Long time no see, blogger.com!

Ok so here's an update of my life as it stands now.

I'm graduating High School this Saturday, and it still hasn't hit me that I'm not going to ever go back again. Even though I can say it over and over again, and even after I went to Suffolk to schedule my classes, it just doesn't feel right. But, whatever.

I got accepted into the honors program at SCCC, and I'm taking all honors courses. I also need to write an essay, I suck at those. But again, it's whatever, I always figure shit out.

I work at Friendl'ys now. I do ice cream. Just like at Coldstone.

Next thing is, I finally got into a new band. I went to one of Greg's shows, and while there, I met this guy DJ, who's the guitarist of the band Palmyra, and they go to Jimmy and Tanya's place (J and T are also in Greg's band) and jam together, then both bands get trashed, and it's a good time.

Anyway, I was talking to him, and he said that his band was doing really well, but was really shaky on vocals and I told him that I did vocals. So we exchanged numbers, and I came down to a few practices. They liked me, and I joined up!

After only a month in the band, we just our first show the other day at the Wildwood Lanes bowling ally in bumfuck Riverhead. Everyone loved our set and we got pretty much everyone to beat the shit out of eachother.

I'm really excited about this one.


Lastly, and most depressing, my girlfriend is moving to New Jersey the day after prom, And then she's going to be in Germany for a month over the summer. We were going out a long time last year, broke up towards the end of the school year, and now we've been together since august. We decided the best thing to do to save both of our sanities was to break up when she leaves, and that's going to be in less than 3 days.

Fuck.

Nikki is going to Hofstra in the fall though, it's about 40 minutes from me, and if the planets align correctly, we might get back together then.

The Big Apple

My AP Bio teacher Mr. Seif told us that there was a lecture going on at the museum of natural history Sunday, and anyone who went would get a 100 on a quiz grade. So Greg, Chanida, Nikki and I took the 8:40 train in yesterday. We spent most of the morning looking for a butterfly knife and other pointless things to buy on canal street, and eating lunch at some place. I had roast duck. It was great. Whilst there, we met up with Ammar, Joe Dix, and Tom Hunt.

We got to the museum and met up with Seif and saw the first hour of the lecture. It was on dinosaurs, I expected more genetics, but most of it was fossil extraction. Whatever.

Afterwards we were walking back to the subway when we saw a hot dog stand. The fuck tried to cheat me out of a few dollars, but I set him straight. Fuck them cheap bastards.

Here's a funny picture of a crosswalk sign we found:[the shocker]

Here's a picture of Greg sleeping on the train, and a very disapproving colored woman in another seat behind him:

Spittin up peace patches

Its 6:37 on Wednesday morning. I'm up cause I had a very strange dream. A small group of people and I were on our way to a futuristic prison, I'm not sure why, but we were. But somehow, we managed to escape and hijack a car and drive away. But the way the roads work in the future is, is that when a police officer wants to pull you over, he/she just can, because the cars and the road have sensors, and when activated, he can manipulate and slow down the car, and force it to pull over, kind of like a remote control. And that's what happened to us, but at this point, I think I was alone. So when the guard was coming up to the car, I jumped out and ran for my life, and wound up jumping a fence and landing in a little suburban neighborhood. I jumped through a mans kitchen window and said something like "sorry to disturb you, but I'm being chased right now," and he turned around from his stove with a piece of bread in his hand, it looked like a round loaf or something, and he looked at me and said, "You want some bread?" I replied "no thanks" and then I woke up.

Another crazy thing, my girlfriend was in the dream, but she was on the polices side, chasing me also, but I could tell she was reluctant to help them. Crazy shit...

Holdin' it down for the underground!

I think I download too much music.
As a favor, I got incubus's entire discography (12 cds) and I burned them, and wrote down the album name and year for each and gave them to Greg's cousin Mike. Just cause. Haha, I don't like Incubus so i just deleted all of that off my comp.

So if you need music. Hit me up.



The Show yesterday was great. We Are Heroes played the first half of their set with the new vocalist, and then for the last two songs, Jose and I jumped up on the stage and stole the fucking show. (Trevor asked us to do it, but they fucking loved it). The crowd had a 100x better reaction for us than Mike, and it was so good, cause when we went up there were literally 5 cameras on us, and it felt really good to be back.

Also, all of my muscles hurt from dancing so hard.

And I had to leave the show early cause I was feeling the side effects of my Bronchitis meds.
almost puked son.



I think Cecil Otter is my new favorite rapper. But I could be wrong.





I love Nikki, a whole lot.
I might get seasick sometimes but I'll never be sick of our troubled waters.

Since last time; Gangsta Boi

Nikki and I made up and we're doin good, always do, and I like that.
What couple doesn't fight, right?

This weekend was ridiculous. Instead of doing our own AP Bio project, Greg, Tom and I joined up with another group and had them over Saturday, and when they left, the game we were playing went missing. Assassins Creed. We confronted them yesturday, but the kid who we pretty much knew who did it was just all "I swear to God man, I swear to God, I didn't even know man." He wouldn't look either of us in the eye. Fucking pussy.

anyway, Saturday night, I got drunk with Grego and spent the night playing video games and drunk dialing people. Haha, same ol' shit.


aaaaanand, one last note, Trevor of We Are Heroes IMed me yesturday asking for Jose and I to join them again. It's so fucking funny. I'm probably not gonna join WAH again, but we're (Jose and I) playing with them this Sunday cause I haven't done a live show in a while, and that's fucking Ligiea, (or however you spell it). Good Shyyyyt.




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Fuck UPPPPP

New years eve, Doug and I got a little buzzed and made lots of prank calls.
lots of fun.



Ok, yesturday and today, Nikki and I hit a little snag, and I'd rather not reveal to many details, but I wound up unloading on her a good 99% of the things that have happened in the past that have hurt me or pissed me off. I never got to vent to her about it in the past year and a half, and it's been building up. She just got off the phone feeling like the worst person ever.

and I'm not the least bit satisfied.
I never wanted to hurt her, no matter how bad I felt.
and I think this might take more than a band-aid to fix.

fuck.







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