slo is a bitch with age

got written up (finally?) but i still dislike it >:(.
i thought lauren and i would only get written up for "sports in the hall" (aka kicking a soccer ball into other people's rooms) BUT NO. i seriously thought i could go this whole year without a record, but that's only wishful thinking (plus i'm just totally badass).
so, instead: what up iphone pics?



a klepto in ~action (aka Alison) write her up!



now she's really looking for cats




a children's book -__-



The Jug in action!


oh hai ;)


my "friends" (yeah...i know, don't worry, i just bowl with them)


my head wear costume




some hot guyz from bare feet;) (i know them!)










tomorrows bad seeds (without apostrophe) were sooooooo good.


soooooooo that's cool and all, but i don't like getting written up -______-

this post is a shoutout to Dakine backpacks.

good to know that Dakine makes backpacks that can hold a 30 pack.

why are people lined up?

FOR THIS GUY:


I'm going to Josh Blue next week and no one can stop me!

if i ever was in a rap battle...

I hope some day I'm challenged to a rap battle. I would have this memorized. (I would only go against women though, rapping against men would be too intimidating...unless it's Trina...lets be real.) Of course this puts me in a very favorable light and the listener as a dunce, but that's the point right? Anyways, I rule.

fast with my words
so fast you can't understand
the ideas that i'm spoutin
stop poutin
get it together and let's see what you got
cuz i'm too hot
too on fire
just shot the ball
no i ain't a liar
just sit back and listen
i'll tell you everything you need to know
cuz i'm the master, professor, your honor
i got my shit together
on the table, ready to dish out
onto your plates
you can eat it up, suck it up,
hell you can even love it up,
cuz my shit tastes delicious
my rhymes vicious
blow your socks off
you'll be on the floor
crying "please mommy no more no more"


and then everyone would go, "OOOOOOHHHHHHHHHH HELL YEAH HELL YEAH... etc."
a definite dream of mine. along with fencing.



girl put some panties on!

if i was an iphone...

this is what i saw:


people dying in the library for 12 hours.




jacob alvarez being his extremely creepy self.


a girl being sad because katie wont pick up her phone call


4 people being beat by an invisible girl named "Jan". dammit jan.


a weird old lady on a hill


ll cool j orange juice








oh and fucking jenny owen youngs.

and then proceeded to meet her. she didn't play any pussy shit.



at home and exhausted but extremeeeelyyyy satisfied :D

tribute to willow glen from my autumn year of high school

its days are made up of children yelling and a car's engine revving
a lawn mower and a dog or two barking.

the residents consist of extremes of the young and extremes of
the old, some teenagers, some tired parents, and the just
married.

the cars driven were the newest model of its year
complete with cup holder and a sixty-dollar bill every time it needs gas

houses are filled with college degrees, pictures of distant
relatives, a secret hidden recipe or two, shredded papers
with important information, and a heavy
coat for that
one
really
cold
day.

its location is in the cross-section of wealth, like the war movies
before the sixties,
and if you venture three miles to one side
you'll find parents who can't feed their children.

the school district is not the best
but that's california for you
thus the children are forced into private schools
secular or non, but mostly the first

the main streets are: lincoln meridian minnesota bird pine.
when pine turns into hamilton you've gone too far.
the highways of choice are 280 and 87.
you can only get to 85 or 101 by 280 and 87.

it has a cal-train and a light rail and
a bus system but the only riders are
desperate or meager or one random high school
girl without a car.

only because i think i'm good 2

"Untitled"
ideas and thoughts lost to the
fortuitousness of the computer:
explosive, in the wrong sense.

still not over you
still not over you
still not over you
you're over me.

can't accept can't realize
don't want to accept or realize
help me.

a lonely life
with a lonely middle
and an even lonelier start.
you're not helping.



"Tonight Right Now"
it's so late and i'm still up
with activity scheduled to take place in several hours.
my mind frequently wanders to you
and what you're not doing:
thinking of me.

"never never never never never" i repeat
to myself to remember that it's over
although it wasn't necessarily fun while it lasted.

my medicine is out and i don't know what to expect.
i hope to see the rest of the quarter through
with a steady head and sturdy feet.
and a brain filled with thoughts of you.

"Untitled 2"
i'm a drunkard and i'm crazy
i'm haphazardous and dizzy.
free of medicine in the brain
and swinging on the mood swings
the medicine gives
and even though it's gone,
it still gives.

"a roller coaster of emotions"
is what i tell myself.
after the dizzy spell
after the arbitrary feeling of complete happiness.
soon, i'm back to baseline:
unorthodox and depressed
because you're still here
and i'm still there
and we never were.


"Practice"
fingers sore from the strings of the guitar
i practiced for me and for her
but mostly for you.
hope you're impressed because this was
dedicated for guess who.


"Us"
i see the hurt in the young girl's eyes.
is it sad that i know how she's feeling?
exactly what she's feeling
at least she had something

is it sad that we feel the same?
her with a year,
me with nothing more but a hope
and a sliver of nonsense.