It's almost the end of the 2010

which means my blog-versary has either passed or is approaching.
(after getting over my initial laziness and looking it up, it's December 17th,  sooo I'll be posting something on that day probably)
either way I can't believe I stayed with this thing this long,
If I believe this is gonna be year 3. Wow.

Like so much has changed since I was a sophomore,
I was at a totally different place, totally different frame of mind.
It also makes me feel so old. I mean I have been 22 for 8 days,
I don't know if that means I have experience or anything (it doesn't).

But this blog meant something totally different to me then, than it does now. 
And I don't update as often as I used to,
I mean who has time when your as busy as I,
But when I started, it was just something to do, something to be random with, to have fun with,
and just try to be kool, i guess?
But now I use it more of as a place of reflection. It's where/when I can think about significant moments in my life, and it's really kool...i guess?

As i develop into this full adulthood mode, I'll try to keep this up.
Maybe, I'm not keeping any promises...

!#$^#$^$%*&^%(&&%$$@$#$#%$$%)(%&^^%$!#@#$245 (<--- decode the 'secret' message)
[now searching for something to talk about]

Thinking about one of the first topics I talked about on this blog, snow (here),
it's back. and it's cold. I pretty much think my sentiment about this white stuff (hahaha white stuff)
remains the same as it does in this post. Also I think its really funny.....the post that is not the snow....
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Here's a random picture.

hahahah Black man in a Red Dress....

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And if you haven't send Propecia the CrackHo (i don't why this is one word) you oughta!
Click Play below, please so we can feed CrackHo's all over the world! I'm serious



I would be the exact same way if I was a crack hoe. But unfortunately I am not. :-(

Yeah now that's about it.
I'm on Winter Break so I might update a lil more than usual.
But as I said before  I make no promises, Mister!

PEACE & CHICKEN GREASE!!!

Old Drawings

I'll just post a couple (means like four or five), similar to the poems, but I think some of these drawing go even back to junior high. Not sure.

I wish I could've scanned them. But this pictures will just have to do.
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(I call this one Dragon)

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(at the bottom it say "There is no Mr. Floberg. She just loves to be called Mrs.", btw date is 4/17/05)

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(scary, but I like it)

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(reminds me of the cartoon character Doug, so I call him Doug)

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(my favorite of all time! I call him Dino, I think it pronounced D-no though)

That's it.

There's way more drawings, but I couldn't take pictures of them all.

PEACE & CHICKEN GREASE!

Old Poem/Writings

So after doing accomplishing somethings on my list which currently hangs on my desk ( fixing my resume, editing my placement essay, starting and reading breakthrough collaborative application/process, working on the NCE Website), I remembered I brought this collection of old poem/writing/sketches/drawing from home. There are like mostly from high school but some go back to '04 (oh wait that's when I started high school) so they're all like occurred in high school.

Let's just say some of my drawing was really incredible (should be above this one), but one thing that disappointed me was my poems-writings, like most started off good but then went bad, like real bad. some were like really extreme, like I hated a person, (I wrote the words I hate you). which I don't remember why i felt that way, but I was really scary while reading it.

But anyways I decided to post some of my favorite good poem-writings this here blog. I did have to fix some of them, like I can guess what I wanted to say, but it's not exactly what I wrote, I guess I'll put those in [].
Also if ya can, read these aloud, I think it helps.
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1.
my time has expired
the clock has stopped
there is no more sound of the "tick-tock"

the sun has went down
and will never rise again
flowers [have] die[d] and ferociously [been] blown by the wind

heart beats are gone
pulses are no more
the blood [has] stop flowing; life is a bore

the earth has stop rotating
and everything stands dead-still
yet, my glass is half-filled
through it all.

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2.
I am
what I be
and forever I'll be that
I'll always be the I
that sometimes changes
to u but u don't define
me, or I for that matter.
'cause I am
whatever I want to be
and that will never change
I'll always be me when
u and them sometimes say
no to I, or me for that matter
I'm here to show I'm
forever eternally, always
the person I am which is me.

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3.

I wonder and think
everyday: What if the sky was pink?
or What if people were small?
like ants. And the ants would be tall.
Would the [world] change as we know it?
Or would humans be the same ?
There's no way I could possibly get,
Get [an] answer for this game
Cuz I think I'm way too lame.
I think my parents r the ones to blame.

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4. 

I'm cool
Ur cool
We're cool
Isn't that cool?
Or is that not cool enough?
Am I cool enough?
R u cool enough?
Is that enough?
Enough for this poem?
Is this the end of [the] poem?
or just the beginning of the poem?
Ok, no more poem.
B-cuz I'm cool.
Ur cool
We're cool
Isn't that cool?
Isn't it..........

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5.

If today is new and
yesterday is old. And if today
is a continuation of yesterday
is today really new?
so wouldn't we call it
just a day?
-Words of Wisdom from a Wise person

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6.

Three-hundred sixty-five days times nineteen years equals six thousand eight-hundred fifty-five days that I have wondered and journey[ed] to become me, but only in the last ninety-one days [have I] lost it and [now I am] searching again, and [I] just can't seem to tap back into the way I felt, the [way] I was. But now as a new three-hundred and sixty-five days approach, labelled as two-thousand and eight, I will continue to search until me is found and I can start whole again: One hundred percent; three-hundred sixty degrees, two-pi radians. Hopefully one day.

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that's it.
PEACE & CHICKEN GREASE!