The Word Cute

If there's one word that I really resent it's the word cute. I don't get called it as much as I used to, but when I still manage to get called that. Now I realize all this is doing is making me more "cute" but I don't give a fuck. I got called cute for wearing my L.E.D. shirt, that is just a what the fuck moment right there. And then I got a friend I named Hollister Lesbos that calls me cute way too much. I mean, when we talk that is, all she does is call me cute. She thinks my low self-esteem is cute, I really don't get it. I mean I get the concept of cute. Like I was wearing my L.E.D. shirt in school, the same day I got called cute, and a girl walks up and starts poking it with a little kid face on all amazed and shit. That is cute. But with my ugly mug getting called cute is like calling a pile of shit pleasant. Speaking of which, I passed a giant pile of human feces during my "Crazy Night." But I troll on chat roulette and get called cute by a girl cause I'm making funny faces. Cute and I are polar opposites, it's just weird. But there's been weirder instances than the ones I've mentioned. The one and only friend I made on Omegle kept calling me cute cause I cook, how are those two related? And yea, in case you couldn't tell my posts have been lacking a serious amount of depth and content. That's just because I'm genuinely happy but don't want to stop my daily posting, I gotta say it's improved me in my English class. I keep getting A's and B's on the daily papers we  have to write. But when I'm genuinely happy I don't have much to complain about. But when I reach euphoria, then you'll have some serious stuff to read. And trust me, I scraped with it and came close a second time, euphoria you aren't that far off.

I Had A Crazy Night

So last night, as you know, I walked about 10 miles with my friends. What I didn't tell you was what I did that night. And trust me, some of this stuff has probably been done before, just not the way we did. Let's see starting from my school. I walk to one of my friend's houses and his family's Hispanic. He happened to have his grandmothers visiting and awkwardness ensued. I was, out of me and my two friends, the only one who didn't speak Spanish. And I was worried if I spoke Spanish they may take it offensively. But anyways, we only stayed for 10 or 20 minutes. Then we walked to another friend's house where we called him up and asked if we could come by and he said yes. When we did he decided not to let us in. So while he shot at us with an airsoft pistol from a window I pissed on his house and splashed water, accidentally, on his sister. My other friend pissed in a bottle that we decided to leave in his mailbox. On the way from there to the mall that's a half mile from my house I decided to walk shirtless for a while, with my gut tucked, and wave to random cars. Now most of them were fucking asses and didn't wave back which made we pursue them with cursing and shouting, but some said hi back. Then I passed a parked car with 2 black guys in it that looked like they were about to roll out to do a deal. I said hi of course, not that scared cause I don't look like some gang member but a teenager that's fucking around. They said hi back and what's happening, something I gladly answered with nothing much. At the mall hilarity ensued with me running around in the empty parking lot while sagging like a motherfucker and shirtless. Afterwards, when we were in the mall, we chilled in the food court while none of us hit on girls. We were too busy arguing about who had a better chance of getting one, wasn't me of course. We decided to save our money and buy lunch at wallmart, had 2 litres and lunchables. Sat outside to eat the lunchables. 2 of us threw out our sodas, mine I stabbed, the other one he didn't like so I shook it up and threw it in the street. Then we took a shady way back to my house so we pulled out my throwing knives, we put them back later when they realized how stupid it was. I took out my gloves and started gloving though, of course breaking the law by distracting drivers with bright lights at night. I was waving also, got some nice honks for being an asswipe. Well that was my night, what you gonna do about it niggers?

My LEG!

So for the past week I've been lazy lately. This has been a serious problem for me because I took a three day break from weights due to being sick and gained 10 pounds. To change this I reduced my eating to only lunch and dinner. But today I have an excuse to be lazy. I walked about 10 miles going from my school to two of my friend's houses and the mall a mile from my house. And my legs feel sooo sore. I mean I get back and sit down, the feeling is indescribable. Just a rush of feeling of niceness in my legs to shout FINALLY! So yea, this is a short post so I'm going to add in some other stuff. My "ex" talked to me a couple of days ago. Now I'm sure she's dead and I've been talking to her sister, well that or her sister won't let me talk to my "ex". And the other girl I love is taken, I wish she was into me the same way I'm into her. My love life is so sad. I go after girls that are taken. I developed feelings for two other girls, not as some slut that likes ten or twenty girls, both of which are taken.

The Supernatural V.S. The Natural

In a real life situation I think I'd be more scared of the "Natural" than the "Supernatural". The reason I use the "" is because it's a matter of opinion on what's natural and supernatural. By the "Natural" I mean things like getting jumped or approached by a gang. I mean I know how to play them out, but most of the time for me a real life situation I can think all the way out and make as easy as taking a shit in explanation and theory but moving it into action is hard. Fighting is one thing, in a fight I'm not going to jump in, throw a hit, jump out; I'd jump in and throw 25 blows really fast to see the person on the floor. But I was out at a late night bike, before a giant storm came, and I got a little scared in the darker areas. It's because I was thinking, what if I run into a gang member. I mean there was some "Supernatural" to be scared of. I leave through my back which has a giant set of woods behind it, a perfect setting for a Slenderman Sighting. Also the lightning was fucking with my head and I could've sworn I saw a pale anorexic person in a car one of the times the lightning came down that disappeared later. But I didn't freak in those situations. What I freaked is when I was going around and got to a dimly lit area cause I was biking around the block. I go around with my clothes like a gangster, wearing gym shorts or really well sagged cargo shorts and a snapback with a simple T. And then I saw someone walking while holding up his shorts by the belt and I'm like thinking, don't look and keep biking. Recently I've developed a caring for other human lives, it's weird. And by extension I gotta worry about a gang member walking up to me and being like, "Wazzup my nigga.... you should run with me and my crew" Of course it doesn't go that fast but there are those that will drive up in a car and recruit. By recruit it means say yes or we follow you home and kill you and your family. Also cause I'm going around like a fucking gangbanger I could get mistaken and shot up for no reason. I'm not one of those retards that goes around trying to prove himself so he purposely starts shit. FUCK NO! I got a fucking brain, and no one with a brain will be stupid enough to do that. I let a situation come to me, if it doesn't then good, if it does then I solve it before it escalates, or at least tries to. If there's one thing that annoys me is that my mom isn't okay with me carrying around stuff to protect me. I mean the school I go to is right across from a neighborhood with cops going through it on a weekly/monthly basis. And I just wanna keep a set of knives in the bottom of my backpack and a lighter on me and she freaks. Sometimes I don't get how she can be overprotective at one point and then worry about me getting caught with a weapon more than getting caught without one while someone else has one.

Call Me Coach

I got friends that are thinking of building muscle so that by the end of the school year they can be buff. One wants to do it, I think, for fun. But the other one wants to do it for lacrosse because that is probably one that you really need to be a juggernaut and brute for because of the way it's played. So one of them has free weights, the other one, one who wants to do lacrosse, has a free weight. I was telling them the ways that they should use the weights. And I can't emphasize enough how you don't do the same motion, which in turn works the same muscles, every day and how you're supposed to rotate the motions where you work 3 different muscles every week twice. I know from experience because for about 1 year straight I used the same free weights everyday doing about 100 lifts with them and my muscles never got bigger. Towards the end they actually started to get softer. The only problem is they don't have a bench-press  This resulted in me telling them other things to do with the free weights so that they still do stuff daily. I've only told the routine to one of them so far though, the other one is working on getting a bench-press so I don't want to get him started on something just to stop before it benefits him. Basically my friend is working his biceps and forearms two of the days, shoulders and muscles in your arms used to pull two of the other days, and muscles in the chest area the other two. That leaves him one day to relax. I explained to both that they need to do running or biking everyday, before lifting, to get their heart rate up and it makes lifting easier. The one with more weights is interested in losing weight. I haven't told my lacrosse friend yet, but he should do sit-ups to help strengthen his abs and push-ups to warm-up and on break days to keep muscles toned. If I wanted to I could also have them work their gluts with leg-lifts and scissor kicks with the former considered being a bitch. Now as to diet I don't think it matters that much. All they need to focus on taking in on the days that they do workout is more sugar which provides energy, then protein and iron to build muscle and blood flow. And most importantly, on break days to make sure they don't overeat which makes some of what they do counterproductive  I can say that the hardest part of lifting weights I've had isn't the weights, because I pace myself, but the appetite. For example for the past three days I haven't been feeling well so I made them a break from lifting and I ate about 5 meals worth everyday.

Right Now I Psuedo Hate School

So it's my fourth week of school and I would genuinely enjoy it. The workload was surprisingly light and I started making money, fast, by selling candy in my classes where I'd sell anywhere from 20 to 30 bars a day. But right now I'm starting to get annoyed. In the program I'm in for the "smart" people the teacher's aren't exactly enjoyed like they were in previous years. My Physics teacher is on an okay level, I mean she's not a total cunt but still acts like one. It's the Alg II teacher that I dislike. Besides that he doesn't try to hide the fact that he dislikes me, he practically told me that I was going to fail his class today. He made a comment, directed at me and a couple of friends, that was saying we were going to end up getting 50s in his class. He ignores the other people that spend all class talking and picks on me and one other person. There's also the very important fact that he can't teach and no one is really learning anything. I mean he actually scares one of my friends.The physics teacher doesn't really get to me though. She's been dubbed "Madame Hitler" due to her policy of anything that isn't her method is the wrong method. She doesn't like me either, I think, due to my not paying attention and goofing off. But what annoys me about my Alg II teacher the most is he's really trying to change us to fit his methods and standards. He literally told us he knows we all have different methods of learning, then goes on to tell us we're going to have to adjust to us. If anything he should fit his teaching abilities and methods to us rather than the other way around. Right now I've decided that these two teachers have replaced a special spot in my heart reserved for my 7th grade English teacher that was a total cunt whore. I decided to call her the "Red Menace" because she'd always brag about her Russian "husband." What most people hated though was that she spent too much time telling us about her personal life.

I Feel Sick

I don't know why but I feel really sick. I even slept in a whole lot. Last night I went to sleep at 9 and woke up at 6:30 so it's not loss of sleep. But I woke up and just felt sick, and had an annoying as shit headache. Then during gym today I just felt out of it and really winded. My head kept flaring up, like it is now, and my head was pounding. It's been so annoying I've decided to take a break from weight lifting for the day and tomorrow. But it feels like allergies, I mean I got some clogged sinuses also. But worst of all right now is the mix of a fucked up throat that feels like it has something stuck in it and headache. God I really need to work on finding more to talk about so I can continue to have a daily post, except with more content and depth. I don't know what's causing this spell of writer's block.

The Way My Days Work With My Mojo

So there's a lot of spiritual crap that I believe in. Not religious, can't stress that enough. But besides the aura thingy I have a small faith in astrology. Seeing as I'm a libra and also born in the year of the bull and magically I resemble them also. But I got a serious mojo problem when it comes to omens. If I'm clumsy in the morning I'm clumsy all day, if I'm tired in the morning I'm tired all day, if something bad happens in the morning I have a bad day, you get what I'm saying. Right now I'm annoyed and a little worried cause yesterday I kept losing stuff around my house. That night I was over at a friends house and lost my phone and snapback. Now I found the stuff at my house, what I was losing was mostly my phone over and over again, but it's at someone else's house that I've misplaced things at a lot. My friend said he found my phone, but I don't know about my hat. I hope he found my hat because both things are relatively new. And damn, I've been writing short posts recently, I should but haven't worked on that. Well peace for now, gonna work on longer posts cause these are barely paragraph length.

Today Is A Special Day

Today commemorates a very important point in history, the birth of Blue. Blue the Alien Warrior is a great and valuable friend that I couldn't dare to lose. Because I wanted to get her something for her birthday I got an ocarina for her. She is in love with Link from Legend Of Zelda so it fits. Obviously she is of high enough importance to me as a friend to make another post, just for her birthday. I mean I got stuff planned out. Next year if I have a job I'm getting her a set of 3 blue katanas. The year after that if she hasn't gotten a legit Ocarina rather than the plastic one I got her I'm going to buy that for her also. Again it's all assuming I have a job by then. And there's so much stuff that I found on Ebay that I could get her. I just forgot about.

My Fucking Bike

Ok so I got my bike a couple days ago. It didn't come with any wrenches so I had to wait for a friend that had the ones I needed to comeover. I didn't feel like waiting so I used a screwdriver for it and first thing that annoyed me, I fucked up all the bolts that you're supposed to use an Allen Wrench for. Next thing, he comes by and forgot the wrenches but I got it tight enough where the handlebars stayed in place and moved with the wheel. I go to 7-11 with him to fill up the tires, it starts to fall apart. At first I don't really care, then I'm going down hill and it won't let me stop and fall and skid. I haven't even officially ridden it and it's all scratched up and shit. I mean my other stuff came also, except like 2 things. I got an official rave costume also. Made up of a white mask, led shirt, and hat with led laces on it. I of course am also wearing my gloves. But I still need to practice, which I normally do in a mirror to know if what I'm doing looks cool. Well turns out it's a crutch cause I need to see what I'm doing in front of me and not across from me. But it's a swagging pic. God I fucking used swag, I'm not proud of myself no more. And for those wondering, that's my punching bag in the background. And I'm only doing this pic because it doesn't show my face. I can't wait til' the rest of my shit comes though, and of course my Allen Wrenches. And for those that can't tell the shirt is currently lit and the gloves are also. My friend called it an advertisement pic cause of all the legit looking shit and the logos.

I Got Such A Bitchy Memory

Ok, if there's one thing that shows my brains it's my ability to remember almost anything. The only problem is it needs to be of importance or interesting to me. I mean in my math class I let everything subconsciously sink in. But then I forget stuff that I should remember. I'm making soup and forget to add in some of the key ingredients, making it so that it takes me 3 days rather than 2 days to make it. The first day I boil bones with all the ingredients. Overnight I put it in the fridge to gel so that I can scrape the fat off the top in the morning. Without gelling it or the more major ingredients it's horrible. And now so many people owe me money I can't keep track of it. I just know about 7 or 8 people owe me a dollar, one guy owes me 5, one owes me 4, and another owes me 2. I mean I'm no loanshark. I just let people borrow money and have my own money making schemes. Most of these involve buying things at the store and selling them at school. Then my memory doesn't apply well to those that I need it the most in like I don't know a French Test. I am going to fail my upcoming French because I'm horrible at learning languages. Or homework, that I always forget. But my soup got screwed, I forgot to put in about half of the ingredients that it needed, and for the ones I did put in because I left them in to soak too long the broth isn't white like it should be but a browner color.

My Fighting Potential

If there's one thing that gets ignored by kids at school is the fact that I'm muscular and built to beat the shit out of them. In my class for "geniuses" one kid kept talking crap to me and saying he was better. Now it wasn't all in the same day, but across a couple. Anyways, we were talking about who's the Alpha male and the little shit calls me the Beta female. I go the Alpha is the strongest and smartest in the pack. Now not to "toot my own horn" but I am one of the smarter ones seeing as I don't really pay much attention in those classes and I'm stronger because I've done something to be that strong. I fuckin lift weights. Then there's those retards that play videogames all day and still decide to say their stronger than me. Well fuck them. I have a high potential for boxing and have developed my own style. Previously I didn't have a punching bag to practice it on, but now I do. And I have two separate styles. One that I call my altered because I'd use it in a knife fight also, assuming I had two knives. My other I call my mix because I use methods from Muay Thai ( Thai boxing centered around the elbows and knees) and traditional boxing and have combos that I've practiced previously to getting a punching bag. I still need to work on the integration of kicks and knees (don't know what to actually call it) into it but I got the fist part down. If anything I need to practice kicking because I can kick high, but not in the way I practice fighting. This is just cause I've built up a lot of muscle in my legs that hinder me because I needed to practice kicking earlier and never did. Before I had a punching bag I just practiced punches when I was running and backpedaling in my basement to do cardio. But my "altered" style isn't that good with a punching bag because I haven't built up wrist strength, something I'm going to start to do on benchpress days, so the way I hit the bag starts to really hurt my wrist after about the 4th hit. I also need to practice working an uppercut into a set of combos. I mean I have a couple right now for my "mixed" style, one is five hits the first three are to disorient with the third to bring you in close then the last two are to finish. That's my usual that I normally practice. Then I got a barrage from my right, where I leave my left behind to help in defending myself. One that I really need to practice is moving from punching to leg work where I start off with the first three hits from the combo I mentioned earlier and then rather than finishing with my elbows I grab and slam their jaw into my knee. That is a legit move that my brother is going to help me practice. And there's one other style that I practice but is too hard for me because of being strong that I call "drunken" style, cause I compare it to drunken boxing. Now drunken boxing is just where you're highly unpredictable, but I compare it to it because it looks like I'm drunk and is centered around being loose. Now it's not biceps and triceps that are getting in the way for this but my shoulder tendons. I can loosen my shoulders to the equivalency of being dislocated so I swing them faster when I twist my hips, something that I've practice because it applies to traditional boxing. It's centered around knowing when to loosen my shoulders to improve the speed of the punch. What happens is when you throw a punch your shoulders kick in after it's been out by about a half and make it so it doesn't go any faster so that you don't tear your shoulder. What I do is after about 3/4 of the punch I let go and my fist flies by itself. The other method I have is the more dangerous one, to me and the opponent. From twisting my hips while my shoulder's loose and my fists are hanging at my sides. It flings my arms out and they go faster than any normal punch could from me. The danger part is because when you have it in a fist it goes way faster than with your hands flat and it tears the shit out of your shoulder. I can only do about three hits from each arm with it before it starts to get really painful for me. But in those six hits total I can knock you out easily. And most of all, when punching to keep my muscles from becoming a hindrance I don't wear gloves half the time so that I'm more prepared for bare fist fighting. That and I don't wear wraps as much either. If there's one thing I really should practice it's open palm, even though it's weaker it's safer for you, and if you manage it right it hurts like a bitch, you just need to know where to hit.

Rain Rain Go The Fuck Away

If there's one thing that I hate as much as I love it's rain. When I was a little kid I hated it, but at this point I've learned to enjoy it. One thing I've always wanted to do was run outside naked in the rain. Of course I can't do that without getting the cops called on me but I still think it'd be fun. Another idea I have to do in the rain is fuck in it. Just the idea, I don't know where I got it from but it just sounds like a fun idea. But what I hate about it, a lot. First off I have to walk in it sometimes and I get soaked through, now I don't mind that in fact I like it but when you dry off in a car without a towel it leaves a residue on your skin and makes it feel different for a while. Or even worse, the stuff I leave outside gets fucked up. All my packages that I ordered early for my birthday are getting left outside and the delivery man isn't knocking on the door. I come home and find my package soaked through and was worried that some of the stuff in it cause I ordered electronic stuff, well that's explanatory. I mean I can listen to music in the rain on my headphones, but pulling out your phone or ipod to change the song is annoying. And my clothes get soaked through, I get home and have to peel them off, I'm glad I took my hoodie off at the time I did. But now I find out that the mask I got off of Amazon wasn't the one I wanted, it's too thin and only covers my face, doesn't go up to put down some of the hair. But that's off subject. I also left my bike, although shitty, outside along with a punching bag I just got yesterday. It's not going to fuck them up that much but the water will soak in and make it smell like shit. Like my brother's gym stuff does cause it's soaked in sweat. I still wanna just run outside though. That'll be fun to go out in a bathing suit, but then I'll have people in my neighborhood staring.

I Can't Help But Feel Sad

I hear people saying that they have such horrible love lifes, all I can do is laugh at their self-pity. I have a horrible love life. I chase after a girl that despised me for 3 months. My first and only girlfriend is over the internet and may be dead. I'm into girls that don't return the feelings. And I'm pretty sure that any girl that is into me I'm not going to be into. But why can't I help but feel sad? Cause I did the stupidest thing and told a girl that I love her and now she won't talk to me. It was foolish and I don't want to go into. I mean it's somewhat good because I have a close to none appetite, but it's very bad also. I'm not in the mood for anything. I'm lazy and just don't want to do crap. Like shit, my stuff from Emazing Lights came and I was messing around with the L.E.D. shirt that I got. I can have temporary euphoria, but nothing lasts me more than a couple of minutes. I got my punching bag also. It doesn't help. I just feel dead inside and nothing picks me up from it long enough to last. I mope. All I can ever do is mope and wallow in my self-pity. I just wish she could at least talk to me. Tell me to leave her alone. She won't even do that. And I had high hopes. I got friends telling me she does like me and just won't say it. I mean she tells me someone asked her out and that she hasn't told him an answer yet. That's like saying, please say something to me to give me a reason to turn him down and be with you. And I appreciate her looks. I could care less if she didn't wear makeup unlike some guys. And yes, a girl's complexion can get screwed up enough that she feels the need for a thin layer of makeup. But it's love for me. Love makes you ignore any problems with who you love that's set out before you. Just like how love can make you happy from seeing them and sad when they've only been gone for a second. Obviously she doesn't feel the same, but I'm going to keep pursuing her. And if there's anything it's that when I keep listening to the same songs over and over again it's because I identify with them. I let music that's already been made express me when I don't feel like I can. In particular right now I have Acting Up by G Eazy Ft. Devon Baldwin; Teenage Dirtbag by Wheatus; and Take Care by Drake Ft. Rihanna stuck in my head. Acting up expresses how I'd act immature which she'd look down on at points. Teenage Dirtbag is self explanatory, cause I'm just a teenage dirtbag that isn't worthy of her. That's not just my thoughts, I'm pretty sure those are hers. And Take Care is to stimulate the idea in my head that maybe she does like me, but is just too afraid that I'll end up hurting her in the end so is unwilling to be anything more.

Pigging Out

If there's one thing I'm a true master of it's eating more than I should. Like shit, I was a total fatass for 4 years. And I mean I still do. It's just that now I'm so active daily it doesn't matter. Lets see for the things that contribute to total fatassery. I used to be very active, I mean I spent 3 hours a day outside during the school year. But then my friends all moved away and I wasn't as active. And then I could eat a double quarter pounder in less than a minute on a full stomach. But even though I stopped being as active my appetite stuck and I would eat a whole lot. Then at the school I went to until 6th grade I only had P.E. once or twice a week which wasn't enough. But I still do. I always will. Have you guys heard of "The Feast" from Subway? I used to split that with my brother with double meat on it and finish it in 5 minutes. Now I eat a full one. My appetite is close to zero though, especially when I'm sad or depressed. I only pig out when I just finished working out or have friends over. But now I could probably eat 2 foot long "The Feasts" with double meat and still be hungry if I'm in a good mood, just finished working out, and at half stomach. I could win any eating contest just because I can shovel the food into my mouth. I used to stack my sandwiches to 6 inches and still manage a huge bite. But pigging out is my serious talent. I impressed Chentos's mom when I finished my food and cleaned the plate before they were even half way through. So yea, I'm a pig out man. But I need to be in the mood. I mean if I haven't eaten all day sometimes I'll only eat a bag of chips and be happy. But with friends, walk 5 miles while starving and thirsty you'd be surprised at what I can do. I go into McDonalds and I drank more than a gallon of Powerade and just stuffed the pizza we got into my mouth without waiting. Or this time I went on a field trip and had to run about 3 miles and walk 2 I got a "The Feast" and ate 3/4s of it so fast I got constipated. I GOT CONSTIPATED FOR 6 HOURS. And the thing is the Feast is one of the greasiest subs you can get, atleast the way I stack it. I mean I try to create a balance between meat and veggies. Cause it was so big besides the usual lettuce, tomato, olives, and onions I had spinach, green peppers, and cucumbers. Then instead of getting the usual ranch and chipotle I only got sweet onion and oil. It's a lot more oily but less fatty than ranch and chipotle. So it was a giant grease bomb and I get constipated. But when I took the shit I'd been waiting for at school during rocket club it took forever. A full half hour. I couldn't flush the fucking toilet.

Patient Enough For You?

So right now I got lots of stuff to wait for. Besides my birthday there's also all the stuff I ordered for it. But I'm also waiting on Borderlands 2 to come out. Seeing as I loved Borderlands I know I'm going to love Borderlands 2. But then I got my punching bag and bike that's coming in a week. Also all the raver ware that I ordered from Emazing Lights which will probably be 2 weeks from now. But I've never been patient. Patience is a virtue that I don't have. I can barely wait a minute for someone to respond back to me and get annoyed if it says they're online and see it. And now I got a serious thing to wait for that has me really worried. I don't know why but I told a girl I love her. The one I've been pursuing. And I don't think I've said it to her before and about 3 months ago she hated me. Now I'm all buddy buddy with her though, but still. I mean I wanted to ask her out to homecoming and turn anyone that asked me, which I know would be none, down. Now I guess there's no point. I guess I was lucky enough to talk to her normally for 3 months without her telling me off for stuff or getting mad at me. But back to being patient. It kills me. I have to move around and find something to do to keep my mind off of whatever I'm waiting for. And right now I'm waiting for so much stuff it's getting annoying. Like I can handle myself and be patient, but it kills me. I've had to be patient with the mentally challenged. But the thing with the girl I like is some serious waiting. Cause about 5 of my friends, closer friends that normally rip on me in a playful way, think she likes me. I think she likes me. But I could just be getting pity. And if she does I'm waiting with good reason. She may just not want to tell me she likes me even though I've told her I like her time and time again. I practically remind her. She may just be scared to. This isn't my ego talking. I make jokes about girls shying away from me, it's impossible to be my ego talking. But I just hate waiting. It makes me sad sometimes, especially in these situations, and I just sit there not wanting to do anything. Not wanting to workout either. Fuck I haven't worked out for 3 days I should really get on that but haven't. Oh well.

Rapping Powers ACTIVATE

I'm only fourteen and I'm spitting this shit

Watch when I'm eighteen I'll be hitting that shit

Just sticking it in and ramming real hard

Then pulling out fast before I've gone too far

I just spit sick shit like never before

And then girls'll hang around like they're my whores

One for the morning, one in the afternoon

I'll be a baby daddy pretty soon

This is the shit that I like to mock

The rappers that act like they're jocks

Advertise like they better than us

But they sleep around so they can just fuck

OFF, those niggas better stop

Imma beat their ass if they don't shut up

They can swallow my dick for all I care

But if I get some, I won't share

Imma keep it private, who the fuck needs to know

Maybe I like to blow on drow

No you niggas don't know me

But you bitches think you do, sadly

But you don't. Not many will

Blue knows me, but that wasn't until

I decided to open up to her

She did the same to me, she's like a sister

I'd kill someone that really hurt her

She's my bro, I'm her big brother

Spiritual, not a literal sense

If you believed that you must be dense

I got a legit bro

And he's got a nasty hoe

But I look out for Lil' Blue

That's not so little, but it's true

She's little in a physical sense

But you should see her emotional tense

Look at her brain she's ten times bigger

She's really deep, I believe she's a singer

Haha you bitches thought I'd say nigger

I got you there, so watch me flicker

Away I gots to go

Imma about to talk real slow

Just to hurry this thing up

I'm just going to shut the fuck up

Yep I made a rap. It happened while I was listening to The Game I just thought up the first 2 lines or so. No I didn't steal them from the song I was listening to, I made sure of that. Then all of a sudden it became some talk about sex and I decided to move it to a more serious topic. The only problem, and it's something I just realized now, you guys might try to rap it but because you don't see how I'm rapping it you don't make it fit with the rhythm that only I know is being used. But that stuff I said about Blue is true you know. She told me I can't call her sissy and have to call her bro. But she accepts my spiritual adoption of her becoming my little sister. She told me to call her bro and I didn't want to. She threatened to call me something, I don't remember what, but that got me to call her bro. I think she decided to call me sis or something.

Using That Money Maker

Over the years I've had multiple schemes that I've gone through to make money. Most of these I started carrying out in 7th grade but I was always looking for a cheap and simple way to make money. Let's see in 7th grade I started selling propels at 100% markup. I also sold gummy worms for 33% markup. Surprisingly the gummy worms made more money, with me getting about 8 or 9 bucks a week. Last year I sold soda. I didn't even use the legit cans of soda but the cans of store brand. 1$ a can. ONE BUCK. I made about an extra 5-10 bucks a week cause of that. Now my grand scheme for before and while I have a job is to sell candy. I was doing it for FBLA (Future Business Leaders of America) and because we had to sell it all by a certain time I went to my old school to sell. I sold 8 out of 30 pieces for a buck a piece. My other friend sold 18 pieces cause he had chocolate and most of the kids left. Now we're just going to buy the packs for 10 bucks each and sell every Tuesday or Monday saying it's for FBLA when we finish our boxes. And I know it will work. I mean kids just pull those boxes out at lunch and sell most of it. It's not that hard or complicated. Then there's teachers that will let you pull out the candy and sell it also. That works really easily. I've seen people finish off boxes in one class so it's not that complicated. And I could use the money. My only other way would be to offer services in doing homework for people, something that would be easy for me to manage, or giving out loans. Now I don't have 50s just laying around that I could lend out, much less people that would want to borrow it, but I could make some serious cash from doing people's homework if I wanted. Then there's always me getting a job. I've decided I'm going to apply to Best Buy when I turn 15. My brother said in person, so I'm going to do that. And for me to get a job will equal a steady source of income that will help me a lot for when I turn 16 and get my friend's minibike.

My Ideal Girl

I've managed to become very desperate for a girlfriend and don't know why. Besides the asking of my friends for if they've heard anything about girl's liking me I've asked friends without anyone special to look for me. That is like king douchery. I also asked my brother's girlfriend if she had any hot friends that might go for me. I really don't know where the desperation is coming from either. For me I have built up an ideal girlfriend though. If it's a right off the bat, don't know her, never talked to her, asked out out of the blue I got an idea of what I'd like from a visual perspective. I'd want her to be moderately thin, I don't mind them being a little chubby but don't want them to be too thin either. I'd prefer a redhead cause redheads are hot, or maybe a nice brunette. Now for the boobs I honestly couldn't care, neither about them having an ass. Height doesn't matter to me either. Now facial I have my own opinion of beauty that can't be expressed in words from my perspective. As for the girls I've crushed on most of them fit that. There have been two in particular that I've been told are ugly, which I choose to ignore cause I could care less about other's opinions. But I'm too lazy to pursue girls. I mean I make them laugh, that's not that complicated for me, but the pursuit of them is just boredom to me. I think if I was out flirting with girls all day and making them laugh I'd have a girlfriend now. But I don't know how to flirt, and don't like the idea of flirting with them. I prefer to let them come to me, which is kinda boring also but it makes it so I don't spend my time trying to push a thousand pound wall. It would be nice to have a girlfriend though. I've spent way to much time hanging with my friends it's becoming highly gay.

I Can Honestly Say I Hate My Life Right Now

So yea. Hate my life right now. It shouldn't be as odd as it sounds but it's true. I do love life, enjoy living and all, and wouldn't dare do anything that directly endangers it but sometimes it just feels like living is hard work. Recently I've been having serious girl troubles, and the girl I love has been ignoring me recently. I don't know what I did either, I asked if I did and asked if it was some of the stuff my friends were saying it'd be and she just went no. Now onto another reason for me to be hating my life. My dad. Yes my stupid retarded dumbass of a dad. He just honestly pisses me off in almost everything he does. And he does some really stupid stuff. At this point I think I broke him and he's trying to come to terms with realizing my opinion of him isn't a good one. He would just mope around and looks sad and like a little puppy that's just been kicked. And then there's that high school's just started. It's not that bad but I'm getting to feeling lonely when I'm just sitting there in class with nothing to do and no one to talk to. Like I got friends in each of my classes but sometimes we just don't talk. I'm left there sitting staring off into nothingness and drowning in an infinite sea of boredom. But what leaves me sad a lot is that I've gotten desperate. I don't get desperate. In the worst situation I don't normally care. But I've gotten into desperation. I'm asking friends, and mind that they're friends that don't have girlfriends themselves, to look for me. It's just sad. Well it's going to eventually turn up. I am getting some nice stuff for my birthday.

I Honestly Think My Dad Is A Worthless Shit

WOW 2 bitch posts about my dad in the same week. That just shows how much he manages to annoy me and piss me off. But if anything I have reason to be pissed with him. He acts like we have a whole bunch of money whenever it comes to stuff that he wants but when it comes to stuff that I actually need, like a durable binder that doesn't break after 2 months or a punching bag so that I'm not running around the house breaking shit I can't get it. Or I have to ask for it for my birthday. I mean all year there's stuff that I want and I normally just wait for my birthday to ask for it. My dad on the other hand acts like a little five year old except he's worse because he has a credit card he can use. Yesterday I'm at the store with him, sadly, and we need to buy clipboards for my mom. He says he wants to also look at the computers because for some reason he needs to be able to not get up and walk 5 yards to a computer that's behind where he wastes all day. And I know him well enough to know that he will go and buy a computer without telling anyone. Over the summer I would come downstairs and see some of the most retarded shit. A dog bed when we don't have a dog yet, a flagpole cause he has respect for what I personally consider one of the shittiest countries in the world hidden under a thin veil, and he just keeps buying stuff. I mean like seriously, WHAT THE FUCK!. We don't have a dog yet, but he ordered one online without anyone knowing, and he's already spent about 100 bucks on it. Oh did I mention yet, he wants a dog cause he's lonely and too lazy to get a job. He says he can't handle one when that's bullshit, he wants a fuckin dog. He doesn't want to do shit for it. I know him, he won't admit it but I know him. And because I know him I had to crush his little fucking dream yesterday because I'm not going to take care of some mutt I didn't ask for. I would love a dog, but I don't want to have to put in the work to take care of it. And a man who doesn't even brush his teeth, barely showers,  and sleeps all day thinks he can handle a dog. FUCK NO! He could probably barely handle a goldfish. But yesterday I stormed out and went home cause I live down the street from the stupid store I was at and when I got home I just started breaking his stuff. Cause apparently we have a whole bunch of money it shouldn't matter right? WRONG! Cause we fucking don't. But my dad won't admit that he's being a stupid shit and decided to stick by this retarded excuse "It doesn't concern you." And I beg to differ. Anything that happens that can affect me concerns me. And knowing my dad, he's probably spending so much money on himself he's taking it from my brother's and my own bank account. Anything that involves spending money in the house concerns me.And now he's mad that I broke stuff that we don't need and he stupidly bought already and thinks I need to buy a new one for him. Well FUCK HIM! I'm not paying for shit. It's not my fault he wastes money on this shit. And if he tries to make me pay for a new one I will honestly bitch slap him. If he buys new ones I'm breaking those too though cause I already told him we don't need them cause he's canceling that order for a dog. I'm not so much worried about the wasted money, but trust me I am, as much as I'm worried about the dog's health. It's not healthy for them to suffer no human interaction all day, especially since it's a puppy. And he doesn't want to walk it and doesn't think he has to which is a load of shit. Most of all, and biggest reason, he's going to sleep all day, something he won't admit to, and let the dog starve. Even if he did walk it though or was up to feed it it wouldn't matter. If he walked it he wouldn't even take it that far and can't bend down to pick up it's shits easily. And I'm not going to take it for him, cause he's going to push it off on me. And after I shouted at him for about 6 months worth of built up aggression put through on him being stupid on a few things I think he started to come to terms with reality. Like dreams are something that can get done in reality, they can be crazy but they still have enough of a reality in it. He wasn't thinking it through. But he just sat there like he was dying, and he was pouting I know it and didn't want to admit that he was wrong. I had to crush it though. Before he spends 1200 dollars cause he's too lazy to do stuff. He said he wanted a laptop to write his books while he's waiting for us in the car. Yeah right, he's a bad writer and anything he can write about would be too generic to become published. When I told him that he just got one of those faces that says that he's realizing it. I think I just threw him into a depression but I honestly don't care. He wastes space to me. And because of all this shit it's become hard to even care for him a little bit. And Blue, you call this courage. 5 years ago I was fighting with my parents almost every week and "ran away" about 3 times. Around 2 years ago I decided to keep my head cause my mom was working at the same school we went to. I don't get in fights with my parents as much and had to be careful with my dad who's a crotchety waste of space and could have had his heart give out from yelling and shit. I haven't had a legit bitch fight with my dad in about 6 months. About 6 months ago I started doing a harder routine for weight lifting also. I always fight with my mom, she acts stupid but isn't as worthless. And cause she drives me to school I can't keep fighting with her cause of that.

Sleep Is For Suckers

Yea, another post about sleeping. Well fuck you people I can't help it, it's my favorite thing to do. When you're sleeping anything can happen. When you're sleeping you can dream. But I stayed up all night, something that's actually very common for me. I just stayed up, playing CoD MW3 with a friend and going troll towards the end. Then I also spent an hour or so dancing in the street and running to the sidewalk when a car came. I had some fun though. I was waving at cars, shouting songs by Hopsin, things like that. If a car doesn't honk back at me I run after it which I managed cause they weren't going all that fast. And the shouting of Hopsin songs, it was 12:30 in the morning so cars were honking and shouting. I just shouted back BITCH YOU WILL LISTEN TO ME SPIT SOME SICK SHIT! But we (I) was acting really immature and stupid. I actually mooned a couple cars and was sitting shirtless waving it around. Me favorite thing was when I used a stop sign as a strip pole. There was also a point where 2 tall, muscular, African American, males walked by around 12:15 and I just like shit what the fuck am I gonna do. Like it wasn't cause they were black, fuck no, it was cause of the look, the time, and the location. 2 years ago I used to wake up once a week to police sirens. But I was with a friend so I had to be careful cause if they were gangbangers and such they could be packing. And even if they were I wouldn't be running from the fight, but my friend would and I don't need him getting hurt. Even though there'd be the chance of me becoming a hero and getting a certain girl I love. But it's always better not to start shit. Them nodding 'sup at you is enough, as long as you remember to nod back. But when I was back at home I started practicing gloving again. I figured out some serious shit. Before I only had about 4 or 5 moves, now I'm around 15, 20. One I really got down is where it looks like DNA. Another good one is where it makes different colored lines in the air cause of the way the gloves are made. I plan to go to homecoming, the theme is Neon Lights, and gloving if I have a date. So I need to practice. I even went so far as to go to EmazingLights and look at accessories and hoodies and such. It's about 50 bucks worth of shizz that I decided I want. It's a snapback, a LED shirt, a tank top, and a mask. I also had some arm bands to wear with it. It's a lot to spend on a hobby but I decided that I'm going to get it for my birthday. Other things are LED shoelaces (for my rave costume), 2 more pairs of rave gloves, a bike, a punching bag, and that's about it. In total it's about 350 bucks worth of shit, but it's my birthday plus my Christmas present I just always group it together to make it easier. I also may bother my dad to let me order early, but I shouldn't cause he already ordered a dog I know he won't be keeping long cause he doesn't think he needs to walk it. But I could use this stuff. Besides that I wanna get used to wearing some of the stuff, especially the mask, I want a bike so I can bike to school rather than get dropped off by my mom. God, this thing really got off subject. But yea I stayed up all night today cause I had no more reason. I sleep in til' 4 in the morning normally. And I go to sleep around 8 cause for some reason by then I'm worn out.

I Made Some Poetry

My life feels dead, it hurts my head

I just want to, go to bed

Sleep on clouds, all day long

And while I sleep, I'll sing this song.

And when I sleep, I will dream

Of many girls, of everything

And in my dreams I won't be sad

I'll even have, a healthy dad

I'll have a girl, she'll be my world

We'll be in love, my dreams unfurled

And when we kiss the world explodes

And we'll stay together, we'll grow old

I could say the silliest things

And she'd just laugh, and that will ring

In my head for days to come

There's my poem, I think I'm done

So most of this was written a while ago. But the last quatrain I wrote last night. There is no true inspiration behind it. It started with me rhyming lines to Blue then it ended up becoming me talking about a girl. But this is some quality shizz. If you're not a poet you're not a rapper is something that I consider to be true.

I Just Love The Stuff My Sub-Conscious Cooks Up

So as you 3 or 4 avid readers know I put a lot of faith in my dreams. Even though I don't manage to remember half of them the ones I do are the ones that I put my faith in. And last night I just had a great dream that I remember vividly. And my favorite part keeps replaying in my head, which is making my cheeks red and I can't stop smiling like I'm dreaming, well I actually am. But I really hope it means something and isn't just my head telling me what I know I want. So you guys are probably wondering what my magical dream was. Well I'm sitting at a table at lunch, for some reason it's one at my 7/8th grade school and not my high school, and I'm talking with people from an integrated class I'm in. Most of these people weren't in my lunch periods when I was in 7th or 8th grade so it also could have been in the morning. But there are two open seats, one next to me and one across from me. And then she comes up. By she I mean the girl I love, the girl I'd do almost anything for, the girl that I am the bitch of. She sits in the seat across from me next to some guy that she's had a crush on for a while and we're all talking. Of course I've gotten to rather than talking to my friends I'm just sitting with my head on the table looking at her (I still need to make that portrait) and I just have a smile that says her just being there makes me happy. But here comes the really good part. SHE COMES OVER AND SITS NEXT TO ME. And I don't mean like with space. I mean really REALLY close. That's happened with one of the girls I kinda like in real life and all I could think was WHOO WHOO WHOO in my head, but with her it's different. I fell over. It was like I was drunk. I started moving slowly from left to right slowly going farther out each time, then I'm on the table smiling with my face red. But here's the major part that I keep replaying in my head. As I started to sit up she kissed me. Not on my lips, but on my cheek. And I loved it. Like seriously I fell backwards and hit my head on the ground and then the dream was over. Of course if that happened in real life, even if the ground was pure diamond, I would not have cared. I just had the happiest moment of my life, who the fuck would care. And right now, as I'm writing this post that expresses my intense feelings for a girl, I'm too busy smiling to stay focused. My face has been red for like 30 minutes straight and I CAN'T STOP SMILING. I'm going to look like a freshman at school today cause my face is going to be deep red with a giant grin on it. I'm going to look like a fucking creep at school. Just grinning at a girl like I'm Jim Carrey, then it's like I'm walking towards her, I get pepper sprayed. And you people can bet that I'm going to tell her that I had this dream. I feel guilty to even dream about that stuff happening with her and not telling her.

I'm About To Beat The Shit Out Of My Dad

So my dad wants a dog and his reason is because he's lonely at home. For those that don't know he is an unemployed sack of shit that is too lazy to go out and get a job and his excuse is he can't handle one. Well I know quite a few people that would say owning a dog is a lot harder work than doing the jobs that he'd be able to get. And I mean he already started buying stuff for it, and decided he'd just order one online. HE HASN'T FUCKING PROVEN HE CAN HANDLE A DOG! I told him to ask my uncle if he can puppy sit during the day and he's like I don't need to do that I know how to own a dog. I mean like seriously, his answer to me saying he's going to have to walk it which will be 4 times a day cause it's a puppy is that he doesn't have to because it's small. I DON'T GIVE A FUCK! Besides the fact it'll end up taking shits and pisses in the house it's not good for the dog to only know the front lawn and the inside of a house. And if that thing takes a shit anywhere near my stuff that shit is going on my dad, literally. Anything the fucking dog does I'm holding that sack of shit responsible for, most of which will be done by bitchslapping him. I don't care what he says, I can't kick a dog that doesn't know better. And he is just being an idiot. HE SLEEPS ALL DAY. He doesn't need a fucking dog, much less can own one. He's not going to feed it or walk it and put all of that off onto me. And you know it's sad when a 14 year old FOURTEEN YEAR OLD has to treat his dad like a little kid. The only problem is he knows all the work that will go into it and knows he can't handle it. He knows he can shove this shit off on me. And I'm not going to do it. I already know that a couple weeks after the dog shows up it's going to end up being dropped off at the pound because it's not being raised properly and there will be about 500 dollars down the drain, probably more. And another big thing. WE DON'T HAVE ANY FUCKING MONEY FOR A FUCKING DOG. Just WHAT THE FUCK! He tells me we're tight for money, I can't get a legit bike and have to use some shitty one he bought for a dollar. But magically once it involves him it doesn't matter about money. He doesn't think I need a bike? I mean like seriously I have to ask for it for my fucking birthday. I have so much stuff I need. A bike, binders that don't fall apart after 3 weeks ( I need the really durable ones), a punching bag, and so much more. And I mean it's practical shit that won't die. I mean he won't let me get two binders for 20 bucks cause we don't have money just laying around, but somehow we can manage to pay to own a dog that I already know won't be under his ownership long. If I'm walking it it's my dog, bed and cage in my room, that shit. But I know he won't let me do that. And I wouldn't want that. It's a puppy.I don't want shit all over my room.

My Love Life In Shambles

So... yea it's another one of these dreary posts about me liking girls and stuff. I've done them so much I need to think about the title to make sure I didn't already use it. But like it's not exactly in shambles, but screwed up for me. Let's see I love 2 girls, well three but one is more like a sister to me, and I like 2 girls. Of 2 girls I love one could be dead and even if she were it wouldn't matter cause she lives in California. The other one hated me for 3 months and then starts talking to me all nice and normal, I talked to her a lot over the summer, then she doesn't go to the same school as I do anymore cause she felt like it was making her dumber. I won't give clues about to who the 2 girls I like are even though some people, most of the people I know read this blog often enough, do know. But back to love. The one that changed to a different school really has an effect on me. I compare looking at one of her pictures to being nigh or drunk. For those of you that don't know me when I saw nigh it means nice and high. I mean I see her, even a small pic on facebook, I just can't help but smile and feel a weird tingling in my face. I mean it feels weird for me to grin, I don't do it in the same type of way I do with her. And because I have her beauty permanently etched into my memory I see her whenever I close my eyes. And when I see her from memory I start to smile. I just feel nice when I look at her. And I've decided there's a good chance I'm going to ask her out to homecoming at my high school cause I have encouragement from two people to do so. I've only asked her out once and got shot down, but I'm not one of those ballsy retards that asks a girl out 6 times. Then again that was a month ago. And I know how to do it also. I mean I can be romantic and sweet, but I don't do a lot of that. But I decided I'll make a portrait of her, something that will take a lot of effort to make a good one cause I suck at portraits, and send it to her asking her out to homecoming. And homecoming is supposed to be a month away so I need to practice. And maybe, when she sees how much effort I put into it, she'll say yes. I mean like I have an eye for detail, but portraits are some of the hardest pieces of art to make. Especially with undeveloped talent for making them like mine.

The First Day

I'm interested in how the first day is going to turn out. Besides the fact by the end of the day I'll be impressing my teachers with how fast I can sleep in class unless I take like a gallon of caffiene straight to the veins, I've heard some stuff. For example my friend said I had to call his sister, who's a senior, a slut whenever I see her. And she responded to that, cause I made about 5 slut jokes over the phone, with threatening to send 5 seniors after me that will throw me in a dumpster and piss on me. All I could say is bring it bitch. It's not my cocky attitude, it's cause I'm not scared. And either way I'll get a name. If I win, well that I'd consider a good reputation because people won't be there to mess with me as much. If I lose, I'll have a reputation for someone who doesn't back down and when he gets piss in his mouth all he does is spit it back at whoever's responsible. I mean I'm a beast when it comes to fighting, although I've never fought before. It's because I study fighting potential and technique when I'm bored along many subjects, along with also practicing punching and kicking and technique and lifting weights. That combination is good for an amateur fighter. The reason I said beast is simply this, in a true fight there are no rules something which I plan to highly utilize. I know easier said than done, but who the fuck cares. All that will happen is if my plan to fight doesn't play out the way I want I fight random. I've practiced stuff like loosening my muscles, especially my shoulders. Being able to do that while using other muscles at my full strength is a considerable combo. I just loosen my shoulders and spin my hips fast while my hands are fists. And I've practiced ways to increase the force from a kick. Such as mixing spinning, not in a ballet way, in with the kick which increases the power of the kick. But I already know I'm going to look like a freshman this year because my backpack is stuffed full of supplies for school. And I'm going to get lost 4 times a day ( I have 4 classes a day)

The Modest and The Stupid

So I was chilling with one of my friends and we were listening to rap songs on youtube on a playlist on my t.v. He happens to be into Young Money and doesn't like many raps that aren't by them, or atleast hasn't shown that he does, and the playlist was set to switch off between a song he wanted and a song I wanted. So I was putting up G Eazy and Hopsin while he was putting up Drake and Lil Wayne. And he points out that Hopsin isn't walking around in expensive shit, he's wearing hoodies and wifebeaters. And I mean I never noticed that, but it shows something. He's modest, yea MODEST. Modesty equals respect to me, not showing off every chance you get. Watch almost any video with a Young Money artist and they're all wearing expensive stuff and driving in some fancy car. The only video I can think of with two Young Money artists in it and they're being modest is Forever by Drake Ft. Lil Wayne, Kanye West, and Eminem. And that's just because it's an ode to Lebron James. But most of these guys are talking about coming from the ghetto (Drake didn't come from the ghetto) well I'd like to see some guy driving a Ferrari and wearing 200 dollar shirts in the ghetto. Unless he's a gang member he's going to get jumped and lose all that shit. And then there's Nick Minaj showing off her ass and tits with almost every video being her in a bikini half the time. I think it would be a miracle for Nicki Minaj not to get raped if she walked through a ghetto by herself or with one of her friends. Like I can't believe that I just noticed this in the videos, I always noticed this in the songs, but most of the rappers I like are modest in them. Eminem was recognized for wearing a hoodie, not some expensive coat. Forever is the only song I like by Drake and that's cause it's the only one with modesty. Now I'll argue that he shows a talent when he does other songs like Motto but that's all. I'm okay with listening to Drake, but I find him annoying at points cause half the time I'm too busy to pay attention to his lyrics and when I do I'm just like, I think he took a giant shit on my brain right now. I haven't listened to some of the older songs  by Lil Wayne where I would call him real because he'd mention it, but right now the only song I can say off the top of my head I'll listen to is Mirror. He's talking about real problems. Now I'm not some rap fascist that will only listen to music that is modest and crap, it's just the ones I tend to listen to. I think Drake has skill, but he has to improve the content. Maybe someone should shoot him in the kneecap a couple of times, or he could get handicapped, maybe then I'll have more of an inclination to listen to him.

I'm Not Going Mainstream Bitches

I've been rappin for quite a while

So much that I can sit back and smile

Then spit sick shit right off my tongue

Then walk away cause I'm done

Bitch you got no shit on me

Just stand there, wait and see

I'll beat yo ass without an effort

That's a nice girlfriend you know I fucked her

I took her home, she blew on my condom

I fucked that ass, and shot up to stardom

All damn night her shouting my name

Just told me of all my fame

And nigga I'm not to blame

Cause you suck in bed, damn you lame

It's no surprise yo lady chose me

Even more she paid a fee

Yea that's right I didn't pay

She payed me, then we played

I got 500 just for my dick

Then another 100 for every lick

That bitch was one hungry whore

I can say that night I never snored

I was too busy tapping that ass

Her ass so red cause I slapped

It at 50 a hit

She then said that you suck shit

She fucked so much that nothing else

Gets her off like fucking on my shelf

Every bitch just loves my swag

While every bitch thinks yo a fag

Now before I get bored here

I'm gettin the fuck outta here

Of course this one seems so mainstream from the opening with bragging about non-existent things to do with me. But it's just to show, I can just as easily write some mainstream bullshit as I can write stuff that when read without a beat it sounds like poetry at the points without cursing. And yes I wrote this on the spot and I don't find it to have any quality. It's about fucking a girl for christ's sake, which is something Young Money does. Listen to Bed Rock and tell me it isn't. It's just my way of showing if I really wanted to I could probably rise to the same level of stardom as Tyler the Creator or Drake.

I Got Some Serious Skills

If there's one talent that I've never totally embraced it's art. Actually that's wrong, I haven't embraced my talent as a pianist and a percussionist which was very talented. I memorized most pieces and I could play most songs on the drums at 3x speed. But back to what I was mentioning, my artistic talent. I'm a horrible painter and sculptor but I can draw quite well. Recently I haven't been exactly inspired but I can always do my graffiti writing. It's an easy way which I normally do by making everything pointy and edgy with a 3D side to it. I have a nice YO! Collage I made in art last year. But I made a fansign for Blue and put some serious effort into it. It took me 30 minutes to sketch it and another hour or so to shade it in. I had planned to put in a pentagram also, but there wasn't enough room. Another product of my artistic skill is Snort Boy. We had to create a character with a story and such. I started sketching and before I knew it I had a teenager with a giant pig mask on and a flamethrower. The tank for the flamethrower also was his life support or something. And he had a gangster look to him. He was to be an antihero like the hulk. At school he was picked on a lot for having to wear a mask that he used for breathing and when he had it off he resembled a pig. He was also a genius, and I mean like super genius, so one day he went off the deep end and turned his breathing tank into something to make him stronger that could also be used to fuel a flamethrower. He even built a mask, the pig mask, which gave him a better viewing, heart sensor, basically anything you could imagine to get in Call of Duty plus more. And he went to school that day and killed everyone there and left the building in flames. When he realized what he did he decided to atone for what he did (so cliche). So he becomes like Batman except a way different back story and he's more destructive. I made some other great testaments to my artistic skill, one of which was a painted jester mask, but most of them were while I was younger and spent more time doodling. I have only 2 pieces that I can think of right now that I've painted and think are good. One was the jester mask which I made in my 7th grade year, the other was a tree I made last year. The tree was watercolor and great. The jester mask needed a little work around the mouth but everything else was quite good. The tree I think needed some work around the trunk but for the most part was good.

Blue's Fansign

Jester Mask

Yo Collage

Tree( Yes It's Not All That Great)

Cartoon Character I Made

Tree Guy I Made