If you dont like being called a cracker, dont call yourself one. If you dont like being judged as being a thug, then dont act like one. If you want people to show you respect, then for God's sake, show respect to others. As a pompass ass, you cannot walk around and act like the world revolves around you. Life is not that easy. We must also begin to understand one another. This whole thing is about respect. We need to learn from our past and realize the factors that contributed to racism and sexism and we need to take those factors and expose them to everyone. For everyone to see, so that when it comes down to it, NO ONE can say, "I didnt know." I still dont blame Imus for this whole mishap. I blame society as a whole. Whether your black, white, green, purple, orange, it doesnt matter. This situation is good for everyone to see just how idiotic we really are. The rap music, the tv shows, everything has to do with this problem and we need to talk about this shit now. We cant just sit back and let this shit blow over. We should sit down and ponder and become educated on the aspects that offend different races, so that when we go out into the world, we are capable of showing some sort of compassion to others. And this goes for individuals of that same race. If you dont want to be called a name and you are offended by it, dont promote its use by watching tv programs and music that use such profanity. It is a simple concept. Respect begins from within. Respect yourself, will allow you to respect others. If anything, Imus's eyes were opened to something that has been ignored for a long time. And I believe, in my heart, that he too has learned a valuable lesson from all of this. But he cannot be the solely to blame. That is not fair. So, you see these people protest about being female and black and wanting respect. Ok, well then refer to what I stated earlier and you shall recieve that respect. By protesting in such a manner, you only build walls. You only start more controversy. And by blaming one man, you get nowhere. Because everyone is to blame. Comment if you want.

Yup its all BS. This whole Imus story is just a bunch of shit balled up and thrown into the faces of everyone and anyone who is willing to listen. Now, we all know the story. Imus makes racist comments all the time. This time it is a huge deal because he called some basketball players (girls) a bunch of nappy headed ho's. ok. So, when I hear this, im like......"ok." So thats it? He said that and now everyone wants to persecute him? Why the big deal over what he said? First let me state for the record that I do not consider myself a racist, although I do say racist jokes from time to time, with friends I've known for years. And they are pretty damn funny I must say.

I can see why his comments would bring about some anger and protest. He was stupid for what he said on the air. I could see if he was with some buddies and he was trying to make a joke. Then that would be understandable. Everyone jokes about everyone. It isnt a new thing. In fact, when I lay my ass on my nice comfy couch and flip through all of the channels, I come across Comedy Central and the Dave Chapelle show. That man is so fuckin funny, sometimes i feel the urge to piss myself. He makes fun of whites, blacks, chinese, you name it, he makes fun of it. And it is funny! HAHAHAHAH!!! We all laugh and we go to bed that night giggling and we wake up in the morning and tell all our friends about it and its over. Another thing I do, when I get in my car is, I put on some music, sometimes rock, but mostly rap and hip hop and I listen to the words, because I like to remember them. It makes me feel good to know the words to my songs. And these rappers are talking about ho's and sluts and how these women are slobbing on their knobs like corn on the cob. Well.....not enough to make you get a hard on....but catchy! Yes, catchy indeed.

Why the blabbing? Simple, why is it that Don Imus is on the hot seat for speaking his mind in a joking manner? Im puerto rican. I have friends that joke with me all the time about being mexican and even a spic. We joke around. No harm done. Nothing intended. We laugh it off. We know better than to use the remarks in a serious manner because we could get our asses kicked. But you get alot of these comdiens who use these derrogatory remarks in any manner they like and they spit lyrics and drop it like its hot or whatever. They talk about men, women, and any race they want and they get laughs and smiles and they get credit for what they say because its cool or funny. So, Don Imus calls these girls nappy headed ho's. SO WHAT??!!!! If no one wanted to hear what they had to say, they could easily change the channel or radio station and listen to something else! WOW, what a concept! You got these jackasses, like (give me a break) Rev. Jesse Jackson and Rev. Al Sharpton using this issue as a crutch to raise themselves up in the media. Its sickening. Also, you have all these women (and I LOVE women) who are standing up for their rights to show that they aren't ho's! And I understand why they feel insulted and all but, why is it that they didnt do this way back when rap lyrics and comedians were making fun of them or degrading them. WHY NOW? What is so special about what Imus said? What makes it any different from what we hear in music and see on T.V.? I dont get it.

Also, you get african americans saying that this is now an issue of race and they bring up slavery. You know what I tell alot of my friends who are black? Dont bring up slavery unless you were actually involved in it when it happened. These days, alot of younger african americans have NO RIGHT to throw slavery in ANYONE's face as a reason for what they can or cannot do. I am TIRED of hearing about it. Im not saying that an inequality does not exist among races. But I am saying that instead of complaining about it, do something about it. I believe that an individual can do anything he/she wants to if they have the initiative to do so. Those who have been through the civil rights movement and actually had something to do with slavery ( and bring this issue up in an effort to benefit everyone affected) have the right to talk about those issues. In other words, if you dont know your shit or you dont have that experience, which is genuinely historic, then shut the fuck up. What I dont get about alot of these rappers is that they call themselves derrogatory names. And i dont even have to say the word. You know exactly what I mean. And then when someone else uses the word, it becomes a controversial issue. This needs to stop. NO ONE should be allowed to use it. It cant be that one race can, and other races cant. And no, no one race has the RIGHT to use a derrogatory term. There is no such thing as a RIGHT, in that regard. What is racist is racist and thats all.

What Imus did is in the past. He said it. It was in a joking manner. He even said those girls were cute as well. No one brings that up. And he didnt say, "the white girls are cute." I think everyone should just shut the fuck up, and stop being so fucking contradicting. We all do or have done what Imus has done. Let it go. Its over. He apologized. He's suffering enough from all this shit. We need to back off now. I think he's gotten more than what he deserved. And, I for one, will not tip toe around ignorant people (and this means ALL PEOPLE) who think that they are the shit. I will always speak my mind. Its the first fuckin' amendment in the constitution. And if they fire Imus, then this country seriously needs to reconsider how the morality of this issue is being reconstrued in an unjustifiable manner. Comment if you want.

So I guess there is some riddle that seems to irritate my very soul. It strains my energy, draining me until I transform into this pulp of flesh. Im nothing you know.  Im not much of anything when I come to think of it.  Yet, there is this purpose. Something that is supposedly set for me. A precursor to the end of my journey. However, I have yet to begin.   I havent set foot outside this domain I seem to be trapped in. And inside, a depression forms, slowly engulfing me.  My personality, my sense of direction...gone.  And when I take a look from the outside in, I see a failure.  One who just seems to be falling apart. Am I?  Is there any hope for those who see themselves fall at the hands of whom they once loved?  I used to think I was someone whom I thought I was.  Now I realize I am just a conglomerate body of those I've interacted with. A mess really.  A total mess.  So am I going crazy?

Just got back from Mobil. Bought some 25 cent snacks: two brownies, two moon pies and a swiss roll...Damn im a pig.

I dont know what to do though. Ive been feeling depressed and alone. And I dont know what to do, so I just eat like fuckin crazy. Its all I can do right now.

I was just staring at my hand and do you know what I think I saw?  Stretch marks!!! I hope their just imprints or something. lol. Jesus.

Our lager,
Which art in barrels,
Hallowed be thy drink.
Thy will be drunk, (I will be drunk),
At home as it is in the tavern.
Give us this day our foamy head,
And forgive us our spillage,
As we forgive those who spill against us.
And lead us not to incarceration,
But deliver us from hangovers.
For thine is the beer, the bitter, and the lager.
Barmen.

Ted Guhl

 

Thought this was kind of funny. Ah yes, and I will be listing the large variety of beers including characteristics starting Monday. I believe this will allow readers to see beer in a different light. Yes, I love beer. It is my friend.

Finally....the Fox has come back....to blogs4me! Yes, I've been gone a while but I had to fix some things that were going haywire in my life. Im still in recovery mode right now and Im thinking of seeing a psychiatrist or something so I can get this deep anger I have, out of my system for good. I prayed everyday about this and now I feel I must take actions so that I can cure myself of this morale-sucking disease.  School's over for the summer and I have one more semester (Thank GOD!!!!) and I just picked up another job at a camp (AWESOME), so i can play dodgeball and beat those little kids asses to the ground!!! HAHAHA!!! No...I think this job is gonna be great though. So, sorry to those who cared that I wasnt on for a while and I think Im going to post a little more often now that Im feeling better.  Oh yeah, and me and my girl are still together, but I feel like we're drifting. So do I let us drift and see what happens?  Or do I cut it off automatically?  I guess I just dont have the guts to do either.  Guess Im scared to be alone.

Yeah, Im fuckin stressed and you know what? I hate it. I dont know if Im begin a baby, but my girlfriends, sisters, boyfriend is the biggest dick on the planet. Today he sucked ass, giving flowers to my girlfriends mom, buying my girlfriends sister a very expensive tennis bracelet from Kays and of course being the cocky son of a bitch that he truly is. He calls me little guy and treats me like im some fuckin joke. Let it be heard now, that one day, he is going to push me to the point where Im going to shove my foot so far up his ass, he is going to be shitting shoe leather for the rest of his fucking life. Im tired of being called little. Im tired of people telling me to act my age and im tired of being pushed around.

Im not taking it anymore, I want it to be over, and I want to get my own place. The past two days, him and his girl come over and the entire family goes to the living room to talk to him. He's no fucking God. He is just some over payed mine worker with a girlfriend who likes to show off him off like hes a gift to human beings all over the world. Fuck the cocky people and fuck the over confident! Peeze. Off to cool off a bit.

My professor (experimental psychology class) said the stupidest thing you could say.  "There is nothing that can't be explained through science."  So I raised my hand and asked her, "So, how would you explain the meaning of life?"  She stood there for about a minute or so and finally said, "See me after class."  LOL! Never had that happen before, so I met with her when everyone left and she asked me "Were you serious?"  And I said, "Yeah."  And she says, well I didnt mean that science can answer everything, I meant most things."  So then I said, "Oh, ok."  It was very awkward and all but I dont think I did anything wrong.  But currently the score looks like this:

Me: 1                   Science:0

I decided to post one of my stories because everyone in class says I should. Maybe I will become famous one day. And that is quoting from some fanatic at school who says she likes to hear me read when its my turn...weird. lol. Anyway, here goes. This one is called Psychiatrist Session and it is based on this one time that my grandmother came to visit (when I was a kid). Im breaking it up into 2 parts, ok, here I go!

"It was the way it all happened that still give me the feeling of insecurity."

"What is it Mr. Rivera.  What is this insecurity in which you speak of?"

"I don't know if I can tell you...how can I be sure that I can trust you?"

"Mr. Rivera, I can assure you that I am a true professional in my field and I do not disclose any information my clients divulge."

"Okay.  I believe you, but please...please...don't call me Mr. Rivera; it makes me feel older than I relaly am. Call me Paul."

"Of coarse Mr. Rivera...of coarse.  You may begin at any time."

"Yeah well, it was a hot summer day.  I think it was the middle of July or something.  My brother and me were excited because we had just gotten a grand new pool.  My parents paid two thousand dollars for it.  You know, one of those metal, above ground pools.  I remember staring out of my bedroom window the day before, when they had finished installing it. The way the water glistened...oh yes, the way the water glistened...it gave me a feeling of tranquility...peace.  I desperately wanted it to become my safe haven.  I wanted to swim like the fishes."

"Are you sure you don't mean, 'sleep WITH the fishes?' Ha, Ha, Ha!"

"No."

"Sorry, just a little humor I gathered from..."

"Yeah okay...anyway, my grandmother came to visit us that same day.  Since she was older than me, and a visitor to our household, she was given all rights to my room. I hated that rule.  My mother made that rule up you know!  I slept on the floor next to my confiscated bed, watching in disgust as grandma's old skin smothered the sheets till' they turned blue."

"Ha, Ha! Very funny Mr. Rivera, but surely you mean that as a figure of speech!"

"No...my sheets were originally white.  And once again, please call me Paul."

"Ah yes, of coarse."

"As I was saying, my mother allowed my grandmother to take over everything that belonged to me.  My bed, my bathroom, my deoderant, even my towels and my soap.  I remember...my God...taking a shower and as I was prepared to wash myself, noticed some long squiggly pubic hairs imprinted in my bar of soap!  I bought my own soap for this reason, and, obviously my grandmother didn't care.  I mean, my soap was in a box, marked 'PAUL's SOAP.'  Only a blind person could miss that.  And my grandma wasn't blind."

"Well...don't you think those pubic hairs could have belonged to you?"

"No...I was only seven.  I hadn't matured to that level yet.  I was obvious that she was getting out of control.  She used everything that belonged to me.  The order...in which I had gained comfort in, simply vanished.

To be continued...(ooooooh, the suspense!)

Yeah, on Friday I went to a bar with my girlfriend friend.  Well, this is awkward, me telling this story, but anyway, I'll continue, seeing as I see the humor in it. I went to the bar. It's called the Beech Tree. It was so fuckin awesome! They had some band there that jammed loud and hard. I loved it. Anyway, I thought I was the only Red Sox fan there and out jumped like 3 fans and we wer like "YEAH MUTHAFUCKA!!! lol. Anyway I ordered a Guiness and a shot of Baileys for my usual carbomb a la mode...and I was told to just dump my Baileys right into my Guiness. Turns out that your not supposed to do that and so the Baileys started to curddle and shit. Oh man, was I embarrassed!!!! So, I quietly made my way to the bathroom and dumped it out. Waste of a 15 dollar drink! Sucked, but I was ok, since I was drinking my girls wine anyway. I hate wine, but it does do the trick. So anyway after that, we just chilled outside and shit. Now Im going to tell you that my girlfriends friend is gay. He is homosexual. He has a boyfriend and shit and I was once very paranoid about the whole thing, but I loosened up and now Im ok. I dont freak out that bad anymore. But he invited us to a gay bar.

I was like...."I dont know man." First off, I didnt want some guy hitting on me. That would have been so uncomfortable for me. But anyway we went and of course there were some fuckin assholes staring at me and watching me and I was SO FUCKIN scared. Im not trying to start any controversial arguments or anything but I was very nervous. I didnt want to punch anybody. Didnt feel like getting into a fight. There were guys kissing and shit and I just held my girls hand the whole time. She left me in the bar a couple of times, and I had to hold me ground, and I was hoping everyone got the message that I had a girlfriend. I wasnt left alone though. She left me with ther friends boyfriend. Honestly...In all honesty, I would not think this guy was gay because it was like talking to any ol' guy. He liked games and all types of shit.  It was cool though.  Yeah, so after that, we finally went home and I had to take a breather because I was exhausted from my nervousness and everything. But thats it guys. I finally got on and its like 3 in the morning or something. I have the wrong fuckin time on this computer (11:07am). Im such a dumb ass. Aight, hope everything is better with you guys. PEEZE OUT!

I got up from bed just now. I noticed I must have been drooling, because the bed was wet where my head was laying. Any longer and I probably would have drowned myself. Im not in one of those great moods or anything.  The sun is out, but its still chilly outside, so im stuck inside until I have to go to work. I applied for a job at a camp and Im hoping I get it. I like working with kids and I like sports and thats what I would be doing. Playing sports with the kids, coaching them on how to play baseball, football, basketball, etc. etc. Bad thing is that I still have to keep my job at the church. I'll be making ok money this summer, enough to get by and pay bills and save for my apartment. 

I still feel a rift in my relationship. Dont know whats causing it but its there. I wish it would dissappear, but I dont know how to make that happen. If things are going downhill, why doesnt it happen quickly? Why so slow and gradual.  I was in this class and this guy read one of his stories outloud. It was about him proposing to his girlfriend. He said they have been together four years. He even cried in front of everybody. A little cheesy for me, but he seemed genuine enough. He's going to do it in London during the summer on some bridge, i forget the name of it though. Then I thought about how me and my girl have been together 5 years.

I talked to her when she came by my job. I told her that marriage isnt about being prepared with a job and money and all that shit. If you love someone enough, deeply and you are willing and ready to be with that person for the rest of your life, then you get married. Its what's felt in the heart that should determine marriage, not whats in the wallet or the job you currently have. She didnt agree with me, but I knew what I was talking about. And I was genuine. So, I wanted to propose to her next year, but I dont see it happening because I know she'll say no. Plus she said she wanted a ring that was at least 1500 dollars or somethign like that. I dont know if I can afford that right now, but I know I could get her a nice ring for now and then later on get her a pricey ring. And this wait, i finally realized, may be the rift that keeps us from making that final plunge. Thats all for now. Im gonna go mope around a bit, get some school work done. I hate thinking about stuff like this. Its depressing.

Cheapest way to get gas...*drum roll please*

SYPHON!!!

Yes, syphoning!!! I just drove past some guys syphoning gas out of some van and running away. I love this city!

Yesterday, my girlfriend wanted to know what I was writing on my blog. I told her it was some personal stuff. I guess I just wasnt having a good day because I was kind of mean to her. Not mean, as in, I verbally abused her, but mean as in, I told her it was none of her business. I told her a bunch of times about my blog and I feel like she feels like she has a right to know. Does she have a right to know what Im putting in my blogs?  I mean, Im writing about everything that goes on with me and that includes her, but I still feel like I still have a right to my own privacy.  I feel kind of bad though. I felt like everything went downhill, since that day we talked. I think she thinks I'm talking to other women. lol. I wouldnt do that though. Although, I have been getting looks in school...lol....must be the Tag spray....lol....nah, I dont even where it...ITS ALL ABOUT THE SPEED STICK BABY!!!

Today, I have class until 10:00pm and I gotta cut outta here around 11:40am. Sucks. And I have work today, but I dont know how I managed to get myself into this one, because work is from 4pm-9pm. My night class runs from 6:45pm-9:55pm. What the hell did i do??? I already missed my night class this week.  Maybe I can tell my professor that I can make it to class to pick up any missed work or something. Hes a nice guy, he'll understand. 

Lately, I've been looking for a job for the summer, so that I can stay out of the house as much as possible. Im trying to stay busy, but I havent found anything and some job, emailed me back and told me that I didnt qualify for their open position of technology teacher (for kindergarden) because I lacked the skill necessary. FOR WHAT???!!! SKILLS NECESSARY FOR WHAT??? You put the kids on computers and teach them how to use them. Ive been working on computers for years. Ive taken them apart and put them back together!!!! And this fuck nut tells me that I'm not qualified! Well, I guess i better start lookin some more. Son of a beetch.

Oh, I heard something about Bush ordering an inspection of gas prices to find any gougers or something like that? I wish that asshole would open his fucking eyes and look at what he started. Someone has got to bitch slap his old wrinkly ass because when he talks about the whole thing, he makes it seem like its not his fault. He acts like he's doing the people a favor. Dumb ass.  Damn hee haw.  And Pataki sucks too!!!!!!!

There.....I think I feel a little bit better now.....this is very therapeutic.

Yeah, I know i didnt spell it right, but today, my girlfriend told me that there was a foosball table on the side of the road in some neighborhood.  So we drove down there at about 9:00pm.  You could tell that everyone around was cozy in there houses and here we come in my loud ass 97 dodge neon with the gigantic headers and intake.  So Im going 15mph and it sounds like im reving my engine really loud. As we go down the road, we see everyone's living room lights turn on.  It was really funny to see. A trail of lights behind us. lol. Anyway, we stop right in front of the house where the table was at, and I got out. Engine was still running, nice and loud. The house lights turned on, the driveway light turned on. It was like, ALL EYES ON THE GARBAGE PICKERS!!!!!  Then it took us like half an hour to get the table in my car (which is actually quite small). We managed to get the table in (tight fit though) my trunk, but we couldnt get the trunk closed and we were afraid of getting pulled over.  Im happy to say that we made it home safe and untouched. The table is brand new and doesnt look like it was used too much. But yeah, now my game room is almost complete. Ive got an air hockey table, pool table, my newly introduced foosball table, t.v., retro games, (super nintendo, sega, nintendo). I think I need a sofa though. Think I'll schedule a day to go garbage picking for that too. lol. Im dirty....really, really dirty....hehehe.

Well, I talked it over with my girlfriend yesterday and I got to tell her everything on my mind. I still feel vulnerable right now, because I feel like I've expressed a deeper feeling for her than she has for me. We both agree that we love each other, but she still seems uncertain about "us" and right now i feel like things can still become shaky.  I mean, I know that if I get the chance, I want to marry this girl, but she doesnt feel the same. She is afraid of committment and I feel that if she had it her way, she would just want to stay boyfriend/girlfriend until we're 80. lol. I dont know. Im just glad we actually talked though and I got to tell her what was on my mind. Her sisters party kinda of sucked but at least she had an O.K. time.

Right now, Im in psych class getting ready for an exciting time. oh yeah...2 weeks of school left and I can enjoy my summer, work, make moola and chill in the breeze. Im going to get an apartment  this year if possible, but you never know, things can change, they always do. Alright thats it for now peeps.

Well, everyone is in the living room watching some home videos of when my girlfriends sister and her fat headed boyfriend went to Florida. Whoppidy-fuckin-doo! Im up here in my girls room trying to get away from their cocky asses. God im bored!!!!!!!!!!!