At peace :-)

------ Memo ------
I just realized. You aint all that. I'm happy now. You's kinda "not for me". It isn't that good kind either. Its that "eh......not so nice" kind. I'm kinda appalled now. At myself. I'm sorry, I'd like to be friends again and that's it. Really. No relapse. I promise. :-)

I got bad news today. I might have to end my track career until after surgery. And that's not good. I might have re-torn my rotater cuff. And if I did, I won't be pleased. I hope its just rust on my shoulder or a strain so I can resume working and working out. Otherwise.....f*ck. :-(

Rob and I are about to get back to recording. YEAH BOY! HOB, B*TCH!!!!!! :-)

These mosquitos aint no ho. All over everywhere. Buying me and stuff. I'm not too pleased about that.

I realized I like light skinned ckicks. Idk why. They just seem prettier. Hmmm.....idk. That might make some people not pleased. Some darker skinned females, lol. Sorry. If your darker than me......idk about that, lol. Maybe because all the darker skinned chicks I know are just f*cked up, huh? Lol. I'm not gonna name any names.

I just got a good idea. I'm starting a new blog. As in, i'm going to stop using this one. The new one will be happy. Like a rebirth....2.0. Lol. Reborn again....yeah, I like that. But for my last post, I just wanna say thanks, and with that I'm out.

@>-->--*DirtyRose

Hate-more.

This is my entry. This is all.

Well, you played me for a fool, a heart wrenching tool/
One of these dudes whose compassionate, too much cord on my spool/
i'd get down on short notice, and be the 5th leg on your stool/
But, while I was kneeling/
You were reeling/
Back to where you came from, which I thought was the ceiling/
You, on that angel stuff, I thought you had wings/
But those must have been differnt things/
Like how your doing nothing, but your flying in a dream/
Like a mirage in some steam/
Instead of bullets, a beam/
Like dance party, except with a holloween theme/
You spooked me, scared me/
Then tied me up, and wasn't there for me/
But no matter how many times you cried and walked the path of the beat and broken/
When it came to pay the tool, I would always pitch the token/
But the time is drawing near, for these words to be spoken/
"look here, don't talk to me, when its on your tears and fears your choking"

1, 2, 3.....4.

3:36 am.
I'm wide awake.
Today was a debacle to say the least. I planned: to go to Great Lakes Crossing @ 9am with my cousin, then probably around 2, go to my ex's grad party, and then swing around a local tattoo parlor. INSTEAD: I didn't leave my house until 2PM, and my cousin ended up not going to great lakes crossing, hence me not being able to go to my ex's grad (Rochestor Hills is too far away to go, unless I am in the area), AND my day was just down. Its partial my fault, because after I found out my plans fell through (for the 2nd straight day) I kinda shut down my "happy zone" and was kinda mopey. Yeah I ended up acting like a jerk in the end. :-/

I did however make out with 2 gifts. This Mario Mushroom shirt :-) AND

This cool ass Chuck Norris shirt. Lol.

I owe my cousin an apology. I'll do it tomorrow before she leaves. Maybe next weekend won't fall through (Pittsburgh for the weekend to pick her <my cousin> up) she has a convention, called Cav Canem? (sp) all I know is only 50 ppl or around that # get accepted, and she got accepted. So bravo to her.

I can't get this taste out of my mouth. I made a nice biggun bowl of Rice Krispies, and dug in. "why does this taste kinda fruitish? Not so milky." low and behold I smelled the bottle, and although the "throw out date" is tomorrow, (the 22nd) the milke was awfully sour and bad. I wish I had not looked. I was half way swallowing, when I read.....I violently vomitted all over my grandma's garbage can. Muy delicioso.

I was supposed to go to a shock game Friday....to watch the lovely and very attractive Tammy Sutton-Brown of the Indiana Fever, play the Shock. Indiana won, and TSB has 10pts and 9 rebs, with 1 block....so its like a double double. (I predicted one Friday and Sunday) She is Bad as heck (for a basketball player). If I knew her, and didn't just tweet her.....I would not be single. :-)

I have the best Twitter trio of friends. Katherine D (@jjlola) Kyra (@kyra028) and Andrea (@ampersandrea) are the nicest and coolest people I know....on twitter. Lol and (@ampersandrea) is a graphic designer, so if you need something sketched...toss some dough and she will draw something cool as heck....she is drawing a tat of mine after all, wouldn't just leave that to any body. Lol.

Ya know what bothers me? People who don't unfriend you on things (like Facebook) but won't answer you ever. Texts, Facebook, twitter, etc. Like "The Pretty one"'s friend, and Danae Florias, and Kelsey Elliot. Acting stupid as hell for no reason. Smh :-/ just say "I don't wanna talk to your ass, you're annoying" and I'm gone. But not saying anything when I say hello? Whatever.

I was asked to hang out tonight by Miss Dick Berries :-) woulda hung out with her, Kieona, and "Miss Pretty" but alas, I'm on the eastside for tonight. So no hang outs for me.

I still feel very sick to my stomach, from that milk. Ugh.
I'm gonna watch the end of "Cowboy Bebop" and "Big O" so like until 5am, then I'm going to bed.

"out the front door, 2 fingers and I peace"

@>-->-->*DirtyRose

My Insides....

i feel like im dying....like i wanna just crap all over everything :-(
peee-yew!
where is my axe? gotta smell this b*tch up like an Orange. lol
but really this isnt a game....i think im dying. omg.

found my favorite song from "Afro Samurai: The Game"



yeah guitar riffs out of this world.

i also like this



just because its a weird song. listen to it with the lyrics...you'll be like...wtf? lol

lately, i wanna take responsibility. cleaning my room, doing the lawn, dishes, leaves, etc. and idk why...
maybe its because i wanted to be seen as more of adult. ....and because i need money for tats and school. lol.

my friends are my friends...and i have developed an attraction to someone i shouldnt have one for. she is probably a bit younger...well not probably. i just dont wanna be like....yeah...not good.

my trail behind "miss pretty" as i will call her from now on, is drawing to an end, due to the fact i cant read her from afar, and the fact she really wont let me close again....eh....life has balls for you to get kicked in....shoulda wore a cup. lol

i am getting another tat, besides "tu tat de familia". i am getting a french one on my right shoulder/collarbone. it will read "C'est La Vie"...which is "Such is life" thats the way i live now. no more real lamenting. because thats stupid stuff.

i want a different backround besides this just normal black backround.....its so bland and sad....kinda like me :-O

"My Chippy" is such a peaceful song......idk why...but it makes me feel better.... :-)

i'm pretty much done for now.
Robot Chicken is on repeat.

i will add this though....that list of girls i like hasnt changed much.....maybe add one on...take one off...mmhmm....

and this....instrumentals make me wanna be fully tatted....idk why....

so otherwise......peace

@>-->-->--*Dirty Rose

Wrong on so many level, xcpt the last

Great day yesterday, real talk didn't even do sh*t really.
"Whatever happens in Vegas, Stays in Vegas......except for herpes...that stays with you forever" (funny ass stuff)

Rob aka Bobbito-Ones aka "Rob, Bob, and Slob" and I hung out....for the whole day. Like from like 12 to 2. (PM to AM). We hooped until our arms were sore @ my uncles. (not the f*ck up one, because that would mean we hooped @ my grandma's because he is too stupid to save his money so he can move out of his parent's house and get a damn job. That's right, I ho-ed that n*gga....AND?) then we left to go to my grandma's and just chilled out. Rob witnessed me choke away 2 games of 2K9 online....smh, to that last game esp....clevenland's ho ass team. Anyways, we then left for Southfield so Rob could get funky fresh, then went to the paladium.

(They had more chaldians and arabs in Birmingham @ night than a Saudi Arabian POW camp. its wrong, but I'm not fond of chaldos, hence my lack of chaldean friends. Males = because they mock African American culture OR they they invented it OR because they date black chicks <I'll get back to this one in a few> OR all of the above. I hate the females because of their fathers and brothers. Oh, let a sand n*gga man date a n*gga chick, but switch the sand to the other sex, and they will crusade on your ass, believe me from experience. And that's not just my thinking (or experience), my grandmother, nary a racist done in her body, believes that to be true and I realized all of this before she told me she knew that already. That's why I don't talk to agatha (...besides the fact she hates me for ho-ing that b*tch), rachel kassa, or any of the chaldo female. Ya'll shady. )

Anyways back on point. We saw "The Hangover", which I would give it a 9 1/2....outta 5. It won't top "Freddy Got Fingered" in my book, but sh*t was funny.

"Card reading isn't illegal....its just frowned upon....like masterbating on an airplane"

Last night I had a cold shiver up my spine and was reminded why I should become "The Turtle" (thank you for allowing/helping me to name it, Constance). My "underbelly" (or niceness/kindness) won't be taken advantage anymore. Oh I'm sure of that. I'm flipping over slowly, day by day, on to my "hard shell" (or calous-ness, meanness), and when I flip, I will stay this way. The only ones who won't feel that winter, are those under me. The ones who are nice and care. Them n*ggas. Otherwise, "peace, n*gga"

I came back here and realized I hadn't said why I got the shiver. It was because, someone told me I made them have a good day. I don't like hearing that stuff, B. Because if you have any friends, they should be able to do that too, and by no means am I a great friend. I'm a marginally good one who won't sell you out. That's about it. The reason why it was a cold shiver was because that scares me. Because although I am there for people for than I need to be, I'm not there ALL the time, and I'm sure most people won't f*ck themselves up, it still scares me alittle.

Someone didn't call me in the morning like they said they would.... :-/

Someone needs to "cool it, B" before I REALLY hurt them feelings. She knows who it is. Don't come @ me like you don't know me, because I'll make you wish you didn't, with your bone thin, no t*tty havin, ditzy ass. That's all for this right now.

Oh yeah, memo to me....
"Stop playing music on your phone until you wake up, it doesn't help @ all and just drains my battery"

But, I think I'll attempt to get ready, so "out the screen door, 2 fingers and I peace."

@>-->--*DirtyRose

See this is why.....

I didn't want to be honest with all of you people. Now most of ya'll won't say sh*t to me. Yeah, that kinda annoys me....except minus kinda. Yeah, that sh*t really bothers me. A lot. Very much so. It shows how much of a friend you were, or maybe just the fact you were in awe, of a mirage or a farce personality. Idk exactly how to say it, but if your halfway bright, you'll get what I'm saying.

In other news, I told someone something before about a girl who a lot of people know and myself. I said "BETWEEN YOU AND ME" before I said anything.....and during our conversation, low and behold, I look on my twitter account....and can only frown because, everyone who was not supposed to see it, did see it. And she was questioned about it. Now that girl and I don't talk much anymore. Uncanny? I think not. Kinda annoyed but.....whatever, I should have expected it.

Now, EVERYONE has a twitter. Sportscenter, Fox Sports Net, The OKC Thunder, almost every sports athlete, hell, even my teachers have one. Akwardness much? I think so.

I tried to cut this pimple off my face.....I need some1 else to do it for me, because I stop when it hurts. That's how I can get tattoos, because I'm not very tolernt of pain I cause on myself, that's why people are surprised that I used to cut. Yeah....it look like 4 hours, lol, because I'd just stare @ the cutting item (scissiors, knife, letter opener, etc.) I know, I'm laughing about this, because its funny and sad.

I'm gonna get going, cause I don't have much to say right now. So, ttyl?

@>-->--*DirtyRose

Unprepared to be surprised

For 1st time, I'm my life, I was in a huge huge awful dump, over a girl I had not dated. Never before had that happend. I was just.....idk, sad, hurt, pissed off, etc. I couldn't explain why a chick I had no relationship with (except for being friends, which now isn't even working because she won't really talk to me) could make me hate myself that much. I call it "Where's my Chippy?" after "Tim and Eric" I couldn't find my problem. And I was starting to freak out. "Chip Chip! Chip Chip!" I had panic attacks. I started crying unexplainably. My father actually came and checked on me, that's how bad it was. I didn't get why I was so mad, and sad. "Chip Chip"!

So today, I decided to accompany my father to work today, as opposed to stay in the house for the 3rd day straight. I went to campus martius, got my breakfast, after an extensive conversation about white people to my father's secritary. (I <3 that woman) after sitting in campus martius for a min, my head began to swim. I thought deep, and realized: "This b*tch wasn't anything to me" (not that she is a b*tch, but those were my exact thoughts.) I realized, I hurt myself thinking about someone who didn't think nearly about me. I realized that this chick who is showing my affection really must be someone who is there for me, even if my trusted friend says she might be with someone, and everyone sees her as kind of a bimbo. I don't, and that's what matters.

Then it happened.
*guitar chords play*
"I'm Not gonna say, did you ever stop to think along the way".....a song on my phone that got me singing.
"To Be Surprised" by Sondre Lerche
"The Weight of the world and the hurt and the dirt, can make you disturbed, but I heard, but I heard" then the chorus starts, and I just start singing
"when I wrap my arms around you, every mistake crumbles, when I wrap my arms around you, everything echos a new song" and I just belt out the rest of the song. In public. Not caring. Just singing, eyes closed. Then I realize. I'm set free. I'm happy. WHEEEEEEEEEE!!!!! I just let go. I'm smiling right now. I bet I looked like a flat idiot. But I didn't care "There's my Chippy!!!!"

Maybe I looked like an Idiot, but I was happy. Really? "AB-So-Lutly"

Hell I just have money to a street man......I never do that.... I'm high, or something, lol.

I love myself. I'm happy.
I just made my own day. :-)

@>-->-->--Dirty Rose, out.

I Saddend Myself

actually, i more along the lines hurt myself, which makes me sad...which is the same thing.
i wish i didnt have these morals.
that "i cant have intercourse with a girl unless i date her", and if i dont go by it, i feel awful. sure i act like "hell yeah, i got all up in that" but really.....i feel like crap. because really that means i had no feelings for her...but i had feelings for her vagina.....well...technically...i did have a feeling...but that was in it...but whatever.

i also wish i didnt have that thing where "i cant date you because i know and have befriend-ed your ex and i respect him". man.....those are the best girls. all of them. those ones that i respect someone else which keeps me away from them....and it makes it really awkward to talk to them now. especially this latest one. thats why i was hesitant to say hello to her....eh...

"sometimes the only way around it, is to cry it out" - A Friend.
i hate that phrase. so much. because crying is for hoes. real talk. i can understand crying because you lost a big game. or crying because you lost your family. but crying because you dont understand something? no...not at all. but low and behold....
2 days before and yesterday...what was i doing...by my definition, i was "acting like a ho" for most of the day. but i know why now.

"The weight of the world
And the hurt and the dirt
Can make you disturbed
But I heard, but I heard
When I wrap my arms around you
Every mistake we made crumbles
When I wrap my arms around you
Everything echoes a new song " - Sondre Lerche

i miss love....alot...i miss being loved. i miss loving someone. i miss being envied by the people in the crowd. i miss the "Get A Room, Ya Saps!!!" i would attract, due to our PDAs. i miss that. and i cant find it. f*Ck all this "let love you" because it isnt coming. and it annoys me. people mistake my overbearing care for annoyingness. i guess maybe....Jokes on me....and Life Was Telling Me A Joke...yeah a Joke.

*slaps himself*

Whatever.....I cant stop the Rain.....and i really dont know...if i want too anymore.

I'm Back.

I took alittle bit of a hiatus to find myself. I did find myself...and then I lost myself. Just awful. I did find something out today. I'm a liar, and hypocrite. I have a tattoo on my right arm that reads "The Highminded man must care more for the Truth, than for what people think" which means "don't lie". I lie about things. Very simple things "what school do you go to?" "are you doing all you can to better yourself?" "do you contribute to your family's wellbeing?" etc. I am not going to lie anymore. Not going to. I can't. I realized that I could lie to someone, and they could 1) fall in love with my fake self, and hate my real self or 2) they could die and then I would have not told them the truth about myself, thus them not knowing the real me. And I'm affraid of that. It might seem real selfish but, just think about it: would you want the girl/guy you secretly love to die (or you die) before they really know how much you really feel about them. I know, that might not seem on point to you, but it is.

For starters, I'm sorry to my family. Even the ones that don't deserve it. I'm espcially sorry to the ones who I hurt who are there for me, like my grandmother. I love her to death, and I will probably smother myself when she dies. She means that much to me. I'm sorry to my father too. I'm sorry I'm a f*ck up. Very sorry. I'm sorry I didn't get into a 4 year institute, and am just a hole in your pocket.

I am: Fletcher Sharpe. I attend Oakland community college. I am a 19 year old, contimplating quiting school, and chasing a false dream of track and field glory while putting in little to none of the work. I am (in a short word) a fraud. I weave a mess of lies around myself to make people think something about me that isn't true. A false sense of people liking me.....or not liking me. Most people who dislike me, dislike the false me. Not the real me. If you knew the real me, you would probably just be normal. I act like I don't care if you care, but I do. I act tougher.....because when I don't know what to say I have to act like a hardass. I hate it but I built up this wall so that no one will question me.

So, since I'm being honest, I felt the need to get this off my chest, I say I like a lot of girls, but I don't. really in my book
, its a few. More than you'd expect, but still. This is my list of girls I am (still slightly/moderately/very much so) attracted to. I won't describe why, you can ask me that, when you want...if you want): India S, Melissa Cole, Artina T, Meilani W (shocker), Olivia Klien (real shocker), Rachael Peck (albiet, she's now a lesbian) Amanda F, and Marty Watson (although she kinda broke my <3). Her friend Deanna is someone I'd like to get to know, too.

Ok, I know some of you are only reading this, so you can find out what my new tat is (Artina). Its gonna be a heart on my arm, like a forearm tat. And it would be a heart. And the middle would be the definition of "Family", while the perimiter would be family in different languages. (English, Tagalog<which is Filipino>, Belgium, French, Hungarian, Italian, Japanese, Chinese, and Spanish. Below is a diagram of what it might look like. Give me another language that you think would be better if you have good advice for me.

But, I'm done. So I'll talk to ya, abit later. Thanks if you read this. <3 you, really.

HOB up,
Out
Like
Trout.

"You Lost One....." (revised)

Well I had a nice post to enter today. It was gonna be about me giving up track for Korfball. Besides the cool name, it looks like a mix between Basketball with out a backboard, Lacross with the behind the net action, and hand ball with the no dribble movement. You play with what looks like a soccer ball. Looks wicked hard, but fun. I'll revisit this.

So this chick, Kelly, was about to give me her #. And I goofed that up. I said "if you wanna, that's up to you. Better yet, I'll send the ringer to your email address." yeah, that was a gaff. So I got another chance with this 20 year old and it happened. I got her #. She's cute. Looks a lot like Rashida Jones. And I have a major crush on Rashida Jones. Ugh I know. Sad. Anyways. So this girl was my friend, or so I thought. Come to find out, she was being super "Pontius Pilate" about it. (that's my good Friday cheer) she pretty much just blasted me. Calling me "creepy", and "odd", and "stalkerish". Hmm, you gave my your # and email address to talk to you. I only emailed you when I couldn't make it to class. I never called you, and texted you once, to say "hello! :-)" (I remember because it was 2 days ago, and that's how I greet all girls virtually) but I'm a creep and a stalkerish? Ok. Ya know what, f*ck you. Yes, I mean that. Dirty ass, skank ass, nasty h* dirty motherf*cker. That's some SUPREME H* SH*T. We are in COLLEGE, YOU ASS. If you have one problem that's fine. But if its continuous, tell me dammit. Then I'd stop. But to continue to say sh*t, and act like nothing is wrong.....f*ck is wrong with you? Ugh. Whatever. I'm through with it. Dirty....ugh. And the chick who told me? She can go f*ck herself too. Fat ass wanna be cute looking hoochie wannabe ugly b*tch.......yes I'm that annoyed. This went on for a YEAR. So you couldn't have told me this first semester so I wouldn't have to deal with this Bullsh*t. Ugh.

Anyways, back to Korfball. It looks fun. Like real fun. Like I might recruit your ass to come play it with me. Over in Belgium or the Netherlands. Or where ever. Be heros and sh*t.

Ok, I'll make this brief. I am appologizing for a previous post. Although I am still alittle annoyed about, not that much but enough, I shouldn't have been super candid. Although, the person still was in the wrong, as was I. That's all I'm saying on that front. And if you don't accept it.......that's your fault, cause that's about as good as it will get.

I'm mad still (from the recent incident) but whatever. I'm gonna sleep on it, then get to going on this power point.

HOB UP!!!!!!

P.s: you know who I'm talking about.
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I Was Raped.....With Words.

ok, first things first.
i said before, so i'll say it again.
i am a laid back dude. super laid back.
but if i get pissed off, i'm not gonna show it. i'll blog about it
then i'll be fine....*AHEM* someone knew this, and still chose to exhibit some kinda of ire, albeit not
big on my page.....its cool....ANYWAYS.....

I faked my last class of Photo....glad thats overwith.

I love instrumentals......


and




for some reason i cant stop listening to them.....

ok, im sure you're wondering about the title.
today, i was @ Caribou Coffee just eating, nothing too big. chips and some pretzels.
so as i walked in, there was this cute chick who was sitting @ a table, and an old man sitting about 2 tables way. i sat in between them. as soon as a sat down the lady smiled nicely, and packed up immediately. she whispered "thank you", and jetted away.....i was baffled...thought she was being sarcastic.... the old dude turned around and said "have a nice day, ma'am" she kinda hurried off and didnt say anything.

he turned to me and was like "she isnt to friendly, huh?"
me: "ha, yeah probably a bad day"
man: "so you come here often?"
(ok i shoulda know right then this guy is a creeper, but because he was old, i kinda just let it alone. )
me: "uh not so much, maybe after school"
man: "oh school, your a student?"
me: "yes sir"

then he left me alone for like 30-40 min. i was busy digging up instrumentals



then all of the sudden,
man: "oh, do you mind if i have some pretzels?"
me: "sure"

dude went to work on my pretzels.
then my hand hit his by accident.
i didnt look him in the face....its kinda like the urinal rule...
you dont look someone in the face there....but whatever.

then about 5 min later
man: "so do you have a girlfriend?"
me: "excuse me?"
man: "you seem like an attractive young man"
(i noticed just then he was no sitting @ my table, and kinda closer than i would have liked)
man: "so you dont?"
me: "i dont really think thats any of your business, sir"
man: "oh come on"

then i walked away, and bought something (A Hot Apple Blast)
and saw he was glancing @ My Laptop.....

Me: "Oh Hell No......"

so i faked a phone calle by playing my ringtone loud as heck ("RootZilla Beez" ~ BY DJ RastaRoot....yes Rob, i did do that), and sounded mad.

packed up my stuff and left with out a word.....
boy....WTF?

then i told my cousin what happend.
like most good cousins she blurted it out loud.....in front of all my co-workers....
great...work will be awesome thursday, ugh.....

well.....im off to do god knows what.....moral of the story
"Dont wear headphones infront of old men.....its f*cked up"

HOB UP!!!!1

p.s: "REEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEDD BUUUUUUUHHHHHHLLLLLLLLLLLLL" Yes Man is funny....

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What the F*ck?!?!?!

I hate math. So much. It isn't funny. Not anymore, atleast. I am boarderline FAILING math. I just freaked before the test today and forgot the whole chapter. It was awful.

(this eastern European lady keeps lookin @ me...she's cute. Except for that accent. Sounds like one of those evil chicks off of James Bond. That aint cute...nope)

If this whole dating thing don't work, I will seriously go to E-Harmony. That will work. I'm sure of it. I just don't like paying. That's too much money. Almost like mail-order bride. Ugh. But its better then getting sh*t on by random hoes. Like the possibility that this chick who I met @ state through a friend, could possibly open up heaven and "Holy Sh*t" on "Mah Fayse!" but riddle me this though: "if when your name is brought up, and the girl/boy smiles and doesn't say anything, then what does that mean?"

I am a legit 4.4 guy.....when I am healthy and not bloated from food. I found a speed camp. Guy trained Braylon Edwards, Larry Foote, and almost all the other Detroit area football players. Coach Muhamed introduced me. The guy was super tough on me. Excited about my vert though. I impressed him. :-)

I am a sports fan, so I won't comment on the NCAA championship tonight. All I will say is, congrats to who ever wins, and great season to who ever doesn't. I will add that Tyler Hansbrough is a f*cking tool, who does his hair before games. Ass clown.

But I'm out. This post was quick.
I told you I won't be on here so much. School is building up, I need summer courses, I need to condition more for track, etc. Maybe more and more. Ugh.

HOB UP!!!!

P.s: AMP Energy: Lightning (lemonade) is great. Its my pick me up. I need it. I'm depressed.

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RootZilla Beez

What I learned at Michigan State: your bike can be f*cked and STILL chained to the bike rack.

I had a good weekend. Whether it was intended to be like that or not. Rossi is my best (male) friend. I owe him. A lot. I shoulda just stayed with him to begin, like I planned. I really think I bothered him, a lot. Felt kinda like an ass. The only thing that I could say went wrong is the fact I took my laptop, so I left my charge cord. Dumb, I know. But hey, we had fun watching netflix videos. I passed out around 4. Someone had the nerve to think I was gonna walk over to the place @ 2 in the morn. Yeah, I already don't know where the hell I'm going. Rossi is a 2nd semester transfer, so he doesn't really know where he is too much. That futon in there is nice. Anyways, Nury's weird self didn't tell me she had a bf. So, she invited me over to her dorm....with her bf.....no, I'm fine thank you. I had to bust out my tigger slippers. Uh huh!

My meet was not so great. My 100m was just plain ass awful. My 200m was better but I ran out of gas near the end of it.....NO JUICY! (Robert). I saw my ex. She was looking kinda cute. Kinda. She still had that look, like..."wtf?", but she did recognize me first. And she did go away, then come back to talk. It was kinda cute. I did ho her.... Thrice. She got me back though, so it was good. She wouldn't help me up, stating that I was walking, even though I had wrecked my groin. Its because I have high pain tolerance. But whatever. I think I ran a decent 200. Best of the year. I know that. Because it was outdoor. Psh, haha.

I'm still kinda steemed about how Friday went down, but w/e. That's life I guess. Thanks, Rossi. Hell of a weekend.

I'm gonna go back to bed.

HOB UP!!!!

P.s: I THINK I might have found a girlfriend.....Spring Arbor?

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Awesome, seriously

"best day of 2009" haha, no. Today was like one of the worse days ever. Thanks to the person I was rooming with. That had to be one of THE worst decisions ever. I can't feel my hands. Had to pee outside in like 30 degree weather (plus the wind blowing factor). Was not allowed into the room, by the person I was supposed to be staying with, because I couldn't walk like a mile and a half in like 45 minutes. Mind you, a mile and a half not knowing where I am. But whatever, I'm happy. Hanging out and doing the original plan. With my bff, Alex Francis Rossi. :-). Watching movies on my Netflix, and just eating pizza. "OMG, did you see that nipple?!?" ~ Rossi. I'll update on this later.

P.s: thanks, Sib

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Wow......

Today sucked so bad, its not funny. Nor is it over. First off, I went to bed way too early yesterday (6PM), because I didn't feel too well. Then I woke up @ 11PM, and decided "lemme watch TV and get ready". Took a shower, all that. I was all clean, daper looking. Hair picked out, FRESH. (yes I can look, fresh. Its a matter of whether I want to). Then I decide to rid myself of "body hair" with the exception of facial and head hair. Yes, that includes the groin, arm pits, and butt/gooch/taint region. It was a failing success. Worked because the hair is gone. Failed because now I have razor bumps on my groin. Trust me, they are razor bumps, nothing else. I've seen the others. Then I was shaving part of my facial hair (to maintain my "none on front, a lot on bottom" beard, if you wanna call it that) when my father kicks in the door. Startles the hell outta me. Razor cuts deep into my chin. So now, here I am, shirtless, bleeding, trying to hold up my towel. My dad laughs and walks out. Idk why he did it. I just know he did, and that was a huge d*ck head move. So I band-aid that mug and am on my way. I decided that @ 6:30 am, I would nap until 8:30, then bike to school. Class was @ 10. Thats more then enough time to get to class. Its 9:50 when I wake up. My grandmother is in my room, screaming at me. Mind you, I wasn't @ her house. So she drove all the way from Eastside Detroit/Grosse Pointe to Westside Detroit to virtually just tell at me, and move my room around. So she does this until 10:24, so really now I'm late. So she drops me off there. And I get to class. Yay pop quiz! Not prepared. @ all. So as I am about to take this quiz. My band-aid kinda itches. I figure, I don't feel anymore runniness. Maybe my band-aid has absorbed all the blood. So I get ready to take it off, but winch in pain. You would to if a band-aid was on your facial hair. So a friend asks if I need help. I said sure. As she is about to yank it off, I said nevermind. I only got out "neverm-" blood shot down. All on the quiz, desk and some on her hand. "F*ck" she exclaimed. The teacher go make more copies because 1) he didn't make extras, because he figured that we wouldn't need them, and 2) he was affraid of catching AIDS. Hmm, yeah thanks. I know what that's says about me. Then, we have a stupid ass tornado drill. THE worst safety drill I have ever been apart of. EVER. I'm just gonna leave it there. And my day isn't over yet. Now I got these papers to type. UGH. I better be able to go to this meet, or I will be on America's most wanted.....or something like that.

HOB UP!!!

p.s: my butt doesn't have any razor bumps. (no homo)

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The Sun And The Moon

(started yesterday, March 30th, around 3pm) i realized that I have lost a lot of people as friends, but if you're gonna be flakey and not talk to me, why don't you let me know, so I don't waste time talking to you? Hmmm? Makes sense don't it, Danae? Yeah? Assh*le.

Today was weird. I got accused of verbally assulting a female classmate, when I asked her why she was affraid of me. Yes, because I am terrifying her by asking why she is affraid of me, GTFOH! Then my uncle acts like a supreme ho. I am getting tired of that man, and his child. I have a little brother who I love. I look after that guy. That's my little brother. Don't make my least favorite uncle's son into my little brother. You will get negative responces. Very negative.

(this post continues on to the next morning)

Netflix is awesome. I love it. I especially love the watch instantly feature. "Jackass 2.5" is funny so far. Bam Margera is a puss. I hate him. Steve-O is like my favorite person ever. "Dizzy Boxing" looks like something me and some friends would do. Bam Margera is SOOOO gay. He is flying a kite with his ass. He likes d*cks near his butt, waaaaaay too much. These dudes are so.....wow. Laying on a damn bed of nails. The Agories were drinking their own pee? AND I just saw Bam's penis? Ugh. Dude got shot with a mini rocket...in his ass. Uh-uh!

(and now around 1:20PM)
Its official. I hate all Arabic people. Most Asian people bother me (aside from my kin, the Filipino) and white-black people make me sad. These Arabic people are arguing about the different ways to speak. Someone said something that they didn't understand, and now they are beefing, mad.

I now fully go to OCC. All my paper work cleared. I am probably the only person who does not wanna be @ this school. I am embarersed. But I can't lie. If I did, my tattoo would be a farce ("The High Minded Man Must Care More For The Truth Then What People Think") the people here are just.....its the same as Oakland. Except not as American. I'm surrounded by Full Blown Arabics, The Japenese or Korean, and The Chaldeans. Omg, this so sucks. I'm like depressed now.

I'm done for today/yesterday. I'll have a better one Friday and Saturday. Friday, I'm rooming up @ State with a friend. (No, I will get NO cakes, and I'll be happy with it) then Saturday, I have a track meet. The Spartan Invite. If I actually go, and don't piss people off, I'll have a great entry. And if I don't......you'll just see a lot. Of swearing.

HOB UP!!!!!!!

P.S: I hate people who start in one language then switch mid-sentence when you walk by. Its annoying and f*cked up. Plain and simple.

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Blow Chunks

Yesterday blew. Like I don't know any good aspect of yesterday except from class, where I actually received a really warm welcome, which usually I don't. I just kinda walk in to murmurs. They actually went "Hi Fletcher!" and I was stunned. I felt loved, sorta (aw). It went downhill from there. I missed my English class last week because I was sick. But I ended up showing up @ the end. I forgot I had 2 papers due on friday the 27th of March. I have to finish editing one. The other is just a draft. I didn't do the draft. That's gonna sting in my grade. Ugh. Erica, Doo-Doo Brown's (Darrick) sister, said I should do it in the morn. I don't know if I could do it in the alotted time. I haven't done ANYTHING for it. (update: I didn't. I just went to class, didn't say anything about it)

I want a rose tattoo. But I keep being told by some its gay for a guy to have a rose tattoo, then some say it isn't. Like Kelly, my classmate who resembles Posh Spice (Victoria Beckham), she said its perfectly fine. But then again she asked if it would be in a place to cover it up, which defeats the purpose of most tattoos. Christian, another classmate, said its fine. My cousin said it is. Marty E-Dub said the samething too. Hmmm. My grandma loves orchids. I might get an orchid instead. Hmmmm.

My dad is inviting over another floozy. So I'm @ my grandma's tonight. Kinda pissed about it. I brought my xbox and my laptop. Gonna be playing my xbox if Tim and I don't hang out. Going to see some movies, n*gga!!!!

I need help with my sleeve. If you comment on my blog, tell me what reminds you of me. I need designs for my sleeve (if I ever do draw it)

I shaved my area down there. Its air-rated. So FREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!! :-D

But I'm getting out of the car soon, or napping.....so I'll get back to this.

HOB UP!!!!!

P.s: I won't be on here as much anymore. School is the pits, yo.

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