tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-40178272011-06-08T02:46:09.618-04:00Ninth NinjaLatnoreply@blogger.comBlogger371100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4017827.post-1068749896166056332003-11-13T13:58:00.000-05:002003-11-13T13:59:38.200-05:00All I ask from them is to play MY song, the song which mad them famous in the first place; but they do not. This has happened twice.
By the way, I couldn't keep this secret any longer. My friend Denis has a Degree in Electronic Engineering. IN YOUR FACE BIOTCHES! (Not you..not you either, but you (V.G.)!) Too bad the degree is holding up a wobbly table in his room.Latnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4017827.post-1067199639504210892003-10-26T15:20:00.000-05:002003-10-26T15:20:43.750-05:00Why do freestyle music have such long intro's? For instance, "Maria" goes on for like 3 minutes.Latnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4017827.post-1066517596513853162003-10-18T18:53:00.000-04:002003-10-24T01:18:13.480-04:00Holy crap! that was hard! I hate moving, so I would advise anyone who would like to move don't...Unless you have help. All my classes are going pretty well I have the weekend to do some Statistcs. I also have 2 weeks to prepare for my Net+ final. My teacher is pretty cool, he used to teach at DeVry (what irony).
I knew no one wanted to go with me to see Kill Bill so I went by myself. Man-oh-man Latnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4017827.post-1065797181751157802003-10-10T10:46:00.000-04:002003-10-10T20:21:36.286-04:00Today is my final morning in this house. I am excited and nervous. I haven't told my uncle yet but that task is coming up shortly (maybe in an hour when he wakes up). I am listening to Knives Out by Radiohead and I am looping the phrase, "He's not coming back" over and over.
My new place is going to be ...back to my original-original house: Winter Run. Moving back with my sister is going to be Latnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4017827.post-1065400304091504062003-10-05T20:31:00.000-04:002003-10-05T20:31:43.820-04:00I just watched this short film called Batman: Dead End, it was kind of kewl for a short film. I read somewhere that the person who plays the Joker in this short film use to play boner on the tv show Growing Pains. I think he did a really good job of being the Joker in this Batman. I reccommend you readers out there to find and watch Batman: Dead End. It's low budget but it's good. L8er.I.Denishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04833217024434171874noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4017827.post-1065218975670974902003-10-03T18:09:00.000-04:002003-10-03T19:14:44.613-04:00Hooray I am not dead.
Jacksonville was really cold and damp. I always had a feeling that it was going to rain but it never came. I guess it is always like that. I am glad to be back to Orlando.
I have some great news. The lady from SouthernTech called me and told me that I could take Network-plus certification class for free. So before I start classes for MCSE there I will be already Net+ Latnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4017827.post-1064862276711808632003-09-29T15:04:00.000-04:002003-09-29T15:04:36.786-04:00Yo what is up with leaving and not giving yo boy a call! Not even an email or an IM to let me know what is up with the trip. I've been trying to call you, but your phone seems to be having problems. I'm over here like what's the fuck up with Lat, and Lat ain't even around to tell me what's wrong. Yo just come back, I need a ride from school on Wednesday. That may seem like a joke but I'm I.Denishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04833217024434171874noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4017827.post-1064853271682521372003-09-29T12:34:00.000-04:002003-09-29T12:34:33.496-04:00I am off to Jacksonville. If I am not back in 3+ days, it means I am dead... Or it could mean I am staying for good, which is very unlikely. I've only paid attention to the electronic items and not clothes because I can't seem to find clean underwear, well who cares I am going home where washing machines are avaliable. Every e-portable item is charged and I am ready to go. I want to beat the Latnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4017827.post-1064715704810461492003-09-27T22:21:00.000-04:002003-09-29T00:55:28.730-04:00What the fuck, it's like this site aint been the same since "da Real nigga in charge" came through and knocked the buildings down. Why isn't anyone else posting? If someone is waiting for an apology you can do like Macy Gray and try and walk away but you'll stumble. And I'll be there laughing my ass off.
To whom it may concern: If and when you leave, You'd better come back dammit! I swearDannyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04368461090827767088noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4017827.post-1064615975218880222003-09-23T15:39:00.000-04:002003-10-03T18:13:18.580-04:00Well, well, well. I'm here to represent all you poor, ignant-ass, godment-check cashin, maynays and seerup samich eatin, if they wasnt no sports we'd be bitness profeshonals. My fellow niggaz, hear me now. Some one has a twig up his ass. yes a very gay twig up his ass. How dare he ask me "what the hell are you talking about", and answer me with "fuck you dawg" fuck me? no fuck you, Dannyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04368461090827767088noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4017827.post-1064272875073899522003-09-22T19:21:00.000-04:002003-09-22T19:21:14.960-04:00You know I should be writing this in the comment section, but I really don't feel like it. You know I think I now know what this chick Reyna that my friend Lat speaks of so highly looks like. I'm not saying that he has bad taste in women, but I really don't see what he sees in her. But if that's his type that's his type. I'm thinking that it might be the glasses thing, or maybe the innocent I.Denishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04833217024434171874noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4017827.post-1064262781785274432003-09-22T16:33:00.000-04:002003-09-22T17:14:24.510-04:00As I was walking pass the cafeteria, we made eye contact. She said, "Hi" to me and and I said, "Hi, Reyna."
She was talking to some guy (maybe her husband), so I continued walking.
Man, Ballad Of A Paralysed Citizen by The Faint is so sad.
Latnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4017827.post-1064088390336045972003-09-20T16:06:00.000-04:002003-09-20T16:11:37.430-04:00Yesterday was kind of a kewl day. Chilled with Danny and Lat. Lat gave up television again, and he's into watching the weirdest stuff now that he doesn't have access to it on the regular. You know he came over to my house grabbed the remote and put it on Oprah. I thought it was a joke and that after a couple of minutes he would changed the channel. Not that I was really paying any attention I.Denishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04833217024434171874noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4017827.post-1063939025166332412003-09-18T22:37:00.000-04:002003-09-21T13:34:48.193-04:00Today me, Denis, and Minh went to Target to buy some pizza, you know, for the usual Thursday stuff plus some studying. Oh damn, that reminds me, we left a huge chunk of Oreo pie at Minh's house. So that's why he told us to leave so quickly.
Later on we went to Mike's house for some reason (the actual reason is unknown to me). We watched the whole thing of Survivor. I think this season is going Latnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4017827.post-1063753556344491572003-09-16T19:05:00.000-04:002003-09-17T00:55:27.373-04:00Yo the site has been revamped. Looks kewl!! It's all bright and stuff. I like the Jubei addition, but that Danny pic on the side there I don't know. I think Lat should go with the pic of him lying across the bed with his hands under his chin and his legs crossed. Yeah that's the pic that should be on my site of Danny. But I think Lat probably deleted it. And if we make Danny take another I.Denishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04833217024434171874noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4017827.post-1063699337111799092003-09-16T04:02:00.000-04:002003-09-16T14:50:59.576-04:00This should be OK. I thought of the people with 800x600 and 56K. They are my peoples, you know. I know it looks like crap, but I am really tired. I still need to do some other things. Enjoy!Latnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4017827.post-1063290791803666062003-09-11T10:33:00.000-04:002003-09-11T10:33:11.790-04:00Well can't really make this long. Just a quick update, I really hate school. I don't know if I've said that before, but I'm saying it now. It's like the pressure is really on. So many things to do and get done so little time to do them and get them done. This last semester is killing me. I barely keeping an A in two classes, one class I don't even know what I have in it and the senior I.Denishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04833217024434171874noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4017827.post-1062978505103327292003-09-07T19:48:00.000-04:002003-09-07T19:48:24.963-04:00Well this like a blog/comment. Hold up, I want to restate the last statement. Well this is a blog slash comment. Yeah that's better. It's commenting on about a couple of days ago, Lat and I were watching this XS: Xtreme Skate on pay per view. He recommends that people don't watch it and I'm telling you that you should. It's like a really long episode of Real TV, but in this they actually I.Denishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04833217024434171874noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4017827.post-1062704034165830812003-09-04T15:33:00.000-04:002003-09-04T15:33:54.166-04:00Lat wants me to blog about the pics, but you know what I don't really want to. You all can just look at them and make your own stories up about what took place when they were taken. I want to blog about Lat's other blog site. It's so funny. I wish he would but some of that material on here. You know liven up the place a little. It could use a little livening up, I don't even think "I.Denishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04833217024434171874noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4017827.post-1062468250290261922003-09-01T22:04:00.000-04:002003-09-01T22:12:25.006-04:00Pictures from City Walk are up (Aug. 30th)! Denis tell'em about the pics. Don't forget to use some sort of pop-up stopper.
P.s. I touched the hand-print of a rapist. I am going to wash my hands now.Latnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4017827.post-1062193043497985532003-08-29T17:37:00.000-04:002003-08-29T17:37:23.403-04:00This school thing seems like it's been going on forever. I've been in college for so long. You would think I would be use to it by now, but I'm not. I am just so tired. It just seems like day in and day out, all there is, is school. How do road scholars, doctors, lawyer, or who ever stays in school for years do it so long. I don't really think the works gets any easier in any form or I.Denishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04833217024434171874noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4017827.post-1062006385001724962003-08-27T13:46:00.000-04:002003-08-27T13:46:24.876-04:00I'm thinking about cutting my hair, but I don't really want to. The dilemma I face is I like the long hair look, but it is so hard to manage at this state. I need to find someone to do my hair, and quick. Cause I'm really feeling tempted to cut it. My mom is starting to bitch about it a little more often. It's really starting to get on my nerves. If it's not one thing, it's another with herI.Denishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04833217024434171874noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4017827.post-1061939901163820292003-08-26T19:18:00.000-04:002003-08-26T19:18:21.166-04:00Hey look I'm blogging again. Well to tell you the truth I'm only doing this to document Lat not picking up his phone when I called him several times today. The first was when I came into the elab at 4 p.m. The time he's suppose to be in the elab for an actual lab class that he has. But to my surprise Lat was not in class. I spoke to his ex-lab partner Phon, and he told me that Lat was in theI.Denishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04833217024434171874noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4017827.post-1061854911723247532003-08-25T19:41:00.000-04:002003-08-25T19:41:51.630-04:00I haven't blog in a minute, and really not going to make this blog that long. Just a couple of things I want to get off my chest. One, this semester is so hard, I hope I can make it through. Two, I don't know who the fuck signs Anonymous but I would appreciate it if you let me know who the fuck you are. The comment option is but there to remark about the blog. So don't be a pussy and hide I.Denishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04833217024434171874noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4017827.post-1061525547239648202003-08-22T00:12:00.000-04:002003-08-22T00:12:27.266-04:00I sometimes feel the need to cater towards the 800x600 people. You could quote me on that!Latnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4017827.post-1060648893582050302003-08-11T20:41:00.000-04:002003-08-11T20:41:33.576-04:00Lat made me join this friendster thing. I really don't care for it that much. It's like high school all over again, but this time with no friends. You get judged by how many friends you have and if you don't have any it's such a lonely place. Sure Lat's my friend on there and he's making new friends, but for some reason I'm not. I send out tons of messages to potential friendsters, but I I.Denishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04833217024434171874noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4017827.post-1060304110272121072003-08-07T20:55:00.000-04:002003-08-07T20:55:10.120-04:00You know that my friend Lat created this site for me, but has now taken it over. He has like 20 other places to blog but he blogs here on the site he made for me to blog. I don't really mind really. Well I didn't mind until he started bragging about how many places he had to blog. So I'm like dang you really don't have that many places, cause you actually created this site for me. It's okay I.Denishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04833217024434171874noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4017827.post-1060209092444865432003-08-06T18:31:00.000-04:002003-08-06T18:33:32.993-04:00In just a few minutes of requesting to be friends, I have a new friend. Hopefully we can hold hands and skip across the street singing "Nothing's gonna stop us now" by Starship.
I finally have food! Yes no more sawdust for lunch and dirt for breakfest this time, buddy. It is chicken/beef/turkey pot pies this time. Throw in a side of oh-so-not-so-expired-ham and you got yourself a meal. Jeez my Latnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4017827.post-1059771472697679872003-08-01T16:57:00.000-04:002003-08-01T16:57:52.510-04:00Today sucked. Exactly cross that out. Today swallowed, but not in that oh so satisfying white girl way that Lat likes. But in that oh shit my dog swallowed my house keys type. Let me re-tell the tale that no one has told before. Well maybe some one has told it, but I don't think it went down quitethe same way. Okay I had this paper to write, and yeah it was given to me to write like a week I.Denishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04833217024434171874noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4017827.post-1059588946951417432003-07-30T14:15:00.000-04:002003-07-30T19:57:18.856-04:00Hey look, I'm blogging again! This should put a smile on Lat's face. I think he's the only one reading this anyway, maybe not. I just got off the phone with him just now. I was asking him when he got out of class today, cause I might just need a ride. Not really sure though. I don't know if I should go straight home after I get out of class or if I should sit my ass in a lab and study for aI.Denishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04833217024434171874noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4017827.post-1059539861984475612003-07-30T00:37:00.000-04:002003-09-17T01:38:24.716-04:00Hey, guess who's back? That's right it's me "The D." It's been a long time since I've blogged, so I might be a little rustic at this. Is "rustic" even a word! Anyway, why has it taken so long for me to blog? My answer to you, is that I really don't know. There's been times I've been close to blogging, but something happens and I don't get a chance to. You're next question might be, what I.Denishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04833217024434171874noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4017827.post-1059445311737307042003-07-28T22:21:00.000-04:002003-07-28T22:22:57.256-04:00Damn, I am really afraid of failing this semester. Because of the mishap with my keys I am falling behind. All my teachers (all of them have heavy accents that I can't understand) teach at a higher level and all my classmates were either students who failed the class or UCF transfer students.
Latnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4017827.post-1058984289534176822003-07-23T14:18:00.000-04:002003-07-23T21:48:01.020-04:00The rain has started tapping. On the window near my bed.
It did.Latnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4017827.post-1058908947077481072003-07-22T17:22:00.000-04:002003-07-22T17:22:27.013-04:00Here we go. I am taking charge.
Today seems the same. But it has a different feel. During my vacation I haven't felt this comfortable until now. It must be the cleaner room. I have a bag full of trash next to me that is filled with complete and utterless junk. I am stranded inside my own house because I was too idiotic to keep my keys with me. I may fall behind during class. Luckly, it is only Latnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4017827.post-860086882002-12-14T19:12:00.000-05:002002-12-14T19:14:20.000-05:00 I'm glad I don't buy into that Friday the 13th thing. Yeah, yesterday did start of kind of down but it didn't end that way. Well it kind of did, but I won't really get into all of that right now. Well, Danny and Lat came by and scooped me up yesterday. I haven't chilled with them in like a month or so. I thought it was because of something I did or said, but I wouldn't know. I didn't I.Denishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04833217024434171874noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4017827.post-859559242002-12-13T13:26:00.000-05:002002-12-13T13:28:51.000-05:00I don't really buy in to the bad luck that happens on Friday the 13th, but today sure isn't a day that goes against that silly superstition. First, I couldn't sleep. Which really isn't that big of a deal because I'm an insomniac anyway. But I really needed to get some sleep, because at 8 a.m. I had a physics test. Maybe if I had gotten enough sleep I would have be able to perform better on I.Denishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04833217024434171874noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4017827.post-859021162002-12-12T12:29:00.000-05:002003-02-24T23:06:34.000-05:00Call me Ishmel. My story begins in a little town in Florida. You may have heard of it, Orlando. It's home to a little place called "Disney World" and the greatest basketball team in the NBA, "The Orlando Magic!" You like that plug there don't you Lat. Sorry to all you new readers out there this blog is actually being brought to you courtesy of my childhood friend, Lat. If it wasn't for him I.Denishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04833217024434171874noreply@blogger.com