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27th November, 2007. 10:23 am. The Nonsensible Ravings of the Lunatic Mind

  For some reason or another, Brandon Mayweather and I had to pretend we were siblings for somebody. This person did not believe us, even after we had convinced a group otherwise; Brandon dipped out after the ordeal was over. Though I offered him a Kamel Red, he now wanted to kill me; he hired an assassin, and let him to his job while running to a limo to escape. I instantly ran from the killer; across the building, jumped into a marathon of runners. I came in second, though I started with the stragglers. the 'person' who wanted me dead, rode up in his limo with the assassin, and some masked guys hijacked me. Once in the limo, the assassin pulled out his hidden blade; the spring-loaded knife that pops out into your hand. I dis-armed him fairly fast and efficiently, but he COUNTERED! This was all as we were sitting across from each other in the back of the limo; as he countered me, he repeated a his moves out loud. "grab, flip, twist, artery*on thumb*, cut lower jaw". After this cycle repeated a few times, I figured it out, and started to vary; though I did this, he pulled out another blade and mimicked what I was doing. *Sorta like the sharingan* I soon ripped off his left coat-arm by cutting at it a few times to reveal his final hidden-blade. I pulled out his third and final blade from his left coat and but his thumb off; I immediately went for the bottom of his throat*ya know where that squishy part is on the bottom of your jaw meets your neckline?* then swung behind him and took a knife from him to have one in each hand. Thusly, I put them in his neck and pulled down. *you know the Arena from POP III*. After this I stabbed the driver and he crashed, etc...etc... OH, but as we crashed, the assassin flew out of teh moonroof and fell into an apartment entrance; like shitty-apartment on the corner of a building. afterwards of a few seconds, a whole bunch of white girls ran out screaming and Mayweather came outside like "wtf?"

eh, it's a dream. I have an essay due at 130. fuck YA'LL, i'm doing my essay.

Current mood: Delirious.
Current music: Rush.

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26th October, 2007. 8:20 am.

Well, it's official; I am starting as a Starbucks employee as of Monday the 26th, and I'm a main helper in the Hookah lounge.  *fuck*  lesse what comes up in 1.5 days that I can try to make it to Taryn's party; 'cause, I mean, if I am to be considered reliable to this guy, and keep my 'working 'till 3, getting payed 50$, and asked in Pig Latin, if I smoke reefer and want to join' job, Ill hafta let him know that, which he probably already does.  

   mmm, 5 hours of sleep... good morning STAAR BUUCKS.

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22nd October, 2007. 7:37 pm. Work Work Work

Wow, after 3 months of getting back from the West coast and my uncle firing me from his store, I finally found a job.(s).
    I am working at a Hookah Bar which is open; Wednesday Through Saturday from 7-???
       I am also working at Starbucks, which was the 13th or so busiest in the SouthEast. This job has a random schedule.
We'll see how this goes.

On the other hand, I'll have no time for friends.
    I'm going to Taryn's party; Ill probably be there for Saturday night only; assuming that I can convince the boss-guy named Tamer to give me the night off.  Other than that, there probably won't be anything else I can do in my life 'till I get the hellz out of here.

Current mood: Blargh.
Current music: Scrubs.

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11th October, 2007. 4:07 am. my night

cold out; i think winter is starting soon
    so, tonight was pretty in a few respects.
         here's how shit went down.

  1. I started the night off by playing some guitar hero with Nicole (high-school buddy - present) and Jeremy who's a buddy at CSU of mine.
  2. after an hour or 2, my brother came in to remind us that a new Southpark was on.  we watched contently about how it went on about the biggest shit; I swear people are losing things to talk about.
  3. Jeremy and I agreed to go to the hookah lounge we just got in Columbus; it's called Hookameup.
    • I took Nicole home since her car is in the shop; she didn't want to come along since she is weird about her friends telling her mom or something.
  1. Jeremy and I went there and smoked a hookah.  after a while of talking with one of the employees and a few folks, a hookah was finished.  a few people came by and made random conversation, I got an invite to non-cardage at The Canon Brew Pub by some guy named tyce or tice, however he spells it.
  2. a gay guy named Justin, whom I had met at Hookahmeup once before came by and as he was walking towards Jeremy and I, jeremy remarked at how he doesn't like his flamboyant gayness.
    1. jeremy took his leave after a while at around 12 or so.
    2. one of the guys that originally walked around us and made random conversation had stuck around, and it ended up being Justin(the gay guy) and *whatseisname* from LasVegas, and I.
      1. we sat around our hookahs and talked gay for a bit, quite humorous to add. before big riezi*sp* came by, we were doing just dandy.
        1. she was some big black lady who came from club Club all drunk and shit.  retarded old black lady.  we humored her in listening to her drunken rants and singing of chorus' from bad rap songs.
      2. she kept on leaving and coming back to get spanked by Justin and take drags of our hookah, which she did not know how to do. (w/e)
        1. a random black guy who was justin's acquaintance came up and started talking to us; asked whatseisname and i if we drove, and if he could detail our cars for money.  we said no, but I gave him a few bucks jeremy had given me for his part of the hookah. 
          1. he went away after a while.
        1. miss riezi kept coming back, and ranting, so justin, whatseisname and i went inside.
          1. we talked to Julian, Patrick, and Brie, to name a few folks, for a while, before the gay conversation started back up with Justin, whasteisname and I.
            1. It went from talk of nude portraits to stuff, and back to obscure gay references.
        1. when that was all done and good with, whatseisname made a bad remark about something to offend justin, and i jumped in on a whim.  '
          1. this comment of mine was about the painted glass window of a priest with his hands on a boy's head kneeling towards him.
            1. Justin got offended even more by this and said that he's catholic.(this cracked me UP)
        2. I went on to say, "I repent" and dab a cigarette against the palm of my hand.
THIS IS WHERE IT GETS HILLLAARRIIUUSS!!!!!!!!1 URTIWHEGDIB PSR
  1. Justin went to saying that if I ever do that again, he'll kick my ass; he said something about multiple suicide attempts and such, and how he was still alive.  he also pointed out his recent scars from a grease fire.
          uh,,, blank 432
    OH, other things
justin spoke of how he had powers, how he could have sex with whatseisname without touching him.  he told him to sit back, and close his eyes, and he did some wierd hand-moving-over his body shitte.
    at this point, I think "wow, this guy's a nut-job", in more of the gay sense.
he tried to talk about me and how I had a strong soul that he could sense through his third eye.  when this happened, I thought whatseisname couldn't believe it, or humor it.  he did.  __________________fillwithnext edit.  in the end, he welled up and told me he'd never fallen in love the first, or in our case, second time meeting a straight friend;  we hugged, and he kissed me on the forehead as a sign of affection.


*needs major editing, Ill finish tomorrow.


Current mood: Awed.
Current music: Camel - The Final Encore, Lawrence. & Katatonia - Omerta.

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19th September, 2007. 9:10 pm. ah, migod

So's anyone ever been sitting outside on a brisk night having a pipe?  it's quite wonderful.

    goddamnit; english essay and philosophy quiz tomorrow.  130 and 430 respectively.  hmm, somebody distract me.
school is going well besides philosophy in which I don't really want to study, 'cause the teacher sucks.  he has an atomic clock for class. eh, w/e, Ill do it.

       and to say getting a haircut is a good thing, just doesn't vibe with me.  plenty of folks are telling me it is though.  Ill probably cave sooner or later.  I mean, it's only people i see everyday, and people at Ogliethorpe.

   talking about people at schools, I think I may try to hang out with the 'cool guys' at the Smoking Gazebo at CsU.  should blow over well, but I wanna job to be able to smoke at least, 'cause they'll be fucked up and I won't even be relaxed.
Yeah, I did have a job interview 2 days ago, and I am waiting for Friday when GameStop'll tell me if they are gonna hire me. wish me luck.

well, back to studying.  right after a quick pipe.

Current music: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eF5y-QDuluc.

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9th September, 2007. 1:22 am. sooo...

    Here I am again; I'm sitting after a night at Barnes and Noble.  I find that the size of this city, Columbus, is way to small.  There were some high-school kids and we spoke for a good 2.5 hours about shit.  the conversation size that one can have isn't that great + the size of the city.  I need to get out; if not more often to atlanta more often just to visit, then to stay.

    I have this craaazy plan to go to Ga State.  we'll see if it works, which it should.  it could be an opportunity for me to have learned my lesson about socialization and school.  unfortunately, I could not learn this at Ou, but it took my year at Ou and my year at home to converge the two into a life lesson about how to do shit that I need to get done.  as well as what to do about about people.

we'll see.
'till then,
Later Daze


Current mood: tired.
Current music: Damn Yankees - Mister Please.

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13th August, 2007. 2:27 pm. Where to go, what to do?

   'sup?
      I just declined a job in a growing company called StoneTech Designs; http://www.stonetechdesigns.com/ is their site.  My dad's cousin, Peyman offered me a job his office in Tampa Florida until January; at which point I would have been given a market and product.  with these in my hands, I would be a wholesaler of sorts to sell the product to retailers; a Productions Manager, to be precise. 
 as defined by the BNET Business Dictionary; the Business Definition for: Production Management
  • the management of those resources and activities of a business that are required to produce goods for sale to consumers or to other organizations. Production management is concerned with the manufacturing industry. The growing interest in the production management task in service industries has led to the use of operations management as a more general term.
i held off on that 'till January though; he'll hopefully have a job still.

Current mood: contemplative.

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15th May, 2007. 8:00 pm.

      what should one do?  I think I should go.

   Here's the scenario;  leave July 5 or 6  th  for Vancouver/San Fransisco, and Oregon via HWY1.   This is with my father and step-mom who are leaving august 15.

it'd be amusing beyond reason.  I could skateboard down that really big hill in SanFran.  i could also go to a wedding in Vancouver. 

   I want a Zoingo Boingo, the freestyle pogo.  who's gonna give me one?

Current mood: contemplative.
Current music: Cartoon Network; Ed Eddn' Eddy.

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14th May, 2007. 7:17 pm. So, this is summer, isn't it?

Plans to have a good summer:
      1.   Black people amuse me; so does Kevin Bacon. Watch Beauty Salon and other pleasant movies like it with my mother.
   2.   Work; it gives me money.  Money allows me to do things; and pay for insurance which means I can go places.
3.   Fathers; they are good for many things.  They can give you emotional support, help you do different things, and he's someone to hang out with.
   4.   Pick up the piano again or steal a clarinet to practice.
      5.   Hang out in Columbus.  .  .  that explains itself
   6.  Work ; fuck

Current mood: contemplative.
Current music: America's funniest Videos ; funniest expressions. head gut or groin.

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9th May, 2007. 12:41 am. So, how 'bout that pseudo-social lifestyle you're so used to?

    Now the summer has started; once again the season of perpetual heat and sitting outside of B&N every friday on the strip mall. God Dammit, why must life start and end social standings on such fucked up terms. I used to go to Ogliethorpe every or every other friday. So mussed up. When one leads the life of a man that yearns to see past the 'real' world, why does he have to always look up? my point being that; why do I see past Columbus and Atlanta? Why can't I just look within one or the other, merely to see what lies within it.

        Wither way, Ill figure something out; people will visit, I will visit people. We will meet, Inshallah.

Current mood: Yes?.
Current music: No Money, Musawe, [I'm thinking of] Close Yet Far.

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