Viral Joy

Personally, I think there were quite a few better songs off that mixtape to do a track but shit still makes me smile cause they have such honest fun and don't take shit all serious about ballin out for 3 min on camera *Cough Birdman Cough Cough*

The Cool Kids - New Music - More Music Videos

Since were on the subject of dynamic duos I expect all of you to be fully versed in the Insomniak playbook. Ha. They been round the block for a cool minute but this is just a small peak at the raw potential these cats have. Still bump their mixtapes to this day

Illecism freestylin; Nicotine beatboxin.

"I was a savage before Macho randy was wrestlin/ Just imagine an african version of Marshal Mathers/ X you out by adding rappers, thats remedial mathematics/ This means you faggots average, yet my flow is meaner than average/"

Hot damn.

Well now that i have so much time on my hands..

Ventilation.

The Metro

Fuck me if I don't hate the bus. Well I don't hate it but it's certainly a dysfunctional relationship we share. I never choose to ride the bus because if things are going well then that's what cars and ridiculous gas prices are for; but if I want a homeless man so close, that I can count his dreadlocked nose hairs, the 750 all the way. I don't understand why bus drivers still allow these people on the bus, clearly they are just cheating in a hobo race cause they have to true place to go and now only have a purpose to burn their cat piss ammonia smell into the masses' noses. The only other problem I really have with the bus is the old gremlin, chunty looking mexicans who frequent every single bus. They love me and it's disgusting. I've had my tattoo groped more times than I'd like to admit to, most times claiming it looked like "Hena" but why in the fuck would you try to wipe it off if it was. Jesus why couldn't the bus be filled with other teens with flimsy cash flows who respected general personal space and hygiene laws.

The Secret

If I've ever heard a bigger crock of shit than the secret I think my head would explode. To fully despise this, you must understand them.

If you put your good thoughts & energy into the universe, what you want will come to be. For example, Joan got a job interview but she's been to dozens of these in the past. After accepting the "Secret" into her life she learned to put her good energy into the universe and her wishes came to be. She's now employed at the job of her dreams and working her way well up the corporate ladder.

You really can sell anything to America anything these days huh? Take two seconds and remove your dick shaped brain from your own anus and realize these fuckers are selling you confidence. Literally. No bells and whistles, or cosmic dust floating to the rescue of your pathetic life; Confidence. If you walk into an interview with good thoughts and energy, other people will pick up on your Confidence and feel all the better about giving you the job. Confidence breeds success, not the secret. If a handicapped kid really thought hard and put it into the universe for a fully functioning spinal cord, 98% of life says that kids shit out of luck.

I'm sorry Im so lazy.

For all the time I've wasted heres one EPIC post of Hilarious pictures.

Organization.

I will be posting a lot more information, descriptions, venting, even some personal writing as they come and go. So I feel some discretion should be used in seeing whether you want to read it or not before wasting time as I do on most of your "Blogs" in thiking its something interesting by the witty header, but really we all know its the same repetitive dribble. All the reputable blogs do it, so what the hell.

For my musical posts I will now classify them as "Worth Hearing".

I hate people who don't share their music and in fact try to act as if they themselves are exclusive by having the newest lil wayne track when in fact they just flipped through music blog after music blog to find anything worth mentioning. Trust me i know.

For my personal opinion on idiotic things I will now classify them as "Ventilation"

I often see stupid fucking things within the norms of society that rub me sideways and I feel its definitely worth a good bashing or two.

For my own poetry and or spoken word it will be classified simply as "Rhymes".

If you need an explanation, go away.

For those Internet videos that crack me up, they will be classified under "Viral Joy".

There are several videos I see or get shown a day and they often make my day from failed attempts by marketing groups, to hilarious one-punch knockouts.

I often see funny pictures with hilarious captions so without any originality, these will be "Craptions"

No explanation.

With all that said I won't be posting "inspirational quotes" or telling people what they should be doing with their lives because that'd be hypocritical considering I'm one of the most fucked up people I know. Don't confuse this with my "Ventilation", Because that is my declaimer for my biased opinion. I'm talking about the people who give you relationship advice as if they know it all and every thing they do with the opposite sex is worth documentation to teach future couples how they should interact with the opposite sex. Basically unless you've reached total enlightenment, and live on the top of a mountain in some buddha temple with a fucking eagle perched on your shoulder as you meditate, you aren't worth listening to and people will do what they want to do regardless of your two cents.

I'm Furious...what else is new..

But this really brightened my day.


EMBED-Worst Rap Battle Ever - Watch more free videos

This is how a true artist is..

Fucked up..

Let me clear the air.

I've been hearing a shit ton of odd ass rumors about my recent injury so let me stop the smoke from being blown up the asses.

Thursday night me and some friends went and played football at Shoup Park round 1030 p.m.

Round 11 A fat kid kneed me in the face on a tackle (Accident)

I still laugh at how that sounds

Went to West Hills hospital to probably the worst service a man with several broken bones in his face could receive. (Don't ever go there)

Took 2 hours to get two shot of morphine, 2 1000mg tylenol. (Didn't do shit)

Found out I broke my Orbital bone (Eye socket) in 3 different places and my cheekbone.

My mom was still in London but managed to pull strings and get my into UCLA medical before catching the next flight out so I had her friends drive me round 2 in the morning

Got to UCLA and shit gets fuzzy cause they doped me up really hard and consistently.

Taken into surgery round 5 pm the next day and had all my bones reset and all the incisions were under my lip and under my eyelid so i oddly enough have no scars but a small slit on my upper left eyelid

I got out of surgery with minimal Swelling but my left eye is sewn shut to contain movement for healing

I've been high all weekend/Week off Vicodin and Perkasets.

I get the stitches out my eye on Thursday cause that's the only part that still hurts and Twice my eyelid basicly busted out of them. Had my eye checked out and my vision and alignment are all perfect Thank god.

So thts bout it. I'm basicly on healing till next week but Friday I go back to school cause I look normal...Well minus the sewn eye lol.

Gracias and Good Night.

Really. Fucking. Shitty. Day.

Woke up at 940. My first class is at 8. Have a test in that 8 am class on friday and missed the study guide.

I'm really starting to feel the effects of the separation between us. The "man" in me says I'm fine but the "real man" you showed me i can be, is really hurting on a different level.

My car didn't start today for the same reason i payed 300 dollars for two weeks ago to fix. This malfunction obviously came when i had to go to work so I then had to walk down to the bottom of the hill and take 3 buses to get to work.

I was 45 min. late.

The bus ride home was freezing.

Not for the cold weather outside but because the bus driver is a freak and had the air conditioner on the whole. way. home.

Pretty sure the guy sitting next to me had to take a mondo shit, because he farted some ungodly farts half the trip.

When I got off the bus i rushed across the street to catch the 645.

That bus drops me off practically in front of my house compared to walking up my mile hill of Don Pio dr.

I ran so fast across the street with a strong stride even, staring at this bus to make sure I'd get to the stop on time..

I ran dead into a fucking light pole

I gashed myself right above my left eyebrow so now I'm visibly bleeding into my left eye, but I'm super determined to catch this bus, so I redouble my sprint and make it to the next stop a block away before the bus.

It's the fucking 245.

I had to walk home from the warner center.

2.6 miles.

I finally get home and take a hot ass shower and wash the blood from my face an aches out of my body. I get out of the shower and wonder why the house is so cold when the heaters on. I walk to a vent to see that for the past 30 min. the house has just had cold air blowing out of the vents.

The heater is broken.

I'm now freezing my nuts off typing this with an ice pack on my face because the only viable outlet for my anger is this puny blog with maybe 10 followers who I don't care if they read it or not because this is for me.

So fuck you too.

I'm such a pussy

I'm taking motorcycle classes, working on selling my car, bought half my gear. Still too scared to tell my mother for fear of what she'll do to me.

I'm fucking 19...

My father's favorite story.

Two monks approach a river. There is a desperate elderly woman crying along the bank. "What could be troubling you so deeply?" The first monk asks. "Why I've been stuck at this river all day and my bones aren't strong to weather the current", the old woman replies. "Well hop on my back and we'll make it across together." The second monk looks on in astonishment and worry as he reminds his friend how its illegal to let the woman ride him across the river, but the first monk pays him no mind. So they make it across the river and it's several more miles into the monks journey. "I still can't believe you let the woman ride you across the river like that, you know how illegal it is." The first monk takes a few more paces before responding then calmly and cooly says "My friend I simply carried that old woman across the river, but it is you who has carried her the miles since."

Soooo Tired

I'm like a walkin zombie dreading the hundreds of dollars i have because I know exactly where they all need to go. Bills, Fines, And car repairs. Like how could this be right at all!? I really find myself walking around with aimless purpose kinda in a daze. I really need to catch up on sleep and get back in this school routine cause I'm losing my mind.

One Eight.

18 is such a fucked up age. Everyone expects you to be a man or grown about your shit but really you're just 17 with the ability to fuck your life over with "no one" to save you. I hate that parents say 18 and your out. Thats the dumbest shit I could ever imagine. Parents should let you live while you're young and then pay closest attention when you turn 18 and slowly but surely realize the shit you can get yourself into. Christ it's the time of your life when you are extremely hormonal and apt to do some really retarded shit. (Trust). I turn 19 today. And it actually does feel different. I feel like i weathered my first step into reality and survived with only a couple thousand dollars in fees and warrants. Fuck 18. Those who go hard and celebrate it, nothing against you. But you have no idea what you're really getting yourself into.

Ok Ok

So maybe Valley college ain't half bad. I'm feelin the people, the location, and the stress free environment. You rarely see the random white kid with the rollin backpack tryna bust a 100 meter dash to his next class. The trees give shade and I know a damn good portion of people here randomly from this wild summer. I'll be undergrad transferring to USC next year just to have the prestigious diploma in my pocket to do w/e with. Just got out of my counseling apt. and realized how easy that will be. Finally on a realistic track and not thinking about trying to change my mind if that makes any sense. Everybody is happy and it's contagious. Finally doin shit right. Nothin really missing this time around.

Sooo happy they actually made a video finally!!

Its everything I expected it to be.

I'm exhausted

My days no longer end when I choose them too and I no longer have the luxury of staying up to the break of dawn because I have way to much shit to do and or think about. On I now have Classes from 8 to bout 1230. Then track 2 to bout 430. Then work from 5 to 7. I'm exhausted after all this to the point of not even wanting to talk.

Sidenote.

My license is being revoked tomorrow morning. As I'm sure most know I got a rediculous speeding ticket along with riding in the shoulder and blah blah dumb I know. Well I have the court date for it tomorrow. My birthday present from my mother is paying off all my fines and bail fees (about 4000 dollars) so I'll be able to start fresh..... again.

I'll be selling my car within the month so if you want a 98 mustang with a 06 engine lemme know cause I'm selling it and buying a motorcycle. I found out my drivers license has nothing to do with my Motorcycle license except for the points on my driving record (6), for insurance. A broker will set me up with insurance for about 225 a month with full coverage and gas is like 3 dollars for 64 miles. (Bout 10 bucks for a car).

Back to the original point.

There's a lot of things I'm suppressing and it is coming out in random bits of rage and frustration. Not some breaking or punching people type shit just almost P.M.S. like mood swings. I need therapy, as much as I hate it. If I can't have therapy, I need to go back to boxing. That worked just the same. One way or another I need to get this shit outa me cause it's slowin me down and I need to be doin it movin. Especially as of late.

Only appropriate cause this is the only dance I appreciate and makes me laugh.

There was actually a dougie battle the other night.

Hella fun

Go ahead and rip this one to shreds like any dance in the valley.

Fuck me.

I'm really trying to better myself as a person on a conscious and personal level but the devil on my shoulder still says "Fuck It" so loud that I'm almost always conflicted these days within my own damn skull. It's getting extremely difficult to think. How do you actually become a good person when you don't care about others like that? I was raised to fend for myself and do by my own. But when I become dependent on anything, it's never a good thing. It's like I'm an addict and I can't quit my mental drugs. Relieving my emotional stress and anger on my indecent sarcasm and rude remarks to keep people away. If i become a "good person", I still will not like people. How will I keep people away from me then? It's not even like you can just become a good person but I'm really stressing myself out and second guessing my actions after I do it as of late. I'm trying to become a man and stop with the ditching responsibility shit. I want others to make a conscious decision if we are friends or not, off who I am, and or what I aspire to be. Not the car I could drive if my mother cared enough to buy me. Or the Bape I could floss if she spent a quarter of the cash she throws around on my wardrobe. Fuck that shit. I'm trying become a man of my actions and words.

It's time to grow the fuck up.

This is my last week.

This is my last week of Drinking

This is my last week of obvious ignorance

This is my last week of being nice to people I have no interest in

This is my last week of not assuming responsibility.

I have acquired a lot of consequences over this summer. Lost Friends and those close to me. Learned new names and faces though I have no interest in any of them. My lisence is about to be revoked Sept. 3rd because I double the speed limit on the freeway on the fourth of July. For no reason at all. These need to stop. I have a crack in my left wheel of Mustang from racing after I got my already ridiculous ticket. These need to stop.

I guess this is just my note for myself on I need to grow up. Hopefully things are too in the shitter because I miss alot of my past and hopefully somethings can be salvaged.

Maybe one day I'll be able to fully vent but I know I'm starting boxing again to get out my pent up frustration. I'm done for now

Poetry Lounge Tomorrow.

Spittin Throwbacks.

10Depp's new mixtape has brightened my mood 10x over again.

Pop them thangs thangs.

Wow.

Wait..at the end of it all it was you. It was you. At the end of it all it was you. And at the end. It was you. And at the end of it all.

Looking, for how I see it, when I finally realized, couldn't believe it. I couldn't, even swallow. Had a lump in my throat, stomach hollow. I had a notion that things were fishy, but everything was fine so why get pissy? But nights you wasn't seein me was when you gets it in. Thats when the stupidest shit would begin. 'Where you at' 'Where you goin'. Is all i get when I pick up the phone. Not a 'Hello' or 'I miss you'. Or even 'Hows The Renaissance, and hows it do'. Suspicious ones, though few. Can stress out ya brain, it weighs on you man. I had to peep game cause I thought it was me but in the end it was you.

It's you. At then end of it all it was you. And at the end. It was you. At the end of it all. It's you. It's you. At then end of it all it was you.

- Q-Tip

Eh.

I don't wanna speak on how I truly feel cause it's just going to complicate and divide. So I'ma keep it pushin and watch my streams.

This was the tightest by far for too many reasons.

5 min of Iron Man 2

Can You Say Leakage?

This nigga is a genius

Basicly

Phew.

Some times you need to step back and take a breathe, be thank full, and move on.

Take a number to kick this man in the teeth.

Like really though....you called Obama Racist??

Omfg I Can't Wait

For This Stupid Shit To Hit Commercials

Now you know the perfect present for that coming anniversary.

Wayne Is So Tight For That Recovery

Drake Still A Bitch Though

Ahhh Yes. Nobody can diss you better.

Music is what I'm busy with now.

Somethin Like This..

I really don't know

What to do with myself..

Drake Invented The New Freestyle

It's called "Pre-written Verses"

Shiiiit give it up to the new era of freestyle!!.....oh

"Yo Lets Chill"

What does it mean to "chill"? Does it mean to be lazy and do nothing? I hate it when somebody asks me if I wanna "chill". That shit sounds way too boring to even became almost interested. For me to "chill" with you I'd have to be incredible interested in who you are as a person, or you have something of interest to me. Sounds shallow I guess but it's true. I understand "Chill out", for those real hype niggas who need some A.D.D. meds to slow their scrawny ass's down. But to "chill", just seems blan and uneventful. I think staring at a manilla folder glued on a beige wall has more excitement than the most riveting of "chill sessions". When you read this know never to invite me to "chill", or I'll explain to you how you are so boring you couldn't have thought of something better to do than bring me into your boredom so we can scratches our asses in unison on your living room couch.