This is my twenty first post. Now I know that to many it may not mean anything but to me it means my age distance from my mother. It means my favorite number, and it means a good blackjack game. Some say the number 21 is the luckiest number, comprised of three 7's. However this 21st post is not lucky in all ways. I want to post my blog about my summer. Partly because it changed my life and the other part because I don't want people to continue asking what did I do.
It was a normal day on twitterville when I began to check my myspace inbox for some friend requests. he added me. Apparently he had taken notice i had began following him on twitter. We began talking and soon enough we found a distinct connection, sending pictures and hearing music. I wanted to meet him and we decided to meet down at BLVD burgers, where I had an amazing time with the swim team. We began talking more and on July 10, 2009 he asked me to be his boyfriend. After losing a prized bracelet at South Gate park and seeing his effort in trying to find it, I said yes. He was and is my first boyfriend, I was his first Kiss, if felt new and fresh, I loved the idea of him. This summer I opened my soul to anything that was willing to enter it. Now I won't be badly reputed later but we had our ups and our downs, but now we get bye, my nene. He changed my life for the best. Yeah I told my parents and they don't talk to me, but believe me it was a small prize to pay. They'll come around eventually. I only have one month with him.
I begin to think that again my mind has dozed off and claimed forbidden territories. It makes me believe I have imperialist power and that I alone decide what goes on in my life. I am moving left and right, sexual urges being released without care because emotions are surpassing in intensity. I am safe and I feel well, I want it all and I can have it. I am greedy, I am able to manipulate the shit out of everyone. I don't cry. Then as if with a chill his tears woke me up from this dream. I was awoken, and I wasn't living by a Burger King motto. I had problems and bad. My flight was stunted by reality. However he is my lullaby and he makes me want to dream again. It's like magic. It's the ubiquitous identity that he provides. It's unique and beautiful. It's Art.
You don't know me that well so 7 things about me.
1. I have never done drugs.
2. I have whore feelings for everyone
3. I don't have enemies , they are just friends who didn't keep it real.
4. I am going away because I want to be alone.
5. I like the smell of wet pavement.
6. My studies are insufficient in the Real WORLD
7. I wish the best for everyone, regardless of how they are towards me, life is too short to hold grudges.
It was a normal day on twitterville when I began to check my myspace inbox for some friend requests. he added me. Apparently he had taken notice i had began following him on twitter. We began talking and soon enough we found a distinct connection, sending pictures and hearing music. I wanted to meet him and we decided to meet down at BLVD burgers, where I had an amazing time with the swim team. We began talking more and on July 10, 2009 he asked me to be his boyfriend. After losing a prized bracelet at South Gate park and seeing his effort in trying to find it, I said yes. He was and is my first boyfriend, I was his first Kiss, if felt new and fresh, I loved the idea of him. This summer I opened my soul to anything that was willing to enter it. Now I won't be badly reputed later but we had our ups and our downs, but now we get bye, my nene. He changed my life for the best. Yeah I told my parents and they don't talk to me, but believe me it was a small prize to pay. They'll come around eventually. I only have one month with him.
I begin to think that again my mind has dozed off and claimed forbidden territories. It makes me believe I have imperialist power and that I alone decide what goes on in my life. I am moving left and right, sexual urges being released without care because emotions are surpassing in intensity. I am safe and I feel well, I want it all and I can have it. I am greedy, I am able to manipulate the shit out of everyone. I don't cry. Then as if with a chill his tears woke me up from this dream. I was awoken, and I wasn't living by a Burger King motto. I had problems and bad. My flight was stunted by reality. However he is my lullaby and he makes me want to dream again. It's like magic. It's the ubiquitous identity that he provides. It's unique and beautiful. It's Art.
You don't know me that well so 7 things about me.
1. I have never done drugs.
2. I have whore feelings for everyone
3. I don't have enemies , they are just friends who didn't keep it real.
4. I am going away because I want to be alone.
5. I like the smell of wet pavement.
6. My studies are insufficient in the Real WORLD
7. I wish the best for everyone, regardless of how they are towards me, life is too short to hold grudges.
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