Thursday, April 24, 2008
Wednesday, April 16, 2008
Paper Planes
For 5 weeks I've been shooting from my left leg. Today's the last day day I need to do that. I shot 60% from the free throw and 85% from the 3 point line today at the Kids Club Homecourt.
They're gonna drill 2 holes on either side of my knee and slice a cut across it. From the drill holes they're gonna pull out the frayed ACL and string through the tibialis tendon from what I hope to be a dead super hero.
After that it's a full 12 months of me training my knee, just 9 till' I'm back to playing sports though. 9 months? I'm gonna dunk on Nonnie when I get back. Mark my text.
They're gonna drill 2 holes on either side of my knee and slice a cut across it. From the drill holes they're gonna pull out the frayed ACL and string through the tibialis tendon from what I hope to be a dead super hero.
After that it's a full 12 months of me training my knee, just 9 till' I'm back to playing sports though. 9 months? I'm gonna dunk on Nonnie when I get back. Mark my text.
Wednesday, April 9, 2008
"Them 20's keep blank nigga!"
There's exactly 15 minutes left on my laptop battery, so I'm feelin' another few random lines.
Today, T-bone and I bought overalls and stunna shades. When that shit hits the streets come summer of next year, you're gonna know where it started.
Rachel Valler and Maddie Kuttie are going down come thursday.
"Every time I start trippin' about girls, I just masturbate. After that, I usually don't give a fuck about em." - Connor Murphy
I have no definite idea of what's going on in my life. Yesterday was the first day since the beginning of spring break that I didn't talk to Stacy at some point. I'm not sure how I feel about that. I'm not sure how I feel about realizing that. My mind spends 24 hours a day (yes in my dreams too) just spinning and free flowing through a bunch of shit that I want to do, have to do, and wish I could do but never focusing on any single one. I've gotta finish out these classes. I want to have surgery. I need to get this dream house. I want to be able to teach pre-school next year. I have a bunch of office work to do for summer camp. I want to quit school and live in Europe for a year, just skating. I need to finish school so I can get a job to pay off the money I owe the dirty ass bank. I want to learn Beautiful by Christina Aguillera on the piano. I need to get out of this house.
I wonder if anyone reads this shit.
Half the time I'm not sure if I'm really writing what I feel, or if I'm writing what I want to feel.
The blankets were too hot. My contacts hurt cause' I slept in them. The clothes I was wearing weren't meant to be slept in. My mouth was dried out, and in desperate need of water. My allergies weren't letting me breathe through my nose. My alarm had gone off almost 3 hours ago. Sun was coming through the blinds right into my eyes. And there was a cat, apparently there will always be a cat. But I could have been there the whole day.
Friends first, and I like that idea.
Earl J can sing like a beast.
"Every man, in one way or another, pays 10 times what the pussy is worth." - Charles Bukowski
But like I'm sure Tommy and I both want to know, what happens if it's not sex you're after? What then of the work that gets put in? What's the measure then of payment? And even further, what's the measure of sacrifice when it doesn't feel like sacrifice? How do you label it payment if all the work just comes naturally?
E-40 wears his stunna glasses at night when he's thizzin'.
Shane wears his stunna glasses at night when he's bloggin'.
Life would be so sick if your only obligation was to spend time with people. I feel like every person you meet makes you realize something different about yourself. And it might be that you hang out with some people just simply as a reminder to yourself about that certain aspect of your life.
I want my funeral to turn out like the one from Big Fish. I told someone a few years back that that was my goal in life. I want to have a large enough effect on the people that I encounter for 2 reasons. the 1st is because one of my beliefs about life is that yours is there to benefit the people around you (it's a crazy idea but it makes sense). The 2nd is so that at my funeral there are so many people, from so many different walks of life that someone finally realizes that everyone has something in common, even if it's just me.
I wonder if Chappy reads my blogs too.
"We can stay proper, keep the clothes on, no pressure. Just hold me and pretend like you've known me forever." - Slug
Down to a minute left, that's a pretty good representation of where my mind is at in any given 14 minutes.
Is it really her? Or is it what she represents?
Today, T-bone and I bought overalls and stunna shades. When that shit hits the streets come summer of next year, you're gonna know where it started.
Rachel Valler and Maddie Kuttie are going down come thursday.
"Every time I start trippin' about girls, I just masturbate. After that, I usually don't give a fuck about em." - Connor Murphy
I have no definite idea of what's going on in my life. Yesterday was the first day since the beginning of spring break that I didn't talk to Stacy at some point. I'm not sure how I feel about that. I'm not sure how I feel about realizing that. My mind spends 24 hours a day (yes in my dreams too) just spinning and free flowing through a bunch of shit that I want to do, have to do, and wish I could do but never focusing on any single one. I've gotta finish out these classes. I want to have surgery. I need to get this dream house. I want to be able to teach pre-school next year. I have a bunch of office work to do for summer camp. I want to quit school and live in Europe for a year, just skating. I need to finish school so I can get a job to pay off the money I owe the dirty ass bank. I want to learn Beautiful by Christina Aguillera on the piano. I need to get out of this house.
I wonder if anyone reads this shit.
Half the time I'm not sure if I'm really writing what I feel, or if I'm writing what I want to feel.
The blankets were too hot. My contacts hurt cause' I slept in them. The clothes I was wearing weren't meant to be slept in. My mouth was dried out, and in desperate need of water. My allergies weren't letting me breathe through my nose. My alarm had gone off almost 3 hours ago. Sun was coming through the blinds right into my eyes. And there was a cat, apparently there will always be a cat. But I could have been there the whole day.
Friends first, and I like that idea.
Earl J can sing like a beast.
"Every man, in one way or another, pays 10 times what the pussy is worth." - Charles Bukowski
But like I'm sure Tommy and I both want to know, what happens if it's not sex you're after? What then of the work that gets put in? What's the measure then of payment? And even further, what's the measure of sacrifice when it doesn't feel like sacrifice? How do you label it payment if all the work just comes naturally?
E-40 wears his stunna glasses at night when he's thizzin'.
Shane wears his stunna glasses at night when he's bloggin'.
Life would be so sick if your only obligation was to spend time with people. I feel like every person you meet makes you realize something different about yourself. And it might be that you hang out with some people just simply as a reminder to yourself about that certain aspect of your life.
I want my funeral to turn out like the one from Big Fish. I told someone a few years back that that was my goal in life. I want to have a large enough effect on the people that I encounter for 2 reasons. the 1st is because one of my beliefs about life is that yours is there to benefit the people around you (it's a crazy idea but it makes sense). The 2nd is so that at my funeral there are so many people, from so many different walks of life that someone finally realizes that everyone has something in common, even if it's just me.
I wonder if Chappy reads my blogs too.
"We can stay proper, keep the clothes on, no pressure. Just hold me and pretend like you've known me forever." - Slug
Down to a minute left, that's a pretty good representation of where my mind is at in any given 14 minutes.
Is it really her? Or is it what she represents?
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