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chick in my lit class totally flashed me today...*sniff*...it's just the little things in life that make it all worthwhile, y'know?

25+1.

ok so i saw 25 things on this blog (this is a link, sir. click it.), and i've got nothing else to do so uh...yea...

1. before the fire in '05, i had small samples of assorted drugs in little bags. not for usage... just to say i had them.
2. The Lion King is the greatest movie ever made and i will defend that claim forever.
3. this chick in my journalism class asked me if music was my life. i said yes before she could even get the "-fe" part outta "life".
4. i haven't gotten laid this year...still.
5. Gooey Gus ruined my childhood.
6. i became an emcee out of boredom. i just happened to be good at it, then i fell in love with it.
7. sour gummy worms and v8 splash tropical coladas are the greatest things invented since The Lion King.
8. the arch in my left foot fell, now making it a noticeable half-inch longer than the right one.
9. i love boobs.
10. i really love boobs.
11. when i'm mad i play my music obnoxiously loud and go on GTA IV killing sprees.
    
12. my half-brother was born on the same day as me. 3 years later.
    
13. if i led a rap group, we'd be called the Flight School Graduates, based on this song.
14. really though...#4 is kinda bugging me.
15. old people make me sad.
16. sometimes i only text girls so that they'll text me back and i can hear my ringtones.
17. the movie Arachnophobia literally made me arachnophobic. that was 10 years ago.
18. i'm 18.
    
19. ---- doesn't like The Lion King and it hurts me soul.
20. the fact that two of my friends are drug dealers doesn't strike me as strange at all. which, in turn, worries me.
21. instead of maybe encouraging me to take a risk and face my feelings, Jazmine Sullivan's Lions, Tigers, and Bears did the EXACT opposite.
22. seriously... #4 is bugging the doo-doo outta me.
23. i haven't cried in a little over 2 years.
24. i miss mary................jane.
    
25. fluffy bunny!......wait, what?
26. my lucky number is 26 becuase it was my dad's b-day.

[werd].

boobs.

i fucking love those things.

[werd].

ARTgasm.

this is the opening theme for the new Showtime series, United States of Tara. it's about this mom with Dissociative Identity Disorder and how she deals with it, etc... the show's awesome so far, i definitely recommend you watch, but one thing i really love is the opening. the whole design and concept of it is creative as FUCK and executed very well. the song (no idea what it's called) is dope and well-fitting too, i just wish i knew what it was called cuz that'd constitute an instant download. but uh...yea...here goes it:



dope, right?!
i know.

[werd].

GirlsGirlsGirls.

"Girl you got it bad, glad I'm not one
But yet you got it good, you are the hot one"
Benjamin André, I Can't Wait

girls are amazing. i mean, really...just beautiful creatures. inside and out, equal emphasis on both aspects. like, there's this one girl in this one class of mine whose smile is just...i mean, just tops. add on the fact that i can hold an intellectual convo with her too? crucial. o, and don't get me wrong, i have no romantic interest in her whatsoever. she's just.......seriously, i find my self saying funny shit just to make her laugh half the time.

then of course there's ----, who's at the peak of my piqued interest. she's literally the highlight of my day. i can't even articulate it, which sounds corny as shit but...well i can't really help it. i'm in love with her as much as reasonably possible without actually being in an actual relationship with her. though even without that she's still one of my best friends. it's just goodvibes to the nth degree. yea, nerd terms...fuck with it.

then there's this new chick that stays nearby that i, in all honesty, just want to fuck. she keeps flirting around with me and i'm like "okay, you're gonna keep swingin ya hips in front of me and we're gonna end up in that room up there. you like a queen-sized? satin sheets? cool.". and don't take that wrong, i'm not gonna date-rape her or anything...in these ChRihanna-crisis times, i gotta stress that. i'm just sayin...we're gonna end up fucking, and i'm kinda looking forward to that...

oh. wait, wait, wait. my conscience just nut-checked me, and it's not gonna let me "pal around" with her while ----'s all over my senses. hm (time progresses) yea...the more i think of it, the more i realize how bad i'd feel about it. seems kinda dumb cuz by literal standards it wouldn't be cheating at all, but i'd still feel guilty. what's that, pre-loyalty!? wowsers, i am in it, ain't i?

but, back on topic...

i really do have an appreciation for all females (even the bitches, as long as their little bitchisms aren't directed at me). it's just something about y'all and you know it, which is sexy and frustrating in a big sexy-frustrating way.
and then beyond the sexy, you've got the strong ones...well, the exceptionally so. not saying you aren't in general...ok, failed backpedal. lol, nah but i'm talking about the single-mom, working-overtime-so-i-can-give-my-kid-MORE-than-the-living-standard type. and who else would i mention for hero of that category besides my mom? definitely the greatest person i know. that's in general, not even woman-specific. she's just incredible. can't help but love that lady (lol, Hey Mama started playing in my head. aw wait...R.I.P. Dr. West).
o, and can't forget about the digital girls! the lovely ladies kind enough to drop the occasional line on this dusty blog o' mine are both smart and pretty, a rarer combo than one would think.

so uh...yea...just showin appreciation.
dig it? dug it? sweet.

and....i'm outty.

[werd].

storm.

i skipped school (again) today...my mom got on my nerves before 8 a.m. and i was like "y'know what? fuck it...i need to chill," so i did. i definitely have to get my attendance up for these next couple of weeks at least. i've missed too many days already, i'm sure.

next...

i wrote a song last nite with the intention of recording it today so i'd have something new on my page. cuz shootout is starting to get stale on me, and it's not playing well like the other songs do, for some reason (the fuck is wrong with y'all?!? lol...). well, 2 things wrong with the aforementioned intention: 1) i didn't go to school and print the lyrics like i said i would [it's kind of a lengthy format, didn't wanna write it]; and 2) i didn't go to school and borrow a pair of headphones like i said i would. o, the fuckery.

in other news...

it appears a storm is approaching...and quickly at that. look at these pics...taken about 10 minutes ago (*add about 15 more minutes to that, cuz the storm came while i was typing):

i went outside and the sky was like this...


then, by the time i got in and went upstairs, the pretty patch of blue was gone and this was there...


and then shit really got heavy. i mean, the sky literally opened up and hailed like an angry jock sky throwing rocks at a nerdy ground. that lasted about 5 minutes, now it's quiet...eerie-like quiet. the sky's still overcast but...well hell, i'll be damned if i go out right now. ( should've taken the pics with mi madre's kodak...this hp photosmart's quality is so shitty it makes me mad...)

i made a vid...but i didn't like it so i deleted it. so uh...yea...almost...

lol, to be continued...on another menu...

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lament.

argh...i've got like half a stick of parsley left and then i'm out for a while...fuck.

lol theory.

one of my favorite urbandictionary definitions...true and funny all at once:

The theory that the internet phrase lol,meaning "laugh out loud", can be placed at any part in any sentence and make said sentence lose all credibilty and seriousness.

ex 1
Doc: We need to operate on your colon lol, you have cancer.

ex 2
Jesus: Take this all of you and eat it, it is my body, lol.

ex 3
Me: Will you marry me? Lol.

^Lol theory in action

[werd].

frrrrresco.

just got 'em done...pain beyond pain. but worth it, IMO. better than the slave look i was sportin in the mall today (sooooooo not a good look). speakin of which, how bout i bought this dope-as-fuck joker hat from lids right?? only to get home and realize it doesn't fit. now i gotta head back over and exchange it which is, by far, easier said than done. ugh, that hat was fuckin nice man...

o, and excuse the nerdy look in the second pic. i uh....well i just can't help it, lmao...good times.

til the next episode...

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break.

ok so i'm takin some serious time off of performing to get some writing in. like, a lot of writing. usually it's like "write, record. write, record. write, record." but i'm switching format to "write, write, write. THEN record, record, record". though i really do need to do a couple of songs before that. i haven't dropped anything new since Shootout and, though i went and spazzed on that track, i need to drop some A.P. shit.

of course, i'll need to purchase some new headphones first, seeing as i'm once again without any.


fuckin hate that.

strep?

maaaaaaaaan. i'm swallowin daggers right now. i swear if i got strep throat i'ma be TOO heated. i kinda really wanted to go to school today, but since i'm not?? that's right: MK vs. DC all day. shit's addictive for no good reason. i think i might find Coraline on the net and watch it again. did i mention i finally saw it? it was saturday. shit was amazing like i thought it'd be. though you could kinda sense burton's absence from the project. pixar's lookin to drop another gem soon too, called Up. if anything, i'll see it for the visual pleasing-ness of it. pixar really knows how to capture your eye.

but back to the main story...

i really need my throat to not hurt anymore. i think i'm bout to eat some soup. noodles preferably. idk, maybe i'll pop a few nyquil and call it a nite. i'd dip into the stash again, but once you wake up high? gotta take a break. i don't really dig that feeling. it's like "surprise! you're still high!" no sir. gotta face reality for a while again.

aight i'm outty.

chirp.

er...so i don't really have much to say tonight. so uh....how about you just check out some links tourist attractions?

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yerk.

sorry about all that. drinkin sunny d.

i am reaally fuckin high...and it kinda caught me off guard cuz it'd been like 45 minutes since we'd toked and we'd only experienced a moderate buzz at most. but then it hit me so fuckin hard. it took me 45 minutes to add 'me so fuckin hard' to the end of the sentence. lmao 'me so fuckin hard'. it's like an asian porn star sayin it. then the miso would be like 'i no see it'. then i swoop in and megapenis the whole brothel full of anime fairytale fantasy beings.

lmao wtf...that was like 4 hours ago...why aim i typing? this? i try to stay away from the pc in this state. i sooo overdid it...i didn't listen when he told about the power of this shit. damn...i can't believe she didn't catch me.

tuesday.

i was sleepy as FUCK today. i slept through 2nd period, snuck a few z's in 3rd, slept all through 4th period & lunch*, woke up at the end of 5th period, and dozed my way through 6th while only gettin caught once. the best sleep outta all that had to be 5th period, cuz he'll pretty much let you sleep. if you don't do the work? that's on your ass, not his. i dig that. idk why i was so damn sleepy today. maybe it's cuz i played GTA IV til 3, maybe it's cuz i watched The Rocker right afterwards. idk, it's hard to tell.

i went back to poetry club today too, forgot how much i love that atmosphere. i mean you got the standard rhymers, the freeversers, the not-quite-rap rhythmic spoken word cats, the actual rappers, and then you got those like me: all of the abobe. i did Ghetto Ambience Pt. 1 a capella. i finished and they were all like "wooow". and the teacher was like "you're so smart it makes me sick" or somethin like that...not in a mean way, she's just funny like that. she's just not used to me dropping gems cuz i rarely make appearances to the club. i'm surprised i went today, considering how sleepy i was. definitely hittin it up next week though.

*why is it that these goddamn black people in the lunch room are so amazed when people sleep? everytime i'd drift in for a second: "maaaan that nigga gone!" or "that nigga ain't even eatin lunch! he just sleepin!". but my favorite had to be "hey! hey nigga! why you sleepin?! nigga! niiii-gaaaa!!! *pause*...maaaan that nigga gone!". this is what i deal with. daily.

meanwhile, further along the highway...

tomorrow i'm gonna ask ---- to prom where she'll more than likely say no. okay, i'm prepared for that. i guess i should go ahead and let her know that i might be leaving the school a little earlier than expected, which i hope would have this devastatingly heart wrenching effect on her. of course, if she's just like "o. okay" it's gonna make it a lot easier for me to be outty. i know it's bad to base decisions off of that but i'm me. and me thinks like me thinks. i just wish i'd been awake at lunch so i could be talking about how this all took place instead of discussing how i'm about to do it, though i guess an extra day of mental prep is a blessing. maybe. i think i'm gonna end on that note. it's about 3:04 and i wanna catch about 2 more hours before my phone alarm pisses me off to high hell.

hey, i'm outty....5000!!!!!!

AND 1.

[werd].

success!.

just got back like an hour ago. this is why i fucks with wal-mart still. plus i got like 3 more of those V8 Tropical Colada bottles in the freezer . add a few of those little lunchables pizza joints? i'd be too good. i really stepped out of my frugal shell. usually i limit myself to either one hat or one shirt...well damn if i didn't get a shirt AND 3 hats. lol, it's nothin to you, bonkers to me.

[werd].

monikerSWITCH.

i skipped school today, for mental health reasons. you know how some of those motivational speakers ask questions like "what gets you up in the morning? what drives you to move forward?" two-word response: goose egg. i just couldn't pull myself up today. idk about you, but that's fucking sad. luckily i didn't get caught, which is weird because there were two other people in the house with me. i guess it's cuz they're old...ok, i'll give them that.

but enough of that.

KvnTheTruth is dead and from those fine ashes comes a Mr. Alex Parker: one part middle name, one part spider-man homage. all-in-all, just another nerdy kid with superpowers. i told a friend of mine my new name and he responded with "eh, it's alright", but i expect that. right now no one really cares about who this Parker kid is...they know nothing of him. my job is to put good music out behind this name, make the name mean something to people. trust me, i thought nothing of the name lupe fiasco when i first heard him, but i'll be damned if he isn't close to a household name now. same goes with jamie foxx, asher roth, kanye west, or any other rapper/person of phenomenal talent. my name means nothing to you now? ok. you'll see.