"Make your own path, be a legend in your skin..."
...don't expect more when you put in less work than all them.
I cannot even begin to tell you how much I love Nas. He is my second favorite artist...number one being Biggie. He is a bomb-ass lyricist, free-styler, and I love his voice and the way he delivers his songs.
I found out last week that my family isn't coming here for my graduation. It made me feel so good inside, as you could imagine. It's like I just worked my ass off for the past four years for nothing. No one is going to be there to share my accomplishments with me. My mom said she would try to get Jim to come, but according to him "he can't take off work." He's not the CEO of a company, so I don't know what the big deal is. I think it would be good for him. To get away. To see me. To forget about his daily routine and responsibilities.
Spring Break is a mere two weeks away. I have already made an oath that I WILL NOT get 3rd degree burns all over my body on the first day of being there. I think I might go up to Tampa or something with Andy for a few days while Amanda is in the Bahamas. Either way, it'll be good times with him regardless of where we go. Andy's been growing out his ball hair so I can shave it for him. Mmmm mmmm good. I'm going to save a single hair to floss with. Delicious. We better get our tattoos.
I have always loved graffiti art. Even though people might consider it to be vandalism, I think it is a form of expression that is often times very beautiful. I was just looking at some pictures that a friend of mine took while he was home in Boston, and they were so amazing. They were just pictures of graffiti that he saw while walking the streets of Boston. People naturally put up a wall to block out things that are foreign to them, and I think that's why most people do not like graffiti. They have not taken the time to actually look at it, appreciate it, and interpret it. Most times it is hard to make out the words because of the form of text, but it can still be beautiful. People need to realize that the whole point of art is to provoke certain uneasy feelings because those feelings are what cause you to remember and appreciate it.
I need to get out of here and forget about everything.
What am I doing with my life?
Sometimes I feel like the days are just flying by and I'm not making an impact on anything or anyone.
Sometimes I wish Amanda was here so we could just go and do random stupid things. It seems like none of my friends want to just chill or go drive somewhere. It sucks. I want to see things. No one seems to be down to just pick up and go. Why? What's holding them back?
Just.
Let.
Go.
I cannot even begin to tell you how much I love Nas. He is my second favorite artist...number one being Biggie. He is a bomb-ass lyricist, free-styler, and I love his voice and the way he delivers his songs.
I found out last week that my family isn't coming here for my graduation. It made me feel so good inside, as you could imagine. It's like I just worked my ass off for the past four years for nothing. No one is going to be there to share my accomplishments with me. My mom said she would try to get Jim to come, but according to him "he can't take off work." He's not the CEO of a company, so I don't know what the big deal is. I think it would be good for him. To get away. To see me. To forget about his daily routine and responsibilities.
Spring Break is a mere two weeks away. I have already made an oath that I WILL NOT get 3rd degree burns all over my body on the first day of being there. I think I might go up to Tampa or something with Andy for a few days while Amanda is in the Bahamas. Either way, it'll be good times with him regardless of where we go. Andy's been growing out his ball hair so I can shave it for him. Mmmm mmmm good. I'm going to save a single hair to floss with. Delicious. We better get our tattoos.
I have always loved graffiti art. Even though people might consider it to be vandalism, I think it is a form of expression that is often times very beautiful. I was just looking at some pictures that a friend of mine took while he was home in Boston, and they were so amazing. They were just pictures of graffiti that he saw while walking the streets of Boston. People naturally put up a wall to block out things that are foreign to them, and I think that's why most people do not like graffiti. They have not taken the time to actually look at it, appreciate it, and interpret it. Most times it is hard to make out the words because of the form of text, but it can still be beautiful. People need to realize that the whole point of art is to provoke certain uneasy feelings because those feelings are what cause you to remember and appreciate it.
I need to get out of here and forget about everything.
What am I doing with my life?
Sometimes I feel like the days are just flying by and I'm not making an impact on anything or anyone.
Sometimes I wish Amanda was here so we could just go and do random stupid things. It seems like none of my friends want to just chill or go drive somewhere. It sucks. I want to see things. No one seems to be down to just pick up and go. Why? What's holding them back?
Just.
Let.
Go.