Wednesday, April 27, 2005

Progress Reports?

Isn't there more? Isn't there more to life then what we are made to do. What we are made into? We're raised in a state of mind where money is everything, and ultimately that is what we aim to do with our lives. No one ever goes to school for an "education" anymore. No one reads in the free-time anymore. No one is "real". No one thinks ot themselves and figures things out. What am I scared of the most? To see all these people go to college only to do nothing with their lives. The people in Cisco? You really want to know why they are there? (So they can get a six figure salary and live to make money.) Afterall, that's all that matters isn't it?
(I'm smiling because of what I'm about to write) Today was progress reports. I got F's in American Goverment, Spanish AP, and Computer Programming (two classes).
And I don't care.
(A little part of me does care though, but only because I'm being frowned upon by others. They are right, that is a dim reflection of my future, but isn't that unfortunate? Not for me, but the fact that the progress reports reflect my future?)
Think about it? Everyone is scared of getting F's because of either parents, or "their future". "Their future", because the system is so perfect that they got down how well a person will do based on a "letter-grade" standard. There's no more "trust" left in this world, you need credit. You can't get a job without references or an "education".
Am I crazy? Am I the only one who doesn't value a rich and glamorous life? It's true some people no longer value the satisfaction of "hard work". Most people don't know how to "survive". How to make a fire, how not to starve to death, how to make things, to swim, to grow plants, to think realistically.
It's hard to have these beliefs, and yet still live in a household that revolves around "school". Sure I respect what is "trying" to be done, but the school more brainwahses you then actually "teaches".
I have four F's. The world is not over.
(One more thing. I'm tired of hiding.)
Today I had a bad day. Maybe because of the clothes I was wearing. But regardless of that, isn't what I say true?
(I'm tired of hiding. I'm tired of being hidden. I'm tired.)

Monday, April 25, 2005

May 1st..

I'm not a student who is perfect. I have finally come to terms with this. (Yeah right.) And well, seeing as it may be easy for most people to get into colleges, and how so many have prepared, my parents are currently going wild over my acceptance at "St. Thomas University". FIU accepted me too but I don't want to go somewhere the Miami-Dade County Fair and Exposition is held at every year (A poor reason not to go but, I've always been a man of poor reasoning to condense my intelligence and prevent any shred of "intellect" from being presented to others.. I like to surprise people)..
I'm still waiting for a response from any college in New York. I have till May 1st to do anything..
But striding away from my future (which at this moment I'm not taking seriously because of how great I feel), I'm having a great day. And for those of you who know me, I can be pretty spontaneous, and very "vulgarly obscene" when I am in "such a good mood".. So let me leave you with the most ridiculous conversation I have had to date..
A conversation I began with a freshman by the name of Carolina.. (posted with her permission, and edited to avoid boredom)..

..
Nesta Bebop IV: u doin str8 homegirl?
Metallicrock90: yes! omg i cant wait for tomorrow
Nesta Bebop IV: awww yeah!
Nesta Bebop IV: DATS WHAT I LIKE TO HEAR!
Nesta Bebop IV: waitin on a niggarachi?
Nesta Bebop IV: or something else catch yo vibe?
Metallicrock90: wtf?!?! speak english because im fucking lost bro
Nesta Bebop IV: lol ummm
Nesta Bebop IV: is it because of some guy
Nesta Bebop IV: or because of something else?
Metallicrock90: its because of some guy
Metallicrock90: lmao
Metallicrock90: you knew it was coming
Nesta Bebop IV: sorta
Nesta Bebop IV: do i know this smoky smoke from coast to coast?
Metallicrock90: english...
Nesta Bebop IV: do i know this guy?
Nesta Bebop IV: from around?
Metallicrock90: idk if you KNOW him but you know who he is
Nesta Bebop IV: who he be my coal digga?
Metallicrock90: robbie
Nesta Bebop IV: oh snap do nigga who dyed his hair and wore some thong right?
Metallicrock90: lmao....yah
Nesta Bebop IV: wow

Metallicrock90: LoL....well w-e....let me just put how happy i am in this one sentance...we are spending the whole lunch alone together, and we wont be talking
Nesta Bebop IV: whoa
Nesta Bebop IV: fo real
Nesta Bebop IV: yo dun gone str8 down the turnpike and paid the toll!
Nesta Bebop IV: shit girl!
Metallicrock90: lmao! wtf?!?!
Nesta Bebop IV: ummm
Nesta Bebop IV: heh heh..
Nesta Bebop IV: nvm

Nesta Bebop IV: http://www.zombo.com/
Nesta Bebop IV: ^see that
Metallicrock90: SEND ME THAT THINGY! OF THE FOOTBALL PLAYERS
Nesta Bebop IV: lmfao
Nesta Bebop IV: wtf
Nesta Bebop IV: i thought it "wasn't funny"
Metallicrock90: i wanna show my sis
Nesta Bebop IV: aww fuck i deleted it..
Nesta Bebop IV: =(
Metallicrock90: zombocom is crap
Metallicrock90: you suck!
Nesta Bebop IV: now it isn't
Nesta Bebop IV: u can attain the "unattainable" at zombo com
Nesta Bebop IV: plus "u can do anything at zombocom.. anything at all.. the only limit.. is urself"..
Metallicrock90: lmao
Nesta Bebop IV: "the infinite is possible at zombo com"

Nesta Bebop IV: im retawded
Nesta Bebop IV: sofa king!
Nesta Bebop IV: sofa king!
Nesta Bebop IV: omfg
Metallicrock90: lmao!
Metallicrock90: hate that commercial
Nesta Bebop IV: u have to say this out loud in front of ur sister!
Nesta Bebop IV: r u ready?
Metallicrock90: mmhmm
Nesta Bebop IV: is ur sis in the room?
Metallicrock90: yah
Nesta Bebop IV: okay here goes
Nesta Bebop IV: ready?
Nesta Bebop IV: R U READY!?
Nesta Bebop IV: SWEET JESUS!
Nesta Bebop IV: R U READY!?!?!
Nesta Bebop IV: THIS IS GOD SHIT I SWEAR!
Nesta Bebop IV: R U READY?
Metallicrock90: im ready
Nesta Bebop IV: nobody EVER gets this
Nesta Bebop IV: r u sure ur ready
Metallicrock90: yesh!
Nesta Bebop IV: k say this out loud
Nesta Bebop IV: "Alpha Kenny One"
Metallicrock90: lmao!
Metallicrock90: omg....thats so retarded
Nesta Bebop IV: did u get it?
Nesta Bebop IV: =) =)!!!
Metallicrock90: yes
Nesta Bebop IV: on the first try?
Metallicrock90: ill fuck anyone
Nesta Bebop IV: HAHA!
Nesta Bebop IV: DID U SAY IT OUT LOUD!?
Metallicrock90: yah
Nesta Bebop IV: LOOOOOOOSER !
Nesta Bebop IV: HAHA!
Nesta Bebop IV: did u rsister hear?
Metallicrock90: yah....she had her retarded laugh
Nesta Bebop IV: lol where she sounds like an old man?
Nesta Bebop IV: HEE HEE i love that laugh
Metallicrock90: wtf?!?
Nesta Bebop IV: i keep thinking "grandpapa" when she laughs that way
Nesta Bebop IV: hee hee
Metallicrock90: you wanna hear her laugh?
Nesta Bebop IV: lol i have b4
Metallicrock90: lmao
Metallicrock90: im calling you asswhipe
Nesta Bebop IV: ur calling me "asswipe"?
Metallicrock90: yah...w-e dawg
Nesta Bebop IV: payce my nigga!
Nesta Bebop IV: word to yo momz and her sweet ass
Nesta Bebop IV: *throws gang signs
Metallicrock90: w
Metallicrock90: t
Metallicrock90: f
Nesta Bebop IV: lol
Nesta Bebop IV: i've been sayinig that to alot of ppl lately...
Nesta Bebop IV: u know how offensive it is when u tell someone
Nesta Bebop IV: "hey nigga peace out, and tell ur mom that she got a sweet ass cooch"
Metallicrock90: lmao!
Nesta Bebop IV: ive said that so many times.. and gotten into so many "near-fights"..
Nesta Bebop IV: im fucking crazy man
Nesta Bebop IV: ill stab u with a fork
Nesta Bebop IV: ill eat ur kids
Nesta Bebop IV: im fucking crazy like that
Metallicrock90: you are wierd
Nesta Bebop IV: lmao
Nesta Bebop IV: LEENUH!
Nesta Bebop IV: IM HAVING A PERFECT DAY
Nesta Bebop IV: IM IN SUCH A GOOD MOOD U DONT KNOW!!!!! =) =) :-)
Metallicrock90: lmao....happy d*****!
Metallicrock90: **pats head**
Nesta Bebop IV: HEE HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
Nesta Bebop IV: *passes out from heat exhaustion

Metallicrock90: LoL
Nesta Bebop IV: o w/e
Nesta Bebop IV: =)
Metallicrock90: you must really be happy
Nesta Bebop IV: not really.. i feel like going pee-pee
Metallicrock90: then go pee-pee
Nesta Bebop IV: i dont know about u but i can't piss a drop without asking a teacher first
Nesta Bebop IV: (a disease i have)
Nesta Bebop IV: thats why i have the phone numbers of all my teachers
Metallicrock90: lmao!
Nesta Bebop IV: i call em up and go "ms. can i use the bathroom".. and i write myself a pass..
Metallicrock90: oh god,.,,,lmao
Nesta Bebop IV: hey can i post this conversation..
Metallicrock90: on what?
Nesta Bebop IV: on my blog
Metallicrock90: umm....yes sir
Metallicrock90: LoL
Metallicrock90: cut out the robbie part though
Nesta Bebop IV: fuck that ain't no freshmen readin my shit for real
Metallicrock90: lmao
Nesta Bebop IV: by my cott damn self word to ur momz in butt fuck egypt next to bj's!
Metallicrock90: ok OK!
Nesta Bebop IV: sorry lol
Nesta Bebop IV: damn girl.. im trying to keep it gansta up in this peace
Nesta Bebop IV: and all u doing in preheatin my oven
Nesta Bebop IV: u dont baste a turkey without first buying dumass
Metallicrock90: lmao
Nesta Bebop IV: stop trying to barbecue without the barbecue
Nesta Bebop IV: shit
Nesta Bebop IV: and wipe after u shit
Nesta Bebop IV: shit
Nesta Bebop IV: (Carolina once again i'm so fucking sorry.. lmao)
Nesta Bebop IV: (why do u always catch me in a good mood to bullshit?)
Metallicrock90: lmao....itz ok...people act wierd when they are happy
Metallicrock90: you just like an angel...your skin makes me cry
Metallicrock90: i wish i were special
Metallicrock90: your so fucking special
Metallicrock90: CAUSE IM A CREEP
Metallicrock90: IM A WIERDO
Metallicrock90: WHAT THE HELL AM I DOING HERE
Nesta Bebop IV: OKAY OKAY OKAY!
Metallicrock90: I DONT BELONG HERE
Nesta Bebop IV: IM POSTING EVERYTHING FROM HERE
Nesta Bebop IV: UP!
Nesta Bebop IV: =)

Sunday, April 17, 2005

"Capstone".. or "A day of Nothing"..

Capstone projects are projects that reflect on what you have learned in your high school career at Miami Lakes Educational Center (sounds like a school for "special students" or my favorite "dude is that a school for 'tards?")
My group consists or Cris, a reflection of a pothead, Carlos, a relaxed cool gentlemen, and Estefanny, a stressed fat girl (and she's fat too). Anyway, me and Cris did the powerpoint, and I did the program that's supposed to be so revolutionary, so amazing you'd swear it cured cancer and solved world hunger (I'm lying).
Today was the last day to do it, so I stopped being lazy and told Carlos I'd meet him at school to do it, because their library was "supposedly" open. It wasn't. Cris and I waited at Wendy's for Carlos to eat. Lucky for me two dikes were ordering six bags of food, comparable to a trip to costco.
Carlos came, we ate, we talked, we decided to go to Miami Lakes Public Library.
We went to Miami Lakes Public Library. It was closed. We got pissed. We decided to go to Emilio's house.
We went to Emilio's house. He wasn't there. He was at Barnes and Noble's in Pembroke Pines. We went to Barnes and Noble's. We saw "Pippen" (I didn't know him, they talked about some party I didn't go to). Whatever we looked at the powerpoint, but there was no Visual Basic (A program that makes programs). So we decided to hit up (go to, for all my friends that don't roll with my street flow) Carlos's house.
We went to Carlos's house. Played guitar, talked about how Cris needed to take a shit real bad, how my penis fell asleep, and how Carlos takes more Irish showers with Febreeze than he does with cologne. Basic guy-talk shit. And we took pictures, including one I liked alot..
Anyway, we looked at the powerpoint but Carlos didn't have Visual Basic. Damn. So we went to my house.
At this point Cris didn't want to go so.. Me and Carlos arrived at my house.. had dinner.. watched a movie together "Great Expectations" (not a bad movie)..
In a nutshell, we did nothing about the capstone. But I have a feeling our presentation is going to kickass...
On a sidenote, Estefanny called Carlos and asked how the project was doing.. I told her to "wait till tomorrow.."
"because we're going to get alot of laughs.."

http://flickr.com/photos/16045776@N00/10569344/

Believe it or not.. he just shook the camera left and right to get that effect..

http://flickr.com/photos/16045776@N00/10569345/

And here I was playing guitar and he just happened to get a poorly lit picture in front of his window..

Friday, April 15, 2005

Like Eating Glass

The only thing I left in Tampa.. was myself..

I had another field trip today. DeVry University. It's the third field trip I've had in my entire life (almost 18 years). It was alright, though I did have troublesome thoughts, which only worsened as the day went on..
I had fun yesterday, despite certain things.. It was my sister's confirmation, and now she is officially a "confirmed catholic". It was pretty sad to hear a cell phone go off while the bishop was reciting a rather well preached sermon. I think it was the "Merengue" ringtone..
(You know I'm hiding things as I write this.. but then again who wants to write about their personal lives on a "weblog" for everyone to see..)
Today is the worst day of my life. Tomorrow I will have memories of today. It's getting really hard now. "Hiding". It's like eating glass.
What I'm thinking right now..
"I love you."
Three words that bring me at peace,
three words that grant my release,
three words that never cease to amaze me,
am I dreaming? Isn't it all poetry?
You remove me from myself,
you help me when I need help,
you always felt what I felt.
One day it'll all make sense.

Yeah.. one day.

(I don't feel well.. I can't think straight
but I know I love you..)

I'm updating my profile..

Sunday, April 10, 2005

Tampa. Thanks.

"Life on Mars" -Seu Jorge
Cuando as corsas do coracao
Nao consege comprender
E a mente nao fais questao
E neim tem forcas porque decer
Quanto sonho eu ja destrui
E dexei escapar das maos
Se ou futuro se permitir
Nao pertendo viver en vao
Meu amor nao estamos sois
Tenho onda esperar por nois
Ou infinito du seu azu
Pode ter vida en arte
Enduo vinca
Me dar sun lingua
Entao vem
Quero abracar voce
Seu poder vem do sol
Na midida
Entao vem
Vamos viver a vida
Entao vem
Si nao me ver perder quen sou
Vou querer mi mudar
Por uma life on Mars
(Repeat)

My trip kicked ass. It could not have been any better, 'cept for the room. Thanks Ludvick for not letting me be lazy. Thanks Matt for making me laugh with you sick humor. Thanks Ana for bringing out my "Dominican-ness". Thanks Goslin for being.. Goslin. But most of all thanks girls, Stephanie and Franci. Thanks Stephanie for the talks. And special thanks to Franci for giving me those lessons in Portugeuse.
(I got her to write the lyrics of "Life on Mars" on the bus ride back.)
I had a great time. And hanging out with Franci and Stephanie brought me back to the days I had with my cousins in New York.
Anyway let me not get into it too much, I promised myself not to write so much, because once I get started on Tampa, I won't finish.

(Fucking Ludvick and his rock.. how fucking funny.. and Ana's "Vacilon".. and Stephanie and how clueless she can be at times.. and how Matt got that girl's phone number.. and Franci with "the midget".. and Goslin with umm.. being Goslin.. heh.)

Thank you very much.