i do the figure 8's so concisely

wow its 330 am and im still awake. seriously? yes. im chillin to the tribe, lights off, eyes burning. back to school in a week and i can't be more excited. i need to get out of the house and away from my rents, but we all know how that is. going to cali fri-sun next week, so i got that to look forward to. other than that, my summer's dead. went to dream on friday with david, kristie, evelyn, and her 2 friends. that was chill. then we went back to kristie a little past midnight and chilled in her sketch basement. i am not a fan of hookah, i can say that much. i'd rather smoke regular cigarettes cause at least i know how much i'm doing. the second hand smoke sucked. but david was a damn pro, like a dragon version of a jimmy guidici champ lol. anyway...


applying to colleges! well not really, but i'm really narrowing down my choices.
1. Bard College; annandale on hudson, ny
2. Wesleyan University; middletown, ct
3. UChicago and/or UWashington.. i havent decided yet if i wanna apply
4. Cal State Long Beach!
5. VCU

bard is my drea/. i think i've said that alot already but i really mean it this time. green acres, new people, new place. 5 hours away from rochester lol, so i can still visit my girl kduong. im just really ready to go to new places, no matter where i go to school. college is what you make it, right? so im ready to make it cooltastic. its late, fuck off.

anyway, every year, friends seem to weed themselves in and out of my life. kinda sucks. but its ok. good to know my forever friends now instead of later. i guess you could say a lot of this is my fault.. and it is. i wont deny that. but how much time will i spend trying to make something work that won't? not that much time, i'll tell you that, if there's not much give. i'm psyched about senior year and the typical shit that goes with it. football games, prom. new friends, old friends. court yarddd and pranks (as if). oh and toga time. its gonna suck to say goodbye to everyone, and i mean everyone. even the people i didn't like all the much or talk to; they made my year what it is. its gonna suck to not be 5 minutes from everyone i love. we'll all be going our separate ways... some staying here in VA, i hope to go to NY, david going off to GA if all works out for him. i guess this is the time to live it all up.

looking back now, i can't really gauge if what i've done will yield the results i want, or if it was worth all the shit i put up with. maybe it was. i think i learned something? but what i do know right now is that i'm hungry as fuck and im craving qdoba nachos

don't read this shit

i'm riding my bike. it's an old bike, a bike i got one christmas and could not ride until april when the weather finally turned with the earth. i'm wending my way along the backwater hick road i live on. it's funny how if i just turned my head, i'd be facing the highway which leads to the rest of civilization. the highway which connects me to everyone and everything else in this stupid small 'census-designated place'. anyway, this bike i'm riding is a little fucked up. the gears shift loudly, as if all the rednecks living on the road should hear me biking past. at times, there is no resistance and i stop frequently to check if the chain is still there. i don't have a helmet on, so if something should go wrong, i lose my head. cars pass by me, slower than the 40 mph speed limit designated for this country lane. i feel a white car slow down behind me; i can see this without turning my head. i'm hoping to the great lord above that its not some creepy pervert, the registered sex offender living right next to the opening of my community, following me with a mind to stuff me in his trunk and cut me up. after a couple seconds, the white car makes a turn onto an even sketchier and lonelier backwater road, where the asphalt turns to gravel in 3 blinks of an eye. the bike ride feels like the ultimate american summer moment. tall grass that looks like wheat tickle my toes while i ride on the tiny shoulder of the road. i'm passing tall trees and old houses, and i can really smell the summer. it's warm and sunny, but with the kind of light that's fading fast as school approaches its beginning the way the sun approaches the horizon. i'm getting bored. i'm going nowhere. i only bike to a place where i know i'll still have the strength to turn around and go back home. i enter a newly finished but seemingly empty community, houses with 1-2 acre plots and extra big lawns. tall trees, uncharacteristic for a new neighborhood, dot the lawns. an old asian man works at trying to remove some sort of rock or gnarled tree root from the front of his lawn. he does not notice me, and i like this feeling. i know that the end of this street turns into yet another gravelly piece of shit so i turn around quick and go home.

your body- pretty ricky