Tuesday, April 27, 2004

Winslow or Taylor?

A lot of talk came down till 7 minutes left of the 15 minutes the redskins had with the 5th pick. Would they trade down for 2 picks, picking up a WR and DE. Would they pull a redskin, and take another brick hand, or maybe not even have a first round pick by the time it was over. They ended up going with Sean Taylor, who is the man I wanted. Now, dumb friends, or FRIEND, argue with me that Winslow is going to be a top3 TE in the league. Lets think about this, I bet you can name more top saftys in the league then TEs, maybe cause a TE can be a 6th round star, or an undrafted free agent, top saftys, are High picks, or wondermen. Winslow had 1 TD last year with a team that has lost 3 games in 3 years. 1 TD is not 6th pick caliber. Now 10 interceptions is. I have seen how Roy Williams, single handedly beat the skins. I WANT ONE OF THOSE PLAYERS GOD DAMNIT.

Everyone Redskin fan is the same, besides a selected few from god. The Lawrences are some true fans let me tell you. Other season ticket holders, aka bullshit fans, get ALL excited about the season, run there mouths about superbowls, play offs, probowlers. I was like 10 the last time the Redskins made the playoffs. SHUT THE FUCK UP. We would win the superbowl every year if it came down to who has switched there head coach the most, or who has had the most defensive systems in 6 years, or even the best team during the free agent market. GUESS WHAT, we suck every year. The fun and gun blew bigger balls then Shaqs. Trotter was a bust, and if you wanna go way back, STUBBLEFIELD or whatever that bastards name was. CALM DOWN REDSKINS FANS. Don't pencil us in as winning yet PLEASE, for the first time in 10 years. Yes Gibbs is back, yes we got Portis and brunell, we pick up key guys. It all matters come September. Stop giving us amazing Skin fans a bad name. And if you are a season ticket holder, don't leave at the end of a a game cause we are losing, you fucking fair weather fans. Go to the games just cause you can, could you imagine what my family would do to have season tickets...........

Enough about football, LETS GO NUGGETS. Life revolves around sports,it's like the gas in my tank. A religion, belief, inspiration. Whatever you want to consider it. I LOVE SPORTS.

Im sorry for all you known sports fans, who probably just sat through the most boring B log ever, if you even finished it.

Song of the night is Sorry Ms Jackson...... Old Outkast.

Speaking of Outkast. Out Cast was good when they were outcasts. When they wrote songs to write songs, performed for the love of rap. But then all of a sudden, they changed, flashed, like the speed of light. All of a sudden Andre 30948309485034 (whatever the fuck his homo name is) is all pop and fake me out funk. Sure its catchy, but that's not out cast. Big boy, is singing with this d bag that has no talent, that basically took Andre's part in all of the songs. Oh lets make a solo album so we can sell some records. WHERE'S BOMBS OVER BAGDAD, OR ROSA PARKS. Quite the bull shit, how rappers just sell out to rap, jay z nelly, and now outkast. I used top be a fan, and now all I want to do is write you hate mail!




Monday, April 26, 2004

It has been brought to my attention, that I need to step these B logs up.

First I would like to give a shout out to the family of Pat Tillman. I would also like to add, that people are dyeing everyday, and a lot of other men joined the army to serve for this country. Im not saying that the death of Tillman is not sad, or is not tragic. I just feel that every name, every family, should get this much press. Tillman was a great man, and few men would trade in millions of dollars to risk there life for this country. But a life is a life, a death is a death. Although he was special, so was the kid who joined the army cause he dropped out of high school.

The draft is a scary, very intimidating process. I know as a 17 year old, im definitely not ready to be shipped to basic training, and given a gun, and told to go fight. Its pretty frightening, I don't really have much to say on it, cause I don't know much about it. Just want to throw it out there for discussion.

Chris and I had a talk, about how my last B log made it seem like I didn't do much with life. I do not want everyone to think that. I don't just go to school work, and rub katies feet. It was catchy title, and fun think to write about, I've come to realize it was a failure to all public. I do read, I read a lot actually. It might have taken Chris a lot of ass whippings, but I love to read now. In the morning, I only read about the Redskins cause that's what I have time for. I read all sorts of books, and articles, shit on line, blogs. I don't just sit at katies and do nothing, I don't just sit at home and do nothing. So I just wanted to let everyone know, that im not some bum who does nothing with my days. Its just that recently, my days have been pretty predictable, its time to spice up life, maybe open some books according to Chris.

Keep in touch, thanks Dan for responding, by the way, orioles are kicking ass, but I told you in the summer I would not be a fan, so I can;t talk shit for them now.

And suck a dick, the first nelly CD was amazing, and I there's a sentiment's side to me, Elton John is a pimp.

Song of the night. Girls by D-12



Sunday, April 25, 2004

School, Working, Rubbing Katies feet is pretty much the make up of my life recently........

I wake up every morning, battle my mom for that extra minute of sleep that can change a day. I get up
wobble around my room, debating on what to wear and how to match for the day. I walk into the bathroom, brush my teeth, make sure I have all the books for school that I will probably not use. Speaking of which, I haven't seen my chem book since September 5th. Thank god I have had 4 teachers, and my new teacher doesn't even think we have books. Last class he compared something in chemistry to a man in jail being allowed to have sex with his wife 3 times a year. ???????? Don't ask me what he was comparing it to, cause I was not paying attention till I heard, Man in jail, sex with wife, and I spoke out, WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT MR DEAN? I told him he was the hornyest teacher I have ever met. All he did was laugh, but I wasn't joking. I then left class to get a breather.. HAHA aka roam the halls. So anyways, I go downstairs for the priceless 10 minutes I spend with my family. My dad reading the paper, my mom talking to him, I don't really know if he is listening or to intent in only reading headlines to articles in the paper, and me reading ONLY redskin news or seeing how many points Carmelo had, getting candy for school saying bye to my loving parents, then off to school I go to get the closet parking space. I arrive at school with 30 minutes to spare. Sitting at my locker, and sitting at my locker is all I really do. Listen into conversations about how party's were busted or who had sex with 4 different people the past night. My best friends usually show up a little later then me, so we talk dreading the first 10 minute bell, knowing that in 10 minutes hell begins again. Its about 10 minutes till class when everyone busts out every binder and every book to get all the homework they have done for school, and frighteningly it gets done. The 5 minute bell rings, and that's when everyone but my group makes there way to class. We choose the bell to get into class as the mark to go ahead and start walking to class. My first period class is History, and he allows us to come late, as long as we are there before the moment of silence, so me and jamal sprint. The day goes on, and I usually enjoy one class of the day, whether its English or Spanish, sometimes Math depending on if she is Satan or not for the day. I end the day, and am all excited. But on Tuesdays wensday and Fridays, the excitement lasts until my dumbass remembers I work in 50 minutes. My group is usually the last to leave school because we are so lazy and talking. I rush home so I can spend those 30 minutes getting online, or making my self a slurpee with the new "MAGIC BULLET" my mom bought of the infomercial. I put on my green Burke Nursery shirt and truck to work not happy, but knowing that ill make money, so not to bad. I talk to all the "amigos" the Spanish workers. Usually they address me with a "HEY HOMEYYY" and then they ask me, im putting this is nicer terms, did you get with a girl today? I answer them yes everything, and they get all excited, and I finely end the conversation with, Me gusta grade chichis! Something special my brothers thought me long ago. I work the loading dock, make a couple tips, that usually go to dinner or sodas or something. Towards the end, I move my way inside cause all the bosses or people with higher power have left, and im left to mop, or clean the bathrooms. After work, or on days I don't work, I go to katies at night. We have are little cuddle sessions, we play that whole married game, the her whine then gets what she wants game. Trust me she has no feelings though. So we usually watch a movie, or t.v. And adventualy ill end up rubbing her feet, which she loves, and apparently im good at. She does her reading or her homework, while I sit there doing nothing or rubbing her feat. All though it sounded boring, that's about all I want to be doing at the end of the day. It is priceless. Once 10 comes around, 30 minutes after I was suppose to leave, I go to the car, get the goodnight hug, and drive away, recently listening to Forgot About Dre, or Ride with Me by Nelly. My parents are usual watching something gay that my dad is only interested in because he is in love with my mom and whatever she wants to watch is what they watch. If my dad got his way, the only cable channels would be Discovery and History, mixed in with some movie channels. I head upstairs to spend endless hours chatting away on IM. Mostly ricky and maynard and Eric, mixed in with some random people and other friends. I watch sportsceneter every night at 11. I used to get a call from Katie every night, but that has ended, cause her grades fell from a 3.8 to a 3.75. I go to sleep not wanting to wake up to the same day.

Im not saying life is bad or no fun, but some change would be nice.

Song of the night is.......... Elton Jon - Your Song. Don't ask why I feel GAY enough

Everyone have a good night. Enjoy your day to come!


Wednesday, April 21, 2004

Its been awhile, but I have returned.........

Where to begin, where to begin?
I had a nice little Friday. Katie and I ate some lunch. We rented a movie after I got back from work, and we cuddled and watched it. My brother, and sister in law, with my nephews came. We chilled with them for awhile. Catching up on old times. Katie and I finished the movie. We had a pretty nice Saturday planed out, We would go to Home Depot, maybe bed bath and beyond, I DON'T KNOW, I DON'T KNOW IF WED HAVE TIME. Just playing, a little old school reference. So, yeah, we chilled for a long time on Friday. Then we departed for the weekend.

Saturday, what a day. We leave at 9 30, and it takes a long time to get there. There were some holdups haha Susan ;). So we finale get there, and my brother tells me we have to clean and pick up the beer. I was like CLEAN? I just got out of a 8 hour car ride. So we go and pick the beer up, meanwhile im walking around looking in book stores and got some Chinese, cause im not of age to handle beer. We go to Chrises ex apartment and "clean" We get done and, Chris and Scott went back to his place for some food. I stayed cause I was tired, and wanted to just chill and watch bball. Instead I watched Phone booth. Another not good movie that I enjoyed. The ending was tight. So that night, the party kicked off, and that's about all im going to say about that except for a women named Susan did not show up, its cool, I was disappointed. But theres always the wedding. Which im very excited for, everyone better bring there mini golf game faces. haha. So the next day, I woke up at 12. Chris and Mary made us a great Brunch, by the way they were the best hosts. TIGHT ASS pad. I definitely am a fan. They made us "FRIED" bacon, eggs, hashbrowns that were a disaster that master chef turned to amazing, and English muffins. I was definitely excited. We get on the road at about 3. We stop in Delaware to eat at Taco bell. I drive from there. 20 minutes away from home, we hit traffic, and guess what else we hit, A FUCKING CAR. I hit a car, I HIT A GOD DAMN CAR. That's not even the worst part, it was my brothers car, so now he has to pay for it. The lady, who had to be a black lady who wanted some "respect" sat there and yelled at me and cursing us. THATS always fun. Scott drove the rest of the way home, while I was about to beat the hell out of MY SELF. We got home, and all I wanted to do was watch the Nuggets game, but to end the night THEY LOST. Thanks to Boykins who let Mr. Sam bend him over. So that was my weekend.

I would just like to throw out there, that my moms comments, are sweet, but also very embarrassing, CAUSE IM 17.

I would like to send out a special thanks to Chris and Mary for being the best. Love you Mary ;)

Well, now I watching the nuggest lose, I must say im damn proud of Melo for having 4 points in the half.

IM out, Blaw


Thursday, April 15, 2004

Life is going pretty...........

Could you imagine life, if you could go back in time and re live the fuck ups in your life. All the things you wish you could take back, thins you said, lack of effort, not pursuing a girl. Everyone just think for a second one what they would go back in time to fix.............................................................................................................. Thinking time is up. In my life there are not to many, Well obvioulsy if you know me, you know that I slacked off all through high school, but I don't know if I were to go back if I would be any different. It would be tight to have the second chance. There is always that, messing around with another girl, when the true girl was right in front of your face, but when you have feelings finally, she doesn't kinda thing. Everyone, you know its happened in your life. Then there's always the, you got cheated on but stayed with your girlfriend, or maybe that's just me. Thanks DAD for the whipped jeans by the way. I don't know, it just would be so hard to chose ONE thing to go back and change. Is it a waste even thinking about it, cause it wont happen. I don't know though. I am a pretty random guy when it comes to thinking. So many things would make life so much easier, but that's the fun in life, is to over come hard things...... Right?

So let me tell you a story about my Spanish class yesterday. Chris just got me this book, its called Stoner and Spaz. Its about a boy with C.P. He doesn't really have any friends, no girlfriends, not even parents. He lives life around T.V and movies. But its not that he just watches the movies, he Studies them. The camera angles, the lighting. He is fascinated. He has a 4.0 and can go to any college he wants to. He lives at home with his G - ma. He meats this girl, and she is the stoner. But of course to make the story interesting, he starts to like her. Does her school work, and in pay back she shows him her breats. Sounds fun to me, I would do some school work for that too. ANYWAYS, so im really into this book. I start reading it in Spanish, when my teacher decides to give us some bullshit im to lazy to teach worksheet. That kinda shit always pisses me off, so I decided what's better to do then read. I pull my book out and start reading, while Mrs. Bradshaw is typing away, probably to some friend about her weekend. IM reading and reading, and forgetting to do the whole sneaky reading, where you pretend like your working. I just get so into it. She of course sees that im reading and takes the book. She wasn't mad or anything, just wanted me to focus on school. MY BAD FOR READING IN SCHOOL. That book could probably teach me more Spanish then doing that worksheet. It really pissed me off, but its not fun to fight with Mrs. Bradshaw. She is the scariest women ever when she's mad. So I just shut my mouth and did the worksheet. I finished, and GUESS WHAT? MRS. BRADSHAW IS READING MY BOOK. So instead of doing my worksheet, I read my book, and instead of her teaching, SHE READ MY BOOK. That's always fun. The world works in funny ways sometimes. I just thought I would share with you that little story.

Im actually pretty excited about this weekend, besides the fact that I had to work so much this week, to get the weekend time off. Today I spent 3 and a half ours, cutting open paper bags filled with littler bags of grass seed, pricing them, then carrying them 200 feet to the shelf. I think I did about 500 bags. I feel about 87 right now, my back hurts so much.

Well everyone, I would like to say that im honestly disappointed, that none of you older ones responded to my love B log. I was really looking forward to reading what everyone had to say. My fans have let me down. HAHA im kinda playing around, kinda not. I was looking forward to reading comment's, but its not that serious. JUST DON'T CALL YOUR SELF real Blaws B log Fans.

IM out, its time for bed, well not really, sports center is not on till 11!
Have a great B log, can't wait to see my boy Bart at the Party, bust out some Tony Hawk for old time sake. Ha

A speacial SHOUT out to Katie Kingston....... BE happy.

I havnt done song of the B log, todays is No woman No cry, Bob Marley of cource

Tuesday, April 13, 2004

Thank you Susan

I think some good indicators are when you notice an increase in your bravery and in your stupidity and when you have a heightened awareness of everything and yet a singular focus on only one thing. That's the heady, dizzying kind -- but for the rest of it, I don't think it can be said enough. Not that it should be cheapened or drained of all meaning, but really, when you respect and admire someone and you want to do right by them and by yourself BECAUSE of them...let it rip.

Now, that was Susans comment to my B log that i asked people to comment to, but no one did. Reading somthing like this really makes you think.

School was good today, i finished of with a B in english, thats really the only class i care about, besides journalism, but i got an A in that class. Nothing further to say, excpet comment to my Love B log.


Monday, April 12, 2004

I fucking hate school

Nothing bad really happened in school today. It was my first day back from Spring break, and school was the last place I wanted to be. My dad woke me up this morning, and I was just like what the hell are you doing waking me up at 6 20. Not remembering I had school. A bunch of people I don't like and didn't want to see. Im tired of living the same life day after day. Its starting to get old fast. Nothing new, go to school, deal with teachers who don't understand me, then lunch, then 5th period math, then some easy class, I drive home to then either sleep or play playstation. Dinner, homework, internet, bed. NOT FUN. I just want to get the hell out of high school, and go to Broadcast school in new York, and live the real life. Sure the whole moving away from my boys is hard, and leaving my house hold will be hard. BUT when you hate school as much as I do, anything sounds better. From numerous talks with Chris, my parents, Scott, I've come to realize im different from other students. Im not saying im smarter or dumber, but if I had a teacher sit with me one on one, I think they would see my intelligence level. But oh well, the world does not work how you want. So now its time to put highschool behind and start life, OH wait,..... I have another fucking year. High school is all about, who does there homework. Not every kid can get an A, so they throw in some Kick ass test to even your grade out. That's not my style. So I don't do good. Sucks huh. Enough about High school.

Im going to start doing a song of the B log. And tonight its (Tupac) Do for Love. I request you download these songs, I wont steer you wrong.

Oh and I own ricky in tiger woods.

Very excited about my up in coming weekend in New York city. FUCK Burke, cant wait to get out of here.


Sunday, April 11, 2004

Its time for America to see the sentimental side Of Bryan Lawrence.

While im sitting here watching the Chapelle show, that I must say is hilarious, I cant stop thinking about high school love. Now you see the funny, loud, obnoxious me every entry. I think its time for a change. I was in a relationship for a very long time. From beginning of 9th grade, till mid 10th grade, off and on. Breaks, getting cheated on. I said I love you, but is it real love, is it high school love? Did I say it cause your suppose to say it. I have watched friends tell there girlfrineds, they love them, and the next day there telling them they found another guy, or we hear rumors about the women cheating on my boys. But they say, "I still love you" or "I'll always love you" or something along those lines. WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT. Now I have this best friend, we chill Dailey, nightly, actually all the time. Is there a such thing as Loving as a best friend. I know im a little young for all this talk, but you know when you were young you did that whole "these are our baby's names, and this is the house im going to live it, and I love you bullshit" Its just what teens do. So this B log is really going know where, I was just thinking, and decided to put out the question to EVERYONE. How do you know when your in love? I want to see some answers in the comment section, cause im kinda confused.

Sorry not a funny B log, Have a great night, hug your loved one. PeaCe

Oh yeah, and if your not a Dave Chapelle fan, we arn't frineds..............


Saturday, April 10, 2004

IM chilling with Chris, the reason, and inspiration for my B logs.

Lets talk about MELO single handling winning the game, against the Blazers, BIATCHES, whose going to the play offs, and whose not. Enough said. 15. 30 points, Get off him. Fuck a lebron James.

That is all that needs to be said in this B log. Have a nice night, watch sportscenter, I know its arousing, but you can handle your self.

A special conrgats to Maynard....... Nice catch. Ha


Thursday, April 08, 2004

WW3 went done today in the game of Tiger Woods..

The epic battle between me and ricky today is going to go down in history as one of the greatest battles of all time. Now we might sound very gay sitting at home during spring break playing tiger woods, But this was for all bragging rights, all the marbles. If you know my group, you know video games are very important among us. Tonight's being one of the most important ever. We played best of 3. He beat me the first time, 4 matches to none, I beat him the next time 1 match to none. The 3rd and final game, oh it was a monster, we switched off matches, him missing puts, me sending the ball into the rough. It finely went in to 4 overtimes. He made the put for birdie leaving me only one chance to sink the put to tie. My hands were shaking, and sweating, I measured up the put to what I thought was right, and missed. WW3 is over, and I lost. Walked away with my head high though. Good win ricky, WW4 is right around the corner.

So this day was pretty boring, a lot of listening to rap and R&B, now im just waiting for a phone call from Katie, pretty pathetic huh? She's a cool girl. But im off to watch sportscenter now. Go DENVER.

Listening to some tupac.

You know, there's a big difference in rap, from tupac to nelly, or Notorious to Jay Z. Rap for tupac/BIG was a way to get of the streets, away to stop selling crack on the streets. Now a days, rap is all about looking good, having some white man write your rhymes, and make your beats. Its sad, because for old rappers, KRS, ice cube, ice T. Rap was poetry. Now its fucking fake, and all commercial. Of course the commercial shit is catchy and easy to like, but if you dig deep into the rap world its all bullshit compared to what rap was. My brother Chris brought me a movie called BEEF, that I watch once a week. Its amazing, cause it takes it back to the first rap battle with busy bee, and I forget the other persons name. Then goes to Krs one, then to ice cube and dre vs NWA and eazy E. To watch that video makes you really respect old school rap, and really hate this new bullshit. Lets talk about 50 cent and ja rule. HOW commercial can your shit be. Tupac and BIG were shot for running there mouths. All that happens now is they walk right past each other and smile so they don't start a fight. What bullshit, how can you be all, ja rules a pussy, then sit 5 seats away from him at the mtv music awards. Rap didn't work like that before. Beep was Beef, and you settled it in mix tapes, or with your fists, not over the fucking radio. How many people ever heard of the tupac big beef mixtapes, unless you can download. Hardly any of you, how many times have you heard 50 cent call ja rule a pussy. 2 times a day if you listen to rap. Now my favorite rapper ever had a pretty commercial BEEF, but he SQUASHED jay z with Either. The Nas decided to apologize cause he noticed jay z was crying everynight, cause no white person could write anything back to Either for jay z. So, i hardly ever listen to new rap, other then Eminem, cause no matter what anyone says, Eminem is the shit. Top 5 rappers in my book is 1 nas 2 tupac 3 kanye 4 eminem 5 Trick Daddy. The only 2 rappers that rap about real shit anymore, are trick daddy and nas. All the other shit is either pop rap, or music written by someone else. Now eminems stuff is real, but in a more I hate my mom trailer trash way, not a growing up in the hood. So there's my little rap lecture of the week. If your not a fag and what some real rap. Download some Nas, KRS 1, Tupac BIG, NWA, public Enemy. If you are a fag, keep DL, Lil Jon, and Lil Scrappy. Or one of those fuckers with a name that starts with LIL. Is that 20 rappers now that have there name start with LIL, but its ok cause that name sells to white kids.

OK, well Hellboy was confusing. It was not like going to see Spiderman, or X men where I know the story. I don't think I even heard of hell boy. So the whole movie I was like "what the fuck is going on?" why is the red guy here, did he come from hell, or random whole in the sky. And at the end you see these Big octopus things, and me and Ricky were like what the hell is that. It had good action, it also had a stupid love story too, so it gets 3 stars out of 5 in my book. I liked the hulk though, so that may change your judgment on my rating of movies. The hulk was just tight, the way they changed scenes like it was a comic book. Everyone heard about how it was a bad movie, so they went in already not liking it, no real reasons to say it was bad. So yeah.

My spring break is going pretty good actually, I watched half bake last night. I don't think I stopped laughing, Dave Chapelle is god in my book. If you are a hater, please go rent his first season. "Penut butter and Crack" HAHA trust me, its funny.

The new talk in my group is, abbreviating everything. The new abbreviated saying is. PS (phone sex) HAHA Eric, your an idiot.

Alright well that concludes my B LOG. Have a good night!



Tuesday, April 06, 2004

No title

Im about to go see hell boy, after a long day of work. I got to work by my self and i made 7 dollars in tips. Excellent. Just wanted to Say hello to everyone, im kinda bored.

Feeling kinda empty.

Sorry such a short post, but nothing is really going on right now
Kinda tired, kinda pissed off, not wanting to go to work.

I've taken some time off, from my B log, spring break started, and for some reason my computer was being gay, so now IM back, and ready to please all you readers.

I cant really talk about my spring break to much, mom and dad could be reading........... just kidding mis padres. Mom and dad left on Saturday, and from then on, I was the adult of the house hold. Making sure the dogs were taken care of, all my shoes were put away, glasses were washed, IM ready to kick the real worlds ass.. haha. One day I had to wake my self up for work, I bagged my own lunch, went to work, came home and showered, shaved, then sat around not knowing what to do. I thought to my self, geez if this is the real world for a single man in Burke Virginia, I sure as hell want to get the fuck out of here. I ended up taking Katie to get some ice cream. Sound fun?

So, about work, and how boring it is. I've been working at Burke Nursery for about a year now. I did the pumpkin patch, I sold Christmas trees, and now im loading cars with mulch and rocks. Im looking forward to working, because I have to lift a lot, maybe I could get cut for the lady's, or lady. I get to work at 8 o'clock, for my first day. Im fine for the next 4 hours. Until the other dock boys are there. Let me tell you about them for a cupple HOURS. No im kidding but let me tell you about them. One of the guys, has dropped out of highshool maybe like 14 times, he doesn't do a damn thing but complain about this other co worker, who basically is everyone shadows, we will like leave to go to the bathroom or some kids go and smoke, and hes right there, RIGHT there. So that's always fun. At work, we had about one car come every 5 minutes for mulch, and so all 5 kids would like attack the guy asking him what he wants, and they would all be helping a car when I could get it done better by my self. My boss said I am going to become more of a field worker, and supervise the loading area, cause she realizes how bad they are. Yesterday they loaded a car with a broken bag, and the dirt got EVERYWHERE, guess what kind of a car..............? A LEXUS, so guess who cleaned it. ME. So work is fun, and I have to work again in a hour.

If anyone wants to IM me and talk about my B logs, you can IM me at Blaw2828

Not much more to say, im pretty blank right now, im very pissed off and wanting to go to bed, and listen to kanye.



Friday, April 02, 2004

I HATE THE OC, with a passion
I know my title is called "days in the life of a normal teen, but right now its 3 48 Friday morning.

Does anyone remember those nights where there very tired, and fall asleep at like 7 o'clock, not really wanting to but it just happens, well, yeah, I feel asleep and woke up at 11. I had no idea what was going on, I realized it was only 11 and got extremely pisses off. I took a shower and realized I had a paper to write. So I decided to call Katie. We ended up talking until 5 minutes ago. A 4 our and 28 minute conversation, and here I am needed to write a paper not tired at all, and actually pretty hungry, but if my dad found out I was awake, I would get the, "why the hell are you still awake" speaks and then that mean look he gives like hes about to pounce on you and kick you ass. So im typing pretty slow and soft. It sucks to be awake, but hey ill make up for it in class tomorrow.

So today I had my bowling league. It was fun I did average, broke my average 2 times, we lost. But at one point, around the 2 game, I look over and this gothic kinda girl was kissing another girl, while the other girl was on her boyfriends lap. I was kind confused and thought I had seem something like this, OH yeah, on one of my dads pornos......... im just playing. But anyways it was very disgusting. Usually when 2 girls kiss you like this is tight. But this was not a pretty site to see let me tell you. One girl had a black eye and a busted lip and wore THE BIGGEST PANTS I HAVE EVER SEEN, and of course they had every zipper and buckle possible that really had no purpose. And this other girl who is not attractive, sitting on her boyfriends lap, the boyfriend like is 7 years younger then me but quadruples my size with army boots to his knees sits there and makes out with his girl and then watches his girl kiss another girl. It sounds kinda pimp of him, but it was actually one of the grossest things id ever seen, and that may be part of the reason im not sleeping right now. By the way they were like 13. So that's always fun, I was doing good, I had like a 149 or somthing first game, saw them kiss second game I had a 96. ENOUGH SAID.

Im tired, and not in a good mood.



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