Dear

I don't really know how to tell you this, but our horoscope doesn't match I think I realized it when I tripped on sesame seeds in your apartment and I saw you ignore my Kid Rock-collection I'm sure you're scarred
enough to understand how awful I've felt I'm returning your memories from the military service to you, but I'll keep your suicide note as a memory. You should also know that I never will forget the incarnation as an eskimo


Go burn,
Maka

P.S. I tag

So get it [here]



PART TWO... Stuff. Spell Your name out!

A: Easy to Fall in Love With
B: You Like People
C: You Are Really Silly
D: One in a Million
E: Great in Bed
F: You Love To Drink
G: You Never Let People Tell You What to Do
H: You Are Quirky
I: You Are Popular with All Types of People
J: People Adore You
K: Your Wild and Crazy
L: Unbelievably Great in Bed
M: Best Kisser Ever
N: You Like to Drink
O: Crazy
P: Great in Bed
Q: You Are a Hypocrite
R: F*cking Crazy
S: You Are Dead Sexy
T: Your Loyal to Those You Love
U: You Really like to Chill
V: You are Not Judgmental
W: You are Very Broad Minded
X: You Never Let People Tell You What to Do
Y: best boy/girl anyone could ask for
Z: Always Ready


M: Best Kisser Ever
A: Easy to Fall in Love With
K: Your Wild and Crazy
A: Easy to Fall in Love With [2]

A: Easy to Fall in Love With [3]
L: Unbelievably Great in Bed
A: Easy to Fall in Love With [4]
I: You Are Popular with All Types of People
N: You Like to Drink [monster]
A: Easy to Fall in Love With [5]

D: One in a Million
O: Crazy
E: Great in Bed
R: F*cking Crazy
H: You Are Quirky
O: Crazy [2]
F: You Love To Drink [monster]
F: You Love To Drink [monster] [2]

As a freshmen in high school I was fifteen years old. With enjoying going out in the neighborhood and playing or hanging out with the other kids. With a quite and calm personality as a first impression, but as you got to know me they would soon get to see a bit of a out going type of person. Such as someone who would go dirt bike riding or skateboarding.

That day in the fall of 2004, during the early evening, about four of us in the neighborhood decided to get together and go down to the local park. To get there most of us rode our bikes, but for those who didn't have one would get with someone who did and ride on the back , by either standing on the back pegs or the back part of the bike frame. Inorder to get to the park we had to ride down the hill and around the corner. The few that lived at the top of the hill would start to ride down the hill to the next one's house. They would wait there until that person came out. We would continue this until we had everyone. Just like we did any other time we got together.

As we rode down the rest of the hill you could see the beautiful and bright fall colors on the leaves that were still on the tree and the ones that have fallen cover the ground. We could smell the scent of the season, such as the scent of leaves burning or the cold crisp air. But the smell was torn away by the wind as we started going faster down the hill and we came across some cans of red generic spray paint that had been just tossed to the side of the road. When we spotted the rusted spray paint cans, we thought that we be able to get some free paint so we stopped. We picked up the cans and shooked them. As the sound of the metal ball inside the cans slowly came about, we learned that they still had paint in them. We took them with us, because we knew that if we took them home our parents would ask us where they came from, and we figured that if we brought them to the park that we could use the paint there or find a secret place to stash them.

At the park, you could see what was suppose to be a tennis court. Tall fences on both of the far ends of a concrete court. In the middle where the net would normally be, stood two short metal poles. Even though that there was no way to connect a net to the poles if you wanted to put one up.

When we got to the tennis court, which inorder to get to we skidded down the wet grassy hill. We then got off our bikes and one person started to paint one of the poles in the middle with the red spray paint. As if there was an unseen force that pulled us into the feeling of rush and addiction, the rest of us soon followed. With the poles we also painted different parts of our bikes with the older kids would helping the younger kids. One boy who had a record of getting trouble with the law, painted the names of his older sister and her boyfriend on the concrete court, since he knew that she would get mad at him for doing so.

The following evening filled with anticipation we went back down to the park to see if what we painted was still there and to no suprise it was. By the end of the next week our art was gone. We figured that a person that lived across from the park probably saw it and call it in. Then a city official came out and cleaned it off.

That Christmas as the snow began to fall and as we did every year on the Sunday before, my family drove to Sedelia to celebrate at my grandparents with the rest of our family. The car drive there seemed to take foreber. Took keep my sanity, I would watch out the window and every time we would pass a train I would stare at the graffiti painted on the cars that made up that the extremely long trains. And as I would admire the paintings on the trains wishing I had a camera that was better than the one I had on my cell phone. Maybe I could attempt drawing something that amazing.

The end of Junior year of high school was spring and the sun was shining through the windows through the school. When you went outside you would smell the scent of the sweet spring flowers and the feeling of the dampness from the spring showers. The year was 2007, our high school had a new school president. Who before coming to our school had reopened a school in Memphis, TN. My drawing skillls were develping. Earlier that year, I became one of the two artist for the school newspaper. I also joined a few other clubs and actually got involved. At home the neighborhood started to die down. Families had moved out and new ones had moved in. The cole county sheriff that had lived in our neighborhood had passed away.

I soon started to learn about the different styles that the writers or graffiti artist used and that there was more to the paintings on the trains. I began trying out different styles in looking for my own. Back at school, I realized that my art teacher actually liked the art of graffiti. The president who was incharge of the school newspaper, supported graffiti walls or permission walls, which are walls the artist could paint on legally.

The next year, Senior year, by this time I found my own tag which is something that every graffiti artist has, it's the word that they write. I still haven't found my own style. The president was no longer incharge of the school newspaper, the new freshmen english teacher was. The members of the Journalism club voted on the chief artist for the school newspaper, I had lost to a freshmen by one vote. Being a senior, that did upset me a little. After working with them I soon became really good friends with the freshmen.

First semester in my Statistics class, we were to do a survey. The survey that my partner and I ended up doing was "How many people knew that not all graffiti is illegal?". Most of the people that we asked didn't know that not all graffiti is illegal. One few people that did was the president. After I had asked him, he ended up talking to me about how at the school in Memphis, they thought about having a wall that the kids could paint on.

That year, I still haven't find my style, I began drawing spray paint cans. As I improved at drawing them, I gave them each a personality, by drawing eyes on the nozzle and arms that were the same length of the can itself. My art teacher, which happened to be the same as the year before, became interested in the spray paint cans that I've been drawing. He even wanted me to paint one on a wall in the art room. I ended up drawing a new one just for that purpose.

I may of not of finished the painting before graduation, but I did at least get it drawn on the wall. During the summer I did set up a time to come back and finish it. After eleven hours over a period of three days, I did finally get it finished. It turned out to be four feet tall and three feet wide. When painting it I didn't used spray paint. Mainly, because there weren't any windows in the art room. So, the paint fumes would've quickly filled the art room if I did. Instead, I just stuck with acrylic paint.

Before I started going to college at Lincoln I figured that I would get pressured into going out and painting on the trains, what I didn't figure, is who I would get pressured by. After going to Lincoln for almost a month now, about a handful of people from my drawing class know that I do graffiti. Along with almost everyone that I still talk to from high school. My mom even picked up on my graffiti addiction. To my surprise, instead of being against it, she supports it. She and a friend of her's has even told me that if I ever wanted to go paint a train car and got caught, that they would come and bail me out. I was even told that someone from my high school would probably do the same. Two very good friends of mine have said that they would help me whenever I wanted to go paint.

Besides the fact, that the fine of being caught is around eleven hundred dollars, I really don't have the guts to go paint a train car. Just the thought standing next to something where the bottom of it comes up to a little above your waist. Looking up you see that it's over nine feet tall. Then when looking from side to side you see that it's over twenty feet long can be pretty intemedating.

The more I get into graffiti, the more people seem to not understand that not all graffiti artist paint on walls and trains. There are canvas graffiti artist, which is exactly what i am. It may not be illegal or have the rush of getting it finished before you get caught, but it does have the rush of getting it finished before the paint drys, otherwise the paint won't blend as well. The breathing of the paint fumes really isn't all that good. So, the less time I'm outside painting the better.

Now that I know what it takes to do one of those paintings on the trains or the walls in the big citys that I've always admired, I respect the artists a whole lot more. Especially the graffiti legends, who are now in their thirty's or fourty's and own their own art shop. Instead of buying the paint themselves the spraypaint companies sponsor them. So, if they're out of a certain color blue, they can just call up the company and the company will send them that color blue. As one legend known as 'Seen' said, "Graffiti is truely an art in itself".

1. I've attempted vegetarianism and failed.

2. I hate wearing long sleeves. They seem to want to mess with the wristbands I wear. (one on each arm) When I do wear long sleeves I normally end up pushing them up above my elbows or just cuffing them so they're not over the wristbands.

3. I only wear necklaces that I can wrap around my neck like a cat collar.

4. I think snakes are cute and would one day like to have one as a pet.

5. I've always wanted a remote control car and still do.

6. I enjoy getting tagged to do these journal things.

7. With drawing, Mr. Friggle taught me the basics of drawing along with how to shade and build form. Mr. Aur encouraged me to draw stuff that came from my mind. And here I am today.

8. My favorite color is black. Then there's my favorite colors with black: red & black, olive green & black and silver & black.

I tag anyone who has not yet done this.

This should be interesting..

X the one's that apply~
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[x] Gum has fallen out of your mouth when you were talking.

[x] Gum has fallen out of your mouth when you were NOT talking.

[x] You have ran into a glass/screen door.

[x] You have jumped out/off of a moving vehicle.

[x] You have thought of something funny and laughed out loud, then people gave you weird looks.

[x] You have ran into a tree.

[ ] It is possible to lick your elbow

[x] You just tried to lick your elbow.

[x] You never knew that the Alphabet and Twinkle Twinkle Little Star have the same tune.

[ ] You just tried to sing them.

[x] You have tripped on your shoelace and fallen.

[x] You have choked on your own spit.

[ ] You have seen the the Matrix and still don't get it.

[x] You didn't notice that in the last question "the" was spelled twice

[x] You just looked at it

[x] Your hair is blonde/dirty blonde.

[x] People have called you slow.

[x] You have accidentally caught something on fire.

[ ] You tried to drink out of a straw, but it went into your nose/eyes.

[x] You have caught yourself drooling.

[x] You've fallen asleep in class.

[ ] If someone says "fart" you laugh.

[x] Sometimes you just stop thinking.

[x] You are telling a story and forget what you were talking about.

[x] People shake their heads and walk away from you. (only one person does that)

[ ] You are often told to use your "inside voice"

[x] You use your fingers to do simple math. 6__6

[ ] You have eaten a bug. (sorry, but I'm a vegetarian)

[x] You are taking this test when you should be doing something important.

[x] You have put your clothes on backwards or inside out, and didn't realize it.

[x] You've looked all over for something and realized it was in your hand, hair or pocket.

[ ] You sometimes post bulletins because you are scared that what they say will happen to you if you don't even when you know it won't happen to you.

[ ] You break a lot of things.

[x] Your friends know not to use big words around you.

[x] You sometimes tilt your head when you're confused.

[x] You have fallen out of your chair before.

[x] When you're laying in bed, you try to find pictures in the texture of the ceiling.

[x] The word "umm" is used many times a day.
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Total: 29/38 (lol)

I is taggin' WasabiDesu & Gelmisar.

Nothing to say.