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mood:  weird | ||
| music: Confessions ][ Destiny's Child f/Missy Elliott | ||
Things have gotten really fuckin' weird. I think I'm gonna duck out and fly home for a week. I miss everybody. Yogi hooked me up with a cheap flight, so I think I'm gonna go for it. I really need to talk to him. | ||
whatchu gon' do | act a fool |
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mood:  accomplished | ||
| music: Kiss Me Like That ][ Kiley Dean | ||
Looks like I've actually got a few plans tonight. I know, I know, ain't that some shit? I finally have an excuse to take that new Jeep for a spin. That's the only good thing that came from Yogi leavin', he left me his ride. It's the least the bitch could do, really. The sound system in that thing is off the chain. I'd rather have him here, though. But there's nothin' I can do about that. He had other places to be. I'm still workin' on understandin' that. I'm gonna call him up this weekend, see how things are wherever he is. I'm lookin' to get me some alcohol and some ass. Those are the two things I've had a serious deficit of ever since I got here, and I am CRA-VING, baby. Like you wouldn't believe. So I hope I can get at least one of those things taken care of tonight. It looks like it ain't gonna be ass. But there's always Saturday and Sunday night for that. But anyway. To make sure that my sorry ass doesn't fall asleep and sleep the night away again, I'm gonna go catch a little bit of sleep before I'm out. Peace. | ||
3 whatchu gon' do | act a fool |
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mood:  annoyed | ||
| music: Turn It Up! ][ Brandy f/Timbaland | ||
My brother is a cunt. I mean what? Yes. And I'm hungry. | ||
4 whatchu gon' do | act a fool |
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mood:  rushed | ||
| music: Right Thurr ][ Chingy | ||
I like the way you look in them pants, see ya fine. Your momma a quarter piece, she far from a dime. The type of girl that'll getcha' up and go make you grind. I'm thinkin' about snatchin' her up, dirty, makin' her mine Look at her hips, look at her legs, ain't she stacked? I sure wouldn't mind hittin' that from the back. I like it when I touch it cuz she moan a lil' bit. Jeans saggin' so I can see her thong a lil' bit. I know you grown a little bit, twenty years old, you legal. Don't trip off my people, just hop in the regal. I swooped on her like an eagle swoopin' down on its prey. I know you popular, but you gon' be famous today. I like the way you do that right thurr. Swing your hips when you're walkin', let down your hurr. I like the way you do that right thurr. Lick your lips when you're talkin', that make me sturr. Hahaha, that is my JAM. Better update comin' later. 'magine that. | ||
whatchu gon' do | act a fool |
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| mood: tired and sore | ||
| music: What's It Gonna Be Boy ][ Thalia | ||
I didn't die off, yo. I promise. I've just been layin' low, so there hasn't been a lot to write about. I'm tired as hell right now. I had trouble fallin' asleep last night. Didn't get to actually sleep until 6-somethin' this morning. I spent almost the entire day at the gym, workin’ my ass off , weight trainin’, so my muscles were really sore at the end of the day. And see, I roll around a lot when I sleep, so every time I would turn, my muscles would hurt like a bitch, which kept me from getting’ comfortable enough to fall asleep. And then Yogi’s punk ass decides to pop up a couple of hours later, bangin' my fuckin door down. He was bent on draggin' my ass off to church this morning. Not sure exactly why, but whatever. Maybe because we always used to go with la familia back home. But goin' to church this mornin' was only half of it. He made me go the whole nine yards. Slacks, dress shirt, dress shoes, even a tie, man. Makin' me dress up is one step away from torture. The bastard knows that, too. I hope he's not plannin' on doin' this every Sunday, 'cause that shit ain't gonna fly. It was ok back home, but we're not at home anymore, and I'm all about sleepin' in. Especially on Sundays. I didn't really feel the church anyway. It was kinda borin'. Made me miss goin' to la iglesia de la comunidad. I gotta admit, we always had a good time there. Us Latinos know how to get down in church. We're some fierce competition for those wild and crazy black folks. But we're not into the whole passin' out thing. Every Sunday after service, we'd haul ass back home, where moms would whip up a big ass meal. And then we'd pretty much spend the rest of the day eatin'. Good times, man. Good times. We did manage to get some breakfast after the service, though. So me losin' sleep wasn't completely in vain. And on the way back to campus, we stopped by that little record store, where I spent some more money that I didn't have in the first place. But I was milkin' the guilt trip for all it was worth. He woke me up, so he had to pay. Literally. Bought a few new DVDs and CDs. Mmmm... Thalia... ay, mami... Now, I know some of the critics are totally smashin' her and passin' her off as another J.Lo, but mami's been doin' her thing a lot longer than ghetto booty from the block. Maybe the single she released with Fat Joe isn't exactly the best breakthrough song, but that's a mistake on the label's part. The rest of her album is really good. Most of the critics have a big fuckin' stick rammed far up their asses anyway, so I'm not lettin' it get to me too much, but damn, give mah girl some respect. I went through puberty wettin' my sheets over her at night, man. That woman gave me a lot of laundry. Hotness. Speakin' of hotness. I called home a few days ago to talk to mama. She told me that Célia had left a message with her. Apparently she had somethin' important to tell me. That was definitely somethin’ I wasn’t expectin’ to hear. See, me and Célia had dated for a while in high school. She was the girl that all of the brothers were after. She had it all. Looks, an off-the-chain personality, smarts, legs for days, and an ass that demanded immediate attention the second she stepped into a room. Not only that, but the girl could totally hold her own with the fellas. All of that made her hot property. And I was the guy who was lucky enough to call her mine. But after graduation, I got the basketball scholarship to come here, so we were forced to break things off. We weren’t up for a long-distance relationship, so it was the right thing to do. And even though things between us ended on a good note, and we promised to keep in touch and stay friends, I hadn’t heard from her all summer, so as mama told me that she called, it caught me off-guard. But anyway, so I hit the girl up, and she dropped it on me. Her pops was sendin’ her up here to Dover. Turns out that things in college back home weren’t going her way, so she was transferring, and Dover had been one of the places she’s been accepted to. I’m hyped about her comin’ up here. I can’t wait to see her again. I don’t see us hookin’ up again, because we’re kinda past that, but who knows… you know how they say, never say never. Either way, I’m definitely lookin’ forward to havin’ some fun with her again. Hopefully we’ll have some classes together. I’ve been busy with schoolwork, homework, trainin’, and all of that shit, so I haven’t even had time to go out and really meet some people around here. But it’s nice to know at least two people around here. One bein' my brother, and the other now bein' her. Aiight, I'm gonna cut if off here. Gonna go rub on some ointment and see if my ass can finally get some rest. Peace. | ||
7 whatchu gon' do | act a fool |
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[Ew, OOC. I'm sorry, but I just had to. I've been wanting to update this journal for the last 5 or 6 days. Seriously. But I haven't been able to for two reasons. One, work has swallowed me whole, and every time I come home, I'm too tired to think of anything good to write. And two, because of work, my boy has not been able to come around, so he doesn't have much to write about in the first place. That's going to change, though. Starting tonight, actually. So, I'll update him and delete this OOC post later. Oh, and since today would have been his birthday, I think I'd like to move it off a week or so. I hate hate hate when people change things in their storylines around after they already started playing their character, but I think it's better for him to have his birthday once he manages to make a few more friends around here and really get to know some people. It'll be more fun that way. And besides, he hasn't mentioned his birthday in any of his entries, so it's not like it will affect anything.] | ||
whatchu gon' do | act a fool |
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mood:  hungry | ||
| music: Nowhere ][ Bubba Sparxxx f/Kiley Dean | ||
I've been wreckin' my mind for the last few minutes, tryin' to think of something interestin' to write. But you know what, that ain't happenin', so I'm gonna lay it down plain and fuckin' simple. I need to find myself some ass. FAST. Before I start pokin' holes into the ground. Now that that's outta the way... that whole thing about me getting out last weekend? Yeah, that shit didn't happen. I think movin' here and gettin' settled in took more outta me than I thought, because I spent most of the weekend sleeping. Now how excitin' is that? I have some stiff nipples right now from just thinkin' about it. What a waste of a 4th of July weekend, right? But anyway, I'm hopin' to make up for it this weekend, so we'll see if it works this time. I think the family back home had their big get-together that they have every 4th of July. I haven't talked to Moms in a few days, so I'm not sure, but it's very likely. I tried not to think about all of the food they'd be servin' up down there. I still haven't seen my brother, but he made a post a few days ago, so I know he's alive. I think the playa's busy gettin' laid. Fucker. I'm not jealous. No, not at all. Ok, I lie. But I'm sure I woulda had some luck if I would have put myself out there. I would be seriously disappointed if I didn't. Switchin' the topic, I found this little record store in town the other day. It's off the chain, they have some good shit. I think I spent way too much money there already, and I plan on goin' back later this week. Put in a few orders for some stuff. I just know this is gonna become one of my addictions. A bad habit. And I know that I'll probably be flat ass broke sooner than later. But this is where big brothers come in, so it's all good. It just can't be helped. Next to basketball, music is the next big thing for me. Speakin' of basketball, I've been playin' a little more than usual. My ankle healed quickly, so I've been polishin' up my skills for the varsity try-outs. I wonder how much serious competition there'll be. Alright, my mind just blanked, so I'm gonna go. Think I'm gonna drive into town and get me some food. Peace. | ||
5 whatchu gon' do | act a fool |
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mood:  tired | ||
| music: Jaleo ][ Ricky Martin | ||
Hola, peeps. Still alive over here. I've just been workin' on getting settled in completely, focusin' on school work 'n' stuff. The work load isn't too bad. It's definitely somethin' I can handle, although I was expectin' the teachers to ease the work on us slowly. I think I twisted my ankle playin' ball yesterday. That shit hurt, too. I was limpin' around for the rest of the day. Put some ice on it last night. I tried to take it easy today, so I didn't go down to the court. Went to the gym instead and lifted a little. And now my abs are sore. Seems like I just can't win. I got a chance to exchange some lines with a few of the girls around here. Turns out that they're not all as "delicate" as I made them out to be. You know what people say, looks can be deceivin'. All in all, they seem like an interestin' crowd. I still gotta hit Ana up. Turns out Mami's got some connections, so she's gonna hook me up with some food. Although Moms called yesterday, and I kinda hinted at wanting her to send me some food, too. So now, I think I have the double hook-up. But that's ok, because to me, there's no such thing as too much food. Haven't heard from Yogi in a few days. Wonder what the fuck he's up to. You better not be startin' trouble without me, man! But seriously, dude, drop me a line, hit me up, or walk your lazy ass on over here. Do somethin' to let me know you're still alive, yo. Mama asked about you the other day. Tomorrow's Friday. I'm hopin' to get out a little over the weekend. If I have enough energy left from this week. Lex, dude, we still gotta finish our little game, so I'll catch you around this weekend. And now I gotta go shower, so I'm out. | ||
10 whatchu gon' do | act a fool |
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mood:  calm | ||
| music: Who's It Gon' Be ][ TLC | ||
I miss home. I've only been here a few days, but that was way more than enough to know that the food they serve up in this joint is not for me. I'd say it tastes like shit, but honestly, it tastes like nothing. I mean, I knew that I shouldn't expect the food here to taste as good as it tastes at home, because, after all, everything tastes better when mama makes it. I'm tellin' you, the woman has an unbelievable talent when it comes to anything dealing with food. She made the best chilaquiles... and her chorizo, damn. And the little bolillos we had with almost every meal. I was addicted to those things. She always made a few extra ones for me, because I'd be eating them for the rest of the night. And then there was her homemade helado... the flan... the galletas... man, don't get me started on that stuff. Yogi can vouch for me, because I know that he has to be missin' the stuff too. See, when you came to our house, mama hooked you up. I had friends who placed bids on who was gonna come home with me for dinner almost every night. Those were the times. Shit, just talking about it makes me wanna call her. I thought about doing that earlier, actually. But I knew that she would have started to worry about me not eating right. And then she would have started crying. And then she would have either had me sent back home, or she would have booked the next flight to Vermont. And even though I miss her like crazy, this alone time is good for me. It might just be a little hard sometimes. Especially if you're a proud, self-proclaimed mama's boy. But this is giving me a break from the parentals, and it's teaching me more about being independent. And not having to rely on somebody is always a good feeling. So, yeah... like I was sayin', I'm not askin' for much. A brother just needs somethin' he can really sink his teeth into. Somethin' he can really taste, y'know? Which brings me to somethin' else. The chicks around here. Definitely not like the girls back home. They seem a little too delicate to me, I don't know. Now, I'm not sayin' that I'd turn them down if they offered... y'know. But I'm not feeling motivated enough to go after any of them. Not right now anyway. My hand'll keep doin' the job for now. But give me some time, I'm sure I'll be chasin' after some ass soon enough. Shot some hoops this morning. I woke up after 12 hours of sleep, and my ass was still tired. Took a cold shower in hopes that it'd wake me up, but it didn't. So I figured I'd go down to the court and play a little with Yogi, but I didn't wanna wake him up in case he was still sleeping, so I went by myself. Not a soul was there, so it was kinda nice. Although, I wouldn't have minded a challenge or two. Which reminds me. Lex, dude, I'm still game. Maybe we'll catch each other sometime this week. I still have to sign up for the varsity team try-outs. I have no clue where to even go about that, so maybe I'll take a look around tomorrow to see. ( ... ) | ||
48 whatchu gon' do | act a fool |
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mood:  restless | ||
| music: Things Come and Go ][ Mya f/Sean Paul | ||
This is the place where I'm gonna spend the next 4 years of my life. Or maybe just however long it takes me to stir up some shit and have mama pull me out and drag my ass back to Texas. Nah, as far as she's concerned, I'm her little angel. And I'm kinda set on keeping it that way. I swear I'm not outta control, it's just that my brother likes to talk shit sometimes. Still love him like crazy, though. Him being here with me is definitely making this whole thing much easier on me. Even though I know he's gonna keep tabs on me like crazy. But I guess that's just that whole "big brother" thing. He's like this genius or some shit. Seriously though, I really admire him. Probably way more than he thinks I do. He's just an amazing person. I guess you could say he's my idol of sorts. I look up to him. And I'm sure that some day, I'll accomplish just as many great things as he has accomplished. I think the need to succeed runs in our blood. I should be unpacking everything I dragged with me from home. But I'm not in the mood to unpack right now. I noticed the nice court they have here on campus, so I think I'm gonna go and shoot some hoops for a little while. I'm all about basketball. And there's nothing better than throwing a few balls in the evening when the temps have cooled down a little. Although, I don't think I have to worry about the weather getting too hot up here. Because even Vermont's hottest days have nothing on the Texan heat. | ||
13 whatchu gon' do | act a fool |