LOL shaddup Vinh, mr. too cool to say hi to kaitlyn (;
I DID SAY HI TO YOU! I’m that loud-ass asshole who walks around school yelling out “HI (insert two words description here) girl/boy” … “BYE (insert two words description here) girl/boy” “BITCH THEY DIDN’T SAY BYE OR HI! FUCKING ASSHOLE!”
Let people believe in what they wanna believe in. Stop making a big ass deal out of everything -_______-. If that person wants to wear purple for those gays who committed suicide, let them be. If you don’t wanna wear purple, you don’t have to. It’s not like anyone is making you. So stop putting people down.
All I’m trying to say is, stop clogging up my tumblr dashboard with all of these nonsense. I don’t wanna look at Microsoft Word, then look at my tumblr and see the number “34” in the red notification bubble. The people I follow posts up intriguing pictures (if you know what I mean) I wanna see those intriguing pictures, not an argument about a fucking color and someone’s sex life.
SHUT THE FUCK UP about a guy hurting you and doing you wrong. You fucking chose him, right? You wanted to be treated like shit. So you chose the inconsiderate bad-ass asshole. There are plenty of nice guys, who were willing to show you wha’sup. Show you that not all guys are the same. Show you that he can sleep with you without fucking you. Show you that he can give you his all. Show you that you deserve to be with him and not that asshole you are/were with. YOU CHOSE THAT ASSHOLE / DUMBFUCK / DOUCHEBAG. You could’ve had that nice guy, but you overlooked him and went for the guy who screwed you over. SO STOP YOUR BITCHASS WHINING AND COMPLAINING.NOT ALL GUYS ARE THE SAME.
Friday was a tad bit different. Went to school at 3:00am with @KidCao (Tony Cao) hyper as fuck. Did lipsync practice and shit. Went to my classes, super fucking tired. Assembly time. Had a blast. Lost my voice for a couple of periods. School was out. Walked to Hung’s like every Friday. Had a kickback with the homies and homegirls. Rodney and Victor dropped Tony and I off at Banh Mi Che Cali. Tony and I were going to go to Homecoming dance, but I was too crossfaded and I was broke, so I didn’t go. Tony went though. I couldn’t even walk home, but I made it home. That’s all that matters. Next day, Saturday, I slept all day. Fucking bomb ass sleep, Slept in all of my missed hours. Fucking Tony called me at 5:45pm, nigguh woke me up to go to a sober/story time party, but it was pretty fun. I thought I wouldn’t know anybody there, but some of the usual homies were there, so It was chill. Tom dropped Victor, Tony, and I off at Hung’s crib around 11ish? We stayed there waiting for all the homies to come and shit. They fucking lagged it. Everyone came around 2:30am. We drank up! I downed a bottle of UV. Drank like half of it? That’s like equivalent to 13-15 shots. Yeeeee, niggggguh! I used beer as chasers, so it boosted up the alcohol a little more. When I got to my 4th can of beer, I was fucking done. I was drunk as fuckkkkk. LOLOL I think, I’ma hang out with MyHa today.. Not exactly sure.. I’ll see wha’sup later. All in all, bomb ass fucking weekend :)
Okay, maybe you were one of those people who were “popular”, “well known”, “well liked” person in school. Finally, there is a rumor about you that is bouncing around school. Get the fuck over it. Rumors are only a big deal, if you make it a big deal. You’re fucking traumatized by a fucking rumor? Are you fucking serious? I know plenty of people who got rumors about them being spread around school that aren’t even true.. The girls I kick it with, for example, they’re not even ABGs, well okay, they kind of are, but they’re not stupid and what not like the typical stereotype. They hear the same fucking rumors everyday and they don’t let it phase them. So ONE rumor about you, shouldn’t traumatize you. GET THE FUCK OVER IT. Fucking trying to get people to teachers to clear your name? Really? Welcome to reality! Where there are always people trying to get you. Get over yourself -___-
“Can somebody tell me why the one you love the most, always be the one that go. I got my gun on my shoulders and my heart on my sleeves. Make every moment count, never know when your soul gotta leave. Just to escape from stress, I smoke some weed.”—Anti-Social, Jay Rock.
Friday was fucking bomb. Why…? I’m glad you ask. :D
It started out with me waking up late for zero and first period. I got to school and there was a cop standing in front of the gate on the 200 building side. He asked me why I was late and shit and he bought my excuse (I told him I drank nyquil.). Anyways, I was walking to my first period class, Marketing, everything was fine and Cornwell told me that the office was looking for me earlier… So, I got up and walked to the office and guess what? Fitzrandolph and Cumberlain were waiting to talk to me. They threatened to kick me out of zero period and that I’m not gonna graduate anymore and shit. Blah, blah, blah, IT’S FUCKING OFFICE TA ZERO PERIOD! THERE ARE NO CLASSES IN THE MORNING! COME ON! ITS LIKE MORNING DETENTION! Anyways, got back to class everything was normal again. Then, during sixth period, everything made a turn for the “hmm…” Park called me out of class to talk to me and she told me to go visit Mr. Tran (the counselor) in the 200 hundred lab because he needed to talk to me. Mrs. Lyon and Mrs. Park talked to Mr. Tran about me living on my own and shit and I guess they got him to help me out with college shit. I got a fee waiver for my SATs, apply to all the CalStates for free, and 4 UCs of my choice for free. Bomb ass hook up? Yes, yes it is. Afterwards I was pretty happy and excited. As Tony and I walked grace out, bodyguard style, Tiffany Hong called me. Hehe, her ringtone<3. Her surprise for me was a dank cheesecake. Omnomnomnomnom. Tony and I were satisfied. Fast Forwarding.. Rodney picked us up. Got to the party. Everything was fun and good. Met new people and partied with the homies. Didn’t get fucked up though… Sad face… There weren’t enough drinks or herbs for everyone. Someone caught my eye. Got scratched, trying to help a homegirl get in the car. & having a metal bar against my right butt cheek.. Fitting 7 heads into an Acura Integra.. Yup. All in all, it was a good night
I’m getting sick and tired of everyone telling me that I have fucking changed and shit. I haven’t changed for shit, alright? I’m still the same. Just because I took awhile to respond to your text or say no to something you planned, does not mean I’ve changed. I was always the one asking the group if they want to kick it or not and I don’t feel like doing that anymore. If YOU want to hang out, then YOU think of something to do and hit me up. People should also learn how to decipher when I’m being mean or when I’m messing around. It’s pretty easy to tell. I’m not mean 100% of the time. I’m really neutral about everything. Yeah, I’ll admit. It’s true when I say “I don’t like half of the people I go to school with.” Why? Because those assholes shouldn’t be putting me on blast, shit talking, and shunning me out for now reason. I never started shit, but I can damn well turn it and end it in my favor. -_____-
To my brothers. I’m not ignoring you guys. Everyone’s been busy doing their own thing. Only reason why I didn’t go to Universal Studios with you guys, was because it changed from a group thing to a quintuple date. I didn’t want to be the 11th wheel. Yeah, afterwards nobody really went, but still annoying as fuck. I don’t put the homies before you, but like if you guys really wanted to hangout, then you could’ve hit me up anytime. Only problem is, you guys don’t.
To my best friends. I’m sorry if I haven’t kept in touch with you girls. I’ve been busy with school and what not. Yeah, thats all I gotta say.
However, I’m only going to talk about one of them.
Nigguh, you got a big ass fucking mouth. What I do, has nothing to do with you. You shouldn’t even be giving a fuck about me. Fucking putting me on blast 24/7. You think you’re fucking cool when you say, “I smell cigs, ewwww, I smell cigs!” When I walk pass your posse or sit with you guys? You might have your dead abstinence club, but I’m not part of that future forty year old virgins club. So, I can do whatever the fuck I want, wherever the fuck I want, whenever the fuck I want, and however the fuck I want. What really pissed me off was today at the dance.. What you did was a fucking dick move. Honestly, I’d really love to hit you up and fucking beat the shit out of you, but you’re one lucky ass nigguh. This is my senior year. I can’t afford to fuck up and screw up the chances of me graduating. I think you’re pissed off at me. I think you’re mad at the fact that I’m getting rather close with the girl you’re trying to get at. Fool, I see you fucking dogging at me and shit when I sit next to her or walk around with her. What’s even funnier? What you tried in a month… I accomplished in a week without putting any effort into it. Pretty bad ass, right? Who got game now, motherfucker! However, I’m gonna be your ray of sunshine, on a cloudy day. I don’t see her anymore than a homegirl. SO! You might have a chance, but since I talk to her. I know wha’sup. Do you know wha’sup? … Nah! Fool, You don’t know wha’sup!