i guess it's official.

cool.
(happy birthday to me...happy birthday to me...)

moniker.

in about an hour, i'm going to peel away from this computer, get dressed, and walk about 5 or so miles to the nearest Target. there, i will purchase either a white or black First Act Adam Levine 222 guitar set for about $130 (tax excluded). this is me, getting a head start on two of many new year's resolutions: purchase and learn to play a guitar.

i've been kinda psyching myself up for it during this past month. i'm trying to build up patience because i know (i know) that learning to play (to play well, that is) is going to take a lot of time and effort. sad thing about it is...i still have two more instruments to learn after this! fuckin resolutions...

i told myself that i'll start with guitar, then piano, and finally drums. anything else i learn to play is strictly superlative to me. the first three are imperative though. i've convinced myself of that.

___

i'm thinking of changing my stage name. as attached as i've become to my KvnTheTruth moniker, i feel it's not as musically ambiguous as i'd like it to be. the "TheTruth" bit comes off a bit too arrogant to some, or just plain stupid to others. i know deep down i really don't give a fuck about what they think, it's just that those people talk to people and so on...and i don't want much negativity floating around me (a little bit's okay though). it's kinda (vaguely) like when Music Soulchild dropped the "Soulchild" from his name because he wasn't ready for it yet. only in this case, i kinda feel that it's the people, not me, that aren't ready for it. lol, they can't handle "TheTruth" (slight pun intended).

another reason for the name change is due to the fact that my music is about to shift gears, slightly. sort of like gemstones switched it up with The Testimony of GemStones (geez, can i be original at all?? lol), only i can't really promise that i'll stop the foul language or crude sexual references. i can say that it will be reduced, somewhat. i wanna do more creative work. y'know, get experimental. i also will not (will not) make direct gun/drug references. similes and metaphors about them? sure. but shit like "i got a nine in the trunk, you don't want it to thump!" is done. sure i'll still perform old songs of mine with that in it (maybe), but no new gunplay stuff. i should've been done with that. the only claims i make will be true (or at least plausible, =]).

of course, now there's a question to be answered: What's the new name?? well, to be honest? no idea. but to help myself out, here's a list of names that i've been either called directly or associated with:

• KvnTheTruth (original, duh)
• Kid Truth (-generation *ill)
• Kid Death (-geneartion *ill)
• Kid Fresh (-geneation *ill)
• Kid Next (-generation *ill)
• Kid [amzg]. (new -g.*i. member)
• Kvn(pronounced like it has vowels)
• Kvn(pronounced 'Kay-Vee-Enn')
• Mr. Freeze (super old!)
• Benjamin Barker (fleet street's meanest)
• Sirius Black (lol, my favorite HP character. there's a solid group of people that call me this, haha)
• "Who the fuck are you?" (more frequent then i'd like it to be)
• The Infamous KVN ('kay-vee-enn')
• jerry (don't ask.)
• Kevin Federline (running joke)
• DJ What's-His-Face (10th grade)

i'm thinking of something out of all of those. maybe just Kvn (interchangeable pronunciation).
idk, i could be "The Artist Formerly Known as 'Truth'"
lol, maybe.
it'll be a while before the time for change is officially offical.
don't worry, i'll let you know.

___

i'm out, catch me nesting.
-peace.

Stump-O-Matic

four words, a picture, and a link:

get. me. this. guitar.

LINK

fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck.

FUCK!!! patrick stump and his stupid, potentially awesome movie stole the title for the band i've been dreaming of since i first got into rock music. what's even more ironic is that i was thinking of the name (Radioactive Man, for those that didn't know) based on freakin Fall Out Boy! the cool thing about this is that i was on the right brainwave when thinking of my title. i mean, holy shit. i thought like patrick stump for a brief moment. wizard.

for those that don't know, Fallout Boy (titled that way in this case) is the name of a sidekick in a fictional comic book in The Simpsons. whose sidekick is he?? Radio-freakin-active Man. i picked the name as an homage to my favorite band, he picked the name cuz...well, he's in the band.

still, this is asscheeks cuz now if i start a band and name it Radioactive Man, i'm not clever anymore, i'm just biting someone else's idea.

i even disigned a logo!!!

made this like, two years ago

fuck fuckity fuck-fuck-fuck.

FOB's still my favorite band though.

but still...

fuck'em.

Lock&Key (audio).

Lock&Key is a little personal project i put together cuz i heard it in my mind and wanted to record it, basically. it's over Kanye West's Love Lockdown instrumental and...well...you're probably not going to like it. lol, i can't sing too well and auto-tune can only aid so much. it's really for my own personal enjoyment, and i do enjoy it, so it's cool either way. i just like sharing my work anyhow. so uh, yea.

Lock&Key(listen.)
Lock&Key(download.)

lock and key.

i'm not loving you the way i think i should

cuz if i was, you'd love me back girl
(i know you would)

see, the fallacy of rome's got nothing on the fall of the home

cuz though their togas were torn,

it's nothing on the scars on my heart
(and scars on yours...)

damaging's easy
(but the clean-up's a chore)

she used to smile and set the sky ablaze
(now a smirk is ama-zing)

crazy how we fell apart
(crazy how we fell apart)

she's got me rising down
(and screaming softly)

i'm screwed up since our love was lost
(see?)

i'm screwed up since our love was lost
(see?)

(i'm screwed up since our love was lost)

don't know where my heart's at, but here's the key...
hold on to it for me?

pink.

i like pink.
i've always liked pink.

i just don't care about how people interpret that anymore.

pink isn't gay, dipshits.

hues do not determine sexual orientation.

that's.

just.

retarded.

you wanna be retarded?
i'm hetero and like pink. just like homos can like red or black or w/e.
they're fucking colors.

(sorry about the short post, i'm thinking in bursts...something's short circuiting up here.)

bitch.

here's a thought: if you have a strong dislike against someone. learn to live with that person or LEAVE THEM THE FUCK ALONE. i'm mobie, i'll elaborate when i reach a decent pc.

EDIT: home now.

changed my mind,
no elaboration, just this: i know who i'm getting a "NO BITCHASSNESS" t-shirt for on christmas.

hating for the sake of being a hater is pettier than jealousy.

jealousy...wait, really?

i'm not a jealous person by nature. i found it to be a petty emotion unfit to continue its inhabitance in my consciousness pretty early on. unfortunately, when some things occur, i simply cannot help it. the new thing setting me off nowadays seems to be relationships. it seems as if people all around me are pairing up and my lack of an opposite is driving me, for lack of a better word, BONKERS (colored orange after the tv show, go figure). and i hate that i feel that way. i can't stand how i can't stand it (i keep saying that and it keeps being true). it's so unlike me. example: i ask this girl out that but, albeit she's BEAUTIFUL (geez, what a nauseatingly gross understatement), i honestly don't know her all too well (i still liked her though). so, she says she's already going out with someone and i find out that that someone happens to be a friend of mine. well, since i was kind of asking on a ballsy whim in the first place, and he actually knows her (plus i knew he'd been on kind of losing streak earlier that year), i should be like "ok cool, glad that worked out for them," right? cuz that IS a good thing (really, i'm most sure). i'm glad when people work out. free love in the streets and all, right? go for it. but of course, that's not what i'm thinking half of the time. half of the time i'm in my head kicking myself repeatedly while feeling bitter about other people being more content than i am.

idk about you, but that's petty.
i don't like pettiness.
i don't like petty emotions.
fuck, i'm outty.
bout to go bump 808s and watch more DLM episodes.

adi os

after-thought:
i hope kristin's feeling better today.
i hate that she's not feeling well.
i also hate that i'm in (NO! DON'T SAY THAT WORD!!!) with her (god that sounds so corny).
cuz it's not mutual.
and that's headache.
but still, hope she gets well soon.
after-after thought: fuck it.

no worries.

i'm not gone forever. just been busy.

Welcome to Heartbreak

whipped this up for a contest, but infringed on copyright and got DQed. i didn't realize til late that *DUH* the bear would constitute as copyright infringement.

still, i plan to get these made anyhow so e-mail me or leave a comment if interested.




the original graphic by yours truly:

...and my head keeps spinnin'

seems like, street lights...

close your eyes and imagine...

i'm sitting in my window, slightly opened to hear the rain better, looking at a beautiful gray sky in multiple shades of gray. next to me is my trusty stereo, set low but with the bass on max, listening to Kanye West's Street Lights and feeling unparalleled comfort. the rain plus the music is almost enough to put you to sleep, but that's where the bass comes in. it thumps just loud enough to keep you over the edge of consciousness.

it's night now...can't see the sky but i can still hear the rain and see the water refracting the orange glow of a nearby street light.

and it seems like,
street lights, glowing,
happen to be just like moments, passing,
in front of me.
so i hopped in, the cab and, i paid my fare
see i know my destination, but i'm just not there
in the streets...in the streets...
i'm just not there in the streets...
i'm just not there...life's just not fair
life's just not fair...

it's still raining.

it started raining on friday and hasn't stopped yet. i'm stupid happy right about now. even as i'm typing i hear it outside. now, if i could only get some thunder in there, i'd be one ecstatic individual. mother says i'm an oddball. i agree. i like the world better damp. it looks/feels/smells better. it's refreshing.

the sun's overrated anyhow.

out.

Generation Ill - "Told 'em I was schizo..."

Random people that listen to my music or check out my graphics or myspace have been sending texts and e-mails asking me just what in the hell Generation Ill is and who all is in it. I just laugh. I'm weird like that. Generation Ill (sometimes displayed as "-Generation *Ill") is....................me. I am Generation Ill. G.I. is basically how i compartmentalize my brain. Each compartment is a person in itself, so to speak, with his own thoughts and purpose. Yea I know, it's weird. Maybe I should just introduce them:

[Kid Truth]
The realest of the four. Truth is the leader of the Ill Generation, and with that leadership he brings a blunt sense of honesty to any situation or encounter. Truth sees through the bullshit and works through it. No sidestepping. Truth comes correctly, Truth moves directly.

[Kid Truth y Kid Death = Ransom Hearts]

[Kid Death]
The darkest of the four. If Truth is the leader, Death is second in command. Truth and Death work well together because they know that Death is the realest reality. It's inevitable. Death keeps the four grounded. Kid Death is fearless, not out of arrogance, but out of knowledge.
A wise man once said, "Know death's language, have no fear." Death is fluent.

[Kid Fresh]
The most creative of the four. Fresh is the idealist, the creative genius. Always thinking of new and innovative things to add to the Generation's productions, his style is ever-changing. Evolving. Fresh doesn't just keep the four thinking, he makes sure they think different.

[Kid Fresh y Kid Next = Genius Quality]

[Kid Next]
The future. Next is always planning ahead for the four. He studies the world around him and plans ahead for it, working with Fresh to stay up and keep the four on top of their game. It's not always easy though, keep looking to the future and you can get ahead of yourself.

They all come together to aid the strange consciousness that is Kvn. Lol, i told 'em i was schizo. Thought I was playing...

Generation Ill is to Kvn as The Planeteers are to Captain Planet, minus the red daisy dukes, halter top, and green hair. or being made of glass.

getting off-topic...

speaking of captain planet, who the hell wrote the captain planet theme song? what person under 30 knows what the hell 'asunder' means? i spent ten years under the impression that he was gonna help 'put us under' bad guys, and that confused the hell outta me. screw you cap'n.

but uh...yea, Generation Ill is me, me, me, and me moving forward with what i/we do. music, gfx, any and all of my artistic pursuits.

now, with all that said, the kids are outty.

"let's make a reality show".

i plan to start a serious of videos on my new youtube channel. it will be titled "The Casi Famoso Show" and will feature myself doing what i do best, which is yet to be determined. it's just gonna be random stuff. probably a lot of me talking about various things. kind of like a video blog only instead of blog i'm going to say 'journal' because i hate saying the word 'blog' out loud. i know, i'm weird. but uh...yea. i plan to make a few vids and then hopefully get some other folks on with me either in person or via their own cameras. if any of my 'dedicated' readers are interested and have a camera, send me an e-mail or somethin, savvy?

it'll probably feature a lot of my music, seeing as i've yet to use youtube for that purpose and that's dumb of me.

so uh, yea... that's it.

Casi Famoso Show coming soon...

yeaaaa let's make a reality show!!

love that song.
Thr33 Ringz in stores NOW!!!
(shameless plugging).

out.

McJackass.

this has nothing to do with mcdonalds.
this has to do with the dumbasses that like to go around messing up wikipedia pages. no, not the ones that'll erase the whole page and put the word POOP! in colossal brown letters. those people are easy to catch. i'm talking about the ones that'll alter little crucial details in a page that you don't notice until your teacher hands your report back like 'since when does activation energy do anything to directly affect the lysing of a cell? try again dipshit'. then you go back to wikipedia that day and find out that stupid activation energy is used primarily in enzymatic reactions and not much else. those are the assholes. then it's always stupid shit you would've caught if you'd taken the time to read the words you were copy/pasting, so you feel like an even larger dumbass for letting the OG dumbass affect your grade.

so yea. i'm mad at you, McJackass.


and i'm McOUTTY.
skeezer.

America, listen.

obama is not the messiah. as of today, obama is the first black president-elect. you people are failing to understand that he is not president yet. all of this talk of 'he should get his own day' or 'he's a national hero' or 'we should build a statue of him' is exceedingly ignorant. give the man a chance to A: actually BECOME president; and B: prove himself in office. i'm gonna be blunt: right now he's about 20% action, 80% talk. the reason i support him is because i see that he has the potential to live up to his hype. imagine if republicans had done the same thing when bush was elected president after all of his campaigning and talks. what if they'd gone through with the holidays and the t-shirts? imagine how they'd feel now, after the genius just wasted 8 years of america's time and patience. of course, i don't think obama will be anything like that, but it's a possiblity. deny that and you're in denial, plain and simple.

basically what i'm saying is let him do his business before he gets the praise. don't start spending money you don't have, analogically speaking.

that's all. no special text effects here. just a blunt PSA to the ever-influential general public.

out.

this.

this is where i started to write something when, all of a sudden, this BIG-ASS wall came down and blocked all of my interestingthings.


that's cheeks.

sympathy.

i know i've been real gung-ho when it came to Obama/McCain matters. y'know, calling him a 'glorified fossil' or marveling at how his mom was still alive...i mean, that's still puzzling as hell, but it's not important anymore. now that i know for sure he's NOT going to be president, i kind of feel sorry for him. i mean, this was it. he went all-or-nothing into this election and came out with nothing. realistically speaking, he's not likely to get another chance to run again. he'll be too old, too frail, and possibly senile. when you look at it from his perspective, his life goal just got SHUT DOWN. that's a hard pill to swallow and now i feel bad for making fun of a guy that may not have that many years ahead of him.

let's not forget either, the man is a hero. he served the country since he was 17 and endured being a P.O.W. for uh, 5 years? idk off the top of my head. still, that's damn admirable in my opinion.

mccain's a funny guy too, saw him on saturday night live...good episode...

so here's to 'The Sad Grandpa'...you're good in my book. as long as you're not president.

i hope all goes well in your remaining years. and if you get sad about the loss, remember that cindy is a total GMILF and you've got her all to yourself. i'd advise some geritol and viagra beforehand though.

now, with all that said.

OBAMA '08-'16
that's right.

guess what america!

my president is

BLACK.

hey wait a minute!!!

so is YOURS!!!!

love it or leave.
I hear canada's nice this time of year.

Mr. President-elect, now that you've won the election....please, DON'T. FUCK. UP.
that, congratu-FUCKING-lations!!!

Barack Obama for President??
YES, WE CAN DID.

"i didn't know i couldn't do that".

"i, started to write and laughed as i wrote my last name
see, kevin wright's a lefty so i'm right-brained and wright-brained
clever ain't it?
if you think not, lie about it.
my ego is easily bruised by the words that you choose."
-K.Alexander

i have a problem. it seems that, at any given moment in time, i'm the subject of some female's annoyance/aggression/anger. i don't know how i do it, but i always manage to say the WRONG thing at the wrong moment. this usually results in me looking like a jackass while furiously trying to backpedal with "i'm sorry!"s and "i didn't mean it like that!"s or the ever-popular, dave chappelle-inspired, "i didn't know i couldn't do that". that actually worked once, much to my surprise and amusement. it's gotten to the point where some of my friend's will actually ask me "who's mad at you today?" and i can actually produce an answer. of course, i don't always know when a girl is mad. sometimes i can just walk into a room and say hi and the chick'll be like "don't talk to me!" and i'm like "wtf did i do?" and she'll answer with the most cryptic of responses: "you know what you did".

to any females reading this particular post, here's a bit of information about the opposite sex: when we're in hot water with you girls and we ask what we may have done, "you know what you did" is the WORST response! i mean c'mon, if i knew what i did, i WOULD NOT ask what i did! it's common sense. it's like someone who's never heard a japanese syllable asking "what does 'genius' mean in japanese?" and you, the japanese scholar replying "you know what it means"

:\..............uh.............hm........ok...


i mean, c'mon. cut us a little slack. just a little. muy pequeno.

of course, that's not the case with everyone, sometimes guys are just gassing you, but it's the other way around the majority of the time. for me, at least. so if that situation ever occurs, i really don't know.

"in other news..."

i took my SAT yesterday. i'm pissed. my essay was like a paragraph short, and i choked so badly on that math portion i'm still shuddering. of course, the lit/reading comprehension part was STUPID easy, and luckily that took up the majority of the test. i can't go into details about the questions though, cuz i don't know how far those college board skeezers go to make sure we follow that little contract thing. i don't want 68 bucks going down the drain.

after i got home from taking the test (which lasted from 8:30 to 1:00!!!), i went directly up the stairs, made a right down to the end of the hall and turned right into my room where i proceeded to fall face forward into a 12-hour slumber.

not before i texted/bugged a friend of mine and said something stupid that resulted in my immediate chastisement...i tried to backpedal but she didn't respond so i just boarded the good ship Oso @ The Hibernation Station and proceeded to takeoff.

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Houston, we have liftoff.

...and off i go.

feels good to be home baby!
0_o

The Lupe Fiasco Show

sooooo i got the invite to come try out and now i've got all week to wow and impress with my bloggerific abilitizationisms. what i would encourage you to do is to go to the blog and comment on the posts i make. y'know, like y'all do on here. it'd be greatly appreciated.

to make it easier, the two i've posted already:

The Cipher

Bienvenidos!!!



now, go forth!!!!!

outty.

made you look (remix).

definitely one of my all-time favorite remixes. nas, luda, and jada all RIPPED it. i think i wanna collab with someone to this beat, i'm really feeling it right about now. yea, i want a collab for this AND a shwayze beat. but not buzzin. maybe High Together. idk. but yea, check the video out because the dopeness comes threefold.
Enjies!!!

age ain't nothin but a number.

BULL. SHIT.

so the college chick from barnes & noble i mentioned before totally iced me when i mentioned the fact that i'm 17, even though i swear i told her i was in high school when we were talking at the store. i mean, wtf did she think? seriously. what? am i supposed to be some 20-somethin year old senior? 'fuck outta here. that pissed me off. shit like that annoys the hell outta me. that's another reason i can't fucking WAIT to graduate. idk what it is about college, but during that summer between graduation and the first day of college, something in a girl's head clicks and they drop all the dumbass high school bullshit. fuck, that sounds ciche too. or maybe i'm just tired. fuckit. i gotta get the fuck outta here.

nick and norah.

that movie reminds me of how i'm not living my life the way i want it. i'm tired of clayton county, fayette county, and pretty much georgia in general. i feel stifled. there's way too much sameness and it gives me a headache. i'd like to apologize now for sounding so cliche. i know i sound like the typical american teen with all of this "i'm stifled, i need new surroundings" shit, but it's true. which is what i guess they all say, but whatever. i want new surroundings, new mentalities, more open-minded people. everyone's so stuck in their particular narrow minded train of thought i just wanna scream-

and this is where the post gets too cliche and i'm forced to stop.



i'll come back in better spirits. well, i'm not really mad right now, i'm just not sounding completely like myself.

i want some kool-aid.

rubber soul.

so i got in @ 10 last night, but i was TOO cold to make a post. plus my feet were murdering me, and i had my most comfortable shoes on (black/blue nike slip-ins). i enjoyed myself while i was out though. i went to see nick y norah's and it was pretty great. pretty much what i expected it to be. after that i bummed around best buy, played guitar hero for like an hour, then played burn out. that's what i love about best buy: you can stand there and play games for hours and no one cares. wizard. after best buy i bummed over to the atm, added $20 to the mix of 1's and 5's, and made a beeline for party city. i picked up a mask (the black no-face, grim reaper-type deal) for halloween, which is gonna be awesome cuz it's on friday this year. uber-wizard. after party city, my stomach gave me a violent reminder of how hungry i was. headed to zaxby's, demolished a kickin chicken and some fries (which were kinda cold-ish, but the girl at the counter was kinda cute so i didn't feel like giving her any shit for it), and bumped some shwayze as i made my departure. once out, i kinda just stood there. i was tryna decide if i wanted to start heading home or to bum around the pavillion some more.

i decided to bum it.

so i go to barnes & noble (my home away from home), and 2 things happen: 1, find this book that i hadn't read in like a year (Bum Rush the Page, poetry); and 2, i get this cute college chick's number. that's double awesome. fuck you for not agreeing.

after B&N i go to verizon, where i get pissed cuz all the phones in there are better than mine, then i head to wal-mart cuz....well, it's wal mart. on the way over there i put on the grim reaper mask. at one point i stopped in the middle of the street with it (did i mention i had a black hoodie on too?) and just looked at the oncoming traffic. they all slowed down as i walked past. lol i was like "yea, be afraid". i walked into wal mart with the mask on and scared hella people. i'd walk up to someone's basket and pretend to be looking at something and when they'd say "excuse me" i'd look up and they'd jump and i'd just walk past them, slowly. while i was there i did pick up two awesome shirts and another awesome hat (pics at the end of this post). i just happened to be passing by too. i love impulse buying.

ok, after wal-mart.

i walked down the strip to target, scared a group of white people, and then got kicked out by this cop cuz i wouldn't takem y mask off, but not before i got my slushy. NO ONE stops me from getting my slushy. the fuckers...

slushies rule.

after getting kicked out, i figured it was dark enough to head home, so i started walking and that's when it got all pitch black and jeepers creepers-like on the road. i was about halfway home when i sent the previous post and it did NOT get any brighter from there. idk why it was so dark. didn't make sense. almost got hit by a car. thrice. not twice. THRICE. i don't even use that word.

but uh, yea. that was monday...exciting.
anyways, here are the shirts and the hat:

AC/DC hat: awesome


couldn't leave this alone, c'mon.


i came so close to not seeing this one...close call.



pretty successful if you ask me.

got shoes for both of those too, too bueno.

ok, i gotta go do smart people stuff (study)


out.

what the FUCK.

Why the FUCK is highway 54 so fucking dark? I'm walking home from fayetteville and it feels like fucking jeepers creepers is gonna swoop down and brody my ass any second. i should really focus on the road.

out.

#111 - unbreakable.

i don't know if i've mentioned it before, but unbreakable is one of my favorite movies ever. the execution is dead-on, and the last scene is one of the best ever. this movie is really what made me such a fan of both bruce willis and samuel l. jackson.

i slept a lot today. it was perfect. the rain was consistent enough for me to crack my window, lay back on the bed, cut my music on low (low enough to hear the rain mixed in), and pass the FUCK out. truly a thing of beauty. i slept from around 12 to 6, when brittany started texting me. she's such a bum for changing schools. i make sure she knows it too. the bum.

in other news...

i'm retarded. i'm already working on two upcoming mixtapes besides [Almost Famous]. i'm already rolling at a snail's pace when it comes to finishing that. idk what's wrong with me. i must learn how to say no. besides my sophomore tape (The Conspiracy Theories EP), i just finished writing my verse for the intro track to me and young boogie's tape (no title yet). shit's gonna be epic, by the way. whenever it comes out.

bout to go watch unbreakable again, mega-classic.

out.

#110 - what a catch.

i think i'm going to number my posts now. for a while at least. to see how i like it.

new fob song: what a catch, donnie. slow-rolling awesomeness. i really like the lyrics in this one. there was one quote in particular that stood out to me: "they say the captain goes down with the ship. so when the world ends, will god go down with it?" i was like, whoaaah, heavy. that's pretty clever if you ask me. kudos to pete if that was his. probably was, the other members rarely contribute to the band lyrics-wise.

in other news...

people like my music. a lot of people. everyone that's heard it so far has had nothing but positive feedback. that and a hint of surprise, seeing as they had no clue that i was a rapper until that particular moment.

i mean really...que bueno!!!
lol, i can give myself some praise sometimes right? damn skippy.

i got to school late today, missed my daily lunch rendezvous with mi amiga mejor. i hate when that happens. i like being with her. just goodvibes y'know? you know you're comfortable with someone when the silences are no longer awkward. that's the g-r-a-v-y.

i feel like getting high again. not like "bite down" high, but more like "entourage" high. like i wanna just get blown and watch harry potter.

no i'm not an abuser, but i do indulge every once in a while. i only say this because my elevated instances are few and far-between. nowhere near addict status.

el debate.

man, i'm incredibly pissed. i spent an hour and a half dialing and redialing, trying to call in to CNN. all i got out of that was an overheated phone and 2 bars of battery gone. dammit. i had what i was going to say ready too. the debate tonight was pretty heavy, in my opinion. mccain was more aggressive than usual. unfortunately, his rumors didn't quite hold up to obama's facts. i think obama brought his d game tonight. letting mccain ramble belligerently, subsequently making an ass of himself. works for me. anyone ever notice that when mccain was trying to debunk somethin that obama said, obama kinda shook his head and did that "nigga please..." smile? that was classic.

in other news...

i just heard the new kanye tune, Heartless. it's not bad, definitely not the best either. the verses were pretty ass-ish, but the chorus is catchy. sounds nice with the auto-tune too. might make a tone of it. probably shouldn't though. my phone's memory is dangerously low. plus it's already running on fumes after the 90-minute calling tangent i just went on. maybe later.

hm, i really proved my "actor." post true last saturday night. not in a good way though. i may elaborate later, but i doubt it.

going to rest now.

out.

jukebox hero.

with stars in his eyeees!!!

lmao @ the spongebob version:

impatience.

so the stylist told me to come to the shop at 3. showed up at 3. it's 6 now and she still has someone in the chair. it'd be something different if i had just shown up unexpectedly, but she told me to come at 3. who tells someone to come at a certain time if they're just gonna make you wait 3 hours? that's straight buttcheeks man.

CHEEEEEEEEEEKS!!!!!

i NEED.

a street team. i think that's one of the reasons i'm so (relatively) unheard of. i don't have the time to promote myself and that's killin me. i need like 2 or 3 people to really dedicate some time to promoting my music across the superhighway. jeez it'd be so much easier to do this in college. not saying i won't be busy, but i'll have complete control over my time and what i do with it. it's incalculably annoying to demo music to people around here and have them say "you why ain't you signed yet?" or "bruh why i ain't hear this shit before?" etc...

i. need. promotion.
maybe i can draft some people.

actor. (plural where applicable)

i am an actor. the various phases and faces of myself are nothing more than interchangeable masks, donned for the public eye. within each mask lies a facet of myself: sometimes positive, sometimes negative, often indescribable. it is on a rare occasion that you'll find me mask-less, naked to the public. bare-bones truth is scary. i know. i've seen mirrors. i've stood in front of one and, over the course of an hour, witnessed my mind's removal and placement of said masks. though subtle to the naked eye, the mind's eye records dire changes. the likes of doctor jekyll and mr. hyde. i've seen my eyes dim, turning an increasingly darker shade of brown until there was barely a shade's difference between that and black. i've felt the blood rush from the skin below my eyes, darkening to resemble what would appear to be sleep deprivation. though not blatantly obvious, people seem to notice the changes. they notice my dialect go from the typical subpar teenage colloquialisms to the well-versed, rennaisance-like elevated language. i think that my masks are a key part of the reason that i have such a good rapport with so many different kinds of people. i'm many different kinds of people. though i like to claim a subtle case of schizophrenia in public forums, i don't see that as the case at all. "a crazy person doesn't know they're crazy" right? i think so.
and so do i.

lmao.

"kvn....get. the. fuck. over. it."


that was a text message.

i have the best friends.

funk-fried rice.

today started crappy. i overslept again. bad thing to do when you have midterms to fail. fuck.
i get to school just in time for my 3rd period midterm. bright spot: i may have actually passed it. wizard. speaking of wizard, selena gomez's head is disconcertingly large. i'd post a pic, but i'd like to retain the few readers i do have perusing my corner. hm, speaking of corners, i noticed mi primo posted 3 new blogs in a row. cool. they usually prove to be a good read. good deal.

my cousin wants to go to the same college as me. she came over last night to get her hair twisted and it came up in conversation. it was odd because neither one of us had mentioned our college picks to the other before. i guess that just coincides with whatever freaky psycho bond they say we apparently have. w/e. (should've heard my mom, "AWWWW!!!!!!")

idk why, but i've been thinking about Her lately.not in the whole "holy-fuck-dude,-life-sucks-cuz-she-just-refuses-to-return-my-feelings" kind of way, but more like at the base level. like, we don't talk at all. ever. well, i have talked to her scarcely over the past two days, but that was for business. business don't count fool! lol, but yea...just kinda miss the whole friendship thing. i'd call her, but i never know when she's in the mood to talk or not. and i'm not much of a gambler. i do talk to her sibs seldomly though. the younger one more so because one of our classes are in the same area. she used to text me randomly but she just kind of stopped. i just noticed that. interesting. sort of. idk. i'm rambling. testees is premiering and i'm a bit distracted.

stroke of genius: i made fried rice for the first time ever. it was good. all i did was imitate what the hibachi guy at this restaurant did when he was making it in front of us, sans the flamboyant visual effects y acrobatics. the chicken i made for it was good too. prepared just the way hibachi guy did that too. i'm gonna try it a few more times using that method, then i'm going to gradually start tweaking and making it my own. awesome. here's a pic of it (yea, a pic...i was proud of it):

i have this pic idea that i want to come to fruition, but i need the 6 megapixel cam to do it. it's in mi madre's room. bollocks. maybe i should wait until my hair is done to do it. tired of the 'fro pics. if i don't get my hair twisted this weekend i just might cut it. i hate combing it.

i want some cheerios. yep. i wanna cheerio, for sho. chip-chastic cheerio of the honey-nut variety. if there's not enough milk i'm going to be hellaciously pissed. and i never say that word.
okay. moment of truth.


outty 5-stacks.

late night blogjam.

ATTENTION!!! NEW URL: http://UndergroundHero.blogspot.com

"See what I want so much, should never hurt this bad
Never did this before, thats what the virgin said
We've been generally warned, thats what the surgeon says
God talk to me now this is an emergency "
-Kanye West, Bittersweet

yea, that fits right about now...to an extent. (the 'god' part is still in the air)

anyways, to begin with...

Rebekka Guðleifsdóttir is amazing in a ridiculously awesome way.

her photography is awe-inspiring at it's worst. i know it seems like i'm laying it on kind of thick, and i admit that i'm still in discovery mode based on the fact that i only discovered her and her work about 5 hours ago. i guess it's refreshing to see some good photography besides my own, even if hers does make my heavily photoshopped pics seem like nothing special in the least. that just means there's much more progress to be made.

in other news...

jeez, i just remembered seeing one of my friends on picture day. she's ridiculously hot. lol, i remember i asked her out to a concert once last year. she said no, but it was some family thing (it sounded plausible). i think i may ask her out again. just for the sake of her hotness. is that shallow? yea, well i'm a guy. i'm entitled to it every now and again.

in OTHER news...

my phone is homo. i'll have only had it a year on 12/3 and it's already deteriorating. the down button is fail. the scroll wheel is like, on-again/off-again fail, and adding music to it is even more fail. i think it's time for an upgrade. i need to job myself quick so i can get some money. i'm still fiendin' for a voyager, but it's like $300+ since i'm still over a year away from my "new every 2" eligibility. my ace said that they do that on purpose to get more money. i agree.

lastly...

[Almost Famous] is just a few tracks away from being finished, at that point it will be ready for mixing and finally: premier!!! i really hope people like it, but based on the tracks that i've leaked so far i'm not too much worried about it. i hope i didn't just come off as conceited, because i (being my biggest critic) am well aware of the fact that there are a plethora of ways in which i can improve. the tape should be taken as an introduction to the potential greatness that is me. yea, my head got big there, lol.

whelp, that's it...


Outty 5g's.








p.s. hoping people like the new layout, it took forever to find one that i found suitable to my mindstate. there were others, but they didn't make the cut.

ADD. in practice.

i skipped school today. accidentally. i know what you're thinking, and yes. it was an accident. it started early this morning (around 6:30) when my mother came to the door bitching about how i didn't complete all of the chores that i was already 3 days late in completing. needless to say, she implied that i should finish them then, which i began to do, until she left ten minutes later. i abruptly dropped the mop and went back to sleep. i woke up at about 4p.m. whoops!

see? accident. it could happen to anyone. (with a budding sleep addiction)

sometimes i wonder what it is about me that makes me such a likable person. i mean, i'm not some sort of celebrity or anything, nor am i the most well-known by any means. it just seems that i don't get on many peoples' bad sides too often. i could go out on a vainly self-centered limb and say that it's my sheer awesomeness tha- (this is where i lost interest in this post)


hasta.

click.

my head is BANGIN right now. thinking heavily now. hm, i'm thinking that i'm gonna ask ---- out soon. a lot of people are suggesting i do so. then again, they said the same thing about Her when i liked (past-tense isn't concrete. yikes) her and it was obvious that that wasn't gonna be reciprocated in the slightest. of course they're two different people, and no two books are alike (except for reprints, but that's getting too technical). idk...that's something to ponder over music.

besides that, today was cool. only had to go to 1st and 2nd period (cuz they're dickwads and wouldn't sign my sheet). picture day was today and as our midterm in journalism class, we pretty much had to help her run the thing ('her' being the teacher). it wasn't really bad at all, except for the fact that most of the classes i had to pull for pictures were in the stupid trailers. and i had a thermal on. and timberlands. and it was warm out. i was sweaty most of the day. i don't like that much. i did enjoy missing classes though. that's always fun.

hm, all this thinking has got me all Colors-y and that calls for a nap. or sustenance.
ah well...
gotta start on this cd.
haven't had a CD request since 10th grade i think.


asldfkjal;fjlafkkjwlkjflakdveo;avcnaruaowincava;szdbn kj eo.


outty.

hombre del hierro (Iron Man, 'tard.)

i'm watchin it on demand.

for the second time.

y'know how it is on the second go 'round: you just skip around to all the best parts you saw on the first watch. it's like potent awesome.



afterwards i'm gonna go into the living room and make Badd Dancing Part VI

it's been a while.


O=5g's+1

pep rally. in theory.

let's get the obvious out of the way: class of '09 and '10 successfully hosted the, without a doubt, DULLEST "pep rally" the mill has ever seen. i can't believe the freshman and sophomores showed out more. hell, the sophomores actually got banned. they're not even getting pep rallies anymore. that's definitely not the case with us. the way we acted, they're probably dying for us to come back. i could hear myself talking the whole time, not a good sign. that's how quiet it was. you know what's ironic? us, the seniors, have been wanting to have a pep rally with the juniors for the longest right? now, when we finally get it, we just sit there. mr. davis (the most belligerent of all belligerent hardass assistant principals) got pied in the face. twice. now, they got hyped for that, of course, but right after that: *crickets*. they sat down again. lol, it was so horrible it's funny. at least the band, cheerleaders, etc... did well. plus i got some nice pics of mr. davis all pied up. during the second pep rally, i ran up to him after he got pied and said "how's it taste nigga?!" and didn't get in trouble. one of my friends taped it, idk if he got that part though. i'll check youtube later.

mr. davis "how's it taste?!"

if u leave.

this song is right.
MS + MJB = CLASSIC
had it on repeat for like an hour and a half now, still diggin it. ringtoned it too. (o yea, got the phone back).

this go-jam is wayyy better than *shudders* Radio. idk what he was thinking on that one.
he tried too hard to do that swag thing. he had some swanky tracks on luvanmusiq that were right.
my guess? someone gave him some bad advice.
shame.

o.5g.+1

nut-punch.

yea so i mentioned earlier that i'm not exactly on speaking terms with my grandma (the one i live with, not the one-that-fired-me one. not talkin to her either though.). idk if i wrote earlier, but my mom was in the hospital for a few days the week before last and it shook me up pretty bad. like really bad (when you're one parent away from being an orphan, you get overprotective). it was stress, it turns out. well my grandma was mad cuz i was late for school, and she was talkin all this 'this-and-that' shit and then she comes outta nowhere talkin about "don't let your tardiness be the reason your mama goes back to the hospital" and i'm like. WHAT. THE. FUCK. like, don't even play like that. the fact that she pulled some low shit like that is just coldblooded. she knows how i was while she was in the hospital and to do some shit like that is wrong. my lit teacher did that once when i turned a project in late. she said "what do you think your dad would think if he were alive?" and i'm like "shut the fuck up, you don't even know the man". idk...some shit just strikes my nerves. but yea, little bullshit quips like that earn the silent treatment.

still love her to death though, don't get me wrong.

ugh, this post is mucho bad vibes.

gonna up another post afte this.

outty 2.5k.
yea, ridin at half-mast with this one.

"cuz we all just wanna be..."

yea so today was rockstar day as spirit week continues at the mill. yesterday was nerd day, but i forgot so it was whatever. today i really got into it though: ed hardys, faded black jeans, small black tee, dress shirt with the collar and sleeves torn off, wristbands, watch, bracelets, pieces of shirt, sunglasses, etc... it was pretty funny to look at. ---- dressed up for it too and DAMN, she looked madd sexy (understatement). that look definitely fits her. i forgot to take pics. lol, damn she looked good.


ok, before i repeat myself, moving on...

tomorrow's twin day. la-dee-da. never been a fan of coordinating outfits. i usually just go in all black and if someone asks who my twin is i just point to some random black-shirt wearing person. lol, i've done that every year since middle school. never fails. thursday's throwback day and, for the third year in a row, i'm breakin' out the wig. the big king kong afro wig to beat all afro wigs. idk what the rest of my attire will consist of, but it doesn't matter. the wig is where it's at.

oh yeah, grammy just walked in with dinner. awesome. i'm still not talking to her much and i'll address why after i cease consumption.

outty!!

californidexter.

season 3 of Dexter premiered tonight! i fuckin love that show, and the premier did not disappoint in the least. i'm already counting down 'til next sunday. i wonder if it's weird that one of my favorite shows ever is about a serial killer. lol, at least he only kills bad guys right?

also, californication's 2nd season premiered. i've never watched it before, but the season 2 premier was good enough to make me watch the first season OnDemand. it's like i did with entourage: saw a couple of episodes, watched the first 4 seasons OnDemand, and now i'm a die-hard. oooh, speaking of entourage, new episode tonight!! ooh, and TrueBlood. trueblood's interesting. i'd never paid attention to anna paquin outside of the x-men trilogy and her small role in almost famous, but she's pretty good in trueblood. plus i'm a bit of a vampire fan (odd, right?). blame it on twilight. the only thing i hate about that show is the fact that paquin's character's name is sookie (gross), and the black chick (rutina something-or-other) has the worst pseudo-southern accent ever. besides that, it's totally watchable.

but seriously, DEXTER OWNS YOUR WORLD. this first episode is setting the whole season up for some serious bueno. i'm gonna re-watch it after my entourage/trueblood block, which i'm gonna start....now.

outty!
6k (dig the upgrade)

pricetags.

oh yea, i'm a poet too.

In this self-interest based society,
Things appear to us,
The way we want them to be.
Media blinds,
We become desensitized,
Demoralized.
Hypnotized.
Nothing seems wrong
But nothing seems right.
Illusions hold us captive,
Decisions no longer exist
In our minds, at least.
The sign to the left
Points to the sign to the right.
To put up a fight
Is pointless when there's
No winner, no loser,
And nothing in between.

We're fallen victims,
Victimized by our own illusions,
The ones we create
To justify our state
Of being,
To make us happy.
But we are not.
The story's not yet done.
Solution number one:
Move along,
Like we always do.
But we know not
Where we're going to.
Just don't make a fool
Of me.
Goal number one:
Get happy.
So fuck, fuck,
And fuck some more.
Shit, the girl sitting next to me
At Sunday mass has a sexy ass.
Your thinking is so complex.
The kind of thinking
That will lead you to deceiving.
Don't worry, the finger points
In different directions.
There's no certainty in
Who's to blame.
So many differences,
But really, it's all the same.
Do what makes you happy,
If you remember what happy even means.
It seems as though I forgot...

You dream of becoming
Something,
But you're lost
When no one's there.
And no one's there
Most of the time for you,
Or so it seems.
Let's work at it,
But when we try,
There's always someone in our way.
It's you, my friend.
So get the hell out of my way.
But be here when I want you to be.

What matters to you
Is knowing that no one else
Besides yourself really matters.
But you keep living life
On either fast forward,
Or rewind.
Helplessly waiting,
Reminiscing,
Stagnant,
But solutions don't arrive
To you in time.
So work harder,
Think harder,
Fuck harder.
But it's harder to get farther
With this contradictory concoction
Of perversity and determination.

The convenience store sells a cock
In a dildo's disguise,
For your convenience.
Replacements are easy to find
Sensations overloading,
It'll last all night,
More than you'd ever last,
With these rechargeable batteries
That recharge in only an hour.
Taking you to a different level.
Recharging my false passion for you.

We arrive tonight
At a final thought.
Things will be like this,
Whether we like it or not.
We go where we want to go,
We are who we want to be.
Media targets us,
But right now I'm targeting you.
Because your skin cells
Are still on my skin,
The smell of your body spray
Still lingers
On my clothes.
If they invented a toy
That would do the things you do,
To mimic you for my reality,
I'd buy it right away.
For you to be with me -
Because your attention,
Your care, your love
Is never free.

either she's the one, or i'm caught in the matrix.

at this point, i'm thinkin i'm caught in the matrix.

lol, life these days...

"every time ya name was brought up, i would act all nonchalant in front of a audience..."

truth be told, she threw throws me for a loop.

irony.

yesterday was awesome, woke up at 7, realized i didn't have to go to school, went back to sleep, woke up at 11. got up, walked to fayetteville, bought some shades, some games (Enter The Matrix, The Matrix: Path of Neo), saw Get Smart, ate this bomb-ass chicken sandwhich, got some lemonade from chik-fil-a, played star wars: force unleashed, went to my aunt's house, played with my baby cousin, then went home. pretty comfortable day. i went job hunting too, but that was just as unsuccessful as it's ever been.

there's a downside though.

now i'm sick. i guess walking all day in that mild weather didn't really help me too much. i woke up feeling like someone filled my head with cement. i was clogged up, and my head was pounding. sucks majorly cuz i really needed to be at school today. not only did i miss another lunch with ----, but i was also supposed to stay after for test corrections and this club meeting. so now i've gotta wait until next week for test corrections, and however long it is until the next club meeting. bumfart. i already missed like, two of the meetings. now this is three.

damn, i think i missed a quiz too. gonna go read up for AP Bio and play some more Matrix, idk why i'm hooked all of a sudden. o well.

O=5g's+1

music.

i think i picked a good selection of songs for my playlist. it showcases my talent range sort of. let's break it down, shall we?

1. The Takeoff - the exhibition, the first track i want people to hear if they haven't hear me before.
2. Incredible - collaboration with the homie Dutch. track shows me trying on a new style, of sorts.
3. They Know - collaboration with the homie Young Boogie. track shows me on my superficial swag-type style.
4. Superstar - this one shows me on a lil superficial, but with some deeper metas and a story to follow. definitely some "hold on, what'd he say?"-type of lyrics.
5. For My Pops - me at my deepest. this song's got my heart. this is the song that i recorded more for myself than anything else. this is me getting my emotions out about my dad. definitely the hardest to record, you can hear me choking up a little. my throat was getting madd thick. i got it out though. didn't even break down. just got all misty-eyed.

so that's that.

also, i made a bunch of accounts on various music sites over the weekend and here are the links to each:

all of the sites listed below have a song or multiple songs from the playlist that's on this blog, except for the myspace, it's got a few different ones up there. of course, that doesn't mean you shouldn't visit the links. i could use all the support i can get.

Myspace
http://www.myspace.com/kvnthetruth

imeem
http://www.imeem.com/kvnthetruth

AllHipHop *the forum that i started there, you can see my lil profile and stuff too.*
http://community.allhiphop.com/go/thread/view/12461/4933551/New_Kid_KvnTheTruth?sdb=1&pg=last#123882041

SoundClick
http://www.soundclick.com/kvnthetruth

ReverbNation
http://www.reverbnation.com/kvnthetruth

this. is. GAS HUNT!!!!

*warning, this is kinda novel-ish. you may just wanna skim for the entertaining bits. i don't really want you to do that, but if you must.*

today was cool.
i woke up, went back to sleep. woke up, checked myspace for this pic, but it didn't work. checked my myspace play count, checked my imeem play count, checked my AllHipHop play count, checked my soundclick play count, checked my ReverbNation play count, then i kinda just sighed. i know i just made all those accounts yesterday, but i'm anxious for views/listens. i want people to hear my music.

but uh, yea...

after that i looked at those pics i took friday (btw, i took pics on friday), i like 'em. the outfit i put together worked quite nicely. might wear that to school. i'd go so far as to call it kanye-ish, but he'd probably laugh if he read that. it was more of a cross between steph jones and mr. west than just mr. west himself. the hat thing i got from him.

hm, actually the outfit was more steph jones than anything else.
kanye and steph have similar styles though.
i was listening to Love LockDown the whole time i was taking pics. idk if it's relevant, but that's what i was vibin with. my favorites from the set are the one at the top of this page, and this one, where i'm gettin my mike jackson on

you'd laugh if i told you how many times i had to do this pose until i caught one i liked (30). i still have the pics too. there's always just a little thing wrong with each of them.

well that's all to do with that.

later in the day, after my mom y abuela got home, my cousins came over. like all the ones that live in this area minus chuck y clara. house full of black people. plus there were two of my cousin's friends there. added heat. genius. wasn't bad though, one of the girls was kinda cute and laughed at random shit i said. too bad i have no idea what her name is...or what she looks like, for that matter. i remember she was cute though. nice smile. she seemed interested. eh, oh well. keep it movin. her friend though...straight JANK feet. that's all i remember about that one. that fish and spaghetti was good today. i remember that too.

wow, if you're still reading now, you're a trooper.

so after the cousins and cousins left, me and my mom went to get gas...or so we thought.
we head to a kroger gas station: pitch black. that place looked deserted. next, we hit up the local RaceTrak. out of gas as well! at this point my mom's frustrated about finding gas while i'm sticking out of the sun roof screaming "This is GAS HUNT!!!" like a spartan on a potent speedball. funniest thing ever. we went to like 5 different stations before we found one with some gas left. when we pulled up to the pump, i put the nozzle in the tank and yelled "FEAST!!!" as i filled it. then i sang that song they played in that snickers commercial: greensleeves. "Alas, my love, you do me wrong, To cast me off discourteously..." and this was loud too. it's like 10:30 and i'm screamin greensleaves at the top of my lungs. i wish i had a video camera. in the middle of my singing, the pump does that auto-stop thing, and it cuts me off and i go: "the feast, it's ruined" and then i finish and get back in the car, dyin laughing. then i drove home.

and now, i'm here, playing my daily combo of Chopped & Screwed/Love LockDown, kinda halfway thinking about gas hunt and what i'm gonna wear tomorrow.

gues i'll go throw something together. i think i wanna wear my nike slip-ins. better look for some blue-jams.

outty.

so far.

i've noticed that there are a lot of people i don't talk to anymore. it's like, i'll see 'em in the hallway and maybe even catch an eye-to-eye, but still say nothin. they don't say anything either. it's just odd. i'm not even particularly disappointed or whatever, it's just an observation. i mean, sure it's kind of sad that people just fall out like that, but like the blacks here say: "shit be like that sometimes".

in other news:

i watched American Gangster on HBO today. then right after that i bumped American Gangster by Jay-Z. that's some more uber-wizard status right there. Gangster movie + Gangster album = uber-wizard-gangster^umpteenth. yea, i went there. lol, revenge of the nerds.

now i'm listenin to The AM Sessions on wvkr.org. it's up in new york so i gotta get it from the net. that's the station that plays my music, for the losers that don't keep up.

tomorrow's gonna be BUSY...hopefully.
got a lot of music business to attend to.
first i gotta see about that track with ms. porsh, she said it's done, she just gotta send it. next i gotta see about that track with Jr. Cash. he finished his part too, i just gotta listen and drop the rest of my verse where he set me up. after that i gotta record a few tracks: Green Light, Low Key, Swagga Like Us, and Come Along for the Ride, Brand New, AND my anthem. this shit's crazy. idk if i can get all those tracks done. i may have to split that work up. i still gotta write for some of 'em. this lil music business right here gets crazy. i keep sayin yes to projects!

lol, 'sall good tho. i love music.

hm, guess i'll go back to my writing.


outty 5000....and 1

dammit.

mrs. **** is a bitch. call's home to tell my mom that my grade dropped cuz i missed last week's work. ugh. now my psp and phone are gone until next week. by that point i will have completed the work and got my stupid grade back. idk why she called, i told her this morning i was gonna get it either today or tomorrow. she didn't threaten to call then. nooooo. well, at least that's all she took. i still have other means i can use to keep my music portable. and she didn't take the headphones (rookie mistake).

now, with that wicked tidbit out of the way.

another wicked tidbit.
----'s not gonna be here tomorrow. i'm mad at her, and i told her so. she's babysitting these homeschooled kids at some "awesome house" for the day. she'll be back monday, but still...that's friday gone. now i see how she feels when i miss our daily lunch rendezvous. hm, idk where i'm gonna sit. i've only sat with her these past 4.5 weeks. where do i sit now? quite the conundrum. maybe i can get into the library. hopefully. maybe the retards are finish retaking the test that they failed the first time around.

now, with that wicket tidbit out of the way.

oranges are amazing. i love them now. they're great when you're hungry and dehydrated at the same time and short on options.

viva naranjas!!!

cold pizza.

today was awesome. why? the temperature. it was cool this morning. i expected that. what i didn't expect as i walked out of the door to the trailers for fourth period was more coolness. a smile began to form at the corners of my mouth, but i suppressed it. no. i thought. it's just the vents at the door. but no, as i passed the vents, the coolness stayed. such a wonderful contrast to the less-than-admirable warmth of summer. the cold is coming, and i'm ecstatic. it's odd that i like cold weather so much. yes, i was born in december, but when you're born in california, december's nothing more than a mere month. it doesn't get cold in los angeles, just "not as hot as it was earlier". i'm an odd person. i get a kick out of rainclouds and low temperatures. i like the sun and warm weather too, just nowhere near as much as i adore the opposite.

it was awesome when i got home too. leftover pizza. wizard. then? the bed. with the ridonkulously comfortable sheets. and my music. that's not wizard. that's ultra-wizard.

now i'm on the pc, listening to this new t-pain/ludacris magic, better known as "Chopped & Screwed" and thinking about how i'd WRECK this if and when i got the instrumental. it'd be some Incredible-ish style verse. chopped and screwed accordingly =).

o! the wizard-ness continues!
just checked the Fall Out Boy website, totally peeped the new cover:























full. metal. DOPENESS.
tryna get this on the day it comes out. maybe i can pre-order it like i did with infinity on high...cheaaa....i'm gonna do that.


uber-wizard.

that's how i'm endin this.

on uber-wizard status.

uber-wizard lives in all of us.