Friday, October 8, 2010
Saif...I know you're ashamed of me
Friday, September 24, 2010
Go Big, or DIE TRYING
Sunday, August 8, 2010
I won't say goodbye to you, so I'm just gonna say goodnight, to you
Wednesday, July 28, 2010
Me+ Pre Calculus = rap song?
Sitting in pre calc, class full of Asians,
Brain getting rocked, like the nation of Haitians
Girls getting knocked up, boy’s got no patience,
Hit it and quit it, planned all the way and,
She’s all alone, crying on the highway
No cash, she won’t get high today,
Without that high, she goes so low,
Shit goes down, here at enloe
There goes the future; valedictorian
There go the gangs, bout to get gory and,
Here comes a boy, he says he’s so sorry and,
The principal, ain’t buyin’ his story and
The FIFA world cup, takes place in the lobby,
The teams are
And one last man, looking so fresh,
Saif N. Hassan, repping
Along with Apex, where I go,
But I been spending time, here at Enloe,
Supposed to sit here, do some math,
But here I am, writing me some raps
oh wait, I found another one in my notes
They say I’m a good shot, Donchu know, I’m a dead eye
Millions of hits, like return of the jedi,
Millions of hits, like tweeted pics of me,
Because my presence is a rarity,
But my legend needs some clarity,
So I’ll say it nice and coherently
I started my rapping and apparently
(chorus)
Monday, June 21, 2010
This. Is a direct quote.
Wednesday, June 2, 2010
Friday, May 21, 2010
It's times like this I wish I played piano
Wednesday, May 19, 2010
Nine nine nine!
Monday, May 3, 2010
What'd you eat for lunch? Just some exploded plant vagina.
Tuesday, April 6, 2010
Monday, April 5, 2010
And then the Blogs died.
Thursday, March 18, 2010
No, you can't keep lettin' it get you down.
Sunday, March 14, 2010
Rocky!
Saturday, March 13, 2010
Wednesday, March 10, 2010
Wednesday, March 3, 2010
Art! Well, that's what I call it.
Learning to count
Learning to soar
Learning to feel
Learning to roar
Moving a band
And so much more
It's as simple as four
And. And. And. Four
But I'll just follow the timpani.
Sad
Monday, March 1, 2010
English Project = poem? What?!
No one will open the door you always want to knock on
You’re drowning in glass and he’s walking on sunshine
They all have shares of gold and all you've got is time
Sunday, February 28, 2010
Secrets secrets are no fun, unless you share with everyone!
Saturday, February 27, 2010
Incantation and Dance (and English)
The effect is still the same,
Burns and bruises are nothing,
Next to the sound of your name.
Now, that's not the answer to "Why is Fahrenheit 451 science fiction," but it is what I ended up writing. Mrs. Gage and some other people have given me the greatest headache I've ever had. I'm almost done with the short answer, and am about to enter the massive essays. The big guns, if you will. The big guns that are pointed right at my face. I will finish this test tonight if it kills me.
PS: Incantation and Dance is catchy. I will be using that bass line thing in a project.
Dear K. Nathan McHenry, I'd like to thank you
Woohoo!
Also, Jordan Turner is the most skilled hugger I have ever met.
Friday, February 26, 2010
Yeah, I know what you mean (I think)
Y would yuu tell mehbyuu love meh if yuu dnt. Y would yuu say that yuu care If yuu dnt. Y would yuu say that I'm the only one if I wasn't. Y would yuu break my heart knowin that it took meh a while to find it. I can't belive what my SSS saw today. I hate the word "love":(!!!~ { crying}~
I wish I had the ability to read these, but after much though I think I can understand this one.
Dear Biology, I would love to throw you in a microwave with a bomb strapped on your penis.
What matters: Sunlight leads to plants getting energy. This is good because they give off oxygen into the atmosphere.
What we learned: Sunlight hits the Thylakoid gland and electrons (why the hell aren't they with the rest of their atom anyway?) and then they get carried by NADPH to the ETC and blah blah blah. ... And then 38 (minus four ATP used during glycosis) = 34 net gain of ATP.
At least I have funtastic Geometry and no-effort English!
Oh. Speaking of no effort English, I actually have to write about 16 paragraphs. Hopefully my good friend Michaela can make that more fun.
Wednesday, February 24, 2010
I hear Jerusalem bells ringing, Roman cavalry cries singing.
'Twas amazing.
Is it over?
I can't remember a word that you were saying
Are we demented or am I disturbed?
The space that's in between insane and insecure
Oh therapy, can you please fill the void?
Am I retarded or am I just overjoyed
Nobody's perfect and I stand accused
For lack of a better word, and that's my best excuse
*This is from Green Day's Jesus of Suburbia*
Monday, February 22, 2010
I Lose! (Repost!)
All the cool kids are doing it
Last Monday and Tuesday were both really weird, because I didn't do anything at all and the days mushed together.
Wednesday was dumb.
Thursday my bass clarinet was officially broken. (Luckily, I didn't fail too badly at jazz band)
If my bass clarinet is broken, then I use the school one.
If I use the school one, then my tone goes down the toilet.
My bass clarinet was broken, therefore my tone went down the toilet.
Friday was alright, I put on a smile and took my biology test like a boss.
**To do a Norton test you need notes from Johnson cause all their stuff is on the test. The study guide Los Nortonos gives you are no help.
Saturday I did absolutely nothing, but it was fun.
And Sunday I had a fun day walking in circles, eating, and watching a movie!
Today was fun though. Geometry's always easy and fun. Some people are very passionate about it. English was the normal waste of time, which isn't necessarily a bad thing. Lunch was boring, and we did all of our biology homework. Biology was more physically taxing then all of gym (ever) combined. We took more notes than hillabaloo daisy hughes. And Mrs. Norton yelled at us for not being able to read her handwriting. Band was really boring (because of our part overflowing with rests) but playing was good.
Saturday, February 20, 2010
There may come a time in your life when you ask, "Is this really happening?" The answer. Is yes.
Lolss qurh yea ii do : ) lyk i hear alot of dudes say dat ha ass qotta be phat n blah blah blah but theres somebody 4 euerybody sooooo.!!
So I saw this on facebook and couldn't help but think..
What does that even mean?
Whoever can tell me gets a *Fantastic Prize!*
Thursday, February 18, 2010
BA DAHP BA BAH! Bahhhhhh
And today I forget what number came after 29 >.<
It should be friday
Wednesday, February 17, 2010
MLIA, FML, MLID, MLIG__ February 17
Today, my friend got pissed at me for less than or equal to very little reason. FML
Today, I had to study for two hours straight, because I have a B in biology. MLID (my life is desi)
Today, my headache went away and I ate food. MLIG
Tuesday, February 16, 2010
Monday, February 15, 2010
I lose!
Sunday, February 14, 2010
Finalized Story! Done!
Saif Hassan
Gage
English I Honors, Period 2
Once there was a man named Lloyd. He was a master of unicorn riding. If you gave him a unicorn he was a flat out beast. He was the captain of the Luftwaffe, the golden horned force that protected the German skies from the Brits. He was admired far and wide, even by his enemies. Even during the 679th day of the great war, when the Brits unleashed the full force of their attack force, no one expected him to be defeated.
“It’s a beautiful day for a flight,” lightly said
“Ah,
“Are you suggesting you like war?”
“Why do you think I’m in this army?”
“For your country.”
“If it was my country, no one else could come close.”
“How could you ensure that?”
“Have you ever heard of
“You’ve got to be kidding me. How could families, cultures, or humanity thrive?”
“You’re lucky I won’t be dying in combat. You’d be a weak leader, and you’re entire beloved country would fall to pieces.”
“Sir, a ruler isn’t just one who-“
“Wait with everyone else until I give the signal.”
Lloyd knew
Not two hours later, the skies were shot with a cornet note that could shatter mountains like glass, and this meant that it was time. General Lloyd called out the troops, who mounted their unicorns. The unicorns ran at breakneck speeds, lowered their heads and were silent. They wouldn’t run out of energy, but they did run out of cliff. The wings exploded out of the horned horses like airbags after a crash. But up here, nothing can save you from a crash. As they went higher in the sky, the only things visible below them were clouds. It seemed they were to ever be suspended in a sea of white clouds, when the famous red horns of the British force flew towards them. Some say they painted them red so the unicorns weren’t spooked by the blood of their enemies, but even if they were painted white, not a single drop would stain the glorious animals’ horns. Although the German spies, who were never mistaken, had said the full air force was to fight, that was not the case. It was still a rather large force attacking the Luftwaffe. Lloyd’s mastery of aerial battle was apparent. He annihilated line after line of soldiers, long after they surrendered. Finally
“Captain, what are you doing?!”
“What does it look like, doing your job for you, you lazy twit!”
“You have to stop!
Lloyd’s anger was uncontainable, as he took a blind charge at
“You’re insane!”
“Insane? I’m a god damned genius!” roared Lloyd as he dove straight down.
As soon as Lloyd was out of sight,
When
Things were much better for Lloyd. He spent three years doing whatever he pleased, as a co-consul of
“Sir, what made you ally with us?”
“I knew
“Of course they did, with you leading them!”
“Christoph, you flatter me, one man cannot decide the fate of a country.”
“But if anyone can, it’s you.”
By now, their relationship was more recreation than business, and they spent most of their days unicorn jousting and taking long strolls in the forest. Lloyd found out that the more he spent time with and learned about Christoph, the more he learned about himself. Lloyd was very content with his life except for one thing, he never got to kill
“Alright, everyone, it looks like we’ve been noticed,” announced
Saturday, February 13, 2010
Friday, February 12, 2010
Thursday, February 11, 2010
....damn and double damn.
and I still haven't seen a Rocky movie. **
Friday, February 5, 2010
If he dies, he dies.
Wednesday, February 3, 2010
Gimme samba dat!
BUT I HAD FUN IN THE SNOW!

Although the actual snow didn't last very long, the fear of frozen water haunted every member of the Wake County board. The storm cloud of snow released the lightning bolt of frozen roads like a whip.
That is my interpretation of the nightmares of paranoid board members.
I heart paranoid board members.
Tuesday, February 2, 2010
Bass Clarinet, enjoyable even when just playing random notes.

Now you know that even with no music, and a not stellar player, bass clarinet sounds good.
OR
You'll all hate this and I'm just obsessed with the bass clarinet sound.
Monday, February 1, 2010
Few villains are scarier than those who truly believe they are doing God's work.
Who else is scary? Religious fanatics.
I suppose I would be scary too, if I thought my only purpose in the world was to
a) kill the Jews
b) kill the gays
c) kill the Americans
d) take over Jerusalem while killing as many Muslims as possible.

One long-ass pistol.
You know who's always scared me? The Joker. He kills, he tortures, and he's just creepy.
The scariest thing about him is that I want to be just like him. I want to be able to just feel pain, and laugh. I don't care if it's a laugh full of pain, I just want to laugh. It'd also be cool to have a purple tuxedo, and one long-ass pistol.
Wednesday, January 27, 2010
Squirrels in my (Pants) on the Ground!


Ripped Pants

Pants on the Ground
Pants on the ground, Pants on the ground, Looking like a fool with your pants on the ground! With the gold in your mouth, hat turned sideways, pants hit the ground, you call yourself a cool catGeneral Larry Platt, who fought alongside Martin Luther King Junior for rights, couldn't stop helping the world there. On the TV show American Idol, he reprimanded the modern style of sagging pants.
Tuesday, January 26, 2010
The bidding starts at $1.03...Coolside!

Monday, January 25, 2010
Bass Clarinet! It's better than sex! (I wouldn't actually know)
OH!
And I was thinking about my childhood and found it. The god of all chess computer games, Battle Chess. The pieces kill each other, like in Harry Potter.
Download it here
http://www.abandonia.com/en/downloadgame/308
The graphics might look horrible, BUT IT LOOKED SO COOL BACK IN THE DAY.
On a side note, last month today was Christmas.
Sunday, January 24, 2010
No, you can't
These words can either deflate a balloon, or pump so much air into it that it pops.
..and that's all I can muster.
So I guess I'll talk about what's been going down. Nine days ago I had my first ever high school exam, and that seemed like FOREVER ago. After that there was a weekend, and MLK day. Then two more exams (exempt from band exam!), and a glorious five day weekend. Today is day four of the weekend, and that's just swell. Tomorrow's gonna be a chill day, and Tuesday's school. Kind of excited and kind of not for that.
Bloooooo
OH
I really hate Disney bands/music and stuff like that (except Phineas and Ferb, that's what's up).
But for some reason I just LOVE this song.
Low Day - Capra
(Low Day is the song, just in case I did that wrong)
Thursday, January 21, 2010
Fast Rap, Man
The scenery may be sublime,
Candy for you eye,
But there's pain in your mind,
In your heart, in your soul
The situation of old,
Was a sight to behold,
That blast from past,
Rocks your whole wide world.
You got the pain, but no gain,
It'll drive you insane
You fall from the stage,
You've got to move on,
You've got to move on,
Part of your heart lives there
But it feels so wrong
You're not one of them
You're just dirt on the gem
Brushed off, blown away,
What've you got to say?
No one will find out,
At least not today.
Wrong time, wrong place,
Too late to save face,
Too late to erase,
Your screaming disgrace,
The splendor, the tenor,
Of these four walls,
You've grown quite a bit, yet you feel so small
The ceiling comes down,
With a thundering sound,
Everything you aspired for, suddenly drowned,
What were you expecting, to forget your crime?
Well I got four words, wrong place, wrong time.
Monday, January 18, 2010
My computer has an auto-immune disorder?! Oh nose!
Apparently I have 67 viruses, and my computer will crash, deteriorate, burn, hang itself, implode, explode, get the dementor's kiss, and slaughter the entire Uchiha Clan as well as the herons of the Serenes Forest if I don't download this Malware Protection. So I tried that, and all of a sudden there are naked women all over the desktop. (Undownloading and deleting.) That was a dumb move, but the anti-virus looked pretty legit. By the way, eighth graders who dress up like sluts at the movies aren't cool. Just saying.
Three virgins walk into a room. One walks out.
"Why does that person have wings?"
"He's a freak!"
"He's a victim!"
"He could be a weapon!"
If I had wings I'd sob. I'd miss every single person I know. Especially the ones I like. This is all pretty obvious though, and requires no critical thinking skills, so I don't know why I'm making you read it. But whatever.
Today I saw Sherlock Holmes! It was fantastic, just like the weather. The Beautiful, warm in January, reason I live here, NC weather. Very nice. I'd also like to say that the sky seemed perfect, like the water at Cayman Island. Much better than the last week.
Personally, I Prefer the Air.
When your eyes water
My heart aches
When your fist trembles
My heart breaks
Because I feel your pain
Our sobs coincide
You drive me insane
But I can’t get off the ride
I see you red in the face
You don’t say what’s wrong
And I can’t face
Your sad face very long
Your tears are rocks
Pelting me from above
But I love this pain
Because this pain is my love
Monday, January 11, 2010
Time Flies
Well, I'm not complaining.
I have to say, chess is the greatest game known to man. It's close to fire emblem, but fire emblem is a lot like chess anyway.
Math test tomorrow! woo?
Friday, January 1, 2010
My mind is fried.
Happy New Year!
Yes, it is a new decade.
And listen to some Marvin Gaye, he's the man.
Wow. well that was uncalled for
And now I've got someone four years younger than me probably soiling herself, and I look like a pedophile who's gonna rape a sixth grader. Ahh. So hey. Go punch your douchebag friend in the face. I'm sure they deserve it.
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