I'm way too tired of not being able to type in my sidekick notes, or even send an email that consists of more than one word. its just me and my text messages these days. yea. whatever t-mobile. fuck you. anyway .. I've basically been sitting inside the house on this gloomy afternoon (oh, happy birthday daddy) and scheming with my brother. the usual. I'm so mad he didn't get GTA from that whore dayana or whoever. fuck them though. I'm thinking about coloring my hair some type of dark brown / red. this sunkissed honey shit is for the birds. decisions, decisions. I'm uh .. typing my little fingers away. my hands hurt. and niggas are seemingly too busy to hold a real conversation with me tonight. you know .. without the thirty minute intervals between each reply? I see it. I may be slightly hormonal though. damn, LOL.
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I'm not tired but I want to sleep. there's absolutely nothing to do. I'm sitting on the floor of my living room with a jar of pickles between my legs, watching apocolypto. I think. these native mexican guys (or whatever they are) are thee business. with their spears and wierd body art and all. damn nigga. and they got clear ass skin. jazzy ass names like turtle run. I'm hella jealous man. :( .. I'll holla.
its three in the morning and I'm currently sitting on the couch in this cold ass basement. the old whore I call grandmother wants to come home at somebodies two am bent as all hell and kick me out the bed. what? super fucked up. that's her though. my moms hella hype, hyphy (lmaooo), getting ready to head out to best buy for the thanksgiving sales. shes got her eye on some special magic laptop or some next shit. I don't know man. I don't even condone her being up this early. she gets cranky and shit. and then, you know .. she sleeps til three pm and I don't have coffee waiting for me when I get up. on the other hand, I DO want a new ipod. caught in the middle. goddamn.

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for y'all. since you liked my little man so much. we had a heart to heart tonight while he was on the potty. about shit that goes through the average soon to be three year olds head. spongebob and his new underwear. what else, though? thats my boo.
I'm not used to being lonely. I don't like the way it sounds. you're the only one I know who don't turn my upside down .. should've took the time and told you, you keep my feet on the ground. I just want you around. I just need you around. <3333

I'm currently sitting indian style on the floor of my grandmas bedroom bumpin my neo soul playlist. my hair is in a ponytail and I'm wearing red shorts, a wifebeater and my red / black / white slippers. its warm in here. I've turned the heat up to seventy five degrees. I look a mess, but I'm feeling good. my best friend is supposed to come over tomorrow to eat with us. she's leaving tomorrow night. my grandma has decided to spend her thanksgiving with some "friends" up in virginia somewhere. out there .. you know. in the cuts and all. I'm not trippin though. I got dibs on her bed so its all good. talk about bittersweet feelings. hm. its kind've creepily quiet here. the whole crib is dark except for this room. I'm waiting for my moms to get off work. she left her charger there so she had to head back. I guess I can spend some quality time with myself since everyone went out. I'll holla.

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you the love of my life, boy.
nigga I get nasty with the words like cyber sex.

dude. I've been attempting to blog for the past day or two. it hasn't been working. I had a huge brain fart but I'm back at it. I'm currently watching this Paris Hilton show (I'm addicted LOL) and I'm in love with shelly<33333. I want me a little catholic virgin girl. shit man. welp .. my dinner with the terrorist was interesting. jarell will stop trying to bag my goddamn friends. foreal. my brother applied for a job at a&f. they told him he had to wear flip flips or chucks (I about died), and shave off his facial hair. too fucking hilarious. anddd my mom picked me up some peacoat that I'll see either tomorrow or thursday. and I'm super flippin excited for more macaroni & cheese. oh, and I hate people. seriously.

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two days til thanksgiving!
hrm. my brother has been completely m.i.a. since friday night and nobody on this earth knows where he is. "girl, I'm YO big brother. don't ask me where I am." oooh. alright then. welp. my mom was being super bitchy today and did not wanna finish waxing my eyebrows because she wanted to watch desperate housewives or whatever the fuck. you know what .. fuck you ma. I'm way too sick of the bullshit. smh. so I didn't get my coat this weekend. BUT I'm planning on getting it before the week is over. I want one so so bad but I'm kinda stuck between a few (example one two three). I'll figure something out. eh. alexis bka jeanri jr. is in her room singing up a storm. some hannah montana. thing is I wanna join her. she called me downstairs to do the cha-cha slide with her earlier so shes on my good side. foreal. and I saw lani's baby today. little "jahnier." sigh. poor boy. I'll holla.

eric: im sooooooooo zim-zimma'd.
eric: and ion even know what the hell that means.
eric: i just made it up.
HOLEY SMOKES.
smh. I haven't got shit to say. I bought a new hoodie from forever21. its hella warm. I'm getting a new peacoat tomorrow. this goddamn bus got me hella fuckin' mad. I better not be fucking sick next week. my moms playing beyonces cd and I wanna strangle her. goddamn. I'm going to color my moms hair and all that great shit. I'll holla.

-------------------------------- 6:07 pm --------------------------------
jeanri : ashley said u ain't tlk to her much
che: [AWAY] maddennn
-------------------------------- 6:14 pm --------------------------------
che: lol i know
che: i started playin madden
jeanri : u wack
che: fuck you
che: im not wack
jeanri : she said it
jeanri : doris broke ass smh
che: lmaoo
che: she said im wackkk
jeanri : she want me to buy her somethin to drink
che: oh naaaah i cant let that rock
che: lmaoo
jeanri : yea cuz u ain't talkin to her
jeanri : I ain't buyin her shit
jeanri : she keep sayin she thirsty
che: tell her there a fountain by the bathroom
jeanri : lmaooooooooooooooooooo
jeanri : she keep walkin mad close to me
jeanri : bumpin into me
jeanri : I wanna punch her
-------------------------------- 6:26 pm --------------------------------
che: lolll
che: LMFAOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
che: ALEXIS JUST SAID SHE PRETENDS TO BE YOU SOMETIMES
jeanri : WTF
jeanri : WHY
che: SHE SAID SHE LIKES WHEN YOU LEAVE YOUR HAIR WRAP THING HOME BECAUSE THATS WHEN SHE GETS TO WEAR IT
che: LMFAOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
che: IM CRYYYYYYYYYYINNNNNGG
jeanri : LMAOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
jeanri : LFDNMJWESHKIRFJMREIDOSK0WDL
jeanri : WTF
jeanri : LMAOOOOOOOO
GIRLS ARE WHORES.
ain't nobody gonna fuck you like me!

eh. I'm currently sitting at my dining room table with my iced latte (I know). I'm wearing black sweats and a black hoodie. with my bright yellow spongebob socks. and yes, this was my attire for the day. mmm. I want a new pair of uggs. those are the only things ever that keep my feet warm. I'm waiting for my cash monayyy which I will receive friday. its not a lot, but then again it is considering I didn't earn it at all. LOL. times are hard though, I'm trying.

my biology teacher made a deal with the class. if we all ace the next test, he'll dye his hair blonde (he's black. darkskinned at that). and for once in my life I was completely stuck while writing my english essay. I've realized that essays have become my thing. dude, I enjoy them. check me out.

I'm mad that I have to stand on a bench to grab my friends attention :/. doris has bamboozled me into agreeing to go to the mall with her tomorrow. I can't "stunt" on her either. she made that clear. I've tried. also .. my "twin" tanika has fallen completely head over heels for me. I quote twin because I don't see the resemblance at all but eyshawn and mike think its amazing how much we look alike (we're both brown. that's it). anywho .. everytime the bitch sees me she pokes my neck, rubs my hair .. fucking puts me in a headlock. apparently this is normal? I'm super confused. I don't know how to handle the situation. smh.

my lip looks hella sexy when I smile now. just thought I'd sprinkle that in there for yo asses.

If rap was head, she could be twista.

DICK ON HER NOSE NOW SHE COCKEYED.

bodyguard for what, dawg I rather shoot. eh as you can probably see, I took everything off my blog. shit was becoming way overwhelming and complicated. lets keep it simple. for now. I'm running on about four hours of sleep, and a red bull but I still feel pretty swell. my life is hectic and I'm dealing with it. natasha* has become something that I'm not sure I'm up for. I think I may request a divorce. I'm not quite sure yet but I'm this (holds up a pinch with my fingers) close. dead ass. let this be the reason though. I blistexed my lips dahn and I feel a cold/warm tingly sensation in that area. I live for this shit man. moments like thissss. goddamn. my baby boo ladonna is leaving me tomorrow and I don't know what I'm gonna do with myself. sniffle. why you had to go and do that love, huh? :/

erm.

oooh. while walking through the mall on my lunch break, I happened to spot the most lovely betsey johnson bag. I must have it. I'm saving my money up too, y'all. just one hunnit twenty to go. womp.

Seven weeks.

an arrogant fuck that never shared with her lunch, but bold enough to hit anyone you dared me to punch.

first and foremost, fuck twitter for refusing to work on my page. defective ass bitch. secondly... my goddamn song is on the radio and I feel great laying my ass in bed all day. no remorse at all. "you not like the rest." ya goddamn right I'm not. the fuck. and some of you bitches are disgusting. I hella wanna throw up on you / in your general direction. womp.

anyway, its five in the pm and I haven't done shit with my life today. nah, I'm lying. I did make some bomb ass grits (with cheese), but now I'm stahvin like mahvin. my mom is downstairs making baked macaroni and cheese so its all good. I was planning on heading out to the circle to hear some poetry today, but I'm completely pooped for one reason or the next. I switched my ring yesterday and now I'm super happy! :D I looked about getting my belly button re-done (once I drop this gut) and its twenty five but I negotiated my way down to fifteen LOL. great. I'm in there. I'll holla.

Corny love jingles.

now here you go again, listening to your friends. they losing so much they don't wanna see you win.

check me the fuck out. its seven am and I'm still laying my little ass in bed. I kept pressing snooze on my alarm til I decided "fuck it", and turned that shit off completely. I'm taking a personal day. fuck you niggas. my nana took up most of my night again and she is a goddamn character, I tell you. she likes my lip ring. she says it makes me look more "puerto rican". spicy. zesty. I felt like a piece of chicken. smh. oooh goddamn grandma, thanks. I spent the evening at my stepmoms house not doing shit. I read a bit and played with her rottie. I have dog hair all over my favorite hoodie. shit. and my lip is bruised on the inside. I've consistently been chewing on ice so I can switch to my goddamn diamond. I want this huge ass ball off my face. hoolays is wondering if I'll be "decked out" in body art by this time next year (dead ass). he doesn't think I have the face for it. he says I'm way too "pretty". nigga what? I was looking through some grafitti book in the library though and I saw what could quite possibly be the illest tattoo ever. but since you know who and you may know what, we'll never be. :[. I'm rambling and I haven't got shit to say. fuck you bitch... my shirt brand new. [/drey] :D

Blinded by the sun.

I tried to read the book of love but sadly the introduction didn't grab me.

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basically today has been nothing but me up and around since nine am. I woke up super early, went to natashas and fell asleep on her bed with her (no homo). went around two to get my lip pierced. I was shittin' my pants but it ain't hurt as bad as my cousin said it would ( but of couse I'm about a million times more G than her ). fuck ever. I swear I have the worst cramps in the world. I think they're gonna be the death of me. foreal. I'm currently sitting on the floor of my living room watching my dad play madden. he thinks hes a problem. goddamn. my homie is attempting to talk me into writing something for me to perform this weekend but I have serious writers block so I don't think that's gonna happen. my lip hurts a little :/. I hope I don't make a habit out of playing with the ring. my mother is going to have a cow when she sees me. LOL. you already know. eh. I'm in a bad mood and I feel like shit and I'm just generally fucked up. my sidekick is acting a fool. and natasha is in my text inbox acting like all types of happiness. I cannot deal. smh. oh, and I make the bombest fucking cheese sandwiches. fuck you niggas though. I'll holla.

Happy little trees.

now whats the definition of a rider? through it all she gone stand right beside ya...

I've spent my day doing practically nothing. rainy fucking days. it was way too gloomy outside for my ass. I'm currently sitting on the floor of my living room in front of the television watching my brother play video games. my niece is painting my toenails pink and shit. the birthday boy is having a fiesta with la amigos or whatever the fuck. I was feeling it for devon... who natasha* treated like shit all day. LOL. we took him and dante to friendlys though. "happy bithday toots." besides that, my nigga ain't get nathannn. I'd hate to be natashas boyfriend. I fucks with donna. we was beatin' niggas asses in madden too. all up and down that fucking football field. how YOU doin? tahaaa. I'm attempting to ignore some of these feelings that are building up inside of me but maybe I won't be able to. probably. fuck it though. I swear before the month is over the elevens will be MINE. I'm determined. I feel like a million goddamn bucks and this pudding is thee fucking business. dead buttcheeks. I'll holla.

What we do behind closed doors is for me to know.

text message received:
Lmao I can't find thaa book :c !

bitches are hella trifflin and I shall use natasha* as example a. the bitch lost my library book that I didn't even get to start reading and she can't remember putting it down in the gym OR carrying it out. right.

I haven't had anything to say / blog for the past seventy two hours ( three days ). nothing interesting enough has happened. I've been in and out of the hospital with my grandma and my lack of sleep hasn't yet caught up with me. I've been stopping by the gym every few days and playing volleyball or running the track. I'm going to have thighs of iron before christmas. I can almost swear to god. I've also came to realize how delicious vanilla pudding is ( don't hate ). a bitch be huuuungry when she get home. tough cookies. I've been feeling some type of way though. I won't go into detail just yet.

I'm currently laying in bed in my pajamas alternating between staring into space and typing this blog. I think I have vomit of the mouth. or fingers in this case. ha. all week I've been typing my little thumbs away on this goddamn sidekick and I haven't considered touching the laptop. no bueno. I can feel the arthritis coming after my ass. I had a tough ass english exam earlier today and I was completely caught off guard. I feel like I aced it though. possibly. english is my thing. my professor was going in on obama though. seriously. "why should I have to give my money to poor people? the people who voted for obama obviously don't know what he stands for. he received money from iran for christs sake!" I was amazed. her face was turning red and the smoke was coming from her ears and the entire nine. big ass SMH. saturday is devons birthday so me and tash plan on hanging out with him and a few others. they'll be cuffin while I sit in the corner watching enviously. LOL. lets be serious. sunday I'm planning on going to another spoken word joint. I'm excited. I think its called adrenaline. whatever. I'll holla.

Cry me a river that leads to your ocean...

being pursued by a monster: your sorrow and pessimism overwhelm those you meet.
mother in danger: your careless words are regretful; do better with your actions.
falling off a roof: your mental equilibrium is going, going, gone!

what the flip. this is directly from goddamn zolars encyclopedia and dictionary of dreams. I'm seriously convinced that this shit is completely one hunnit percent on point. I'm still attempting to mentally digest the one about my "mental equilibrium". I don't know what that bullshit means but I'm sure its nothing good. today wasn't nearly as cold as I expected so when I got outside bundled up in my northface / sweats / uggs / hoodie mother nature ( whom I'm still beefin with ) had a suprise for my ass. better safe than sorry I always say.

I was told I sound like a skrate up thug last night. oooooh booyyyeeee.

I've been suffering from a bad case of procrastination. I have a lot of work due and I haven't started it at all. most of it is due friday so I have time but I have a feeling I'll be rushing at the last possible minute. B is upset at me because I completely deaded him in english ( in response to the bullshit he was on last night ) and I'm still refusing to talk to him. JARELL DOESN'T WANT TO LIVE ANYMORE. my sidekick gave me another scare today. my screen went completely clear and wouldn't show shit. I wasn't having that though. t-mobile and their goddamn asses. I was super pissed. I was breaking out in sweats and all that great shit. I was determined though and I finally fixed that shit. my left eyeball is becoming weaker and weaker as the days go by. I'm not lying though. I'm scared that I'll be legally blind out of that eye before I'm thirty. smh. fuck my eye doctor too, him and his goddamn toys. I refuse to undergo surgery again :[.

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tomorrow barack obama will officially become president and if not I'm prepared to lift my face off the ground. I'll holla.

I just walked out the door & he already miss me...

text message received:
I fell asleep in my car yo lmaoooo

My mother seriously believes she can coax me over to her house with some goddamn food. "Um... there's bacon..." And this is how she really feels. I'm offended as shit. Whatever though. I kinda do want some bacon too. LOL. Right. I'm currently in mi clase de espanol blogging. I've completely given up hope with a second language. I just cannot get this shit. Pero yo llevo una vida agitada! Si.

My mom bought me a dream book called Zolars encyclopedia and dictionary of dreams. Its thick and intimidating ( uh, yeah )... but I promise I'm gonna open it before the days over. Today I found a ladybug in my car. I think that means good luck. Or something of that nature. :/ Blah. Tomorrows the big day. I'm hella excited to hear who's won. Super freaking excited man. I'm voting Obama. He's for the po' folks which means he's for my ass! I'm in a goddamn recession and its a million times harder than it would normally be for me to get a job. Boo to the economy. I'm planning on seeing saw 5 this weekend if I can find anyone G enough to come through. Goddamnit. I'll holla.

Hate it when she's mad but, more when she's passive...

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Don't go
To sleep.

Its ten am. Its really supposed to be eleven but ... yall know. I still felt like I got no sleep between situation A and problem B. I won't get into it. My life has been hectic. And my dreams? Yo I don't know what I gotta be thinking to have some overly crazy shit in my head while I sleep. Its something. Right after this blog I will get up and tell my mommy about it. And tonight finally... I'm going to a "poetry slam" and reading my shit. Foreal this time ( and I shall overcome my fears! ).

Besides that... I've been chillin. My grandma is very sick and I'm hoping she'll be okay. I spent most of Friday in the emergency room with her but its worth it. Halloween was okay. I was Pebbles ( from the flintstones! lmao :/ ) and the old white folks loved me. I had pink hair and pink stockings and ... the whole nine.

I'm currently laying in bed with my pretzels and my book. I'm gonna go wash my hair and probably leave it curly since that's what everyone likes. Eh, I'm okay. I'm trying. I'm trying hard. I've been keeping myself busy which is good. I'm waiting for my epiphany to smack me in the face. Y'all know how that goes. I'll holla.