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So veterans day i couldnt get my license but ryan and i will be going tuesday. Then i can finish up my transcripts for school and everything. Although i need to evaluate once again what field i want to go into again...
Nothing really has been going on. Except I havent been able to sleep well lately. And i've been eating like a pregnant woman. Has depression manifested itself into the characteristics of a girl who is experiencing the side effects of being knocked up too much?
Popularity came to mind after this girl on myspace sent this note to every black person she could find saying her roomate (some high socialite fag) is really a racist and when hes fucked up calls her all kinds of name and shes a nigger and other obsenities. Even though this kid stays in her house....
Being the fucker i am and my dislike for any kind of gay socialite (especially the group that this kid associats with all the time) I had to intervene and confide in her my knowledge that he's a meth addict and his problems stem from his drug usage and other things. It was a lovely conversation and I was intrigued with her for a while but then it hit me, she LIKED hanging out with those kinds of people.
The things she enjoyed doing was dressing up, looking "fabulous", and taking pictures... she even proceeeded to give me the link to her puppy's myspace page.... i mean how fucking lame. I'm going to make BULLDAKA a page just for the hell of it.
Anyway the point i'm getting at is two things. Why do i dislike people is it because that secretly deep down inside I wish to hang out and socialize with them? For a while I thought it was. Its what i strove to be in the atlanta mafia days. But now that this girl invites me to hang with her I'm like that really isnt me. I like having fun doing my thing. Not striving to be perceived as beautiful.
There was a time in my life where i wanted to do all these things to myself. Get contacts, grow hair and dye and all these other things. But when i reallly thought about what this does is give a false image of what i am. I dont have hazel eyes, i have brown eyes. I do have flaws. With me people see what they'll wake up to the next day. Just me. Thats what they should like me for. I would never change the fact that i'm black. Although i do believe people cast judgement on me just by race. (not in any significant sense, its hard to explain). And all of these things i stand for this group of people that those people stand against. They stand for a life of being perceived as beautiful "fabulous" people. No flaws, and you always will wake up next to a model.
Anyone could wear this facade. It doesnt take much. I dont know what i'm getting at either. I guess it just surprises me that these people are that superficial. Not superficial either, the more appropriate phrase is blindly living for a lifestyle that doesnt exist.
Anyway I'm going to try to sleep. Oh yeah i did this survey What is your logo... mine is
This is the Age of The Jeffrey Norman
Nothing really has been going on. Except I havent been able to sleep well lately. And i've been eating like a pregnant woman. Has depression manifested itself into the characteristics of a girl who is experiencing the side effects of being knocked up too much?
Popularity came to mind after this girl on myspace sent this note to every black person she could find saying her roomate (some high socialite fag) is really a racist and when hes fucked up calls her all kinds of name and shes a nigger and other obsenities. Even though this kid stays in her house....
Being the fucker i am and my dislike for any kind of gay socialite (especially the group that this kid associats with all the time) I had to intervene and confide in her my knowledge that he's a meth addict and his problems stem from his drug usage and other things. It was a lovely conversation and I was intrigued with her for a while but then it hit me, she LIKED hanging out with those kinds of people.
The things she enjoyed doing was dressing up, looking "fabulous", and taking pictures... she even proceeeded to give me the link to her puppy's myspace page.... i mean how fucking lame. I'm going to make BULLDAKA a page just for the hell of it.
Anyway the point i'm getting at is two things. Why do i dislike people is it because that secretly deep down inside I wish to hang out and socialize with them? For a while I thought it was. Its what i strove to be in the atlanta mafia days. But now that this girl invites me to hang with her I'm like that really isnt me. I like having fun doing my thing. Not striving to be perceived as beautiful.
There was a time in my life where i wanted to do all these things to myself. Get contacts, grow hair and dye and all these other things. But when i reallly thought about what this does is give a false image of what i am. I dont have hazel eyes, i have brown eyes. I do have flaws. With me people see what they'll wake up to the next day. Just me. Thats what they should like me for. I would never change the fact that i'm black. Although i do believe people cast judgement on me just by race. (not in any significant sense, its hard to explain). And all of these things i stand for this group of people that those people stand against. They stand for a life of being perceived as beautiful "fabulous" people. No flaws, and you always will wake up next to a model.
Anyone could wear this facade. It doesnt take much. I dont know what i'm getting at either. I guess it just surprises me that these people are that superficial. Not superficial either, the more appropriate phrase is blindly living for a lifestyle that doesnt exist.
Anyway I'm going to try to sleep. Oh yeah i did this survey What is your logo... mine is
This is the Age of The Jeffrey Norman