.: 10.31.03 :.

.: My Life :.

I haven’t updated the site actually for eight months, but this is what happened Halloween night: The shit hit the fan, hard! I was invited to Barbara's house (she was my girlfriend at the time) for trick or treating. The friends I had been hanging out with (not the ones that skate) came along, and we all laughed and had seemed to be having a good time. These were the same friends who had given me rides home, taken us all to the beach, and chillaxed (chilled & relaxed) with me for about five months now. They were what I would have called friends. When we were done we walked back to Barbara’s and proceeded to trade candy and give out feet a rest. I’m going to shorten what happened next; this girl Angie (who apparently never liked me for the five months we chilled together) wanted to take some of Barbara’s candy and ransom it for milk duds or something. I grabbed the candy back from her hand and we basically started a tug-o-war. I was having fun and people were laughing (including Angie), but we stopped messing around and I offered to go get pizza around the corner. I get the pizza and skate back and found everyone pissed at me. Angie was especially calm, but said I twisted her arm while I was trying to get the candy, and that she called her boyfriend Eddie. She guaranteed me as soon as he got off work he was coming here to kick my ass. Now Eddie is a type of guy who would pick up his friend late from work because he was trying to get some action. Angie is the type of girl who generally only does something because she has to, wants to, or it benefits her in some form or another. So basically these two make-out partners are just plain selfish. That night I found out seven people pretended to be my friends for 5 months straight. Only 1 person other than my girlfriend at the time had no problem with me because she had actually taken the time to get to know me. I got home physically unscathed that night, but the next day of school rolled around and I had at least five say that they heard I broke some girls arm off and her boyfriend is gonna jump me. I talked to Angie online later on and she basically told me she didn’t love Eddie at all, and she just wanted fun. I talked to him in the presence of one of those freakishly calm school mediators (I swear, the guy had to be on morphine or something). I handed Eddie the AOL conversation I printed out and he called off the threats and agreed this whole thing was stupid as fuck. Really quick before I go, the night I Angie’s arm and the rest of that school week, no bruises showed up, no swelling occurred, and she was actually waving her arm at me in anger the night I supposedly twisted it. Basically she's a fucking liar, who used her friends to get what she wanted, Barbara and I kept dating but we just didn't hang out with her friends as often as before. Go fuck yourself Angie, don't worry you wont get pregnant you stupid whore, you need a man to do that. I'm out for now, later people.

.: Posted by :.   ]_udic]-[ris

.: 08.14.03 :.

.: My Life :.

It's about 5 a.m. and I have no clue why I'm still up. It's been 3 nights like this where for some reason I don't want to sleep, even if I wanted to I can't. Don't get me wrong I'm having fun looking back on some cool memories. I'm remembering back when I used to play soccer, best damn sweeper (center defensemen) I knew. Only sweeper I knew who can pull a hat trick (hat trick: take the ball from the goal zone and dribble/kick the ball past the half line to the opposing teams goal and score with out passing the ball). I miss soccer, and if I didn't have so much school work I would join a team. I'm now recalling when my grandfather (may he rest in peace) gave me my first LEGO set when I was about 5 years old; I still have the pieces... it was a plane from the LEGO "Town" set. It's lonely being an insomniac so I turned to fireworks. That's right it's 5 a.m. and I'm setting off fireworks on my front door step. I don't know why my parents haven't woken up yet. I don't know why the neighbors dog stopped barking at me, and I don't care. I realize I'm rambling and I want to apologize for that... but I don't give a shit. My garage has become the chill place. People call at random and ask to come over at random and chill for no reason. It's cool I like it like that, it's like my friends all have two houses, and they all like the second house better. That's about it... I'm off to go take a few sleeping pills in attempts to get some rest.

.: Posted by :.   ]_udic]-[ris  [04:56:42 am USA Eastern Standard Time]

.: 07.31.03 :.

.: My Life :.

My life has been pretty un eventful up until now. I got a girlfriend now, she's 17 and she skates, plays video games, and is real fun to chill with. She's hot as hell to; she's an "exotic" dancer (exotic in this context means of a sexual nature), great smile, great body, and she has a real wild side to her if you get my drift. I'm really happy with my life now, like every Saturday me and like 7 of my friends will go to a show. Afterwards we'll head over to this mall and sit on this huge bridge over this lake. We'll just swap stories and talk about whatever is on out mind, and not a soul is around. Its fun as hell, and I also drove up to warped tour at the Pompano Amphitheater with my friends Michelle and Josie. By the way, I didn't know you can get a sunburn on your head. We were there all day; we saw my new favorite band the Dropkick Murphys, Story of the Year, Rancid, and a few other bands. Afterwards we were waiting for our ride and I met these girls. The asked me where the Park was and I pointed to the Activity Map behind me and this chick Amber (she's cool) said, "You're smart, I think you should get a prize, here is my screen name," and she handed me a pre-cut piece of paper with her name and screen name on her printer paper. She had been handing them out to random people all day for no reason but nobody believed her it was her real screen name. I talked with her and her three friends. These chicks looked hot and were kinky as hell; they had all kissed one another more that once and all of them were straight. I got all four chicks screen names and they all left wanting to make out with me (I didn't kiss them because I have 3 rules which I live by: Never lie about something important, Never talk shit about someone behind their back unless you would say it to their face, Always stay faithful). I came back from warped tour with some awesome memories, a great tan, and four hot chicks screen names... I hope they have a web came wink. I have moved into the garage, it's great because I got a DVD player and a Digital Camera for my PC and a bunch of songs to listen to out there also. I come out for internet and cable TV. That's pretty much everything, oh... by the way I had a party in my new room (SKATE-AHOLICS ANONYMOUS), it was fun a bunch of skaters showed up and we all chilled and swapped tricks and ate pizza and told stories and stuff. That was one kick ass party.

My new room displayed in a four picture panoramic view along with a list of furnishings

.: Posted by :.   ]_udic]-[ris

.: 06.16.03 :.

.: My Life :.

So I'm up in Tampa at the University of South Florida, its 14 days before my birthday and I'm helping my sister pack her things for her trip home. We rode up to Tampa in a minivan, a Ford Windstar. This thing was missing everything you need to enjoy a car ride. It was built by the proud automotive engineers that live at your local zoo... that's right, it was built by monkeys. I was had to sit quietly in this thing for a mere six hours... SIX!!! So anyways, we get to our hotel in Tampa. Upon arrival I took the room key, went to our room, went in the bathroom, and proceeded to relieve myself for 10 minutes. WHAT!!! We never stopped on the way up, at least I wasn't fined $150 for public urination. It sucked for me those three days in Tampa. Except around noon each day; that's when I would wake up and go skating. The next day my sister and I went canoeing together not to far off from campus. It's an awesome feeling that comes over you when you are glaring down the back of a eight foot gator, and the gator seems to be okay with it. Before we got in the canoe we told one another that we wouldn't have splash wars (water fight), but on our way back to the docks we had fun soaking one another with our paddles. The next day was tops for me. I got to go skating on campus in every single place that didn't allow skating. I went to the parking garage over by the dorms, and went to the roof in the elevator. It was awesome, I went speeding down five floors so fast my eyes started to water because of the wind. So next I went over to the student services building which was closed for the day except for one single door that was unlocked. I went inside and downstairs to the arcade. It was so cool; I played some darts, a few video games, shot some pool. But I got bored after a while and left, so I headed over to a Dr. M. L. King memorial fountain and as soon as I come out I see like seven 20ft wide satellite dishes. So you know I gotta go check those out, I hope the fence and see they are just radio, cable TV, and internet dishes, so I turn around and I look up and there is a cop staring right at me in his patrol car (like 20 ft away). I bolt cause I knew I had just trespassed. The freaking cop is chasing me in his car (he can't catch me cause I'm a fast little SOB when I'm on my blades). I go over to the Sun Dome (the on campus stadium) and sneak in the back way. I lose the cop but now I got ushers chasing me around this place. It was funny as hell watching the crowd cheer me on (apparently I was more entertaining than the basketball game). I bolt out of there untouched and there is the cop. He had been circling around the place the whole time so I give him the slip. I'm now at the intersection that you have to cross in order to enter my sister's complex. Guess who casually pulls up along side me thinking he has me cornered, the damn cop. I head across to the median and I'm waiting for the cop to pull into traffic, as soon as he does I head full speed the opposite way. As I pass his patrol car I wave at him and he puts his lights on (but no siren). I head into the complex just to the left of where my sister was living. It took me forever but I found the emergency exit and I open the door and boom. I slammed right into the side of a dumpster, I get up only to see the back end of the patrol car turn around and head back out of the parking lot. I hop the fence (wearing my skates... now that's skill right there) and l headed home. That was one of the best times I ever had on my skates.

.: Posted by :.   ]_udic]-[ris

.: 04.16.03 :.

.: My Life :.

For a while my dad had been talking about reclaiming some space in the house. Thursday afternoon he called me from work and said, “Son, either today or tomorrow I am going to bring home some furniture and a bookshelf for you to put your Lego’s on.” We exchanged a few more words that were said with contempt but in a respectful manner. I hung up and immediately began barricading doors; I figured if he can’t get in he can’t touch my Lego base. Right about now most people start laughing so I want to say a few bits… my grandparents gave me my first Lego set when I was five, ever since then I would always get a Lego set every time there was something to celebrate (holidays, anniversaries, birthdays). After every few Lego sets someone would take me to toys are us and buy me a Lego base plate to add onto my Lego base.  I would launch my rockets into the air and race around my floor and all sorts of stuff.  People don’t understand how much it means to me; you can’t have your spaceship take off into space with a shelf above it, or go off-roading when your car is seven ft up from the floor. This sounds a little naive of me but it’s my escape from reality. Everyone has or does something to escape reality like videogames. Some people eat to escape reality, some play sports, and some (me) play with Lego’s. It took me eleven years to build that Lego base, and before I was forced to put it on the bookshelf it was five feet long and seven feet wide (for all the math wizards out there that’s equal to thirty-five square feet). Now my Lego’s are just sitting there on display, not to be touched just looked at. During boyhood, all the kids bragged they had the biggest Lego base (unless you were that one kid who had the doll collection). Later on in life this bragging changes to who has the biggest penis or who has the biggest hummer (depending on your age group).
    Friday afternoon, I walk in the door and there are the bookshelves; and just to the left sat three sky-blue couches. It took so much energy, which I didn’t have to control my anger. I wanted to tear the place apart, and I could have because the lawn service left their machete (that’s a three foot long blade used to hack paths through forest) at the house and it was out in the garage. By the way, that room the sky-blue couches were in… its color scheme is wooden. Back to my point; my dad says he is doing this for me, which is a lie because he said he is reclaiming his space back in the house. I told him I appreciate the thought but I don’t want him to do a thing for me except be my dad. Since I had my anger under control all I could do was cry. I sat on the most uncomfortable couch in the world and I cried; and people still don’t understand how much my Lego base meant to me. That night I had plans with a friend I met at a party, so I called her up a little later to get her address. Thirty seconds into the call she says to call her back in ten minutes because her brother needed the phone. About fifteen minutes later I call her up and her brother says she just left with Carol’s mom. I said ok and hung up; what the heck we had plans and who in the world is Carol’s mom?  To top if off I have like three friends I hang with a talk to on a somewhat regular basis. All of my other friends apparently think they are too good for me or are busy with their new friends who that they barely know. Sunday night at about 11:40 my mom for the first time says to me,
    “You keep up this attitude and you’re going to boot camp.”
     “You know mom, boot camp would suck for me but it would give me the discipline you desire; so if you want to make me into a slave and take away my individuality, they send me to boot camp. I have to finish this so good night mom, see you in the morning.”
    I gave her a hug and a kiss and finished putting my Lego’s on display. My life is definitely in the pits and I don’t enjoy going rollerblading or the taste of steak as much as I used too. So let’s see… a childhood memory of eleven years was crushed in the process of loosing all but 3 of my friends as my mom debates whether or not to send me to boot camp, I don’t want to be a killjoy so any chance to have fun I get, I don’t talk about myself, instead I just chill and make jokes and laugh. No matter how tuff things get I will always use humor to get me through it.

.: Posted by :.   ]_udic]-[ris

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