I re-watched this video today and it brought back so many memories. Ahh, that sweet smell of burnt rubber.
P.S. Don't mind the mindless cunts talking in the G35.
Wednesday, July 30, 2008
Tuesday, July 29, 2008
Thank God our's wasn't THIS BAD.
In 1964, a 9.2 earthquake hit Anchorage, Alaska. This was the largest and most devastating earthquake ever recorded in the United States. The earthquake caused about $311 million in damages and countless shaken up souls. Luckily, only 15 people lost their lives in Alaska.
Monday, July 28, 2008
Growing to be more and more average
I think i can deal with things really well. Good, bad, hard, easy... That's how i grew up. Divorced parents, re-married parents, re-divorced parents, deceased half brother, accidents, drugs, sex, fights, girls and girlfriends, so many step siblings i cant even count, a DUI, and numerous falling outs with God. I CAN HANDLE THINGS. But for maybe the first time in my life i feel this hill may be too steep. You're a bitch sometimes... you say it yourself.
Staying on topic, i can easily say that i've had to go through alot with you. Lying, cheating, etc. I can deal with that; obviously i have. But when i am constantly chastised for every single thing i do, the world seems to suddenly frown upon me. If you didn't want me to do something, you should of told me. And if you didn't want me to say anything, you should of told me. It seems to happen more and more. Everyday you're chipping away at my heart, and i truly don't know how much heart is left in this chubby fellow. I just can't deal with it anymore. Yes im a prick, yes im an asshole... At least i can justify myself by telling you all of that before i even got serious with you. All we did today was fight. And why? Because you can't seem to find it in yourself to let go and enjoy something so insignificant as talking with your friends. THATS RIGHT. They're just as much yours as they are mine.
SNOWBALL EFFECT.
RANT RANT RANT. I don't seem to find joy in it anymore. I don't seem to find peace in it anymore. Will it end? I dont know. Will it prevail? I dont know.
Staying on topic, i can easily say that i've had to go through alot with you. Lying, cheating, etc. I can deal with that; obviously i have. But when i am constantly chastised for every single thing i do, the world seems to suddenly frown upon me. If you didn't want me to do something, you should of told me. And if you didn't want me to say anything, you should of told me. It seems to happen more and more. Everyday you're chipping away at my heart, and i truly don't know how much heart is left in this chubby fellow. I just can't deal with it anymore. Yes im a prick, yes im an asshole... At least i can justify myself by telling you all of that before i even got serious with you. All we did today was fight. And why? Because you can't seem to find it in yourself to let go and enjoy something so insignificant as talking with your friends. THATS RIGHT. They're just as much yours as they are mine.
SNOWBALL EFFECT.
RANT RANT RANT. I don't seem to find joy in it anymore. I don't seem to find peace in it anymore. Will it end? I dont know. Will it prevail? I dont know.
Saturday, July 26, 2008
Episode IV... That's right EPISODE IV.
Huntington Beach
Call me to find out EXACTLY where:
(714) 906-5275
Tuesday, July 22, 2008
She doesn't live next door, but i sure wish she did!
I was reading my past "Xanga" posts and i thought this was interesting. Its funny how when you read your past "diary entries," you realize how much you've grown and matured.
...sure i've grown and matured, but don't think i've changed.
To peaches:
The girl next door...
She's that girl who lives next door. The girl who smiles and waves whenever you pass each other. The girl who always says "good morning" or "hello" before you have the chance to, and after she does, she walks away leaving you with your mouth half open. Shes the girl who gets good grades and always walks home with an armfull of notebooks. She even offers to tutor you with you geometry homework whenever you need help and asks for nothing in return. She loves playing with little kids and whenever a girlscout knocks on her door to sell cookies, she smiles and buys all the cookies the girl has in her red wagon. She doesnt like staying indoors and would prefer to go outside and play. She enjoys watching sunsets from her second story balcony and instead of watching television, she would prefer to sit down and read a book. Shes a "Hopeful" romantic because she believes that being hopeless is like being mindless. She doesn't need anyone to open doors for her and prefers to open doors for other people. She has her driver's license because she has a longing for freedom, and she prefers to drive others as oppose to be driven. Photography is her form of expression and she always has a polaroid camera handy. She keeps a diary on her dresser and is a writer by night. Shes cool, smart, funny, and cute.
But do you know what the best part about her is?
...she lives next door.
-Jonathan Lance Angeles
...sure i've grown and matured, but don't think i've changed.
To peaches:
The girl next door...
She's that girl who lives next door. The girl who smiles and waves whenever you pass each other. The girl who always says "good morning" or "hello" before you have the chance to, and after she does, she walks away leaving you with your mouth half open. Shes the girl who gets good grades and always walks home with an armfull of notebooks. She even offers to tutor you with you geometry homework whenever you need help and asks for nothing in return. She loves playing with little kids and whenever a girlscout knocks on her door to sell cookies, she smiles and buys all the cookies the girl has in her red wagon. She doesnt like staying indoors and would prefer to go outside and play. She enjoys watching sunsets from her second story balcony and instead of watching television, she would prefer to sit down and read a book. Shes a "Hopeful" romantic because she believes that being hopeless is like being mindless. She doesn't need anyone to open doors for her and prefers to open doors for other people. She has her driver's license because she has a longing for freedom, and she prefers to drive others as oppose to be driven. Photography is her form of expression and she always has a polaroid camera handy. She keeps a diary on her dresser and is a writer by night. Shes cool, smart, funny, and cute.
But do you know what the best part about her is?
...she lives next door.
-Jonathan Lance Angeles
Saturday, July 19, 2008
Tuesday, July 15, 2008
Out of Hibernation
I thought this would be a good way to start blogging again.
...is this guy really a tree?
...is this guy really a tree?
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