"chill; you would leak it if the secret's revealed."

Obama in College via. thedogonsociety.com

No Worries.

Before I forget. 

S. McCants Jr.

This reminded me of you:

I Will Show You Fear In A Handful Of Dust.

Since we haven't been able to speak to on another. 

I'll just blog most of the things I'd like to tell you.

And since I usually let you do the talking

this will be brief.

I'm getting used to my camera now. 

I know how to take pictures at night

using the street light as the lighting.

But the only thing I don't like about my camera is

 how it captures everything a little too well.

I want it to see things the way I do.

I feel like I'm in the perfect mood to skate.

I feel frustrated.

I need to wake up.

My SkullCandy headphones broke.

And I can't find the box with the serial number.

Fifty Dollars down the drain.

I went to the doctors yesterday.

Before I cleaned Jesse (the Jeep).

The weather was so nice, that I parked far away from the hospital

and just walked.

The doctor told me I was fine.

And now. Today. I have a sore throat.

Irony.

And while I was waiting for the doctor to come in. 

I heard one of the nurses call for one of the next kids to be examined...

"Pegasus."

I had Drawing I today.

5 min.

I think I'm getting better. But, 

The shading on the bottom of the cylinder is wrong.

And. Lastly.

I forgot to play this song for you.

Lifetime by Mos Def

Fin.

1.30

I had a very good day.

Besides the fact that...

My tea was called hot milk.

I was almost talked into never getting married.

I failed a pre test in Accounting.

And,

My Jeep wastes vast amounts of gas.

I'm happy.

Combat boots.

RAGE ON!!!

- L.

Blogging from CCRI

Alright.
Community College Woes.

This campus is kind of big.
I have to wake up extra early to get here.
Park a tad bit far from the building.
I get lost very easily.
Found out that my spanish class decided to switch rooms the day I was absent.
I went to the wrong class today.
I forgot I had an hour break.
So here I am.
(///_-)
Whatever.
Here's something to listen to.

CuDi Spazzin - KiD CuDi

I'm in love with the break down.

In. Love.

Fresh Jones.

Loquacious.
-An adjective.
-Pronounced Low Kw Aye Shus
-Synonomous with the word Talktive.

I am not loquacious.

I didn't know how to start this post so I though a random word could do the trick. So. No one has been blogging. Neither have I. Frankly, I've been busy with school work. I hate school. To some degree. The people are nice. The classes are easy. But I need instant gratification. Instant. Gratification. Spontaneity. Excitement. and my Jeep vacuumed.


The Police.Po-Po's.Pigs.Jakes.5-0
What have you. Have been running rampid. Trying to fill their quota.





Whatelse.
Oh yes. My issue. I have an issue.

The end of the semester has been a little rough on me. I let things get out of hand.

A tornado hit my living quarters and it bothers the hell out of me. So I just keep the light off and stumble around everything, if I need to find something.

It bothers me when I look at that.

Or this. 

Shaq...

But it was on MadTV so that makes it okay.

And for those of you on a computer. I bear gifts.

-A few songs off of Common's Universal Mind Control
Inhale
Gladiator
What A World feat. Chester French

Fin.

Assume The Position.

Salutations.
I know. I know. I haven't been posting. Slap me on the wrist and I'll kick you in the neck. I've been around. I could attempt to tell you where, and throw in all the funny quotes of the past few days. But I won't. I might miss something. And I'd hate for that to happen.

However. My absence did not bring down the view count of this site. What you may not know. Is. That. we have reached 1,000 views.

It's time for groupie love.

Okay. So what happened. Obama is president. I bet you woke up the next morning thinking the world was gonna be a little bit nicer to you? A cute scene from Bambi perhaps? Nah... Nope. Now African-Americans have no excuse concerning oppression. Lazy. Fortunately. When we have offspring, and we tell them they can be anything the want. It's true... But. I'm not sure if I can still be a firefighter/scientist/veterinarian/basketball player.

I've recently had my wisdom teeth taken out. I wrote an essay this week. High on medication. At Four in the morning. I received an A-. Evil prevails.

I need to be taught time management. Tutor? No bush/No amateur. Please.

Vicodin.

Nothing Further.

Hit the money sound.

Next Up.

This is not a depressing post.
I'm not going to share my feelings.

Because.


I don't give a fuck.

Pardon my French.

I watched two movies recently.
That Daddy Yankee movie (courtesy of the salon I go to)
&
No Country For Old Men (clap it up for Netflix).
One was corny, the other was the total opposite.
Guess.
No Country For Old Men was great. Grrreat.
The way it was shot was incredible, but there was one thing I couldn't stop thinking about.
The antagonist didn't scare me.
At all.
And at some points... I didn't think he was all that crazy.
I've never found any Villain to be intensely insane or horrifying to the highest extent...
So.
Daddy Yankee.
He's cute. The movie was dumb. Life goes on.


College sucks major balls. It's boring. Some people are great, others are a little on the slow side. But. Hey. It's Community College.
What can I expect.
Not much.
But what I receive...
a GPA of 3.4
Eh.
I'll try harder? Nah.


If it's broken don't fix it. But. I'm broke. And I need fixing.

I asked for suggestions and I got two.
One I will write about/state.
I love V. Guerrero.

And the other. For the sake of material or lack there of,
I don't think I can elaborate on it.
The topic suggested was Gay Llamas & Cheetos.

-_-


Complimentary parting gifts.

1. All or Nothing by The Foreign Exchange
2. Nothing Like It by Beanie Sigel

P.S. You're still on a pedestal.