New journal: iKrusnik

The minute I got home, I made myself a cookie shake, watched a bit of TV, and just plopped right to bed. Success!

I wake up only to find Villada's father knocking on the door. Villada sent me a letter so I is pretty great. :]

Nao, I waste my night, and try to sleep.

OR.

I can try something new. I can work out right before Über sleep! >:]

The show was fucking AMAZING.

I have never felt so pumped and empowered by anything ever! We got there a bit late, but we weren't so hot about the opening act anyway. We got to the show just in time to see As Blood Runs Black play their best releases. :D ONLY PROBLEM WAS THE MINUTE I ENTERED, I HAD A FAT, SWEATY FIST LANDING ON MY HEAD. That shit hurts so bad now! FUCCCKKK. But fuck it felt great getting fucked up and push moshing to ASBRB.

And well, since we weren't so hot about who was headlining, the next band became our little main event. The Acacia Strain was awesome! This is the second time I see them, and FUCK they never disappoint. I mean, damn. to say shit like "FUCK VICTORY RECORDS" and call a butthurt mosher who was complaining in the pit, and literally telling him to come to the stage and fight the guitarist, was just so fucking badass.

Then, Jose, Michael, and I went to BK and just stuffed our faces. This night was really needed.

♪ I AM THE END OF THE WORLD~! ♫

Tonight was spent watching Valkyrie, a movie which I have been dying to see since the trailer release. My god I can't stand critics sometimes. Although IMDB scores it a 7.5/10, which is pretty good on their scale, other critics hated the movie. Fucking epic from start to finish. The acting was amazing, the effects, and of course the plot.

Other movies to watch:
-Gran Torino
-Australia
-Defiance
-The Wrestler
-Doubt
-The Reader
-Frost/Nixon

Can't wait!~

Oh, and this weekend will not be like the last one. I demand GREATNESS.

Kitty   says:
 So how are you?
Michael says:
 good
 listening to frank sinatra
Kitty   says:
 Never heard of him
Michael says:
 .....



KITTY WTF.

Got a bit bored today in lunch, so decided to concoct something nice. :) Tell me what you think!



Her eyes were fixed at her sisters eyes. I cannot tell if she was in a state of shock, or in amazement. But as if Lucifer were to have shown his true colors, Vesta's grin grew wider with each careless step she took. She licked her lips as she bent down to help her sister from the terrible crash. Sola, bleeding profusely from her left abdomen, painfully raised her hand to her sister's soft, loving face.

"Why are you smiling, Vesta?" Sola was groaning in agony. She tried really hard not to jerk around and cry, making her pain worse.

Vesta lightly pulled away from Sola's helpless grasp and kissed her sisters bloody lips. While doing so, she grabbed the closest broken window piece from the ground. Her sister's car was totaled in such a rural area, that no one would truly know what happened.

And there I am, half-concious and half dead. I was staring at the events happening from the passengers side of the demolished vehicle. Just like Sola, I too had a gash near the side of my stomach. I wondered what the hell happened that caused this, but I was too fixed on the situation outside.  I crawl out in pain, trying to just get a hold of my body and have it stand.

Vesta looks past the wreck and saw me squirming out. She didn't think much of it, and stayed focused at her sister.

"I don't know what else to say but-" Vesta licked her lips. The landscape around us took on a strong shade of red. Something was not right. The more I struggled to get up, the faster my heart was pounding. I was dying from shock. But I still had control of my body.

"-this day did not taste as sweet as I imagined" Vesta, without warning, shoved the sharp, dirty, piece of windshield and shoved it through her sisters throat. My eyes widened.

Suddenly, my vision began to vibrate. A rush of warm and cool colors flow around. All I see is a figure approaching me.

Then, I gasp and get up from the hospital bed. The doctor calmly pulled me back to lay me down. I look at the doctors hands and see an empty syringe. It read "Morphine: 1 injection every 3 hours for severe pain."

FUCK.

My MSN fucked up hard. Need MSN's now please!

Yesterday was one of the worst Friday's..ever. I just wanted to get the fuck away from my house. But in doing so, I found myself walking around mainstreet pretty much alone. It wasn't good at all. But bleh. I got home a bit earlier than most nights. The minute I entered my house, I turned off everything. Cell phone, computer, everything. Put my head on the pillow, and just knocked out.

I woke up today pretty refreshed. I want to do something fun tonight, but either people are busy, or there is no circulation going on. No one wants to crash. All I know is that I could stay home and play F.E.A.R. 2 but it will get a bit tiresome after a few hours. Any ideas, guys?

I realize that I have never in my life liked change at a social level. It's good at certain points, and I acknowledge that it is good to have shit moving in life. But if it was up to me, I would do anything to preserve any friendship out there.

It's probably one of those weak things in me, but it is certainly something that I will not change. If I ever get in quarrels with any of you, remember that after dust settles, I will try to soften the ground back to how it was before the scuffle started. And yes, I will put anything of mine on the line for that. Balls, penis, love-handles, head, etc.

Demon! Demon of the Fall!

The drive is out. I'm tired from desperate attempts and false hopes.

It's like floating corpses. I have become what I and my best friend feared. A floating corpse that works almost like a machine.

Methodical steps. 1, 2, 3, 4, and so on..

Friday was terrible. Lets not even get to how stupid it really was.

Saturday was alright, I suppose. I had a big group thing in mind, but restrictions set us back.

However, tonight was really nice. I made the best of my day by using all my energy making people laugh, playing some songs for the older folks at the party, and some instrumentals for our enjoyment. Still, I felt like the puzzle piece that just does not fit in the picture, like always I guess.

Now for some confessions:

1. Cry. More. Get over it, bitch.

2. It's now, or nothing.

3. It isn't affection, it's settlement. But it makes you happy.

4. Why do you fall for the stupidest of things?

I FEEL LIKE IT'S A TRAP.

FUCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK.

What's up out there, CUEBALL!?

Hey, Alex!

If you can't beat 'em, join 'em.

Did I just go berzerk at my family for a fucking hat?

FUCK.

Coolest thing ever. I was eating a heated up pastelito, right? And since it was warm, the flaky skin just peels even easier. When you reveal the  cheese and the guayaba of the pastel-

IT LOOKS LIKE A HEART. XD Just you know, in a blender. XD

So yep, this weekend was good cause I got to hang out with V. Good shit. Still-

My mind has been day dreaming. I thought this would die off. But shit just keeps getting BETTER. D<

ROSADOOO! I could use a pick me up, or twelve. ;_; <3

I REFUSE TO BELIEVE THAT IT TOOK GOKU ONLY ONE PUNCH TO DEFEAT BROLLY! I REFUSE!

BROLLY WAS BEATING THE SHIT OUT OF GOKU. A PUNCH TO THE STOMACH!?

NO.

Greed.

Today has been a mesh of terrible, harsh thoughts, and nice scenery.

My day did not start well at all. I kept tossing and turning in my bed last night to sleep. And I ended clocking out at around 3:45am. It was really not cool.

I woke up with a terrible taste in my mouth. Finally, I remembered that I, again, had ANOTHER cold. So I was not up for much in the morning. Regardless, I got my books and left for school.

Luckily, I did not do much for the first couple of periods. I woke up at just the right time: Calculus. I finished my homework that is due next week, so I am quite satisfied with that. ^^

4th and 5th period were smooth. Art is always a simple class, and due to some random ass mix up with the 11th grade rotations for the FCAT Science Practices, I ended up skipping in Enriquez' class.

Before 5th we had lunch, and some dumb bullshit ass drama was going on. And well, the two girls are friends of mine. Frankly, I didn't care. I wanted to see them fight, instead of bickering to their own little groups about each other. :D

6th period wasn't that much of a drag, either. School treated me pretty well.

But I just didn't feel right. Maybe it was just the lack of sleep. What pissed me off was that I got so tired by the afternoon, I knocked out for about 4 hours, which drastically cut into my gym time, as well as my time for HW and shit.

But I took about a pound of cold medicine, so I should be sleeping just fine tonight. >:D

Meh, with Villada leaving, shit will be boring. I will no longer have things to look forward to. :\

I miss all my friends. I miss that closeness we all once shared. S'just history now.

Well, considering the major let downs and fails that my "friends" are, I re-re-re-re-re-re-learned who my friends are.

But for those who still underestimate me will soon feel someone pulling their strings. ;D

AND LMFAO Michael Phelps caught with a pipe.

I did not see that coming! :D

My day was going alright, until lunch.

I can officially say I do not pertain to a certain group, which has its advantages, but the closeness I felt with the people that I used to feel so attracted to has vanished.

Some of my friends are frauds.
Some of my friends are nasty.
Some of my friends are just damn cruel.
Some of my friends are too sensitive.
Some of my friends are insensitive.

x100 towards me.

Am I that fucking block of wood that everyone whacks when they're angry/sad/hurt/confused?