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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Hurry up and die, (cause there's a party in hell)

I do so many weird things in my sleep. I sleep walk, sleep talk, pick up phone calls, make phone calls, text people...etc

Last night I stayed at Greg's house, and He, his cousin and I were up until 2 trying to beat the first God of War (not Gears of war, GOD of war, the unnecessarily bloody button masher for the PS2). And around 1:30 or 2, I wound up falling asleep, and shortly after, my friends did too. About a half an hour into my sleep, I said (loudly) something like "wait no, you gotta pick it up, pick it up and place it." and then I went back to sleep. Greg and Mike woke me up and was like "WHAT THE FUCK WERE YOU JUST DREAMING ABOUT??"

I couldn't remember, and that story is a lot better heard in person.

There are several different anecdotes about things like that, and its all really funny. But I'm not gonna recite them all here.

My, how the heroes have fallen!

We are Heroes had a show this Sunday, and they completely bombed. The drummer (Ron) came, played, and left. The Rhythm (ratboy) didn't even show. DHardcore, (one of the vocalists who replaced Jose and I) lost his voice the first minute. Matty Bones, (the other vocalist) did amazingly, but he was too out of control and kept hitting Trevor and Chris nasty, fucking them up. Trevor, guitar, fucked up many of the lines, and Chris, doesn't even know how to play bass.

I wasn't there of course, but this all I heard from a friend who was. And its so funny, cause now I don't have to be embarrassed with a title of "hero" anymore.

they're also having a name change, I think its going from "We Are Heroes" to "They Are Conceited"

poor guys.

anyway..

Last night after work, I tried to stretch my ears to 0g so I could fit these babies in:
but I did it dry and fucked my right ear up. The swelling went down and it's not bleeding anymore, so I might try again tonight or tomorrow.



BY THE WAY,
I don't know how i could've forgotten, but today Doug and I worked on guitar riffs for a new band we're gonna start, and we finished a song together. I just need to talk to a few people about drums and get some shit started.

I am so fucking pumped.





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NEWS!

We Are Heroes kicked Jose and I out today.

I'm not too shook up about it, cause I was hearing shit from different people that we'd be getting dropped, so it's whatever. I just like how they have someone who isn't in the band instant message me and say that I'm out. And then add a "we still want to be friends, no hard feelings." I mean, I'm still gonna be down with them, cause they're my friends and shit, but they really did us dirty, and that's fucked up.

I'm currently working on putting together another group, and all we need now is another guitarist. I'm feelin a little hardcore/2-step with southern rock influence.

if it all goes through, it'll be mad fun.

Completely unrelated, I am getting a bit better at this photoshop shyyt.
Check it out meng:




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Merry Gookmas!

Alright, i figured that I should start this post off with a picture of a snake halfway through eating a rat from my AP Bio class last week:
Next Order of business; CHRISTMAS!

It was really good this year, I nabbed some cologne and shaving stuff and underwear and such from my mom. (along with $100)

and from my Dad, I got some wife beaters, socks, boxers, deodorant, and such.
Along with a $100 amex gift card.

My grandma on my dad's side got me a poofy vest, I have a picture of it. She said it was 'hip' but I think she just doesn't like me very much :

(I look like the biggest fucking nerd in this thing,
I like it, but I probably would have spent the money getting drunk)

This morning before the awesomeness began, life was horrible.
my wisdom teeth are coming in and the ones on the right side of my mouth bite my cheek every time i close my mouth. So I stole the Anbesol mouth numbing stuff out of the medicine cabinet this morning, and I took so much, my insides are fucking numb.

Lastly, I wanted to show nigguhz that I've been using the Photogook my girlfriend gave me.
(by far the best gift I got)

You can tell where I messed up around the edges and shit, but for my first photoshop project EVER, I think it looks pretty good.

So yeah, a merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night!

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p.s. Nikki's little brother said he didn't believe in Santa, so I called their house last night pretending to be him. Oh good times.

Christmas Eve

Today was great! (no sarcasm)

Nikki came over and we exchanged gifts, I got her a mad expensive necklace, and she gave me the latest version of photoshop, which is pretty ill, cause I wanted to edit some pics and throw together some logos for my band, and there was no torrent for it. so yah.

I went to my Uncle Joey and Aunt Tricia's tonight also. I hung out with them, my favorite cousin Michelle, ate some food, had coffee, it was pretty good.

Aside from waking up at 7:30 this morning, today was a good day.

=]


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Last Night

Last night was great.
not as bad as I expected at all.

My mom gave me some sort of alcoholic beverage, (malibu bay breeze, you can call me a fag, but it wasn't my choice) and its like the second time this week that I've been buzzed acting like an asshole in my house.

both times I run around like a crab screaming "I'm a CRABBBB!"

it's really quite comical, and embarrassing. But I'm not worried about it.


Nikki and I had a great time together too.
she lives about a half hour away and lately we haven't seen much of each other.
I love her so much and I really wouldn't mind spending the rest of my life with her.





GOOK




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Cold...

For anyone who hasn't been to my house, my grandma doesn't like to put the heat on, ever. And in the rare case that she does, the ceiling in my room is too high for it to fill with warmth. So I have to wake up every single fucking morning with a cold noes and frozen toes.

sucks.


I'm going to school today, then cleaning the whole house for company. Even though the only people coming over today are Mother Theresa (one of my moms patients) and Nikki (my beautiful girlfriend).

for some reason my mom wants to put the big fake tree up today, and take it down like, right on or after Christmas. I'm like, 'why fucking bother?' but whatever. It's the holidays and I'm trying to be nice.


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First Blog?

Ok. My friend Lexi told me to make this.
so I did.

I'm Tony, and it's December 23rd, and I'm excited for Christmas.