The Kings Throne

O Hallows Eves

Mon, 25 Oct 2004 19:39:29 GMT

I can’t wait till Halloween. It’s another reason to get drunk on the weekend. My sister and I have decided to buy a bottle of tequila, and dress up as the opposite sex. She said today that she wants to dress up as KKK members, but even for me that’s taking it a little far. I might change my mind though. So if you see a man in a white hood with a picket sign, it’s not a revolution, just a silly nigger. I’d much rather wear a hot pink skirt and get highly inebriated. If anyone else wants to hang out, you’re more than welcome to. A drunken, cross-dressing, Haitian is a great thing, trust me.

Bunsen...let the truth be told

Sat, 18 Sep 2004 18:07:38 GMT

South Africa's passed laws seem to be inculcating (influencing) the staff here at Taravella, we should be beginning to feel like a black male during the mid 60’s in the Republic of South Africa at night; SUBSERVIENT. Subservient to the faculty (teachers not included), which seems to be discreetly taxing us, raping us of our rights, and building tension by trying to scare us with the threat of referrals. The only time I knew liberation of any sort during the caustic hours of being scorched with vocabulary skills, scientific methods, and quadratic inequalities, has now grown to inundate my rights as a student to purchase products as I please and visit parts of campus where I can find solitude from the multitudes. The question I keep asking is: Where is our Nelson Mandela, our martyr, or are we going to have to take "The Long Walk to Freedom" ourselves? The seed for this subversion was planted last school year, with the whole dilemma of trash. From here, this deficient seed soon grew rich in nutrients and sprouted roots. The totalitarian we call our Principle most likely figured the following; "What they don't know won't hurt them." knowing that the new entrants to our school would be ignorant to the fact that their rights were stripped before they even had the chance to familiarize themselves to these rights.

Try walking down the hallway to simply get a book from your locker, you're guaranteed to be harassed by faculty, the result of this flourishing plant of oppression, "Hey, what are you doing by your locker over here?" "What does it look like!? I'm getting a book out of my locker so I don't receive a detention for coming to class unprepared!” Try going out somewhere to be with yourself, you'll be ordered inside with the rest of the cattle. They're setting us up too, putting vending machines in areas of the school where you can be deliberately hassled for purchasing a drink. I went to the now $1.25 (It was one dollar last year.) beverage machine, with two slices of pizza in hand, purchased my overpriced soft drink, the security guard then barks something similar to the following "You know you can't have that pizza in here, and as a matter of fact, you shouldn't even have that Dr. Pepper down here either. "Get into the cafeteria, now." Being the rebel that I am, I responded "Why do you guys even have this overpriced vending machine down here then!?" This prompted him to ask my name, wanting to avoid punishment for questioning authority; I gave it to him with a tone of fear, thinking he has scared me, and was now in dominance, he let me go.

This price inflation of the beverage vending machines was also a mystery to me. I thought it may have been inflation, but realized that would be silly. I consulted "Spanky", I asked him if it was a direct result of greed or inflation or a combination of the two, he seemed to concur it was the combination of our schools capitalist greed and inflation. I did a bit further searching into this, and thanks to Tony, our vending supplier, I found out that all of the students who purchase from these machines are being taxed by our football team and other extracurricular activities .25 cents. WHEN DID WE CONSENT TO PAYING FOR SOMETHING WE DON'T SUPPORT! It's like when George Bush Sr. gave Osama Bin Laden billions of taxpayer’s dollars for the Taliban. IT JUST DOES NOT MAKE SENSE. The fact that we're banned from bringing our own bottled water to school is yet another perfect example of how our own school is working against us. They're trapping us and expect us to accept it.

Oppressions growth will soon be obstructing a beautiful horizon for the students of Taravella in the years preceding mine, unless of course, we do something about this uncontrollably, controllable foliage of subjugation.

So in conclusion, it is up to the underclassmen to become uniform- by putting aside their cultural differences- prune this vegetation of subversion and fight for their right to have access to their locker and have time to themselves, not be herded like cattle into a cafeteria where they'll be restricted and overseen. So in the not-so-subtle words of Zach De La Rocha "Fuck you, I won't do what you tell me! Your anger is a gift."

-Auston Bunsen

uh huh

Mon, 30 Aug 2004 20:20:22 GMT

I guess I haven’t updated in a while, so why not start by doing what everyone else is doing. The new live journal fad. If you want to know what I think about you, ask.

Thanks to the jew named Jill.

Tue, 10 Aug 2004 13:35:17 GMT

School is starting up soon and I couldn’t be any more upset. I really hate school; I think I hate it more than the norm. I think that it’s because I have to. I have no choice what so ever. I can’t wake up, hang out for a while, listen to some music, and then go to school. I have to wake up and get ready for school. There is no question about it, and if I don’t my parents get in trouble, or something gay like that. That’s probably why I’ve been waking up every day past 2 in the afternoon, and not making any effort to find a job. Only because I can wake up a decided what I want to do. Instead of being told.

I’ve started to learn how to play the guitar. I'm going to teach myself. I just need to know what the hell a “hammer on” and a “pull off” is. I’ve been listening to a lot of music with great guitar solos. Jimmy Hendrix, Deep Purple, Bee Gees, David Bowie, Queen, Gun’s & Roses, Red Hot Chili Peppers, Incubus, and Led Zeppelin are amazing. I have such a passion for music, but now I feel as if I can respect it more. Since I started playing the summer hasn’t seemed that bad, and I’m not really worried about what bullshit school has in store for me. Although I should worry.

Officer of the law

Wed, 07 Jul 2004 02:55:25 GMT

If we have not chilled this summer, we have to a.s.a.p. Seems that I will be moving to New York when the summer ends.

I had a really fucked up night. Every thing that could have gone wrong…did.

Kevin Ajay John and I were at Jill’s house getting ready to go to McDonalds. I owed Kevin 25 bucks from earlier in the year and now that I had money I decided to pay him back. I had two fifty’s so I gave him one and was going to get change later. As we were walking to McDonalds a cop crept up behind us. The cop said something about a break in somewhere in my neighborhood and asked if we knew anything about it. We said “no” and he said that he wanted to search us to make sure. We had no problem with it, because we knew this was some racist ass shit. When you’re a minority you learn to deal with stupid shit like cops. So the cop searched us and found two empty bags on John and I. Then he changed his story from a breaking and entering to reports of people smoking. He tried to get on our case and asked us if we were smoking. He said that because the bag smelled of weed that we could be arrested. THE BAGS WERE COMPLETELY EMPTY. He said some other bullshit and tried to take down our numbers. No one would give their parents cell phone number. I personally gave him my sister’s number, because I knew she could handle this type of shit.

The cop knew he had nothing on us so was about to let us go. Only, my mother calls and says she’s on her way. Five minutes later my Haiti-ass mother shows up and flips out. Black people are normally loud, but Haitians are worse. The cop told her all the bullshit he was telling us, and my mother took it, and ran with it.

All of this wouldn’t be so bad if half my family wasn’t visiting from New York. My Grandmother, Grandfather, Aunts, Uncles, Cousins, like a whole god damn family reunion. My mother broke into the house and started her Haitian version of the story.

Translated to English: “You guys will not believe what Jeffrey just did. He’s fighting cops, breaking into houses, and they found him with a bag full of weed. I don’t know what to do with him, I swear I don’t.”

Then I went into the house and tried to explain my self, I was doing well until one of my aunts spoke up.

Aunt: Where did he get money to buy that?

Grandma: I gave him $100.00

Aunt: How much money do you have?

I pull out 50 bucks.

I get stares from everyone in there. (Jesus things can’t get any worse) I then get a 2-hour talk from the family.

What do they decided to do with me…PACK UP NIGGA, your moving to New York. I love cops.

Best Wishes.

Wed, 23 Jun 2004 09:18:49 GMT

I hope every ones having an amazing summer.

Par-tay

Wed, 02 Jun 2004 01:46:00 GMT

Not many people can say that they know their great grandmother. My great grandma was only 79 and was an inspiration to most of the family. She was healthy smart, and funny. I wasn’t extremely close with her, but I was able to see her every summer. When I found out she died I wasn’t crushed, and nothing really stirred inside me. That was until I found out the manner in which she died.

Apparently there was a lot of heavy rain in Haiti. The rain turned into flooding soon enough and was beginning to take lives. Unfortunately my great grandmother and 6 other people where inside trying escape the rain, when the flood picked up and took her house.

They can’t find the bodies of any one that was in the house. Every one thinks that their bodies might be some where in Santo Domingo. When they do find her body I’m supposed to go to Haiti with my mother to claim the body, or something like that.

In the mean time my mother is going to New York for a get together in honor of my great grandma. Since the prices of airline tickets cost more than crack, she is going by herself. I’m sure everyone knows what that means. If not, refer to the title.

Mon, 24 May 2004 01:49:12 GMT

Happy Birthday Jeffrey

The Catcher in the Rye sucks!

Tue, 11 May 2004 22:20:19 GMT

Today was a really good day. I finally got out of I.S, after 6 days in there I’m sure I will not mind attending regular classes. The 7th hour teacher (Mrs. Botkins) told me I’m there more than she is. She told me I should be put on pay roll. I gave her the finger when I walked out.

Today is also my sisters 18th birthday. We use to be the siblings that hated each other, but now we found some sort of common ground and although we would never say it, we love each other very much. I’m glad I was able to afford a gift to give her. She really liked it too. Even though it’s her birthday, instead of going out she played a game of basketball with me. I should of let her win because it’s her birthday, but I’m a guy and something like that can’t happen.

I need a job!!! I want this HandyCam thing for my birthday, and it’s 24 dollars a month. It cost 1,000 dollars, but I’m sure with a job I’ll be able to pay it off. Any ideas?

P.S. 12 days till my birthday.

Intresting

Sun, 09 May 2004 14:54:34 GMT

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Nigga’s be on the grim

Thu, 06 May 2004 02:41:13 GMT

Today I was reminded how grimy people can get. After school I was waiting to find a ride, but decided to walk with my friend Ajay. When we were walking we saw this black girl that was in I.S with me Tuesday. She was walking with 3 other friends, and they were going towards Rock Island and South Gate. Ajay and I were heading to Kevin’s, but we heard some one say something about a fight. That black girl was fighting with this girl Christina (that was also in I.S). When I was in there the black girl got kicked out because she got in Christina’s face and said, “Fuck you bitch, say that shit to my face.” (Because Christina was talking shit) Then she walked out. Christina and that girl were talking shit back and forth the whole day in I.S. So it just so happens that when Ajay and I were walking we happened to end up right behind these girls. So we’re walking with these girls and a bunch of other people. We were going to into this clearing for the golf course. Christina was already there and waiting to fight. As soon as the black girl got there Christina started talking shit.

Then they began fighting. The black girl was pounding Christina in the face. I could hear the slamming of her fist to Christina’s face from where I was standing. The black girl was kicking Christina ass, after the first hit Christina was fucked up. Soon enough Christina was bleeding, from the top of her head where the black girl was repeatedly hitting her. After getting hit about a dozen times, Christina backed out a turned away. The black girl stopped hitting her and threw a rock at her. It then became apparent to every one that the black girl was fighting with a rock in her hand. She threw the rock at Christina and began to walk away with her 3 friends

I went up to pick up the rock, and it was big as fuck. The girl was more then half way down the street when Christina’s friends went to chase her down. Every one was screaming how grimy that shit was, how fucked up it is to fight with a rock. Some of Christina’s blood was spray on people, and her face looked like some bloody body after a horror film. The left side of her face was completely crimson, from the blood. Ajay said, “You need to do what you need to do, in order to win a fight,” but he agreed that it was fucked up to fight with a big ass rock in your hand. Oh well, life goes on.

A few more days left

Tue, 04 May 2004 22:02:13 GMT

Guess who landed himself back in I.S for the rest of the week. I'll give you a hint, his name starts with a "J" and ends with a "effrey".

Fucking Comcast

Mon, 03 May 2004 19:43:06 GMT

I finally got some fucking cable in my room. I’ve been watching Will and Grace on the W/B since I got my TV. Although I enjoy having cable, I hate having strange people in my house. I hate having to follow the cable guy around like a black person at Old Navy. I know that if I was a cable guy, and they left me alone, I would take stuff. This guy stunk of pot and cigarettes, that stench is unmistakable.

Today was the last day that I leave school after lunch. There is only about 30 days left in school, and I need to try my hardest to stay focused. Every day I’m forced to wake up a realize that I still have 3 more years of this shit, and I know I’m too much of a pussy to drop out. Oh well, life goes on.

Back.

Sat, 01 May 2004 14:50:16 GMT

I haven’t posted in a long time, so I guess its time. I’ve had some type of writers block for the last few weeks. I would write and entire entry, but delete it because it didn’t meet my standards. Which are high.

A friend of mine told me that there was this comedy club some where in Sunrise. They have this open mic amateur night. If I’m really as funny as every one claims I am, I should murder the audience. If no one laughs… I’ll never tell a joke again.

Sorry this one is so short, but I leave you with a lovely picture

Lefty

Mon, 12 Apr 2004 03:53:03 GMT

I love getting away for breaks. Even though I’m suspended and out of school, I still needed spring break. I went to West Palm, but I felt as if I was on my own island. I felt separated from everything that is normally on my mind. It was a well needed vacation, but I still needed to comfort of my own bed.

I’ve picked up a few hobbies in the suburbs of Palm Beach, golfing being one of them. Tennis being another. I’ve always heard about people going golfing, and I always pretended that I was interested. I now see what all the talk is about (I mean white people of course.). I can absolutely see myself playing on the weekend, minus the tacky pants and hats. I’ve caught myself watching golf on ESPN and getting mad when some one changes the channel.

While I was in West Palm I saw one of the finest girls at the movies. As many guys know, there is no such thing as a perfect girl. What was wrong with this one you ask; lazy eye, maybe she was extremely tall, or perhaps she had an overprotective father. Or maybe she’s missing her left hand, and has been nick named “Lefty” by her peers. Oh yes, I met a beautiful girl with no left hand. Am I going to get her number? Yes, yes I am.

Gotta love them Mex-cans.

Wed, 31 Mar 2004 20:40:04 GMT

I have this deep love for Mexicans. Some times my love turns into hate and I make fun of them. Most of the time I really respect them. Mexican are probably the most energetic beings on Earth.

I went to West Palm a few weeks ago, and had a camera with me. I went to play basketball with my cousin when I saw the Mexican International Basketball team. I instantly feel in love with them. None of them were taller than 5’4”, but they sure as fuck thought they could play basketball.

Well, here is where the admiring comes in. These people will wake up early in the morning, and go to work (mowing the entire park). After they are done with that, they’ll grab a ball and start playing soccer (futbol). When they get tried of soccer they come down, take up a whole court, and play basketball. They don’t stop playing basketball until 11 or 12 p.m. Then they wake up in the morning and do it all again.

I thought there were they most amazing things in the universe so I decided to take pictures

Enjoy

I love these little guys. Every time i feel down, I look at these pictures.

P.S. I have to go back to school 4/20/04. If that isn't a sign I don't know what is.

Wed, 31 Mar 2004 02:40:22 GMT

For every one that doesn't know, I am suspended for 10 days.

The Army of God.

Mon, 29 Mar 2004 16:52:05 GMT

Yesterday my mother forced her religion down my throat again. I really hate having to wake up on Sunday to her one sided information on religion. I told her that I not going, and that she needs to stop forcing me to do what she wants. She pretended to understand and I went off to take a shower. Later I was watching TV and she came over and handed me the phone. I have a lot of hard core Catholics in my family and on the phone was the ringleader. My grandmother is responsible for trips to churches in Europe, Canada, and cities all over the nation. She gives the term “holy ghosts” a new meaning. She goes as far as bringing a phone to church and praising that God is on the line. I wasn’t going to kiss her ass and say that I believe in the bible and all it has to teach. I told her straight up that I don’t believe that shit, and I could hear my name being scratched out of her Will.

Any ways, later in the car I started to tell her off about her “religion”. I touched on everything. From as far as Jesus was born in March, not December, and how going to church is just another form of control. She took it all in, but not without a fight. I could tell that it was going in one ear and out the other. I kept going though, and sooner or later I had her backed into a corner. Her “religion” couldn’t save her, and she just started blaming everything on god. God did this, and God did that. Why is the grass green? GOD! I won, and victory was sweet. Although she didn’t give me the pleasure of hearing that she was wrong, I knew I won. So later we were in church and we had to drop off my brother. She then did something that caused me to plot her death. She grabbed my hand and stopped at a bunch of jersey wearing black guys.

Mom: “Do you guys come here every Sunday?”
Black Guy: “Um…Yes”
Mom: “Well can you talk to my son, he says every one here is brain washed.”

THAT FUCKING BITCH. I could of fucking choked the shit out of her. Instead I walked away and tried to control the rage that was about to erupt on all those bible-hugging fucks.

I made it to the back of the church and opened a good book (not the bible). I started to read when one of the pastors started to speak. “Will everyone stand and introduce your self to your neighbor, loudly.” Then this white guy on the far end on my isle tried to get my attention. I knew he was trying to say “hi” to me, but I wasn’t having that shit. He made his way down the row and stuck out his hand. I looked at him as if he just picked a wedgie.

White guy: “I’m just saying hi…loudly”
Jeff_King: “Umm okay, bye”
White guy: “God bless you”
Jeff_King: “Did I sneeze?”
White guy: “I was trying to spread the gospel of the lord….”
Jeff_King: “Spread it else where.”

Why do I seem to be a magnet for things I don’t want?

Sun, 21 Mar 2004 19:40:01 GMT

I went to a birthday party Saturday night, and it let me remember why I hate freshman. The kid throwing the party is something of a drama queen and a cock blocker. He ended up throwing out two of the slutest girls at the party (plus they were bi). I know that I’m “talking shit” but I don’t give a fuck. The kid saw that I was going to fuck the two girls and he was still bitching like a fag. He had the nerve to say, “I know we haven’t been talking much, but thanks for coming.” He’s lucky he had chicken wings there or I would of spit in his face. The thing is, every one thinks the same way I do, but no one says anything because we don’t want to here him cry.

Any ways, I haven’t seen my father since December and it’s starting to take its toll on me. I really miss him and when I talk to him on the phone it only makes things worse. It reminds me how much I hate my mother and how I’m forced to endure her torture. Now I’m listening to Coldplay, and that fuck is making things even worse. I’m depressed to the point that I don’t even want to leave the house any more. Maybe when the song is over I’ll feel better.

I finally got the television I wanted in my room. It’s a 32-inch Sony. I christened it by watching “The Warriorz” which is an amazing movie. Ajay and Ryan came over, because they were late to there Saturday. We watched Warriorz and I listened to my mom bitch a little. To make things a little worse I have three projects to do for English honors, and Monday is creeping around the corner

Wed, 17 Mar 2004 20:34:53 GMT

Oh yes. Picture of me in a coon hat, life couldn't get any better.

the black in me has spoken...

Tue, 16 Mar 2004 22:17:12 GMT

Other than robbing people, doing drugs, and listening to rap, I’m not black enough. I was talking to Mia and Jessica today and they have sparked my money making fire. I’m going to come out with my own clothing line. I would wish that my friends would invest some funds upon me so I may purchase materials.

The shirts will read as such….

     FRONT                                                     BACK
FREE JEFFREY                                        FROM I.S
                                               Or
    FRONT                                                      BACK
   JEFFREY                                     ALTOUGH HIS MONTH
IS MY FRIEND                                 MONTH IS OVER

Consider it free if you are indeed a friend of mine. When the followers see the shirts and become intrigued, the money will start flowing. I’m thinking 5 bucks a tee. I’ll start taking orders a.s.a.p.

Kicked out again…

Mon, 15 Mar 2004 23:59:51 GMT

Once again I have entered my home at an unlawful hour. Once again my house was locked up like a prison. But only this time I was wearing a very 5th avenue Raccoon Hat. So when I was being yelled at by my mother, and talked to by the police, I had that stupid fucking hat on. I really didn’t notice it; I really cannot image what I must of looked like coming home at 2 a.m. with a Johnny Apple Seed hat on. Probably as dumb as P. Diddy with a Mohawk.

Right now I’m at home, but I spent the weekend with my Grandmother. I’m really afraid to leave my mother here alone with my little brother. Today I went home so I could watch Alex, when I got home he was here by him self. HE’S ONLY 6. She’s really crazy. Who would leave a Kindergarten student home alone? Sick bitch. She really can’t think like a sane person. It’s sad.

Jumping on the band wagon.

Mon, 08 Mar 2004 20:11:09 GMT

I know every one is seeing this, but I'm bored and have nothing better to write about

Name: Jeffrey
Do you like it?: I guess
Nicknames: Jeff_King, Black Guy, Black Ass, Nigs, Darky.
Screen names: xxjeffkingxx
Birthday: Some time in May
Sign: The two faced one
Location: Tam-a-mutha-fucking-rac
Status:..Black
Crush: Nuts
Virgin?: Does my hand count…of course it does. No
Natural hair color: ..Black
Current hair color: black
Eye color: Dark Brown
Height: 5’8/5’9?
Birthplace: Nyack, New York
Shoe size: 10 1/2

family:
Parents: Mom and Dad
Siblings: Two
Live with: …who cares
Favorite relative Most of them

favorites:
Number: 13
Color: Black, White, Dark Yellow, Navy Blue
Day: Friday
Month: May
Song: At the moment; Delirium Trigger, Clones, Black Ice, Natural Mystic
Movie: Too fucking many
Food: All, I’m fat
Band: The Roots
Season: Winter
Sport: Masturbating
Class: English
Teacher: The one that screams the most while dieing
Drink: Lemonade
Veggie: Onion
TV Show: Every Cartoon
Radio Station: Radio????
Store: Quick Stop
Word: Ass face, Mexican, Jew, Nigger!, Spic, Bitch, Fucker
Animal: Monkey
Flower: Um, not matter which one I name its going to be gay
State: The ones I haven’t been too

this or that:
Me/You: Me bitch
Coke/Pepsi: Neither
Day/night: Either
Aol/aim: Aim
Cd/cassette: Cd
Dvd/vhs: Dvd
Jeans/khakis: Jeans
Car/truck: Car
Tall/short: short
Lunch/dinner: lunch
Gap/Old Navy: LMAO
Lipstick/Lip gloss: LMAO
Silver/Gold:
Alcohol/Weed: Lol, I think we all know

love and relationships:
Do you have a bf/gf?: Yes
How long have you liked him/her?: Every since I knew what I could do with them
Why do you like this person?: Cause they know what I like
If you're single... why are you single?: Cause I masturbate too much
How long was your longest relationship?: Until they take my hands away from me
How long was your shortest relationship?: 2 days
Who was your first love?: Love? Oh, Food

the past:
What is the one thing you would change about your past?: Too much to change
Last thing you heard: Fuck
Last thing you saw: The Highway
Last thing you said: Correct your grammar
Who is the last person you saw?: My sister
Who is the last person you kissed?: lol.
Who is the last person you hugged?: My Aunt
Who is the last person you fought with?: My mom
Who is the last person you were on the phone with?: Some one in my family
What is the last TV show you saw?: ESPN
What is the last song you heard?: I don’t want you back-Eamon

the present:
What are you wearing?: A Black shirt, Jeans and Black shoes
What are you doing?: Downloading Porn
Who are you talking to?: No one
What song are you listening to?: Time Consumer-Coheed and Cambria
Where are you?: Home
Are you online?: No shit bitch!
How are you feeling?: Like taking a shower
Are you in a chat room?: Am I gay…(don’t answer that)

future:
What day is it tomorrow?: Tuesday
What are you going to do after this?: Sleep
How old will you be when you graduate?: 18
What do you wanna be?: writer/chef
Where will you be in 25 years?: Masturbating

have you ever:
Drank?: yes
Smoked?:…no
Had sex?: Haven’t we been through this
Stolen?: Ha…no
Done anything illegal?: …N…yes
Wanted to die?: no
Hit someone?: No, I went to Silver Lakes. There was no hitting allowed

other:
Do you write in cursive or print?: Both at the same time
Are you a lefty or a righty?: righty
What is your sexual preference?: Hoes
What piercing do you have?: Well, there was that time in Mexico.
Any tattoos?: Yes, but it comes off when I rub
Do you drive?: Bikes, yes
Do you have glasses or braces?: Both, plus a head gear

physical appearance:
What do you most like about your body?: My skin color
And least? ….nothing
How many fillings do you have?: 32

Do you think you're good looking?: Is Oprah fat?
Do other people often tell you that you're good-looking?: …
Do you look like any celebrities?: When I was younger I was told I looked like Carlton(from Fresh Prince). Now, I’m compared to every fat black man

Fashion:
Do you wear a watch?: nope
How many coats and jackets do you own?: I have 1 hoodie I wear everyday.
Favorite pants/skirt color?: Purple & Pink
most expensive item of clothing?: My snake skin jump suit
Most treasured?: My hoodie
What kind of shoes do you wear?: Clog dancing shoes
Describe your style in one word: Pot-head….wait

Another Friday

Sat, 06 Mar 2004 16:29:40 GMT

The day started off normal enough. I was in school bored as fuck, listening to stupid people say stupid things. I got kicked out of my 5th hour for defending a kid who wasn’t doing his work. I went to see the guidance counselor and she talked to me about life. So I was in a bad mood when 4th hour rolled around. So Ryan asked if I wanted to split and go chill for the rest of the day. You know what my answer was. So we grabbed Ajay and tried to make our way out of jail. We ended up jumping 3 fences and climbing under another one to get out. The rest of the day was spent with blunts, food, and television. That is until we went to Ajay’s brothers for a few drinks

Instead of the few people I thought were going to be there, it ended up being a bunch of people hanging out and drinking. It’s funny how when one person gets REALLY fucked up it ruins the party (or the mood at least). We all pretty much ended up cleaning Ajay’s brothers house. The scent of throw-up was overwhelming.

I got home around four, and the place was locked up tighter than Fort Knox. There were sticks in the windows and the dead bolts in place. Thank god I was sober or I would have rang the doorbell. I had to wake my sister up to open the door for me. Well instead of going to my Saturday I decided to get some sleep. That’s when my mother bust through my door telling me to get out of her house.

So If I don’t updated for a while don’t ask questions.

P.S. Kamikaze kicks ass.

List are cool

Wed, 03 Mar 2004 23:23:22 GMT

I’m back with a list of things I hate

1. Comcast
2. School
3. Taravella
4. Tamarac
5. The state of Florida
6. FCAT
7. Most of the Taravella football team
8. As well as the baseball team
9. Polish People
10. Niggers
11. Chinks
12. Sand-Niggers
13. Spics
14. Jews
15. Wiggers
16. Bob Saget
17. Cash Money Millionaires
18. Saturday detentions
19. Being Sober
20. Being hungry
21. Not having money
22. Ignorant people
23. Mexicans
24. Kittens
25. Sluts that want to change
26. Honor classes
27. Sell outs
28. The Hulk
29. Alex from Comcast (here’s his number if you want to mess with him)
954-650-1925
30. Having to dial 754 to call a metro
31. Bag-Pipes
32. Monday’s
33. Ugly Babies
34. Jews
35. When they show the same commercial twice
36. Spanish 1
37. Pizza Hut
38. Parachutes
39. Old People
40. PpL d@t TyPe LyKe D!S

I hate much more, but I can’t remember right now.