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time for a little recap of my life. this should be fun. i doubt you'll read all of it
injuries, and how i got them:
stitches on thumb: my cousins birthday party. i decided to stick it into his cake. he then decided to take a scissors to it. hilarious.
stitches on upper lip: around the age of four one of my best friends decided to throw a broken picture frame at me. it caught me in the face.
stiches on chin: first grade. i was swinging between two desks and a girl decided to push me. i landed chin first o the cement floor. my mom reached the school and thought that i had died. my chin was literally gushing blood. pretty grusome sight. it was all over the floor.
punture in throat: age nine. i was running around my house with a straw in my mouth. i slip and fell face first to the floor. yeah, you get the picture.
the rest are prett simple:
i stepped on nail
my face landed on my brother's elbow, tearing a big gash in my lip.
moves
my first big move was when i was eight. my family decided to move to florida. i remember the day before when we were packing. i was pretty sad. my mom said that we couldn't bring everything. so i had to leave most of my toys behind. all of my teddy bears except for one. all of my marbles, legos, gi-joes, evrything. it sucked. the funny thing is, i didn't even cry. because i didn't know what was going on. it's only sad now because now i know. i stayed with my uncle until we found a place of our own. i have to say that our first apartment was pretty ghetto. i mean really. if i showed you this place. you'd be scared. i was scared. i had no friends, hardly any family. i was pretty much alone. that is until i started school.
when we went to register for school they tried to hold me back a year because of my age. so my mom politely told them to screw off. they made me take this entrance exam. it was pretty easy. i got the highest score out of the entire school. lol.
school was weird at first. everyone talked so funny. it was weird, but i soon came to find out that i was weird and everyone else was normal. i was the odd one out. and it sucked. thank god i was just a kid. kids aren't as mean as adults. it's kinda funny because the first time i ever experienced racism was in fifth grade. a fellow student called me a nigger. it's pretty funny thinkin back on it. how did he know what that word meant. i mean he was only in fifth grade. what ever this is boring. let's just skip to the juicy parts of my life. so that means i'll have to skip all the way to high school.
freshman year. also know as "The Beginning of What was to Come". lol yeah that year wasn't as bad aas the rest. but you guys know that, you were there, well some of you. that was the year my fellow students thought i was going to blow up the school. just because i stuck out like a sore thumb. i was the only kid in that school wearing a uniform. how gay is that. whatever, i can't dis that year completey. i made some pretty good friends that year. friends that i still try and keep in touch with. that was the year i met krasin, josh, heist, and talia. my best friends. my first set of real friends. freshman year was also the year i learned that you can't help who you like in this world. even if you know that there is no chance that you'll ever hook up. my first crush.
anyway the rest of that year was pretty dull. moving on to sophmore year. this was the second best year of high school. this was the year even more good friends. andy, travis, and robyn. this was also the year i met cam. but we really weren't on the same page. come to think of it i wasn't on the same page with andy either. i really couldn't stand you guys that year. you were such jerks. i couldn't stand you guys mainly beacuse you always made fun of how my voice would crack. yes, sophmore year was my big year for puberty. man it sucked. i sounded like a cricket. everytime i opened my mouth my voice would crack. especially in miss turkes class. i had to read ceasar. can you imagine that. me reading. most of you remember that anyway. what else happened that year. ooohhhhh yeah. my second crush. so did 911. that was by far the scariesst thing that has ever happened. i mean it affected so many people. i remember that day so clearly. i was going to english 2. i heard krasin talking about how some plane crahed into a building. sounded like a good movie. then i reached the classroom and it was on the tv. i was completelt shocked. everyone in the room was queit. except for one jerk who thought that it was pretty funny. trevor. i remembe that day because it was the first time saw robyn cry. i soon found out that her dad was a pilot. i wanted to make it go away, you know? i didn't want to see her like that. i wouldn't want to see any of my friends like that... then came the second plane. that was like the nail in the coffin. i was so pissed at what was hapening. it's like something you could only dream of you know. and there it was happening right in front of everyone. i look back on that day and see that i'm one of the many fortunate ones. one that didn't have any family members involved. one of the many that was able to walk a way unharmed.
junior year. wow, this was "The Worst Year Ever". no yeah compares to that year. everything stemmed from one thing. i wanted a girlfriend. lol. i got her. and she ripped my heart out, twice. junior year was my third year in band. the year i stared a new crushed. a crushed eventually crushed me. the year i met chris, karlyn, and jess. i year that i went crazy. that was the year i really wanted to kill myelf. that was the year where nothing seemd to go right. that was the year... the year i first but that piece of glass to my skin and cried. that was the year i put over 34 scars onto my body. that was the year i broke down i cried in school, in front of everybody. that was the year my family fell apart. the year my dad decided we weren't enough. that was the year chris almost died right in front of me. that year... the year i held somone who who just come from her tears. that was the year i almost overdosed. that was one messed up year. that was the year i hated myself. that was year i wanted it all to end.
senior year. senior year was like living 11 grade all over again. that was the year i went out with casey and fell in love. she was everything i wanted in a girl . she understood me in everyway. she knows everything there is to know about me. she was easy to talk to. easy to listen to. then there was her mom. the racist. she could stand me. she couldn't stand cam. she could stand ray. even though our relationship lasted for about say a month i can actually say that i loved her. i think the reason for that was because i wanted to love myself. she reminded me of... well me in a way. we went through the same hardships. her mom didn't like black people, my dad didn't like white people. but what ever. enough about her. let's move on to the rest of that year. that was the year i came home to a house that was not mine.
well seeing as though you probably haven't read this far i guess i'll cut off here.
injuries, and how i got them:
stitches on thumb: my cousins birthday party. i decided to stick it into his cake. he then decided to take a scissors to it. hilarious.
stitches on upper lip: around the age of four one of my best friends decided to throw a broken picture frame at me. it caught me in the face.
stiches on chin: first grade. i was swinging between two desks and a girl decided to push me. i landed chin first o the cement floor. my mom reached the school and thought that i had died. my chin was literally gushing blood. pretty grusome sight. it was all over the floor.
punture in throat: age nine. i was running around my house with a straw in my mouth. i slip and fell face first to the floor. yeah, you get the picture.
the rest are prett simple:
i stepped on nail
my face landed on my brother's elbow, tearing a big gash in my lip.
moves
my first big move was when i was eight. my family decided to move to florida. i remember the day before when we were packing. i was pretty sad. my mom said that we couldn't bring everything. so i had to leave most of my toys behind. all of my teddy bears except for one. all of my marbles, legos, gi-joes, evrything. it sucked. the funny thing is, i didn't even cry. because i didn't know what was going on. it's only sad now because now i know. i stayed with my uncle until we found a place of our own. i have to say that our first apartment was pretty ghetto. i mean really. if i showed you this place. you'd be scared. i was scared. i had no friends, hardly any family. i was pretty much alone. that is until i started school.
when we went to register for school they tried to hold me back a year because of my age. so my mom politely told them to screw off. they made me take this entrance exam. it was pretty easy. i got the highest score out of the entire school. lol.
school was weird at first. everyone talked so funny. it was weird, but i soon came to find out that i was weird and everyone else was normal. i was the odd one out. and it sucked. thank god i was just a kid. kids aren't as mean as adults. it's kinda funny because the first time i ever experienced racism was in fifth grade. a fellow student called me a nigger. it's pretty funny thinkin back on it. how did he know what that word meant. i mean he was only in fifth grade. what ever this is boring. let's just skip to the juicy parts of my life. so that means i'll have to skip all the way to high school.
freshman year. also know as "The Beginning of What was to Come". lol yeah that year wasn't as bad aas the rest. but you guys know that, you were there, well some of you. that was the year my fellow students thought i was going to blow up the school. just because i stuck out like a sore thumb. i was the only kid in that school wearing a uniform. how gay is that. whatever, i can't dis that year completey. i made some pretty good friends that year. friends that i still try and keep in touch with. that was the year i met krasin, josh, heist, and talia. my best friends. my first set of real friends. freshman year was also the year i learned that you can't help who you like in this world. even if you know that there is no chance that you'll ever hook up. my first crush.
anyway the rest of that year was pretty dull. moving on to sophmore year. this was the second best year of high school. this was the year even more good friends. andy, travis, and robyn. this was also the year i met cam. but we really weren't on the same page. come to think of it i wasn't on the same page with andy either. i really couldn't stand you guys that year. you were such jerks. i couldn't stand you guys mainly beacuse you always made fun of how my voice would crack. yes, sophmore year was my big year for puberty. man it sucked. i sounded like a cricket. everytime i opened my mouth my voice would crack. especially in miss turkes class. i had to read ceasar. can you imagine that. me reading. most of you remember that anyway. what else happened that year. ooohhhhh yeah. my second crush. so did 911. that was by far the scariesst thing that has ever happened. i mean it affected so many people. i remember that day so clearly. i was going to english 2. i heard krasin talking about how some plane crahed into a building. sounded like a good movie. then i reached the classroom and it was on the tv. i was completelt shocked. everyone in the room was queit. except for one jerk who thought that it was pretty funny. trevor. i remembe that day because it was the first time saw robyn cry. i soon found out that her dad was a pilot. i wanted to make it go away, you know? i didn't want to see her like that. i wouldn't want to see any of my friends like that... then came the second plane. that was like the nail in the coffin. i was so pissed at what was hapening. it's like something you could only dream of you know. and there it was happening right in front of everyone. i look back on that day and see that i'm one of the many fortunate ones. one that didn't have any family members involved. one of the many that was able to walk a way unharmed.
junior year. wow, this was "The Worst Year Ever". no yeah compares to that year. everything stemmed from one thing. i wanted a girlfriend. lol. i got her. and she ripped my heart out, twice. junior year was my third year in band. the year i stared a new crushed. a crushed eventually crushed me. the year i met chris, karlyn, and jess. i year that i went crazy. that was the year i really wanted to kill myelf. that was the year where nothing seemd to go right. that was the year... the year i first but that piece of glass to my skin and cried. that was the year i put over 34 scars onto my body. that was the year i broke down i cried in school, in front of everybody. that was the year my family fell apart. the year my dad decided we weren't enough. that was the year chris almost died right in front of me. that year... the year i held somone who who just come from her tears. that was the year i almost overdosed. that was one messed up year. that was the year i hated myself. that was year i wanted it all to end.
senior year. senior year was like living 11 grade all over again. that was the year i went out with casey and fell in love. she was everything i wanted in a girl . she understood me in everyway. she knows everything there is to know about me. she was easy to talk to. easy to listen to. then there was her mom. the racist. she could stand me. she couldn't stand cam. she could stand ray. even though our relationship lasted for about say a month i can actually say that i loved her. i think the reason for that was because i wanted to love myself. she reminded me of... well me in a way. we went through the same hardships. her mom didn't like black people, my dad didn't like white people. but what ever. enough about her. let's move on to the rest of that year. that was the year i came home to a house that was not mine.
well seeing as though you probably haven't read this far i guess i'll cut off here.