<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6663280</id><updated>2011-04-21T13:11:56.944-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Days in the life of a "normal" TEEN</title><subtitle type='html'>well, this is a place where you can read to find about my daily life or just to laugh your ass off at me or with me(usualy at me).</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blaw2828.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6663280/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blaw2828.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Bryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16180257800100754691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>26</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6663280.post-109064533082890137</id><published>2004-07-23T21:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-23T22:02:10.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I am here sitting in a different location typing to you viewers who have been deprived of my famous B logs.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I would like to apologize right now to everyone, I know this is my 7th apology in this series of B logs, but living the life of a 17 year old can get pretty busy. Especially when your working at a nursery and trying to start your own business.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I know some of you are like, I thought this kid was 17, but I have learned enough and am young enough to do the hard work around gardens. My partner and I basically do the bitch (not referring to women in anyway so don't take offence) &amp;nbsp;work that most people are to lazy to do. Bret ( my partner) and I&amp;nbsp;are also doing alitle designing, we are 2 young men, but we have the eye for that kind of stuff. Trust me I like women, actually only one female, but you have the idea. Anyways, are business is called B squared, and we do anything from removing flowers and shrubs, to planting, to designing. It is a lot of work, but I plan on making this business very successful, broadcasting is still in my future though.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So much has happened since my last B log. My brother got married and had an amazing wedding, that everyone enjoyed. As like everything in the Lawrence family, there was one trama, Scott lost the ring, and when I mean lost the ring, HE LOST THE RING. It was not left in a pocket, or on a table, it was in the grass under some piece of paper or something that we had used to decorate chrises jeep.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Scott found it, and everything went back to normal, and it was even forgotten about, as people stumbled away to there cars. It was a great wedding, and gave us much memories, such as "THE LAWRENCE BOYS" (best in the business I must have to say) got up on the stage and continued to dance in front of everyone, what a fucking picture that is. Probably the 4 greatest men (im almost a man cut me some slack) you will ever see dancing together on a stage. We all remember the speeches, and Marys dad saying, "the good news is theres no bad news, and the bad news is theres no&amp;nbsp;good news". The whole thing was just so amazing. Im so glad to finaly meat all the Moyer family, and have a chance for all family and friends to be together. It was a blast.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AND....... Because of it, im now finally dating that beautiful date of mine, Katie D Kingston. She was hot wasn't she? Chris said, weddings soften a girl up, and I was like nothing can make this girl like me, I have tried for 7 months, but then on the basketball court (symbolic) she leaned in and kissed me, and from then on its been smooth sailing, except for all the trouble I get in with her, or the times she yells at me, but hey Lawrence men have been dealing with that for years, I can not break the chain now.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well that is all for my B log right now, I am on vacation, and im here at Scotts house for the first night. Have a good summer everyone.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh and shout out to Susan, glad I finally met you. #1 fan of mine.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Im out.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;B to the Law&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you chirs and mary a lot a lot. See you guys soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6663280-109064533082890137?l=blaw2828.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6663280/posts/default/109064533082890137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6663280/posts/default/109064533082890137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blaw2828.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109064533082890137' title=''/><author><name>Bryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16180257800100754691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6663280.post-108471771083913718</id><published>2004-05-16T07:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-16T07:32:58.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's time for a new B log.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's a subject I skip everytime I go to write a B log. I know people will read it, so I leave it out. Now, I really could care less at this point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you do, when you have fallen in love with your best friend. You chill with her every night, do countless things for her, jump right up when she asks you to take her places, but you don't get the same type of love. My strategy was to wait around, maybe she will realize, so for futher advise to you men, that does not work. It is just hard because she's my best friend, and of course you could read this situation in a teen book, I fall for her. So, last week I was told there were other feelings involved..... Lie ........ And that there could be something..... also lie. So that leaves me in love, doing everything, for someone who doesn't ever want anything. Sound fun? From now on, it is strictly best friends, no getting jealous, no skipping out on everything I have to do. It sucks, cause it was a lot of fun. It was like having a girlfriend, but it got old, the whole me being everything, wanting more but cant have it type of thing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im out, just thought I would type down some feelings, so all of you could remember how gay high school was. If not you lucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bryan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6663280-108471771083913718?l=blaw2828.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6663280/posts/default/108471771083913718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6663280/posts/default/108471771083913718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blaw2828.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108471771083913718' title=''/><author><name>Bryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16180257800100754691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6663280.post-108372231065979964</id><published>2004-05-04T18:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-04T19:02:54.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My family is about to official get bigger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In about 25 days my brother, 2nd dad, mentor, consoler, teacher, and Best Friend, will be getting married to Mary Moyer. A perfect match. In GA GA language, a "match made in heaven". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He went away for college when I was about 3 years old. I remember the drive to Bradley University, and the dorms, but not the goodbyes. Probably because I either chose to forget them or because I was to young to understand exactly what was going on. I have been told that I was crying and held my arms out when we left. Pretty sad huh? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through out life, me and Chris have been distant, mostly through my younger age. We have been also very close, and there have been times where you could have put us in a ring, and rang the bell with Official Mills Lane screaming "lets get it on". He's been a big part of my life. He is the one that recommended I play Basketball, although I was never a favorite and never made the team. It has brought me to a new love. Announcing. When I was younger, he influenced my type of music. He made me a Tape with a picture of me in my Halloween costume. The only 2 songs I remember were Beat On The Brat, and When I Come Around. I remember Jim being there, and laughing at me because I was dancing around to the songs on my bed. I have now changed my taste in music but he is still influencing my taste of rap. I would have never started reading a lot if it was not for the greatest book of all time, "10th Grade". Although I rant and rave about how much I wish he would stop lecturing me on school and life and how immature I am, if it was not for him who would do it. No one can push my buttons quite like him, but you know what? He has taught me more then school ever did and ever will. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lawrence family is a little different then a lot of the American family's. At times it felt/feels like I am an only child. At other times, I feel like im part of a monster family. I watch a lot of home movies and look at pictures, because I tend not to rememeber what it was like to have a 5 person family living in one house. Dealing with 2 older brothers. I wish I could remember the lectures they got from my mom and dad. Even though I've been through enough of them to have my grandkids lecture free. I remember little things, like my room, furniture, chrises room, and the death of Jesse. Watching home videos makes me miss the old times, but also look forward to times to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All through out my life I have been very jealous of the people who spend more time with my brothers then I do. Mostly Susan and Mary. Im not implying that I dislike them, or wish that they were not part of this family. Because I love them and they have made the Lawrence family grow. I have just always wished for old times, or brotherly time, I think that will come future on in life as I mature and become an adult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to congratulate Chris, im very happy for you, and would like to give an extra thanks to him one of the most important guy in my life. Out of all people you understand me the most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B law&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6663280-108372231065979964?l=blaw2828.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6663280/posts/default/108372231065979964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6663280/posts/default/108372231065979964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blaw2828.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108372231065979964' title=''/><author><name>Bryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16180257800100754691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6663280.post-108312154010805409</id><published>2004-04-27T18:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-27T20:09:55.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Winslow or Taylor?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im sorry for all you known sports fans, who probably just sat through the most boring B log ever, if you even finished it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song of the night is Sorry Ms Jackson...... Old Outkast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IM OUT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bryan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6663280-108312154010805409?l=blaw2828.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6663280/posts/default/108312154010805409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6663280/posts/default/108312154010805409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blaw2828.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108312154010805409' title=''/><author><name>Bryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16180257800100754691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6663280.post-108303641706019362</id><published>2004-04-26T19:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-26T20:31:10.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It has been brought to my attention, that I need to step these B logs up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song of the night. Girls by D-12&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bryan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6663280-108303641706019362?l=blaw2828.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6663280/posts/default/108303641706019362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6663280/posts/default/108303641706019362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blaw2828.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108303641706019362' title=''/><author><name>Bryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16180257800100754691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6663280.post-108295548775425467</id><published>2004-04-25T20:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-25T22:02:20.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>School, Working, Rubbing Katies feet is pretty much the make up of my life recently........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wake up every morning, battle my mom for that extra minute of sleep that can change a day. I get up&lt;br /&gt;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. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im not saying life is bad or no fun, but some change would be nice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song of the night is.......... Elton Jon - Your Song. Don't ask why I feel GAY enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone have a good night. Enjoy your day to come!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blaw&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6663280-108295548775425467?l=blaw2828.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6663280/posts/default/108295548775425467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6663280/posts/default/108295548775425467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blaw2828.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108295548775425467' title=''/><author><name>Bryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16180257800100754691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6663280.post-108260319627848195</id><published>2004-04-21T19:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-21T20:10:43.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its been awhile, but I have returned.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where to begin, where to begin?&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would just like to throw out there, that my moms comments, are sweet, but also very embarrassing, CAUSE IM 17.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to send out a special thanks to Chris and Mary for being the best. Love you Mary ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, now I watching the nuggest lose, I must say im damn proud of Melo for having 4 points in the half.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IM out, Blaw&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6663280-108260319627848195?l=blaw2828.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6663280/posts/default/108260319627848195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6663280/posts/default/108260319627848195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blaw2828.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108260319627848195' title=''/><author><name>Bryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16180257800100754691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6663280.post-108208355161690696</id><published>2004-04-15T20:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-15T20:12:50.030-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Life is going pretty........... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IM out, its time for bed, well not really, sports center is not on till 11! &lt;br /&gt;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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BLAW&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6663280-108208355161690696?l=blaw2828.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6663280/posts/default/108208355161690696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6663280/posts/default/108208355161690696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blaw2828.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108208355161690696' title=''/><author><name>Bryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16180257800100754691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6663280.post-108208472662934447</id><published>2004-04-15T20:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-15T20:09:25.293-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A speacial SHOUT out to Katie Kingston....... BE happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I havnt done song of the B log, todays is No woman No cry, Bob Marley of cource&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6663280-108208472662934447?l=blaw2828.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6663280/posts/default/108208472662934447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6663280/posts/default/108208472662934447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blaw2828.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108208472662934447' title=''/><author><name>Bryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16180257800100754691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6663280.post-108189829659738999</id><published>2004-04-13T16:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-13T16:22:12.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Thank you Susan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bryan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6663280-108189829659738999?l=blaw2828.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6663280/posts/default/108189829659738999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6663280/posts/default/108189829659738999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blaw2828.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108189829659738999' title=''/><author><name>Bryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16180257800100754691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6663280.post-108181328649272703</id><published>2004-04-12T15:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-12T16:46:33.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I fucking hate school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I own ricky in tiger woods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very excited about my up in coming weekend in New York city. FUCK Burke, cant wait to get out of here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blaw&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6663280-108181328649272703?l=blaw2828.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6663280/posts/default/108181328649272703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6663280/posts/default/108181328649272703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blaw2828.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108181328649272703' title=''/><author><name>Bryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16180257800100754691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6663280.post-108173843140881248</id><published>2004-04-11T19:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-11T19:57:43.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its time for America to see the sentimental side Of Bryan Lawrence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry not a funny B log, Have a great night, hug your loved one. PeaCe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, and if your not a Dave Chapelle fan, we arn't frineds..............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6663280-108173843140881248?l=blaw2828.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6663280/posts/default/108173843140881248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6663280/posts/default/108173843140881248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blaw2828.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108173843140881248' title=''/><author><name>Bryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16180257800100754691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6663280.post-108165826637156831</id><published>2004-04-10T20:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-11T19:01:40.140-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>IM chilling with Chris, the reason, and inspiration for my B logs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A special conrgats to Maynard....... Nice catch. Ha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6663280-108165826637156831?l=blaw2828.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6663280/posts/default/108165826637156831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6663280/posts/default/108165826637156831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blaw2828.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108165826637156831' title=''/><author><name>Bryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16180257800100754691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6663280.post-108148289697531019</id><published>2004-04-08T20:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-08T20:58:45.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WW3 went done today in the game of Tiger Woods..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this day was pretty boring, a lot of listening to rap and R&amp;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blaw&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6663280-108148289697531019?l=blaw2828.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6663280/posts/default/108148289697531019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6663280/posts/default/108148289697531019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blaw2828.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108148289697531019' title=''/><author><name>Bryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16180257800100754691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6663280.post-108146095775064105</id><published>2004-04-08T13:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-08T14:53:06.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Listening to some tupac. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The new talk in my group is, abbreviating everything. The new abbreviated saying is. PS (phone sex) HAHA Eric, your an idiot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright well that concludes my B LOG. Have a good night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bryan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6663280-108146095775064105?l=blaw2828.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6663280/posts/default/108146095775064105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6663280/posts/default/108146095775064105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blaw2828.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108146095775064105' title=''/><author><name>Bryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16180257800100754691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6663280.post-108129700203495629</id><published>2004-04-06T17:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-06T17:20:28.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>No title&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling kinda empty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry such a short post, but nothing is really going on right now&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6663280-108129700203495629?l=blaw2828.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6663280/posts/default/108129700203495629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6663280/posts/default/108129700203495629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blaw2828.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108129700203495629' title=''/><author><name>Bryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16180257800100754691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6663280.post-108127189219201457</id><published>2004-04-06T09:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-06T10:26:02.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Kinda tired, kinda pissed off, not wanting to go to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anyone wants to IM me and talk about my B logs, you can IM me at Blaw2828&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much more to say, im pretty blank right now, im very pissed off and wanting to go to bed, and listen to kanye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bryan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6663280-108127189219201457?l=blaw2828.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6663280/posts/default/108127189219201457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6663280/posts/default/108127189219201457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blaw2828.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108127189219201457' title=''/><author><name>Bryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16180257800100754691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6663280.post-108089661621539272</id><published>2004-04-02T01:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-04-02T01:07:16.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; I HATE THE OC, with a passion&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6663280-108089661621539272?l=blaw2828.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6663280/posts/default/108089661621539272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6663280/posts/default/108089661621539272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blaw2828.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108089661621539272' title=''/><author><name>Bryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16180257800100754691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6663280.post-108089649950648877</id><published>2004-04-02T00:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-04-02T01:05:19.310-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I know my title is called "days in the life of a normal teen, but right now its 3 48 Friday morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im tired, and not in a good mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOODNIGHT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6663280-108089649950648877?l=blaw2828.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6663280/posts/default/108089649950648877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6663280/posts/default/108089649950648877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blaw2828.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108089649950648877' title=''/><author><name>Bryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16180257800100754691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6663280.post-108079061043055839</id><published>2004-03-31T18:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-31T19:40:28.216-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OK...... OK....... i know my B log is an everyday read for some of you, BUT I HAVE A LIFE. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well here it is. The B log of the day, the writing everyone waits for me to do. First off i would like to talk about something that was very close to my heart for like a month. A TV show I would even ditch talking to Katie for, only the most amazing spin off of survivor yet (minus Stewart Scott). DREAM JOB. Ever since I was little I always wanted a black person to win, it goes back to the days of GerVASE from survivor 1. He was my boy. So when DREAM JOB came on, I saw there were 2 black men, of course they were kicked of week 1 and week 2, like it was a scary movie, and the black people were the first to die. So when they were done, I went on to vote for the most amazing girl ever. Although I did not find her physically attractive, SHE NEW MORE ABOUT SPORTS THEN ME. Could you imagine the dinner conversation, So Bryan you hear about the redskins picking up James Thrash. I know that is a fairy tale, but for all you married man, COULD YOU IMAGINE. If I marry any girls that I have already dated or hooked up with, they will end up being Dallas fans. LAWRENCE LUCK once again, from now I will refer to that as LL. LL is mighty gay. SO ANYWAYS, back to Dream job, we made it to the final 4, and i as excited, some variety on sportscenter, so I watch it religiously&lt;br /&gt;the live show and the re runs, to the point where I know what lavar is going to say before he says it. The last episode comes on, and I watch it, and at the time I forgot it was a 2 hour episode, so when it turned 10 I got excited turned it on and was like "FUCK ME" cause I forgot and missed my "dream girl" get kicked off, but that was probably for the best cause I would have broken out in tears. The last hour of show was very homos only, how is jack going to get kicked off. The biggest loser was picked, and of course fucked up his night time show with Mr. Scott. I laughed, cause I watch this show instead of playing Tiger Woods Golf (im even playing it while typing this, ricky will never beat me again) just to watch a pretty white boy win. Now don't think I hate him cause hes dating my "dream girl" Maggie, haha. But yeah it was a disappointment, and me realize how gay Stewart Scott is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOW... on to The cheating, lieing, using, minipulaiting bitch, that Eric still cant get over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this girl comes into erics life, and everything is Great for Eric. And of course Eric welcomes her into the group and we all like her (or in my case pretend to) just to find out that she has another guy. WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT. Now im not going to lay out all of erics business, cause that's not right, but if you happen to see Eric, or wish to IM Eric at BigE17, tell him to move his ass on, its not like he was even getting any. SHE FORGOT HOW! So yeah, lets all help Eric turn into a man and tell him to MOVE THE FUCK ON.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well its that time again, where all of you get sad and remember the great stories in my daily B log, but I have to go, my dad is yelling at me to take out the trash, forgetting that its RAINING. Geez im a slave to this house hold, (Chris, Scott don't say a damn thing).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a nice night, get some play, this is B law, wrapping up his B log.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6663280-108079061043055839?l=blaw2828.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6663280/posts/default/108079061043055839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6663280/posts/default/108079061043055839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blaw2828.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108079061043055839' title=''/><author><name>Bryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16180257800100754691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6663280.post-108070295403285473</id><published>2004-03-30T13:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-30T19:27:50.170-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>IT WAS MY BDAY WEEKEND........... cut me some slack&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry to all my dailey readers, i was a very busy man this weekend. Friday I played basketball, and we lost for the first time to the crew we always play because JAMAL let maybe the worst basketball player ever steal the ball and pass it down court for an open lay up. Thanks Jamal, but its only street ball. So then I go and eat dinner and get a cell phone with my parents. Its a rather nice telephone, even though its not my best friends like chrises side kick, it will do me just fine. We go see the new Adam sanlder movie, 50 first dates, and the best part of the movie is when Drew Barrymore is standing in the rain and her nipples basically POP out of her shirt to the point of my dad going "nice". Us lawrences are into boobs by the way. So we get out of the movie and my cell phone still is not activated, its been 3 hours and they told me 2, so we go back to best buy and ask them whats up, why isnt it working yet. of cource remembering my last name, that's takes 45 minutes, while ricky is waiting at my house to chill. This whole they guy gave you the wrong number, somebody else has that number, BLAH BLAH BLAH, shut the hell up and fix my phone kinda shit. We finally leave, and my parents drops me off at katies house where all these people are chilling, my best friends. Katie gives me the presents she got me, and one was a Denver Nuggets warm up jersey that reverses into the old school logo on the other side. NICE WORK KATIE, I don't think I've taken it off, secondly she got me a carmelo Anthony hat that says his name and number, which is 15. Now if you really know me, you know I am a HUGE fan of Melo, and worship him, he is my religion. I got tired of liking all Washington teams, cause flat out they are the fucking worst and are depressing to watch even in 2 minute clips on ESPN. So thumbs up to Katie, great work. So we chill, and Eric and Ashley lay in katies room the whole night, by the way, Eric got none. A dark room and he gets none, come on Big E..... I will get back to that drama later. I go home that night because I have to work the morning of my birthday. I wake up at 8 30, stroll into work at 9 while its raining, I work at Burke nursery out side, so rainy days are no fun. They walk me and my co workers through all the things we will be doing and they taught us how to fill up propane tanks, which I think I've done 1,528 times, I worked there in the winter, so this whole training session on my bday blew big balls. When I got home, after walking in the rain I might add, I realized my parents weren't home and my boys had left to get my present, so I sat all alone for like 3 hours. My friends come over, and they hand my present to me un wrapped or labeled, no pretty bows and shit, but knowing my friends that was more then the norm. They got me a Fred Smoot jersey, its so pimp. I started off being a big smoot hater, but he decided to shut his mouth and play some ball this year, so I got his back now. They said there would be more presents to come, but I doubt it, the Fred smoot jersey was enough. So skip skip through the night we chill at rickys, then watched gothyca and slepted at maynards, that's enough details of that night........ TRUST me, lets just say ricky is grounded for 3 months. So the next morning I ball some more, cross Maynard up some more, the usual, and then go inside to eat. My mom prepared me my favorite fried chicken meal, and I opened some more presents. They got me SHREDDOR to complete the WHOLE new original toys from the new cartoon. IM may have just turned 17 but im a kid at heart. I have a whole wall dedicated to ninja turtles, 3 posters and a comic book and 10 toys still in there boxes are hung on my wall, it attracks the ladys trust me........ They also got me a new fan a wallet, cause i lost my wallet with my license of course, LAWRENCE LUCK, and some other stuff. That completed my birthday weekend. Oh and I chilled with katie that night, but thats an everynight thing. For future notice, ME AND KATIE ARE NOT GOING OUT NOR DO WE HAVE FEELINGS FOR EACH OTHER....... fuckers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im looking forward to Thursday, so I can bust out my new back spin in bowling, trust me its crucial, and if any of you are sitting there at you computers laughing cause im in a bowling league, then F you. Its fun and LB bowling represents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep on reading my B logs. I know there blogs but since this is my website, we will futher know them as B logs. Thanks for reading. Have a nice day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B law.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here you go, to everyone who is bored and wants somthing to laugh at.................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ashley eric drama needs its own post&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6663280-108070295403285473?l=blaw2828.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6663280/posts/default/108070295403285473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6663280/posts/default/108070295403285473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blaw2828.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108070295403285473' title=''/><author><name>Bryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16180257800100754691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6663280.post-108025480571678484</id><published>2004-03-25T14:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-25T14:50:14.716-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>MRS COLMEN (my counselor) IS THE WORST..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today i had to pick my classes for next year, and i got all excited because i was going to take Broadcast Journalism and AP English, well i come to find out that they dont offer Broadcast Journalism anymore, and so i wasted a whole year taking this Journalism class that is not fun at all and was interesting for the first 75 seconds on day 1. Since then we have watched POINTLESS W A L T E R CronKITE. And some dumb musical. The teacher is all about deadline for the kids who matter, meaning Journalism 3. Which is 3 levels above me. SO yeah a whole year for nothing but an easy A, which is not bad cause I need of all them that I can get. (that's chrises advise, hes the man when it comes to advise trust me) So then i say to my counselor, I want to take AP English.... SHE MIND AS WELL HAVE LAUGHED ME OUT OF THE ROOM. So cause I don't do little gay 10 point worksheets I cant reed fucking books and write essays. WHAT a bitch, sit there and tell me I cant do it. School is so fucking gay now adays. SO CAUSE I DON'T DO LITTLE (IM to tired to teach work) I basally fail at me teenage life. Its such bullshit, and now cause I didn't do homework I cant write ESSAYS. Its so dumb, who ever thought of highs chool is mighty gay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to do some damn homework, cause HOMEWORK MAKES YOUR HIGHSCHOOL GRADE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6663280-108025480571678484?l=blaw2828.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6663280/posts/default/108025480571678484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6663280/posts/default/108025480571678484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blaw2828.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108025480571678484' title=''/><author><name>Bryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16180257800100754691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6663280.post-108018789491922036</id><published>2004-03-24T20:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-24T20:15:03.340-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>For all you single men (and Women if your into that kinda stuff)............ rememeber this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 Reasons a Boy Should Go After a Softball Girl&lt;br /&gt; 10) We have great hands&lt;br /&gt;  9)  We are used to scoring no matter what base we're on&lt;br /&gt;  8) We work well with metal&lt;br /&gt;  7) We always use a glove&lt;br /&gt;  6) We don't stop until the job is over, and there's always extra innings&lt;br /&gt;  5)  We never strike out&lt;br /&gt;  4)  We touch every base carefully&lt;br /&gt;  3) We don't mind diving face first into grass&lt;br /&gt;  2) We don't play soccer&lt;br /&gt; 1) We slide into home really hard&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6663280-108018789491922036?l=blaw2828.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6663280/posts/default/108018789491922036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6663280/posts/default/108018789491922036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blaw2828.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108018789491922036' title=''/><author><name>Bryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16180257800100754691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6663280.post-108018584383952158</id><published>2004-03-24T13:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-24T19:50:02.716-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>BHC - i guess its the cool things to make up hater clubs in highschool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today was a good day, not hard at all, i found out what the oral in spanish was so i wrote my speach before class. Oh the way teenagers get out of studying........... Anyways, last night im online and my Best freind Ricky tells me that these girl named nicole and kristin made up a club called the BHC ( bryan hater club). I was seeing BHC on there profiles and blew it off cause theres a lot of random things on profiles. So when ricky told me it ment bryan hater club i laughed and was like how rediculously immature. I was also mad because one of these girls was one of my best frineds, the other i absalutly hate and fugured she would put that in her info. Nicole decided to hate me cause she cheated on me then broke up with me then wanted me back and i didnt take her back, then gave her aditude later on in life, CAN you blame me? One saterday i tried so hard to be nice to her involve her in everythign and anything, then i get random OH I MEAN RANDOM atitude so i was liek you know what, FUCK IT, so for some reason all that = her haiting me. So thats cool i would figure she hated me over a reason like that. Now kristin on the other hand was like a sister, we had alittle history but she really had no reason to be mad, so they made that little alience as a "joke", thats always fun, i think the last thing i did somthing like that was NEVER, but yeah, it was a joke and now its over. I hope that this club helps them get into college though, they are even the finders of the club, you know my counsaler who is the worst said if you make up your own club, colleges like that shit(only she didnt say shit) but shit describes how she does her job. So to end that, here we are, nicole said she would not care if i died. HONESTLY DO ANY OF YOU EVER REMEMBER THIS SHIT, ALL THIS HIGHSCHOOL DRAMA................................... AND DRAMA THAT IS SO FUCKING RETARDED........................ Geez scott and chris if marriage is like this im not getting married.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of marriage, i would like to throw out my life plan. For some reason i have this atraction to older women, like i dont know, somthing about the doing everything you say generation turns me on, women these days all about get up your self and do it shit, but like my friends moms are all about doing what there husband says, on and there also hot. So if i marry a women who is in her 40s and is still looking amazing i will be living the high life. And since i will have had my own tv show and living the large and incharge life, when im around 50 and my wife passes away and i am sad, what could be better then a 20 year old gold digger wanting to marry me. Dont you think that is living the best of both worlds. Only knowing me, and knowing that im a LAWRENCE, i will marry a 22 year old when im 23, and she will be very independednt and tell me to get my ass of the couce and get my own damn beer....... WHY EVEN  HOPE when your last name is LAWRENCE. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that raps up this Blog, Blog kinda sounds like Blaw, which is why my name is so tight, well for all you readers, keep in touch and keep reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now signing out is your Favorite Teen writer, Bryan The BS Lawrence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6663280-108018584383952158?l=blaw2828.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6663280/posts/default/108018584383952158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6663280/posts/default/108018584383952158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blaw2828.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108018584383952158' title=''/><author><name>Bryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16180257800100754691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6663280.post-108015896976776060</id><published>2004-03-24T12:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-24T12:12:57.780-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So its 8 43, and im not doing a damn thing...... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you know most kids my age are struggling to get work done, cramming info in there heads for there next upcoming test (i have a spanish oral tommarrow, thats going to kick my ass) reading there exciting novels they got from there teachers that day, and then theres me, sitting here rambaling on about my day. I am sitting here listening to some Kanye West, my new inspiration to write, Kanye has joined my top list of rappers, top 5 is now, 1. Nas 2. Tupac 3. Kanye 4. Bone Thugs 5. Method. Now those guys are the finding founders of ganster rap, i dont care what you say chris. I feel the reason i relate to ganster rap, is cause i grew up in one of the ritches countys in the nation, i got all i wanted, and i have a loving family......... are you kidding, i cant relate to "gansta rap" at all, i just like the lyrics and the beats, and have appreciation for the thug life. If you are not into rap, just liston to Nas - One Mike, or Tupac - only god can judge me now, by the end of the songs you will be feeling the beats and the lyrics. &lt;br /&gt;Anyways....... to all the adults and the working men, do you rememeber that one girl that you liked, you always wish you had a chance to even chill with her, but new that you would have to cross broken down bridges, fight off alligators and escape a volcano before you could chill with her (sounds like a fear factor episode) well theres a girl like that in my life, no names will be mentioned, but it sucks when you like a girl that is 40980980984039584205 times to hot to ever give you a chance. i just thought i would bring you all back to those days of pain. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO this weekend is my birthday, anything from cloths to cars would be nice, we will see what my firneds do for me. &lt;br /&gt;Well its time for me to join the rest of my class and start doing some homework, or atleast pretend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6663280-108015896976776060?l=blaw2828.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6663280/posts/default/108015896976776060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6663280/posts/default/108015896976776060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blaw2828.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108015896976776060' title=''/><author><name>Bryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16180257800100754691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6663280.post-108007385266614822</id><published>2004-03-23T03:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-23T12:34:19.013-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I did not attend school today due to being sick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are reading this and are out of highschool, you know you rememeber those mornings when you woke up and didnt feel good but milked it for all its worth. Now im not saying i faked being sick, i didnt feel good at all, but missing school is my pook is always a plus. So today i did a lot of sleeping and eating, and playing tiger woods golf (i beat VJ singhe by the way) catching up on sports, soap operas, the prce is right, alittle jenny jones when my mom was not around to tell me to turn that shit off. The norm that a teen does when he or she stays home from school. Now my school ends at 2 10, and by 2 15 im already hearing the drama, boyfriends and girlfriends, and eric and ashley. Ashley wanting eric to come by her locker and getting upset that he doesnt, eric wanting ashley to show more effection, that kinda teen shit that everyone misses but could live with out. But there was some good news, TAYLOR AND SARAH are back together........... YAYYYYY, actualy if you are appart of my group, that is HORIBLE news. My group calls them the huggers. We hardly know them but because eric is daiting ashley and ashley is best friends with sarah, the huggers are around none stop. They come every morning take out seats our OUR lockers and have there little cuddle session. One day they were playing around, having alittle argument, and she goes "SHUT UP AND KISS ME" i think all of my fiiends either found the nearest trash can to throw up in, or rolled around on the floor laughing. Well enough being mean. This is my blog, where i will have funny stories, gay things in my day or just feel like writing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you enjoy and find it comical in your complicated somtimes hard days&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6663280-108007385266614822?l=blaw2828.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6663280/posts/default/108007385266614822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6663280/posts/default/108007385266614822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blaw2828.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108007385266614822' title=''/><author><name>Bryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16180257800100754691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
