We won, stop bitching.
So highline’s homecoming game ended in a fight. The final score was 20-12, Pirate win. Now some evergreen folks are saying “yeah you won cause you guys fight better!” - - You need to shut the fuck up. - - With 30 seconds left, theres not much you can do at the 40 yard line. Getting a touchdown would be amazing, let alone the two point conversion, then you would have to win...
Ok. In the last two days, more than ever before, I’m getting the feeling that I don’t belong at aviation. I feel that people do not like being around me, and I don’t like being around people. I know that for a fact. For my Junior and senior year, maybe even the second half of sophomore year, I will be attending Highline High School. And I can’t wait.
You didn’t see anything.
I'm in the Air.
Look up in the sky, that guy’s fly as a pelican.
I hear all.
I hear you talking behind my back. - - I hear everything, I’m in the air.
I never stop working.
Truth. I may seem like a lazy fuck, but in actuality, I never cease productivity. Whether its bullshit homework, or valuable work like fixing my Impala, I am always getting mine. I refuse to be complacent like last year, and I refuse to give in to those who would like to change me, and make me something I’m not. - - What about you? - - I’m never gonna change. Never. I’ve...
You never expect to get exactly what you want. You think there is a catch, that there is no such thing as perfection. - - Well, perfection is sitting in my driveway.
Kind of a bummer.
So 5 people said happy birthday to me on my birthday. Not including facebook. Next day, 9 people said happy birthday. WTF.
Tomorrow, I am the king. Not of anyone, or anything, but it is my birthday. Don’t give me any shit, just let me rule the day.
The year is '94...
… and my trunk is raw In my rear view mirror is the motherfuckin’ law I got two choices yall pull over the car or Bounce on the devil put the pedal to the floor.
Please stand by
I’m back, I was gone for like, 27 seconds while I picked a new name. Stand by for re-deployment.
Certain people found out this blog exists. I’m gonna have to rename/delete it, so yeah. This storm will pass.
Can't knock that hustle man..
Don’t hate the player, hate the game, gotta love it mayne.
Christine reminding everyone of her birthday, reminded me to remind everyone to remember my birthday. I just want to remin- I mean thank all of you who will say Happy Birthday to me, not because facebook told them, but because they actually remembered.
Short and Sweet.
Girls, just don’t change. That’s all I ask. You are beautiful just the way you are.
Yup. I might bitch a little too much on this. Eh, not to worry. No one reads it! I kid. But seriously, sometimes I go through life repeating that word. What? Seems like some days I can’t get through the day without spacing out. Hell, I even space out when Mr. Kumakura is giving me a longass speech about not spacing out! I don’t like that class, I can’t understand his directions,...
Your mouth runnin’ ahead of you, your mouth do what your legs should do– Chamillionaire. I’m facing hatred daily, I’m sticking my middle finger up, like the feeling is mutual baby.