Summer school is not fun .
But It is easy as hell .
Today was cool Bee . Lol .
My mom gave me a ride to
the bus stop instead of making me ride
there on my bike like a lame-ass freak .
Then I saw a couple of people that I knew .
There's only two people I know in my class .
Kelly and Kaylaa .
So that was straight .
I saw Courtneyy too .
Then 1:00 Came .
And I went home .
Well actually I went to Pizza Hut to take this test
for my job position and the manager rescheduled the interview for tommorow .
And my brother keeps making lame excuses and he said he's gonna get
my phone at the end of the week .
UGH !
But At least he's getting me onee .
So I'm grateful .
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Transformers comes out Wed . !
That's my movieeee
Can't wait until That dayy .
And I really really wanna see Tyler for some weird reason .
I'm strangee ;)
And another thing .
I'm Feel Underrated for these blogs .
Can a nigga get some reconitionn ?
Lol .
But Yo .
I'm Gone <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.
