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PsychoAvenger
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Name:
Country: United States
State: New York
Metro: Westchester
Birthday: 3/13/1987
Gender: Male
Interests: Rockin' and a-rollin' til ya can't tell where ya goin'
Expertise: I specialize is being so fuckin' awesome. For example, whenever anyone asks "Baker, who, praytell, is greater than thou?" I first slap them for sounding stupid, then I reply, "Why, The Young Brothers, Brian Johnson, the late Bon Scott, Cliff Williams, and Phil Rudd, of course." But when they say, "Well, BESIDES AC/DC, who is greater than you?" That is when I am forced to, with a stern look, and a strong resolve, say quite simply: "No one."
Occupation: Student
Message: message meEmail: email me
Website: visit my website
AIM:  PsYcHoAvEnGeR
Member Since:
12/4/2004
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| Damn, I haven't blogged in a LONG fucking time, mostly because the myspace blogger sucks massive wang. Done with my first semester of college, I've changed into a slightly pudgier (nooo), more musically-driven person. Much of my personal life revolves around my exploration of music and the music I listen to.Probably because my life is absurdly boring. Anyways... I doubt I'll ever post again on this; so peace, nigs. | | |
| I'm leaving for college tomorrow. I feel empty. I have nothing to say. Everyone keeps asking "are you nervous? are you excited about taking the next step in life?" No, and fuck you for asking. I'm going to college simply because it's the next logical step, and it's a necessary step if I'm ever going to be a teacher, so I'm just going to do it. Leave me the hell alone and stop trying to force anxiety, nervousness, or excitedness out of me. I don't give a shit about college, and you know what? It shouldn't matter to you anyway. All I care about is that I'm going to be gone from the people that matter most, and the only way I'm going to survive is through the music I listen to. It keeps my head on straight. I love you girls, and I'm not gone forever. I'm coming back, so don't act like it's my funeral. To my friends around mount vernon, stay real. The life we live makes us better people, if we come out of it alive and uncorrupted. To everyone that made me who I am today: My family, who gave me the foundation of my character, to my friends from home, who taught me how to stick up for myself, and how to make up for things that we've done wrong, to my friends from school, who showed me that traveling the straight-and-narrow doesn't make you a pussy, to Jill, who taught me how to be a teacher, and influenced me to become one myself, and lastly to liz and alyssa, who make me a better person because i love them so damn much. I live my life to honor all the people I mentioned. And now I'm out. Peace, motherfuckers. | | |
| Wow. So much has happened this month that I can't even fit it all into one entry. Tomorrow is my Class's graduation ceremony/celebration. In my infinite bitchdom, I'm probably going to shed a tear. I went to X's party on the 18th and that was funny as hell. Barney got scarred for life by DiSalvo in the men's room of Gino's Cafe in the Bronx. The week before that was my college orientation. It started out kinda gay but got a lot better. I made a friend, Mia. She lives in Patchogue which is cool cause its actually not that far away and she seems like a really cool person, which is amazing cause most girls I know from long island suck ass. I'm going to own that school in ways no one can even possibly fathom.
On monday I leave for Georgia to spend most of July with my dad. Fuck. I'm going to be so sad real soon. Anyway, thats it for now. Peace. | | |
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