Music Round-up

A slow week for guitaring. Not learning a lot but still got some focus.

Learned:

Comin Home- City and Colour

Save your scissors- City and Colour

Waiting....- City and Colour

The adventures of Larry and tina- Wax

In progess:
Home- michael buble/ boyceavenue

Own composition:

Fun and Rowdy- Matt Wilson

Gaming with a purpose

Games now look good but lack in the story department. I want to find a game with good looks and a damn good story. Heavy Rain. Developed by Quantic Dreams. The masterminds behind "omikron" and "indigo prophecy". Both on my list of all time greatest games. Their newest game "Heavy Rain" sets the benchmark for what the Ps3 can do further than Metal gear sold 4 and it's story is a lot better and easier to understand than Hideo Kojima's Metal Gear's overwhelming story. Look it up. It's genius.

Creepy...

Girls call men creepy for orthodox ways to picking up women. Even if these methods are the norm, we are still called creepy no matter what. However, aren't girls creepy also? They call us creepy, but they are blatant hypocrites to their own words. Although they are more creepers then we expect or they put on us, people never call it out.

Well let me explain how I came to this. It all started with one person replying on a picture on Facebook. Seems normal enough. But it wasn't their picture. Also they weren't tagged in the photo. And yet alone I wasn't even friends with the person. Somehow the person managed to reply in less than a minute. I got creeped out.

Justintv is a site where you have a live feed off of your webcam. For shits and giggles a couple of friends posted on the site. To our amazement once again we find girls. Before we thought it was only guys, and /b/ tards going to annoy girls camming. But we found out there we girls creeping. Yet alone people we were aquainted with.

Another one came up. A friend and I got called by some people posting on Justin.tv. I know how they got my number I have no issue with that. My friend on the other hand didn't give out his number. The only way it could've happened was him posting his number on another channel. But that was on a channel from a person from America. The people who called were from Winnipeg. The chances of people creeping on that channel are very slim. I cannot think of anything else but extreme creeping...

Sleep.

Being unable to sleep is something I really want to stop. Laying in bed just to be awoken by a sudden thought. It's hard when something like that stays in the back of your mind, waiting to come out. It always comes when I actually want to sleep.


Is it a rooted problem that I keep in the back of my head or is it a fucked up sleep pattern? I do not know. I just want to sleep.

A blog is a blog. It answers why I am writing this in the first place. I need to find a way to sleep faster.

Baseball

I went to a baseball game. I wanted to find out what made this game the ever so classic father-son game. Also because my step-dad managed to get some box seats for the game. Until the last innings of the game it was terribly boring to withstand but in the final innings it was a tie game. It got intense then bam, my interest was lost.

3 hours of players hitting and catching balls. It sure is great.

A post filled with win.

Recently there have been raids upon several members of Facebook. One thing I have noticed was the heavy references to Memes, and to conclude, the raids have been people who are lurkers of the /b/. However, these men (there are no wimmez on teh interwebs LOL) fail with uttermost lack of lulz. The Loli's, mudkips, are sacred to us /b/tards and with these newfags have ruined the name of them. Becoming an hero was referenced to someone whom doesn't fit the image of heroism. Reasons to become an hero are listed here

* you couldn't find a wii at the mall
* The world will not ignore your pain any longer
* They canceled your favorite tv show
* You got a ride on a spaceship behind a comet
* Kool-aid tastes ALLLRRRIIIGGGHHTT!
* Summons helpful spirits
* You're Lanzer
* Your parents won't let you go see My Chemical Romance or Fall Out Boy
* You can't find your SCART connector!
* You lost your job at McDonalds
* Your prison lover left you
* You are in an "internet suicide room

-encyclopedia dramatica

As for the newfags who has hacked certain members obviously didn't fit the reasons for becoming an hero making the newfags lose one interwebs.
Lastly, raiding without reason is like thinking Anon is your personal legion. Raids happen for a reason. Goronchev, a video blogger on youtube, put ED to disgrace and we had enough as Anon raided him and his fucking "intellectual checkmate. Fucker.

Goddessmine, a woman who swindled men of their money through the interwebs. Following debate she described herself as follows

**I do have a job you mass of bleating sheep. I teach.**I'm a Goddess. Money makes Me wet. You don't. I call Myself a JAGanese Goddess: a Russian Jew & Japanese spoiled brat to no end. The fact that I'm a bitch and a Jew are simply conflations. Learn to take a joke, you rigid dorks. I love orgasm denial, cbt, consentual blackmail, sissification, best-friend-fantasy, Female worship, cam/phone training, and I have a huge fetish with necks and fingers. But in order to dabble in these treats and more, you must APPLY first through My website. Inquire if you dare. However, if you simply want a peek into the adventures of My luxe Life: http://goddessmine.livejournal.com I accept male or female piglets - I don't discriminate *laughs*. And no, I am not interested in real time for now. I abhor whiners, time-wasters, and men with delusions that they can "save" Me.

and with an amazing rebuttal Anon replies

We do have a job you mass of insufferable camwhore. We divide by zero. We are Anon. Lulz makes us wet. You don't. We call ourselves Anonymous: Elite Black Hand Hackers & Zombie Master spoiled brats to no end. The fact that we're Hackers & on steroids are simply conflations. Learn to take a joke, you vapid whore. We love mudkips, orly?, non-consensual blackmail, sissification, bestiality, shemale worship, camwhore training, and we have a huge fetish for tits or gtfo. But in order to dabble in these treats and more, you must SHOW TITS first through our website. Inquire if you dare. However, if you simply want a peek into the adventures of Our Lulzy Life: http://4chan.org You are our new female piglet. We don't discriminate *LOL!!.9999!!*. And yes, we are interested in real time, so buy some curtains and a dog. We create whiners, time-wasters, and whores with delusions that they can "beat" Us."

Newfags, why have you discriminated mudkips? Anon lieks their mudkips and herd you did too. Jerking the dick to Loli is to be commended as Pedobear approves. Becoming an hero occurs to attention whores, scene whores, Adolf Hitler and Jed. You newfags need to cleanse in the shit that comes from the asshole of the internet and learn to become one with the lulz. You are a prime example of those who spread virus into the /b/. The cancer that flows through the /b/ shall be fixed by shooping the whoop and then treated with CP. Fuckers, you fail epically, go become an hero otherwise..

...fucking newfags

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Blog time!!!!

For a blog it's best for me to write something a bit personal every once in a while. It would keep this page from focusing on useless things like stories not even related to me nor anything anyone would give two shits about.

Every summer brings on surprises. Questions are asked for example, "Matt what the fuck? You did drugs?" or "Matt, since when did you drink?" or "Matt, since when did you start smoking?" or "Matt, you have a life? What the fuck is going on?''. Yes to all of those, it's been quite the eventual summer that brought on some improvement. I found out that drugs are not a good way to help ease your stupid problems when it easily could be confronted with something emotionally relaxing than artificially relaxed. Drinking will and always will be a good time to meet new people. Drinking will always be fun. Drinking is great. Drinking coca-cola is a great beverage to drink with your friends brings an eased enviroment. No, I kid. Pass up a beer.

Starting a new paragraph here, I talk about the new things I learn here in this summer and plus a few view changes as what happens every summer. I always write something about it. It really helps me to sleep since I really want to write something.

Well I got back into smoking. From a little grade 7 boy trying his first cigarette to now a Gr 11 dude who enjoys his casual smoke. Big whoopity do. People make more of a fuss over it than drugs. It's a bit of an annoyance. Yes it's addictive, yes you will get cancer but no I am not a chain smoker. Occasional smoke decrease the craves. It's all good. Drugs are the other hand fucks you up. Drugs, illegal shit, fucks you up. Yeah. It fucks you up. Nothing more to say. It isn't good for you. Nor is smoking but shut the fuck up.

Girl girl girls, girls I do adore. Thank you Jay-z for your catchy lines.
Here, overthinking them causes shrinkage. Never ever think deeply about the mind of a Private school girl. It'll lead to misconceptions. You'll regret it. Lemme apologize for this. If by chance a girl from a private school were to read this and be offended, please be offended, I couldn't care less about your feelings if I don't know you. Thats a bit harsh. Well, don't bitch at me. It'll bring a good laugh but actually....yeah I don't care if you bitch at me. Wait that isn't an apology. Fuck it never mind. If you were to like a girl, don't think past one thing, you like them and you want them. Never question their thoughts. It's useless to. Try and go for gold and IF you do manage to catch them THEN start knowing them.
If you haven't noticed I've gotten a lot more shallow towards girls.

I got a life. Simple as that. I go out and I go ouy with friends. Its a huge improvement from last year when all I did was game. Now there is balance. That is better.

Change of the summer? Shallowness. It brought in improvement. Overthinking stupid things would lead to a pessimistic attitude. Overthinking makes you hate life. Deep thinking makes you a faggot. Deep thinking helps when your helping out your friend. Otherwise fuck you and live in the moment.

Acoustic guitar

Well, recently I've been making a lot of guitar acoustics of different songs and learning alot plus. I've decided to move away from my old "intricate" tapping style of guitar and focus on a more simple but with emotional involvement way of playing. However there's one song i'm in the process of doing that require my old style of playing, "Space Fantasy" by Earth Wind and Fire. There is a cover of the song done by my idol, Kotaro Oshio, and violinst Kwaki Ikiko. I'm making the acoustics in the song but it's on hiatus to persue other songs. Here's the songs I've learned and made (tabulature) in the last couple of days.

Learned:
With You- Chris Brown (boyceavenue cover)
Same mistake- James Blunt
Amie-Damien Rice
Delicate- Damien Rice
Blowers Daughter- Damien Rice
Vida La Vida- Coldplay (boyceavenue cover)
Hate that I Love you- Chris brown ft Rihanna (boyceavenue cover)
Lovesound/I think that she knows- Justin Timberlake (boyceavenue cover)
Comfortable- John Mayer
Daughters- John Mayer
Your Beautiful- James Blunt
Cannonball- Damien Rice
Like a star- Corrinne Bailey Rae
Yellow-Coldplay
Trouble-Coldplay
Omarion/Timbaland/Usher - Ice Box (acoustic)
She is- Gabe Bondoc

Made (not actual composition):
Dancing Crickets- Kotaro Oshio
Crank That- Soulja boy
American Boy- Estelle ft Kayne West

In progress:
Space Fantasy- Earth Wind and Fire

Own Composition:
Lost Love- Matt Wilson

More phun from "Express Though Reality"

I just realized I made a post about Archie. Majority of that post was hating on Archie. Why? Because he has two girls. What is there to hate on that? Nothing, that's pure win. Then I think more...Why the fuck did I even write that? I don't know, I must've been really crazy over a girl that time. Yes. My old thinking ways was due to a girl. Yes. Laugh. And Laugh more. It's epoch phail. Well no worries. I had my fair share of lol juice. So. Here's the article.

"Wow while reading an Archie comic i realized it's true cold hearted nature. Look at the picture starting with the title.

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Think about it. Is it really funny to look at betty during a heart break? No. They poke fun at things that hurt people most. They make love seem like something so small. Actually this whole book is filled with heartless jokes. The page before shows Archie basically playing both his girlfriends. Look at veronica. She plays Archie left and right. Reggie seduces Midge from his jealous boyfriend Moose. Reggie basically is a crazy frat boy. Chuck is basically the black sterotype basically ignoring his girlfriend. The only people with some proper morals are Betty, Jughead and Dilton. An ongoing theme in this book, "nice guys always finish last". My opinion, Archie comics pokes fun at situations that lead someone to break down. The fun in it almost makes these morals more appropriate in our society."

Alright. There it is.

So this summer I did stuff and Yadda yadda yadda.

Lets try a scary story.

12:30 AM
You wake up suddenly. All you see is the darkness of your room. You look beside you. You see your spouse sleeping peacefully. You hear her light but sweet snore. You fall back asleep.

1:00 AM
You wake up again. This time to a peculiar feeling you have. You stand and walk to the door. you nothing but darkness. This is only because your lights are off. You turn of the lights. You look downstairs. You find it a bit strange for the downstairs to be completely consume in darkness. As if the light cannot reach.

2:30 AM

You walk downstairs and hear a dripping sound. You walk to your sink to stop the water. It doesn't stop. You turn on the lights. The water in the sink is red. You look up. You see a body. You cannot see the face since it has been disfigured beyond anything. You see the dress. It's oddly familiar to the one your wife was wearing. You run up thinking it's a bad dream and go up to make sure your wife is safe. You reach your bed. You kiss her forehead. She turns around.

A pair of yellow glowing eyes stares at you. It smiles back at you. A smile so wide all you see is it's white teeth.

3:00 AM

Creepypasta time?

CreepyPasta: A short stories to give chills to the readers of the /x/.
I feel like postin some since my blog is the color of nigger.

Cigarettes

Go to any high traffic bathroom. It must be a high traffic bathroom; otherwise the room won’t have enough latent residual energy to carry out the task. A hotel bathroom is perfect. Make sure it's after 12pm, and make sure you have 2 clove cigarettes. The stronger the cigarette, the higher your success rate is. Sit in the dark and begin smoking one of the cigarettes. Make sure there is a mirror present, and that you look at your reflection at all times. The burning cherry should provide just enough light for this. When you’ve smoked the cigarette within a 1/4 in of the filter, the room should be full of smoke. Your eyes will no doubt be watering, but don’t blink. Don’t take your eyes off of the mirror or your reflection whatever you do. To blink will make all you’ve done at this point for naught.

You’ll begin to notice that your reflection will begin to fade into black. The reflection of the cherry from your cigarette will begin to separate into two red eyes. The smoke in the room will begin to condense, and before you even realize it’s happened, a shade will be sitting on the ledge of the sink. He’ll ask you for a cigarette, which is why you’re instructed to bring two. Give the shade a cigarette, which will light itself once he brings it to his withered lips. At this point, you can ask the shade any question you want, and he'll answer true. You can ask who shot JFK, who was Jack the Ripper. Anything you could possibly think of. Be sure to keep an eye on how much of the cigarette he’s smoked. When it gets to the point where it will only take a few more hits to kill it, the smoke from the other cigarette will begin to define more of his features, making him more material than ethereal.

At this point, stand up and snatch out his eyes in one sweeping motion. He should still be mostly smoke, so your hands should pass easily through his head. If you let him finish the cigarette he WILL attack you, almost surely taking your life in the process. The shade will begin screaming and cursing you and the hand holding his eyes will be burning intensely. DO NOT OPEN YOUR HAND! Even though the eyes are disembodied, they can see if they are out in the open. Run to the light switch and flip it on. This will banish the shades physical form and send him back into the ether. Leave the room and wait until 3:00 am to open your hand. The burning will be unbearable until then, but to do so will blow all the lights out in your house, allowing the shade to return and seek vengeance. You will have 4 burn marks on your palm when you open it. All cauterized of course, and mostly healed.

From then on you can never be in a dark room with a mirror, because the shade will be able to track you through the burns in your hand. He'll have black hell dogs now, given his loss of sight, and they are far more terrible than the shade could ever be. The number of hell dogs depends on the strength of the shade you made contact with. After this, you’ll always be cold, no matter how warm it is, and you’ll be given the ability to perform minor miracles. Your dreams will always be nightmares, but in them, you will be granted a kind of third sight. You’ll never be able to see anything good, only the most horrific future events. And these events will only be known to you at a point where you can’t do anything to stop them.

A small price to pay for absolute knowledge.

The Voice

If you ever are in an area of absolute quiet, still your breathing and move not a muscle. After a few seconds, you will notice that the silence has a sort of "sound" of its own, a kind of empty ringing tone. This is nothing unique; everyone will hear this, given the proper setting. An informed person will tell you that your brain is trying to interpret the lack of stimuli to your hearing and so creates a bit of a filler sound. This ringing sound actually serves a more arcane purpose, covering up a noise we are not meant to hear. This noise is not impossible to hear, and if you are persistent you can effectively "break" the cover-up sound.

The next time you are silent and hear the ringing, shout at the top of your lungs for about half a minute, then be abruptly silent. It will be different for everyone. Some will hear nothing different for dozens of tries. Others might pick up soft murmuring. A special few auditory heroes might clearly make it out on the first attempt. What you will hear is a voice that relays an account of events about to happen in the immediate future. It's like a sportscaster relaying the events occurring 10 seconds into the future.

As time goes on, you will be able to make out this voice under increasingly noisy circumstances, to the point that it can be heard at any time by just concentrating. Such ability would doubtlessly be invaluable, no? You will be able react to any immediate danger, relate to people around you with greater ease. No one would ever surprise you. Now, of course you are wondering what sort of horrible catch this ability entails. Perhaps the tone of the voice is so horrible that it will drive you mad, or maybe the voice will only predict your death over and over again.

Of course this isn't the case, though, it’s a normal voice, your ears receive it no matter what, and it’s simply a matter of noticing. But there is a danger. For you see, where there is a voice, there is a body. And just like you will notice new sounds, so shall you notice new sights. More importantly, you will be noticed.

Michael J. Fox

• Michael J. Fox puts too much salt on his food. Because of Parkinson's.
• Michael J. Fox's Polaroids develop more quickly. Because of Parkinson's.
• Michael J. Fox once caused a can of soda to explode in someones face just by handing it to him. Because of Parkinson's.
• Michael J Fox can never play Operation. Because of Parkinson's.
• You know that scene in BTTF where Michael J Fox is on the stage and he's jumping around with the guitar? It wasn't in the script, he just did it. Because of Parkinson's.
• Michael J. Fox's cellphone is always on vibrate. Because of Parkinson's.
• Michael J. Fox can do an amazing impression of the car scene from A Night at the Roxbury. Because of Parkinson's.
• Michael J Fox has an oscillation rate of over 9000 movements per second which allows him to oscillate against the natural rate of 88 movements per second creating a quantum flux, which is what makes time travel possible. Because of Parkinson's.
• Michael J Fox doesn't make paintings, he makes Rorschach tests. Because of Parkinson's.
• Michael J. Fox can't piss standing up. Because of Parkinson's.
• Michael J Fox holds the high score on DDR. Because of Parkinson's.
• Michael J. Fox knows the Mexican Hat Dance. Because of Parkinson's.
• Michael J. Fox accidentally erases everything he draws on an Etch-a-Sketch. Because of Parkinson's.
• Michael J. Fox is now placed on bottles of Yoo Hoo instead of Shake Well. Because of Parkinson's.
• Michael J. Fox only needs to put his toothbrush on his teeth and have his head do the rest. Because of Parkinson's.
• Michael J. Fox enjoys masturbation a lot more. Because of Parkinson's.
• Michael J. Fox's LiveJournal reads like a word search. Because of Parkinson's.
• Michael J. Fox always makes a mess at Denny's. Because of Parkinson's.
• Michael J. Fox almost lost his job at the tattoo parlor. Because of Parkinson's.
• Michael J. Fox cums all over the girl, not in her vagina. Because of Parkinson's.
• Michael J. Fox can't put an old limp dollar bill inside a vending machine. Because of Parkinson's.
• In Soviet Russia, Parkinson's has been severely debilitated and will probably die quite young. Because of Michael J. Fox.
• Michael J. Fox can now dodge bullets. Because of Parkinson's
• Michael J. Fox's wife gets earth-shattering fingerbangs. Because of Parkinson's.
• Michael J. Fox should be in the back in a hip hop music video. Because of Parkinson's.
• Michael J. Fox will be rolling in his grave. Because of Parkinson's.
• Parkinson's is now known world wide. Because of Michael J. Fox.
• Michael J Fox always looks like he's on a pogo stick because of Parkinson's.
• Because of Parkinson's nobody will ever be able to tell if Michael J Fox is being electrocuted.

Michael J. Fox walks into an ice cream parlor and asks the counter-hand for some ice cream.
The counter-hand asks "What flavour would you like?"
Michael J. Fox says "It doesn't matter... I'm just going to fuckin drop it anyways."

....Because of Parkinson's

Thank you /b/.

Gantz: The Osaka arc has come to an end

Finally after a long 30 chapters, the 100 point alien has finally been killed in Chapter 278 of the Gantz manga. With Kei Kurono dead I couldn't believe the manga could continue but with Katou now back in the game, he serves as the temporary protagonist of the series. Next chapter, next week, shows the possibly of Kei being revived. I cannot wait. This is going to be epic. I can't explain how happy I am to see this god damn arc is done with even though it was one of the best battles i've seen so far. AHH I CANT WAIT!!

being decieved

One minute your on a date with a hot chick, she whispers something every man craves. The next minute you have a penis up your ass. Being deceived is a common issue amongst people. Neither it's a lying/cheating girlfriend or a homeless man on the street, in life you are gonna get deceived and there will be consequences towards that, both bad and ugly. Here's some things that can deceive easily.

Sunglasses:

As you walk down the street, a fine looking girl wearing a pair of tinted Prada sunglasses walk towards you. As you continue to check her out, the sky gets darker and she takes off her glasses. Your boner slowly diminishes as she walks towards you, wanting to talk. Sunglasses block your eyes from the sun and also block a pair of ugly features some people want to hide.
Not only does it block your eyes but also has the uncanny ability to hide age. At first, the girl you think is hot seems older or the same age, you soon find out that she's in elementary. Oh shit son, the pedo-meter is a blazing!!! Eyes tell a lot. Most of the time, you find these people in schools with douchebag guys, schools with girls and almost anywhere girls are able to walk.

Lesbians:

They dig only the pussy but yet still crave for something in the shape of a penis. Lesbians not only deceive men but are hypocrites to themselves. Deep down, they know that a penis is the most pleasurable thing to have, it's just natural to feel that way.

Innocence:

You become infatuated with a cute girl. She looks young and innocent. It makes you nervous to think of even banging her. The time comes when you seal the deal. You find this once cute girl doing the most wildest things on the bed. It takes time to get to know someone, from first impression, you don't think an innocent looking girl can be a feisty sexual deviant. It's one deceiving thing you wish to have.

Personality:

Before you find a chick, you gotta know their personality. Personality plays a huge part in finding someone you want to be with. However, it really sucks to find out later in the relationship that your girlfriend is a feminist. Rights this and that, "oo look at me i'm a feminist", "Man"kind is misogynistic.
Back on topic, knowing the person determines heaven or hell, Whether your gonna fuck someone worth it or someone who half asses sex. You gotta know.


Being deceived is like saying your fine but later knowing you have aids. Its totally great.



p.s: if you do note, this was entirely a sexist note

YEAH!!

I have nothing better to say so i am going to say yeah for the next little bit..
YEAHHH
YYYYYYYYYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAHHHH
YYYYEEEEEAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!!
YYEEEEAAAAAAHHHHHHH!
YEAAAHHHH

"Express Through reality"

I read through my old blog. Heh... not the greatest thing to read. Here's an entry from November 4, 2007;

"Love is the only thing to balance out me. But of course too much is not healthy. How much is healthy for me? Without someone to to actually care about makes me pessimistic. When i don't care, i don't care about anyone. When i do care about someone, i care about everyone else. Balance, someone to care about but i'm NOT going to look for someone."

Go ahead and laugh. I know, this was the most embarrassing thing I've ever written. Oh man. Look at it. Oh man. I really was a fag. Oh man. OH MAN. Half the time I cant believe the stuff I was thinking at the time. My friend KT told me that I've gotten ALOT more shallow than the last summer. I must go against that. After reading that, I believe I've gotten much more mature. It's a waste of time thinking so much about whats around you. Doing that gives you a really stupid image. Over analysing things and then claiming your dominance shows how much of a faggot you can be.

Haha, for shits and giggles, i'll link you guys to my old blog; http://expressthroughreality.blogspot.com/. Go ahead and have yourself a little chuckle. It's great.

Ahh... a blog once again..

It's weird to find myself here again starting up another blog. The summer before, I started up a blog, "express through reality". It was shit. All that philosophical and theory shit I kept on talking about. Arrogance. I thought I was right and gave my opinion to every one. Not good. It was totally stupid. Jesus.

In the night or the early stages of the morning, I urge to write something, but writing on facebook seems too unfit for some of the things I want to write. Sometimes I wanna write about life. Or sometimes I wanna write whats constantly on my mind. My faults. My constant change into shallowness, or my inability to let go of the past. Haha. It's good to vent out on a blog. Something to do during the early phases of the morning. It feels good. Brings a smile, it sure feels good.

Summer. At first I hated it. Fresh from a break up, I went back to smokin up. Not the greatest idea, but I still had a blast doing it. Meeting a lot of old friends I thought I never see and plus meeting a new few. It was great...in the moment. Until I got caught. A fun story to tell I rather not tell. To sum it up, seeing someone you prayed so much not to see ever at one of the best times of your life happens to show up when you thought the day couldn't get better. It went staight downhill.

Smoking had been something I started back in Jr. High. Every lunch we go to a friends house, he was a couple of smokes every day, we smoke and go back to school fresh and ready to go. Up until february of Gr. 10, I met a certain someone, it managed to set me straight and lay off smoking. It felt great. A new start, new lungs. GREAT. Relationship ends, weed is now out of the question, and smoking, more accessible. I got back into it abruptly, but whatever.

It's funny how a rumour goes around. One rumour went the wrong way. The timing could've have never gotten worse. So when i feel like going out, mellow out, it happened to be close to a certain someone doing it. Word gets out. I gotta go out and kill someone.