Back to the Future

Well, I'm posting on this again. All of my comrades have fallen, but here I am back again. Boring day. I really wanna watch a movie with someone, but I have no guy friends, and I can't ask a girl to see a movie do to having a girlfriend. Recorded another song today. We're at 19.

Saif...I know you're ashamed of me

It's cold outside, but Jesus is burnt,

Worn around the neck, outside of your shirt,

Keeping Christ away, you've got a barrier between,

Forgetting all your guilt, with a fire blazing green

We can all see the guilt, it makes your heart ache

Ignorance isn't bliss, when the ignorance is fake,

Pretending to be flying, way up in the stratosphere,

You're only at bicycle, not rocket ship status here.

Go Big, or DIE TRYING

This whole year has been fantastic, and that phrase is why. I went big. One of three sophomores in Calculus, and only one in APUSH. "Suck a big dick or die trying."

I won't say goodbye to you, so I'm just gonna say goodnight, to you

"I'm not sure anymore, more,

Who's that knocking on my door, door,

All the faces that I know

Ya' make them so sunny and true"

There's a girl at my door

who I used to know before

and I don't know how things will go,

but she'll be here 'till four

the silence says more,

then we've said all day,

thoughts race to get out,

but inside our minds they stay,

there's a girl out the door,

who I wish I had back,

what happened? I think,

as I fade out to black

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 India, Mexico, and Zimbabwe,

And one last man, looking so fresh,

Saif N. Hassan, repping Bangladesh

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)

This. Is a direct quote.

"So I was pouring myself a beverage. I was pouring myself some jack when Sabo pulls my pants down and starts fondling my balls. Then he left and I pulled my pants up, and continued pouring."

...

"Where's the counselor?!"

Super bored in geometry!

It's times like this I wish I played piano

(Chorus)

I've gone and hit a dead end,

It's time to make some amends,

It may be bad to depend,

But I could really use a friend

I could really use a friend,

I could really go for a friend

Hey,

I'm sittin' here thinkin'

That my life is stinkin',

And my eyes are pink an',

Wet, 'cause I've been crying,

And sighin'.

And I don't know why an',

I wail and I moan,

'Cause I'm here all alone,

Walking around, around the bend.

Ya know what?

I could go for a friend.

I've hit a dead end,

Drove into a wall,

Jumped off of a roof,

To feel myself fall,

I've brought myself,

All sorts of pain,

Just by thinking out loud,

And hearing your name,

Sitting here alone,

I won't pretend,

Eleven eleven I've been wishing,

For you again an' again.

(Chorus)

I've gone and hit a dead end,

It's time to make some amends,

It may be bad to depend,

But I could really use a friend

I could really use a friend,

I could really go for a friend

The road is long,

And the going gets tough,

You trudge along,

and your skin gets rough,

You wish you had,

A person to confide in,

and show your true colors,

and get out of hidin',

You need to finish this journey,

Nine years underway,

Even though it seems like,

The whole world ended today

I could really use a friend,

To lead me out of this mess,

To lead me out of this stress,

And I must confess,

I miss having that friend,

with whom I'd laugh to no end,

And I will never pretend,

That I don't need a friend.

(Chorus)

I've gone and hit a dead end,

It's time to make some amends,

It may be bad to depend,

But I could really use a friend

I could really use a friend,

I could really go for a friend

Nine nine nine!

There are nine days until exams!

Nine days of solid shapes, poetry, human body systems, ecology, and band!

And three concerts next week, one test today, two tests tomorrow, a test next Wednesday, and who knows what else. But it's just nine days away!

What'd you eat for lunch? Just some exploded plant vagina.

Nice one, dude!

BTW, "exploded plant vagina" means fruit.

So I have a math test tomorrow and a biology test Wednesday.

I'm going to handle them with ease.

I suck at blogging.

And I completely wasted all of last semester which led to the suckage of this one.

Roses are red,

Violets are blue,

School is lame and there's a cut on my foot and it itches

fin

And then the Blogs died.

Either

A) I have no time at all to write a blog

or

B) My life is so boring I don't want to rape your time with my stories.

Anyway, I was complaining to myself about how no one else was posting, so here's me dodging hypocrisy. (spelling?)

Hello, my name is my name is and I like to lie

You sure do, bro

No, you can't keep lettin' it get you down.

You know you can't keep letting it get you down
And you can't keep dragging that dead weight around
Is it really all that much to lug around
Better run like hell when you hit the ground

-Ok Go

Let it go; this too shall pass.

This is my mission.

Rocky!

He could have thrown in the towel..

He could have saved his best friends life.

But now the one thing he can't do..

IS WALK AWAY.

"If he wants to beat me, he'll have to kill me."

I don't know how its possible four letters could manage to make this entire day be a huge waste, but they did. Night.

The Sky is dark, a perfect outline for my white flag.

Art! Well, that's what I call it.

The first one took three pieces of paper and two hours. Completed after the World History exam.



This next one is from Geometry. I heart Marching Band.

Learning to count

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

Okay, so I'm your friend and everything, but seeing you everyday makes me sick/sad once I get home.