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Tuesday, August 29th, 2006
11:51 pm	What's been on my mind I kind of hate My Space. There's a group of people on there who I really don't like reading my stuff. Particularly Prep and Gabby reading. Whatever they say I know will just end up coming back to my parents, which is exactly what I know will happen. It seriously stunts my writting habits. I can't say nearly anything as freely without worrying about the consequences, which is a horrible way to live, or write. Am I smart or stupid for lying to girl of when the last time I was with a girl. I really didn't want to tell her earlier that week, it sounded a lot better if I said in February. She made fun of me, and told me that she couldn't believe I had went that long, but I wasn't about to change my words. I saw a dog die yesterday after giving birth. My maid came up to me when I was playing video games. In Spanish she told me that there was something happening to a dog, somewhere along the line of death. I went upstairs to my parents bedroom to see what was going on. There was the whole family gathered around the rottwieler. It was on the floor, stiff, but no curled up yet. The youngest son, about my age, got a damp clothe and wiped the blood between the legs. The maid had asked if there was anything I could do, if I knew of anyone that could save a dog. I of course couldn't understand her, but there's not much I could've done anyway. What else do I want to talk about, well there was the last time I took shrooms. That was fun. It was ugly outside, and I had nothing to do. After enjoying the fungus, I sat inside the front of Fernie's Xterra. Everyone was in the back playing Halo on the flip down screen. I however, spent what felt like an eternity staring at my house. This was the only time I've seen something illusions. It was nuts. My house was breathing. Like it was drawing in deep breaths. I looked to the parallel homes, they were calm. Saddly, like everything in my life, this moment can be related to a videogame. I relate it to finding a saving spot in a game. As I looked closer at the elastic like brick, I could see images moving. Like ameoba, the dark spots on my wall were traveling around, similiar to when you look at fresh cheek cells moving under a microscope. It was great. I'll write something more when I feel like writting uncensored. (Comment on this)
Monday, May 8th, 2006
12:10 pm	I lost my job I'd say more, but I'm tired of writing in this thing. I only use it when I want to talk to a select group of people I trust. So check my myspace instead. If you don't already know it, its www.myspace.com/thesunisyournme. (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Friday, February 24th, 2006
12:02 am	El Bastardo! So check this. I picked up a guest from the airport. Her co-workers were eating at Olive Garden or OG as I call it. So I take her there from the airport. As I'm exiting the Sunland Park mall, I have my eye on a brand new CTS. I love the Cadillac CTS, its a gorgeous car. So I'm driving, and I get up and park my big ugly ass Christian van, the CTS is right behind me. The guy gets out of the CTS. I know who he is, he's the owner of my hotel. He comes, knocks on the window, and I roll it down. He's pissed. He said he's embarassed of the way I drove. That I supposedly had cut him off, without putting on my signal, while speeding. Bullshit! I of course want to keep my job, for the time being at least, and swallowed my anger. My GM and my manger saw me talk to him. So they both know what's up. I told them both straightout, that what I though he said was crap, and that if they write me up, I'm refusing to sign it. I am one of the few people I know, that always remembers to use my signals. I get made fun of by peers for using signals in parking lots. If I didn't signal, that's his weak ass machines fault, and not my own. That van needs to be shot. For a second I felt like telling him, "I guess you must be as embarrassed by my preformance as guest are to be riding in this van." For awhile yesterday I wish I had quit right then. I was all ready to leave from work and go check out Tera Melos. 10 minutes before I get out, some lady calls from Cafe Central to be picked up. I'm not even sure how she got there, no one had driven even near there that day. So I head out, and bam, I-10 is backed up from my hotel to Executive. They're detouring everything down the Paisano. So it take me half an hour to get there, 10 minutes to get back by east. Only to have to pick up more guests from the airport, who were willing to wait more than an hour for me to pick them up. So I find my wayback, down Paisano, and I get to Piedras, only to be told the guest I'm on the way to pick up, are already at my hotel. They couldn't wait, and took a Taxi. So now I have to drive back, and go scoop up Gabe, since he was the only one I could find to goto a show with me. We hurry up, and head down to the HORR. Right as we walk up, the show is over, and people are leaving. God how the last three hours of the day suck. I need a new job. I'm really starting to dislike work again. (3 Comments |Comment on this)
Sunday, February 19th, 2006
8:33 pm	Comment to make me feel loved. So I've gone through a mixed bag of emotions recently. Most of them depressing. Let's start with yesterday. So I got to the show with Richard, his brother Victor, and Chubbs...only to realize that I didn't have my ticket. What a dumbass. So I call up Prep. I always take him stuff to work, so I figure he owes me. I get him to locate the ticket and bring it. About an hour later, I'm freezing my ass off outside the ticket box, getting rained on. I wanted to just buy another ticket, but they only accept money the day of the show. So I'm screwed. At that point I decide I have a few decisions to make. A. Wait for Prep's ass. B. Call for a ride home. C. Talk to someone in maitanance to let me in. D. See if someone from KLAQ can do the same as above. Of course you know to always go for letter "C" first. I've been seeing the maitanance dudes combing the premisses for litter. I approach the nearest one I see, and I ask him flat out, "Is there any possible way for you to let me in, I'd really appreciate it." He says, "We'll see." He could see I was freezing my ass off, and asked a little bit of how I got into the predicament. I explained, and he walked me off to the left side, and unlocked a door. He said that I might have to help him bring in something, which I had no qualms with, I just wanted to be in from out of the cold at that point. We walked in, and he said, "Have a good time." What a nice guy. It sucked, I had already missed Finish the Fight's set. But at least I was in. If you ask me, most of the concert was a disappointment. Like, I've been waiting a long time to see Thrice, and their playlist was a bit lackluster. Story of the Year played a bunch of their crappy new songs as well. But they at least tried very hard to make the whole thing entertaining. Atreyu's singer's voice was giving out. Chino from the Deftones badly needs to lay off those cheeseburgers. And a lot of those myspace bands reeked. Especially American Eyes. Got they sucked a nut. But even the crowd was a bit jaded. Like, they wouldn't clap for crap. People would clap and cheer for about 10 seconds after the song, and then you could hear the cricket off in the distance doing his thang. Worst of all though, Mario the bastard from the HORR, cancelled the FTF afterparty, and everyone had to get turned away. (2 Comments |Comment on this)
Saturday, February 11th, 2006
2:56 pm	Today I write. So I'm up already at 2:58 on a breezy Saturday afternoon. If I had my choice, I'd just barely be waking up now. I'm up slightly early, cuz I had to got return the Shuttle van keys. I accidently walked out with them the night before. Drunk ass John the night auditor called me at 7AM to tell me to bring the keys. I told him I'd take them later on in the day. So I get called again at around 1:50PM to go take again, this time the director of sales lady Laura. I don't know why they asked her to call me. That seemed odd. So I took it, practically threw the keys at them, and then made a brief visit to Tokyo before going back home. Bastards, there's a spare set of keys. I told them all about it, and they still made me drive half awake to the westside. Those bastards. In good news, they're offering my broadcast journalism class during the summer at community. So after taking that and Biology 2, then I'll be set to go back to UTEP. I didn't study for my last Bio test, and I didn't even know there was a test, and I still passed with an 81. I even got all the extra credit right. Everyone else in my group who studied sucked a nut. I found out about the broadcast class from my favorite teacher Dr. Carr. He was starting to talk to me about going to a school other than UTEP, which I know deep down I should really do. He was telling me that NMSU has everything I need, but I really want to do what Mrs. Valencia wants me to do, and goto Dallas. (Comment on this)
Thursday, January 26th, 2006
1:04 pm	I'll write about this in full here. I'll probably cut out parts on my space so I don't freak anyone out. Ok so, you all know what a difficult struggle I've made through life. But beyond those hardships are...supernatural occurences that make me really question existence. So I'm outside, and I'm high, or getting high, a bit of both, and it starts sprinkling. So I decide, what a wonderful time to take a walk. I'm in my navy peacoat and beanie, and just enjoying life as I walk. I was thinking about how rain has always held some sort of movie moment presence in my life. Seriously. Okay, when Rachel told me she never wanted to see me again, we were talking on the phone, and as my heart sank, the heaven opened up. A crazy tempest sort of rainfall on a cloudless day. I have never seen it rain so hard here in my life. And she was crying and talking to me on the phone. And I couldn't help but wonder off, telling her about how the rain reflected the moment, which I think pissed her off. It rained as well the day when I contemplated suicide and started typing up my suicide note on my blogs. And when I was walking through the sprinkles, I couldn't help but feel that this rain was like...showing me that things were easy going, and I was in the health I should be in mentally. I kept on thinking about, if there had to be one favorite moment in my life, it was when my life was saved. Everything else fails in comparison. That was the climax. I just remember crying, thinking about how there is something out there watching over me. And while life may not read like the bible, with angels and saints coming around, there things out there that are far to coincidental, to not be taken as a sign. Just like the rain, just like Lulu's journal. So I get home, and I turn on the TV. The Fifth Element is playing. And its right at the scene, where everyones life is being saved, and I thought how fitting. The credits roll, and there is this cheesy song playing over sped up credits. But what really amazed me, was there were some lyrics that said something along the lines of "...take this as a note." And I cried, and I cried. Tears of happiness. What do you think, should I put it up on my space and leave as whole? (8 Comments |Comment on this)
Monday, January 9th, 2006
12:31 am	No one is perfect. Not even God. Otherwise crap would be fine, and everything would suck...in a really great way. I think far to many people are too afraid to question what they don't understand. Duh. We all bitch about the most innane things in life, but fail to see what's important, the fact that we have a chance to change things. What we wish we could change about people. Not everything is going to fly straight, but if you have a chance to punk someone (who's mistreating you) with guile, why not try, if your good things even out, if not...hope your parachute works. Its not the end of the world to quit, as long as you do it for the right reasons. I had this conversation with a girl awhile back about at work about politics. She's an army brat and avid Bush supporter. I asked why she didn't like Kerry, she said he's a "Flip-flopper." I asked her if she knew why they said that about him. Of course she didn't know. I had to explain to her about Kerry's position regarding the war in Iraq. Which obviously was a gianormous mistake. She said that you have to follow things through, and not change. So I asked her was it okay that blacks were freed, specifically because she's white. She said that was different. Hmm...100,000 civilian Iraqis dead, slain mainly by the US. (yes that's a real #), VS. 100s of years of Slavery in America. Hmm...slavery is bad...100,000 civilians, that's pretty bad to. Its okay to change your mind if what your doing is not right. Stubborness isn't always the best quality. (Comment on this)
Monday, January 2nd, 2006
12:29 pm	I've felt like such a whore recently. Without even being that much of one. My theme music might as well be anything by Foreigner. I've dabbled into drunken My Spacing. I always ask myself if I'm going to regret it in the morning. And then I remember that I wrote something, but not until I've receieved a reply. (Comment on this)
Wednesday, December 28th, 2005
12:28 pm	I'm not sure if I slept... I've been partying a lot. Too much probably. Catharsis for all the stuff I'm repressing while going to school. Why is there a Chemical Romance cd in my cd case? Who the hell put it there? I ask for your apologies when I've been acting like an idiot. Its going to cost me like $400+ to fix my car. Hopefully I'll have it back by tomorrow. Maybe I should stay in tonight. Current Music: Minus the Bear (Comment on this)
Monday, December 19th, 2005
12:34 am	Stuff XIXVII El Ocho The story of Reverend Carlton Pearson (pictured), an evangelical pastor in Tulsa, Oklahoma. His church, Higher Dimensions, was once one of the biggest in the city, drawing crowds of 5,000 people every Sunday. But several years ago, scandal engulfed the Reverend, he was denounced by almost all his former supporters, and today his congregation is just a few hundred people. He didn't have an affair. He didn't embezzle lots of money. His sin was something that to a lot of people is far worse ... he stopped believing in hell. Broadcast the weekend of December 16-18 in most places, or here via RealAudio next week. Video of Carlton Pearson and other ministers (including Bishop Yvette Flunder, who he talks about in his story) at a Harvard Divinity School conference last spring, talking about new directions in Pentecostalism. So things have been going kind of great in life.  I already got all my shopping done...well most the shopping done.  Three out of four.  I want to get my dad that awesome soldering iron.  You know the one where it heats up all quick, and cools down immediately so you don't burn yourself.  You've seen the commericals.  I need to find that in town. So did you see the guy above.  He has the same view as me.  Hell doesn't exist.  God is Love.  He got exhiled by his peers.  He was all rockstar Pencostal bishop, but it freaked out everyone when he reread the scriptures and announced they were translated poorly.  While I personally believe not to believe most of it, or all of it, he's fine with that.  If there is a Heaven, everyone's going, even Hitler.  I believe that.  But this concept, scared the entire Televangelist community, the nutured him.  This guy was pulling it in hardcore, a million a week at points.  There was valet at his (think Castle Grey Skull from Heman) Church.  And when he changed his mind he lost it all.  They shunned him.  Oral Roberts, the O.G. Televangelist called him "his black son", prior to the whole civil rights movement.  He was high up there among them.  And they turned them all on him.  In his Tulsa, they now ask what your religion and view is when you drive into town.  They're fucked up. But I've had a fun day.  You know who I met.  Alright so I was driving around From First to Last so they could go get tanked.  They started off bright and early right as I walked in.  They went to Chili's right about two and drank a bunch Brutuses, much like how I spent my night.  They then split up and went shopping around Best Buy and going to Bob O's.  Fucking Bob's was the really tanked guys and girls riding go cart's and playing laser tag.  The guys who went to Best Buy lost out on the major fun points, but made up for it by witnessing a fight.  Right by the Payless shoe store, this Jetta almost or did clip a Saab, didn't see him hit him.  But the guys came out beefing from the Saab.  So the guy steps out of the Jetta with his girl, they're all Mexican.  The guy talks shit, the girl talks shit, they all talk shit, but I can't hear them.  In the big green Holiday Inn van, the Incredible Bulk, we are listening to this hard ass metal on Hero.  So the driver from the Jetta starts moving all crazy kind of dancing around like the Fighting Irish mascot, and he gets in close and >BAM<!!! just opens a can on that guys ass.  He takes him down to the floor, a guy comes and tries to break them up, the aggressor starts trying to fight him.  They break up, I'm wondering damn, how stupid do they feel?  Wes Borland says he just never would have put his self in the situation.  By the way, I making up the new word "his'lf."  I call patent rights.  Any way I take the that group later to P.F. Chang's, and when I brought them back, they were tanked because they had the celebrity in the van.  And I was like, who's the celebrity?  And they're like, its Wes Borland, so I turn around and then it clicks, oh yeah, he's the guitarist from Limp Bizkit.  Didn't recognize him.  Neither did anyone at my hotel.  Their tour manager that bastard owes me my tip.  They whore me out at work. In other new, Ervin crushed 15 cans on his head, there is digital images of it out there, somewhere.  In full motion video.  You have to see it, its sick.  The way his afro moves is bad ass.  Atomic wedgies, that party was funny, and there was actually far too much beer.  2 fucking kegs and a big ass purified water jug worth of jungle juice.  And nobody drank that, because everyone had cans.  Andy's party was cool. (Comment on this)
Sunday, December 11th, 2005
12:50 am	Damn it! So here I am at work, stuck till 2:00A.M. Why? Well my manager asked me if I wanted to stay this late a week back. Thinking about how boring these past few Saturdays were, I was okay with. I figured, I get a few more hours. He told me I'd get Sunday off. Yeah, right, the fucker tricked me. I'd write more, but its 12:53 right now, and someone just called to be picked up. Cross your fingers, and hope this is my last run. All last second I find out there is a billion badass things I wanted to do today. Okay, I'm here to finish this. So I picked up that group I told you about, they were all carrying bottles. So I asked them how come nobody bought me drinks at the bar. One of the guys tells me he'll hook it up with a shot of 1800. So after I drop them off, I take a double shot. Eventually I go back and pick up the last group. The Boss is there with them, his name is Philip, and he wants to buy me a drink. So I drink a Bohemia with him, and we bounce. But this guy doesn't want to stop partying, so I tell him to goto Studio 69 where I'm going. He asks if its good so I tell him to call Bird up. Bird doesn't answer so he tells me to call Bird a bitch when I see him. Crazy guy. I'm glad they gave me drinks, cuz they didn't tip for shit. So I goto 69, which is open till 4. I get into the VIP room just in time to get a drink. People pointed and whispered about a woman that used to be a man. And then we left. On the way out, I unknowningly stopped a friend from fighting. Like I saw him, and I just went over to him and told him what's up, kind of pushing in the direction away from the fight. Great timing huh. And that's pretty much the night. I think I'm getting sick. Current Music: Bjork - Post (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Wednesday, November 16th, 2005
4:48 pm	Inspiration I thought what to write about as I drove home from the recycling dump by the Police Station on Escobar. It closed early. I took the scenic route by the hood and cruised by Le Barron, kids were still getting out. Bastard sanitation guys are supposed to be open till 5. I don't knock out early on my work, they shouldn't either. We are paying for it anyway. I do jack condiments from work though. I wonder what the equivalent of that is at sanitations. Probably like used toasters or something. So there is something has been plaguing me all my life. Its the damnedest thing. So basically, at the old house on Warwick, I would hear this noise at night when I was up chillin, watching Alf reruns or something. Its this thump sound, the kind of thump you hear that sounds like a basketball being bounced on the pavement. Or at least that's where I thought the sound was coming from. I hear the same noise at my new house. I'm not sure if you guys hear it too. So I'm outside of window one day, and i hear it. But its different. Outside its higher pitched, and I swear I saw the window shake. I think its the house popping or something. Since I only hear it at night, I'm thinking that maybe when the sun goes down, the air cools around, dispersesing pressure from the house house outward. Kind of like burping tupperware. Maybe my house is burping. I think I solved that mystery. I think I had more to write about but, oh well. (4 Comments |Comment on this)
Tuesday, November 15th, 2005
12:40 pm	I'm in pain, seriously. No emotional, well, not completely. Thursday we played football. I remember receiving a hit from someone which was a shoulder to the top left portion of my rib cage. I guess the wings are what you would call it. I have no actual bruise, but the pain has been getting worse everyday. At this point its actually hurting me to breathe. The heavier I breathe, the worse it hurts. I thought when Ryan stepped on my foot and practically twisted my ankle was when I was going to be seriously hurt. This is a complete surprise. I don't think anything is broken, I'm sure then I'd have a bruise. But here it is, almost a week later and its intensifying. Getting old sucks. Current Mood: In Pain (2 Comments |Comment on this)
Sunday, November 13th, 2005
12:25 am	Tired of being bubblegum chewed up. I've been feeling so depressed recently. Missing people. The weekend was a bust, Mos Def cancelled so I'm here at home. I went out to a party Lulu invited me to. I felt so out of place. I was drinking, and I remembered that its not a good idea for me to drink while I'm depressed. Makes me feel suicidal. Stupid ideas have reentered my mind frame. Anyone want to lend me their PS2 or X-Box for Thanksgiving? Mine's busted and I'll need something to entertain me while I'm at work that day. It'll be a boring day, just me and the other unfortunate souls that have to spend a meaningless day at work. Current Mood: depressed Current Music: Sneaker Pimps - Becoming X (7 Comments |Comment on this)
Tuesday, November 8th, 2005
12:56 am	Its like I haven't had time for myself. Current mood: confused Ugh...I've been so burnt out from school. Working between 30-40 hour shifts while trying to be normal sucks. There's a lot I wish I could do that I haven't had time for. Sleep isn't as big of a priority as I wish it were. I'm stuck trying to sleep twice a day. The days I work, I get up by 7 or 8, goto class, get home, try and see if I can catch an hour of sleep, get up and put the shirt and tie on, work, come home, do homework, and then try to sleep and do the samething the next day. It sucks that the dude at work got fired, I was somewhat cool working 24 hours a week. At least I'll have some good checks again, which is cool, because Christmas is coming up, not to mention I haven't to pay for next years classes. Thank God for finding out I'll be a Junior. Being this busy makes it hard for finding a relation that'll work. Think I'll just put that all on hold until classes at least lighten up. Stupid having to do speeches and essays everyday. There's only 3 more weeks of class left. Can't wait for the break, I'll finally get to hang out with people I haven't seen in a while. Guess what? My parents are going out of town this weekend. I was thinking about throwing a party, and then I remembered I was going out of town as well. I'm going to go see Mos Def up in Alberquerque. Should be good. There's supposed to be a lot of El Paso heads up there, and maybe we can celebrate on Central and University or something along those lines. Recently what I've been doing to relax on my days off is listening to This American Life (www.thisamericanlife.org). Its the greatest program in the world. Its a show on NPR that I rarely get to hear when its playing on Sundays, so I make up for it by listening to streaming episodes. Its great. Today I heard this episode of people doing all these life changing events, which I kind of feel I'm going through myself, some cuz I want to and other stuff cuz I have no choice. So at the beginning they're talking to some girl who became lesbian for years, and then finally realized she wasn't. Some Hascidic Jew in New York, who had never seen TV, much less movies, radio, or any other medium suddenly opened in his eyes and joined a rock band. At his gigs he was all studded out in his typical dress, you know all black, hat, and the curly things coming down his sideburns. And finally a girl reading out loud her diary from when she was 13, who ended up having a pretty crazy life at that age. Its great shit to listen to, should you have the time to dedicate yourself to the full hour episode. Damn, I haven't written so much in a long time. I really need to find more time to do this stuff. I miss it. I also need to start walking again in the middle of the night, though its a bit cold now. I miss my Miata, I'm getting it back for Christmas. I'm considering changing her name to Motoko Kusunagi. (2 Comments |Comment on this)
Wednesday, November 2nd, 2005
12:58 am	Greatest song ever DEATH CAB FOR CUTIE LYRICS I Will Follow You Into The Dark Love of mine some day you will die But I'll be close behind I'll follow you into the dark No blinding light or tunnels to gates of white Just our hands clasped so tight Waiting for the hint of a spark If heaven and hell decide That they both are satisfied Illuminate the no's on their vacancy signs If there's no one beside you When your soul embarks Then I'll follow you into the dark In Catholic school as vicious as Roman rule I got my knuckles brusied by a lady in black And I held my toungue as she told me "Son fear is the heart of love" So I never went back If heaven and hell decide That they both are satisfied Illuminate the no's on their vacancy signs If there's no one beside you When your soul embarks Then I'll follow you into the dark You and me have seen everything to see From Bangkok to Calgary And the soles of your shoes are all worn down The time for sleep is now It's nothing to cry about Cause we'll hold each other soon The blackest of rooms If heaven and hell decide That they both are satisfied Illuminate the no's on their vacancy signs If there's no one beside you When your soul embarks Then I'll follow you into the dark Then I'll follow you into the dark (Comment on this)
Monday, October 17th, 2005
8:04 pm	Finally. Ok. So there is this girl Natalie that flirts with all the time over the phone. She works at the Red Roof Inn. So I know she's a couple years older, and likes crappy music (Staind's new album). But she's funny to talk to and I've been wanting to go see what she looks like for the longest time. I've been telling her I'm going to go visit her too. So I finally go meet her Saturday. I don't tell her I'm going, I just go. I'm at work, and my stupid manager is there too, so I make an excuse to goto Wal-Mart, which is right next to the Inn. So I go, in the big green shuttle, and go check this girl out. I can see her through this one window and I'm disappointed. I head back to the van. But in the van, I was like hmmm...so what, your going to come all the way out here just to do nothing. At least go talk to the girl, so I step out once again, and remove my name tag before I get to the door. She sees me come in and says, "Julio?" before I can even utter a word. I was like, how did you know? She told me that no one my age would be wearing black pants, white shirt, and a tie on a Saturday night. We talked a bit she's cool, I was about to drive back, but she wanted me to stay, so we talked more. Weird, I think I'm just going to start visiting everyone I talk to on the phone. But then they called me on the cell and told me there was people to drive so I went back. Friday night I went to a party with April, Alma, and Hex. Nice house, no music playing, and scattered people. So apparently a lot of people were invited, but the vast majority of them, like Lulu and Sarah, were given bad directions by Gabe. So from there we decide to goto J-town, but right before we're about to exit, the girls decided to goto 3 Legged Monkey. So we drank there instead. Prep showed up, so we bought each other shots. I ran into Christy Leiman, and she's looking hot, considering she had the child and all. She introduces us to her Cousin Marco, who's kissing her on the cheek and looks like he's aiming for the neck. Drunk ass. She says bye, exits from the inside, and walks out the front door with some other dude. Damn. After that we went to Ben's sister's house. Drink more, play Xbox, and get high. Me another huge slut who admits to a body count of 47. And then talks about never cheating on her new man, who treats her well, after macking Ben Diesiel. Saturday night, we goto $2 Joe's apartment. That apartment gets fucking packed. I watch drunk ass Hex, drive a drunk ass girl home, in the middle of the street. I kept flashing my brights and honking my horn, but he was too twisted to notice. Luckliy nothing happend. I read in the newspaper the next day cops were all in central doing DWI busts. I stayed till the end of the party, the cops showed up at 3AM or so. I drink a beer right in front of them cause I know they cannot do a damn thing anymore. (Comment on this)
Monday, October 10th, 2005
11:56 pm	So I especially wanted to thank someone. Thank you Michelle, I love you. (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Sunday, October 9th, 2005
11:24 pm	And so once again... I'm not seeing anyone. Current Mood: disappointed (9 Comments |Comment on this)
12:37 am	A conspiracy? I think so. So last night we did some pregame smoking at Chubb's house, then some pregame drinkin' at Sarawalk. I drive us down to the Natti, met up with everyone, and then tried getting into O2 because Richard & Roman know people. They tripped on my shoes, which they never did when I used to go with Lulu. Roman is cousin's with the bouncer, and he let me in through the side gate. So I get a round for me, Ervin, Hex, and Fernando. As I'm getting these drinks, Richard comes up to me, and asks me to get him a round. I already ordered, didn't want to wait, Richard is rich, and has a bad tendency to pay others back, so I told him to get his own. So I'm chilling there, making conversation, and then I see two bouncers going through the crowd pointing in my direction. I'm like, "Fuck." So sure enough, they don't let me finish my beer, and they kick me out. So I await for a little bit to see if Ervin might have followed me, but he hadn't. So I go around to the side where I got in to see if I can find Roman to let me back in. I can't. Then I run into my friend, borrow his phone to call Hex, but he doesn't answer. I go into the Natti Bar to see if anyone I know is there, but nah. So at this point I'm like fuck it, and go home, though I'm the one that drove everybody. I call Ervin when I get home and tell him to get a ride from Fernando. This whole time however, I was thinking, how did they know to kick me out. These weren't the same bouncers at the door. I had never run into them, and they were on the otherside of O2. They couldn't have seen my shoes from that far away, or even up close with all the people surrounding me, so why did they pick me. I came to the conclusion that Richard was being dick to me. That's fucked up. So my party was a success. But Alma came up to me while I was smoking outside, and told me that she saw my neighbor get body slammed by her husband. I told her she was just drunk and high, and dismissed it. I told my dad what she saw, and he told me that he had been hearing a lot of fighting and screaming coming from their house. How can anyone put up with that, no one deserves to be abused like that. That's why they call it abuse. Hasn't anyone one seen the movie based on Tina Turner's life, What's Love Got to do with it? I was waiting for Liz to call me at work, but she never did. I called her house, but she wasn't there. So I'm just not going to go out. The Beej. theDemonaze: yo Ih8freakinnames: dude Ih8freakinnames: long time no see Ih8freakinnames: when are you coming down theDemonaze: lol yeah.....christmas theDemonaze: i graduate in 3 months....my last 3 of school theDemonaze: so im busy I'm waiting for Christmas. (7 Comments |Comment on this)