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...