BACK AT HOME!!!
Yo man, I am so glad to be home...I am really in such a good mood being back here. Its been a real time at school. With all my friends; My time with Samantha (definitely the best...i like you alot), my wonderful time with my boys, my CHIEFSET NIGGAS...omg...we are taking over the world...its really just a matter of time. So enough of that, getting to the real nitty gritty. I miss HOPKINS
wait
did you just see what i said...
I MISS HOPKINS?!?!?!
but its sadly true. I miss the damn school soo much. But I hope you realize what I mean when I say I miss HOP. I don't miss Ms. Riley, or how wack and political our sports were. I don't miss the food, or the overachievers that went there...I miss me and julia hanging out every day. I miss my 2 live crew members. I miss the Lounge, and how it was SOOOOOO severely and racially segregated. I miss the Ms. Waters (for all intents and purposes...in fact i won't even go down there). I miss all the stupid shit we used to do to the lounge. I miss how tight Mr. Peters used to get when i would say "nigga" in a sentence. I miss how all the white boys wanted to be down. I miss all the BAD honeys who were older than us. I miss that nigga Jon Chapman. I miss Mr. Grigg and Ms. Richards. I hope i see them all again. You have to understand that these people were all soo formidable to my growth as an individual. I missed my first time gettin high at hop ( i wont even tell you bout that). SO much shit. This has all sprung from thanksgiving. I am soo thankful for my life and the people in it. Espeically my mom dukes and pop dukes. My mom may be the most gargantuan bitch on the face of this earth, but she has helped me with so much. She has also forced me to become a great man, and someday i hope to show her that I can be a great man, because I feel like I have had a great life as a boy. My dad has taught me patience and a bit of clairvoyence. Although that sounds strange, it follows a line of thought i have. My dad has shown me that everything needs a closer look. Reaction to an immediate action is not necessarily the best thing. Its one thing when someone tells you that, but to have that shown to you repeatedly is something so special. I am also thankful for my sisters. They are some serious jokesters. But they are soo deep, and one of the best things to have, if you are so lucky, is a sibling. Either way, all of this nostalgic is beginning to make me sick. However this does encapsulate my feelings. Its not much, but it gets the point across
Right now im listening to the Eminem album. OMG
OMG
OMG
COP THAT
THIS IS FUCKING REDICULOUS. IM SORRY, but WHY IS THIS WHITE GUY SUCH A LYRICAL GENIUS?!??!?!?!?!?!?!??!!?! oh well...
wait
did you just see what i said...
I MISS HOPKINS?!?!?!
but its sadly true. I miss the damn school soo much. But I hope you realize what I mean when I say I miss HOP. I don't miss Ms. Riley, or how wack and political our sports were. I don't miss the food, or the overachievers that went there...I miss me and julia hanging out every day. I miss my 2 live crew members. I miss the Lounge, and how it was SOOOOOO severely and racially segregated. I miss the Ms. Waters (for all intents and purposes...in fact i won't even go down there). I miss all the stupid shit we used to do to the lounge. I miss how tight Mr. Peters used to get when i would say "nigga" in a sentence. I miss how all the white boys wanted to be down. I miss all the BAD honeys who were older than us. I miss that nigga Jon Chapman. I miss Mr. Grigg and Ms. Richards. I hope i see them all again. You have to understand that these people were all soo formidable to my growth as an individual. I missed my first time gettin high at hop ( i wont even tell you bout that). SO much shit. This has all sprung from thanksgiving. I am soo thankful for my life and the people in it. Espeically my mom dukes and pop dukes. My mom may be the most gargantuan bitch on the face of this earth, but she has helped me with so much. She has also forced me to become a great man, and someday i hope to show her that I can be a great man, because I feel like I have had a great life as a boy. My dad has taught me patience and a bit of clairvoyence. Although that sounds strange, it follows a line of thought i have. My dad has shown me that everything needs a closer look. Reaction to an immediate action is not necessarily the best thing. Its one thing when someone tells you that, but to have that shown to you repeatedly is something so special. I am also thankful for my sisters. They are some serious jokesters. But they are soo deep, and one of the best things to have, if you are so lucky, is a sibling. Either way, all of this nostalgic is beginning to make me sick. However this does encapsulate my feelings. Its not much, but it gets the point across
Right now im listening to the Eminem album. OMG
OMG
OMG
COP THAT
THIS IS FUCKING REDICULOUS. IM SORRY, but WHY IS THIS WHITE GUY SUCH A LYRICAL GENIUS?!??!?!?!?!?!?!??!!?! oh well...