At school :WACK .
Just failed my BCIS exam .
I really don't care though .
Because I'll pass the class anyway .
I got my Zune Blastinn'. Yeee .
The Dream .
Purple kisses .
I love this fucking song .
" Got your hair did , I'm about to mess that shit up .
My Gun on fire I'ts about to be a stick up . "
Favorite part of the entire song .
Nigga stupid .
Lmao .
Just three
more days in this bitchh .
And I get to enjoy my life again .
School kills your happy spirit .
And then all my senior friends are leaving .
But hey everybody gotta get on to a new chapter of life .
Man :( Everyone is growing up .
But I'm getting my car :)))
My 2008 Volkswagen Turboo .
Yeeeeeeee .
Man I can't wait .
Then I can get high all the timee .
Just kidding Lol .
Summer schedule :
Get a Job :)
Florida with Chiamaka :)) Yeeee .
Summer School :(
Drive School :)
Cali :))
Night School :(
Summer school again :( Booo .
And wild times at the galleria , first colony and people's house's :)))
I'll upload pictures and stuff laterr .
Peace <3
HighRise.
Contrary to popular belief:
I'm complicated.
What it is one time PAC DIV.
My mind is a blood red brick house on Stone street
with thousands of rooms; blue mirrors,
the auroma of marajuana and music.
Cacoethes Scribendi. Get it tattooed on my wrist.
New Orleans native. My accent proves it all.
I am finally beggining to accept the fact that I am meant to be alone.
I am forever in the cycle of change.
I tend to treat serious situations like how I treat strangers.
I'm a starving writer and a dying phtographer.
No one will ever comprehend or understand.
When I die I want Bob Marley playing at my gravesite.
I am the rose that grew from concrete.
What it is one time PAC DIV.
My mind is a blood red brick house on Stone street
with thousands of rooms; blue mirrors,
the auroma of marajuana and music.
Cacoethes Scribendi. Get it tattooed on my wrist.
New Orleans native. My accent proves it all.
I am finally beggining to accept the fact that I am meant to be alone.
I am forever in the cycle of change.
I tend to treat serious situations like how I treat strangers.
I'm a starving writer and a dying phtographer.
No one will ever comprehend or understand.
When I die I want Bob Marley playing at my gravesite.
I am the rose that grew from concrete.
