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I'm starting a Top 3 list. I'll update when I feel it needs to be. Top 3 for what, you may ask? Top 3 people that need to be kicked in the fucking neck. These individuals need to castrate theirselves with a butterknife, lick the blood off, and stab theirself in the eye...twice. If I EVER see any one of these individuals on the street, a rock will hit their head.

*ahem* With that being said, here's my list.

#3 - DJ Khaled

Aka "We The Best." I swear if I see this motherfucker on a nother 50-rapper collaboration, I'm going to personally tattoo "Devan's The Best, Bitch" on his fucking forehead. I'm tired of hearing that nasally, dumb fucking voice on my TV and seeing his chubby, "I Need To Die," face expressions when he's hyping up the song. I remember watching one of his 'performances' (if you want to call it that) on MTV with some other rappers. He was fucking hype-synching, and it was so obvious. I just shook my head and cursed to myself.

What I Would Do If I Saw Him On The Street*:
Fuck the bullshit. I'd just go straight to the point and rid the world of this fucker. His ass would drop to the concrete faster than Britney got married, had kids and got divorced...then had another kid.

#2 - Soulja Boy

Now, I know you're surprised, and so am I. "WHY ISN'T HE NUMBER 1?!" Well i'll answer that in Number 1's paragraph. I don't even think I need to explain why I hate him because, chances are, you hate him too. We all do. And i'm not hatin', i'm just saying he doesn't deserve all the money he's been given for making Shit-Hop. It's ridiculous. And I've just recently watched the diss videos between Ice-T, Snoop and him and it's a fucking disgrace. First of all, Ice-T and Snoop was in the right for putting it out there that he (and others with music like his) destroyed Hip-Hop. They did it a little harsh, but what is rapper beef without a little marinade?

What I Would Do If I Saw Him On The Street*:
Oh my. Soulja Boy? I don't even know where to start. I'd have to first start with his throat, so he can't attempt to rap anymore. I think after that, I'd carve "Soulja" on one of his eyes and "Dick" on the other with a pocket knife. Then, i'd wrap his XXXXL t-shirt around his throat and let him hang from the Empire State Building and let my fellow New Yorkers have at 'em.


#1 - Lil Mama

Just look at her. What the fuck? "Voice of the Young People?" Are you fucking serious? No one wants to hear about your fucking Lip Gloss. Bitch, i'm what's poppin'. I feel ashamed she's from New York. Who the hell let this bitch loose and start recording? Because that happened, she's one of the judges on my favorite show, America's Best Dance Crew. And might I add, it's a poor choice of judges. She ranks the worst. Why do I hate her? Because she doesn't know SHIT about dancing. She can't do half of the shit the crews do on the show and she talks like she's been dancing for years. And how dare you fucking disrespect one of the crews during the show, when obviously America liked them better than the other crews. You should praise them, not negate the fact that they're one of the best crews (and by 'they,' I mean the Boogie Bots =P). Maybe i'm biased. Whatever. All I know is, she's #1.


What I Would Do If I Saw Her On The Street*:
*sigh* See that picture up there? That pacifier would be lodged in her throat, and i'd just watch her struggle to get it out. After that, I'd get her CD, break it in half, and slit her throat with both pieces, while her 'voice' drips out in front of the 'young people.' I don't know much else about her to wittily murder her, but she'd be dead. Not scary movie dead, where they always dissapear. No. She'd be dead. I'd make sure of that.


*All threats against the aforementioned subjects are not intended threats. They are not meant to be taken literally.

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Lol ^. I swear I have the opposite of what we call insomnia....probably outsomnia. Shit. It really sucks, considering all of my friends are nocturnal freakin' bats. I'm always tired around 12-1. Everybody always says it's because I work, but so do they...and I don't work late. I hope now that school's out, I'll be able to re-gain the teenage nocturnalness I had 2 summers ago, where I could easily stay awake until 12 in the afternoon with Tricia. Speaking of Tricia, I kind of tried to change her sleeping habits, but that didn't really work out. It's impossible. Her middle name is "insomnia." Lol. It's alright. I'll be back. I swear.

Anyways, my Uncle's wedding is today. I'm one of the groomsmen (taking place of my Dad, since he's in Qatar) and I don't really have to do much but stand in the heat for (hopefully) about an hour. I'll be posting pictures later. :P

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I absoulutely adore thunderstorms. While everyone else is rushing to the house to avoid the heavy rain, loud thunder and blinding lightning, I'll be right inside my doorway with the door open, admiring the wonderful catastrophe of Mother Nature.

It's just the rush of it all. The effects of a thunderstorm are so vivid and mesmorizing, how could you not sit and stare for a moment. Even as 3 beeps emit from the speakers of my TV and a bright red warning flashes across the screen warning everyone of a tornado, I'll still be in my doorway. I love seeing the lightning flash, then anticipating the loud "BOOM!" of the thunder, signaling it's distance from me. I love watching the patterns of the raindrops, pit-patting on every solid surface visible to my eyes. And best of all, I love feeling the rain hit every inch of my body, dripping down to the ground, soaking into my clothes. It's the beauty of a thunderstorm. I doubt you've never thought of it like that, huh?

I know I might be crazy and this entry might sound a little...weird, but you got to respect it. Next time a thunderstorm drifts your way, look deeper into it. Look past the clouds. Anticipate the next flash, the next boom...

Okay, I'm done having my orgasmic rant. Here's a picture I took not too long ago. I've always wanted to catch lightning, and I finally did.

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...not really.



So I recently discovered something amazing: BillMeLater. It's basically like having a credit card...without a credit card. You pay for whatever you bought every month until you pay it off. I found this because I was searching for a ticket to go to Georgia this month, but I was a little short on money. Hotwire had an option for BillMeLater and I set up an account.

I bought the ticket, and didn't have to pay a dime....yet. I plan to pay it off by next month, or at least by August. It's a really great option if you're trying to learn about credit and the advantages and disadvantages to having a credit card. There's so many things you have to worry about: interest rates, APR's, rewards, monthly payments, annual payments, etc. Ugh. It's really stressful, but it can come in handy at times.

Anyways, BillMeLater (so far) is a pretty handy tool when buying online. They offer such specials as "No Payments for 6 Months" or free shipping. If they don't rip me off before I pay this ticket off, I'll probably end up buying a new computer for myself or a camera.

Let's get some money first, yeah? -_-

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Hates the world around her, hates the way life treats her/
So vulnerable at times, seems anything could defeat her/
The love she passes up, the care she ignores/
Could all be the reason why she ends up so sore/
She has me in her life, she has for to the ever/
She forgets the way we fell in love is the reason we're together/
Why is she so blind to see her mistakes help her grow/
Self-esteem is at the bottom, as she looks in the mirror once more/
Arguments full with tension, not easy to ignore/
The concept ridden with stupidity, it's just another war/
But I love her, yep, and I hate to leave her lonely/
The reason i'm in this, because in the end she'll console me/
Thank me for the effort, the constant lovability/
All the while we waited, we finally receive tranquility/
It's all about ability, the strive towards victory/
I'm the potion in the bottle, she can always take a sip of me/

This is for you, babe. I'm always here for you: sad, angry, happy, mad. Doesn't matter. In the end, I still love you.

I wrote this to the instrumental of "Paris, Tokyo" if anyone tries to figure out how to rap this, lol.

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Craigslist is a fucking godsend. I was browsing the site and stumbled across an ad for a miniature refrigerator. I've always wanted one, and now was my chance to actually get one. I emailed every ad I found, some for $40, some for $50. After a few hours, I got an e-mail from an Eastern European named Mario (kinda cool, huh? xD). We arranged the time, place and price and negotiated a little. It was originally $60, but I bumped him down to $50. We were to meet at the King St. Metro Station in Alexandria, VA at 2PM.

So morning came. I accidentally stayed up until 5AM, so I was a little tired. -_- I took Darryl to work and took $50 out of my checking account. I left my house around 12:50 and got there at 1:25 (I think it's because I was going 70mph most of the way there -_-). He called me and I told him I was a little early, so I just waited for him in the parking lot. Him and his wife came about 15 minutes later and we made a quick, smooth transition with a little side conversation about gas before we took off. I was pretty happy with myself. =P

My mom called and I told her I would pick her up at the Naylor Rd. Metro Station, but that wasn't going to be for another 2 hours, so I just went on base and shot my basketball around for a little. She called me again and said she would be at the Metro in "25....30 minutes," so I left. I ended up waiting for an hour or so, watching 3 trains pass in intervals of 20 minutes. -_-

Bleh. Long day. I'm exhausted, but not that tired. Anyways, here's the fridge I got. ^_^

I don't drink soda much. I just put those in cuz I can. xD

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I really like this song. It has a nice beat, vocals and concept. It's basically about the girl switching places with a guy in a relationship and seeing how it feels to be treated so nicely and treat their special companion like complete shit. It made me really think, what if Tricia & I switched places? We would both understand each other's ways and how we think.

It's all confusing, if you ask me. Just give the song a listen. Matter fact, give his whole album a listen.

Work tomorrow. House to myself, but chill mode when I get home tomorrow around 5.

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Oh, the agony of being a typical teenager. As much as I hate it, the urges to party, smoke, and drink are endless!


...not really. I haven't sipped any type of alcohol in a long ass time and I haven't smoked....at all. Partying sounds kind of fun, but with what time do I have to party? -_-


That leaves about one thing: getting a tattoo. It's been on my mind for a while, but I think i'm actually convincing my mom to let me get one. She has "to talk to papa first," lol. As for getting the tattoo, i'm definitely NOT going to pick one of the designs out of the artists book, because I want it to be unique. I'm going to try to draw mine. I'm set on getting a tribal band around my upper left arm, so it's easy to cover up, Winter or Summer. I feel like if I draw my own, then it's easier to explain and it's cooler than just picking one out. :P

Examples/Inspirations:

I really like the top one.

This design is sweet. I like the colors.

I like his tattoo, but I want it smaller and a little more towards my shoulder.

I think that's enough for the examples. :P It's possible I could have one by next month. We'll have to wait and see though..-.-

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Alright, so "tonight" (mentioned in the previous blog) actually turned into a few days later. -_-


So I took my 3rd plane trip to Georgia in the past 2 1/2 months this past weekend, and it was great. What made this trip even better than the previous two was Tricia's graduation. I looked forward to seeing her walk across that stage, smile on her face and head in the air as she leaves the High School Life behind. I took millions of pictures, but I'm only going to upload the ones I deemed important. =P

My little graduate. xD

There's always a million kissy pictures. xD

Tricia and her g-ma, lol.

Tricia and her other g-ma. xD

Tricia and my mother-in-law. =)

Me waiting for the ceremony to begin. -_-

Tricia throwing up gang signs. LOL.

"No mores." =P

We're such cuties. x]

Tricia driving to AIA. =D

That's it for her graduation and random pics of her driving. xD We did visit AIA though and, needless to say, it's the school of my dreams. I loved it. The plan is to take courses at CSM for a year and try to transfer to AIA maybe for the Fall of '09. My parents said, in response to asking if they would support it, "As long as you're going to college, I don't care where you go." Sweet.

Graduations are really exiciting...for those who are actually graduating. I've attended one, and I have two more to go to. Woo. -_- Kidding. I'm looking forward to see all my friends graduate. Next up is Oxon Hill's at the Comcast Center in College Park on May 29th. Last one i'm attending is Westlake's at the Showplace Arena on June 3rd.

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I'm at Tricia's house now. Today is actually our 23-month anniversary and her graduation today. Pretty sweet, huh? =D

I'll take a lot of pictures today and upload them tonight.

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So this is what happened: I was sitting here, typing up the previous blog with my window open, right? It's a nice ass day, so I was like, "Hell, why not?" When I hear a buzzing noise. I look out my window and see a silhouette of an insect....specifically, a bee (Or a hornet. Or fucking death. I'll go with death.) I jumped out of my fucking seat like someone was shooting at me from outside and grabbed my mom's slipper on the floor, keeping both eyes are the damned thing the whole time. I waited patiently, shaking by now as the thing flies around my room frantically.

...it takes post against my window, searching for God knows what. I move in closer...closer...closer.

BAM!

I nearly missed as the thing goes crazy, hesitatin and flying around on my window, behind the curtain.

BAM!

I hit it again. It's paralyzed by now. I set a base with my curtain and it falls onto it. I could see the stinger going in and out like it was trying to have sex with my finger. Grabbing it by the wing, I put it on a piece of paper and bring it downstairs to show Darryl.

Him: *backing up* "AW! WTF IS THAT?!"

Me: "I don't know! A fucking bee or something."

Him: "AW! IT'S STILL MOVING!!!!"

Me: "AW!....let's torture it."

We proceeded with the torturing by pouring everything from toothpaste to Nivea's Lotion for Men onto the body, covering it completely with a blue mix of goo. You could see the legs of Fighter trying to kick out of it. As we helped him out, he tried crawling away, but was unsuccessful. He eventually died and we made a "pool" for him out of the sink. He floated for a bit, then stopped moving. So after several attempts to drown his already-dead soul, I gave him a good CRUNCHHH! with a Tinactid can. Ewwww. These are the results:

"Helppp meeee"

INTESTINES! Sweeeettt.

So yeah. That's it. Ended his life with one good flush of the toilet.



Should I be expecting a call from PETA soon?

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I need a new car. I'm tired of my '95 4Runner. Piece o' shit. -_-

I'm already sick of it, and I've only been driving for about a year. Ahhh, it's killing me seeing everybody with these fast little cars that they don't even know how to handle! Well...besides an exceptional few. I deserve something like a:

*shivers* '08 Nissan Altima Coupe

'98 Honda Prelude

Mitsubishi Lancer Evo X (thanks Ryan -_-)

Obviously, I ("I" as in my parents) can only afford 1 out of the 3, but there's not fault to dreaming, right? If I could choose, I would definitely pick the Altima coupe. It's beautiful. *_* I saw one on the road and I near rear-ended a 350Z! Woe is me life.


Sooo...buy me one and i'll love you forever. =)

I hope, that one day, buying cars will be like buying a Matchbox car set, quick, easy..


...and cheap. -_-

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2 more days, yo!

Senioritis. Not feelin' it, yet. But it's bound to come, right? Right now, i'm experiencing what I call Junioritis. The feeling only few get, and guess what? I'm one of the lucky few. -_- It's when you're a Junior and everybody around you (girlfriend, best friend, acquatintances) is graduating. The thought: "Fuck, another year." replays in your head like a fucking Soulja Boy song. It sucks being a year younger than most of your friends, because you get the worst of it when you're surrounded by them, especially this close to graduation. Needless to say, i'm depressed, but it's a mild depression. I'll survive. Only 365+ more days to go, right? Woo! -_-

Enough of the ranting...more excitement. Tricia is graduating in 3 days. From previous talks, I think i'm more excited than her! xD But I understand her feelings though. She's scared, as most soon-to-be graduates are. I guess i'm a little more confident than others about graduating, and I can't wait. But i'm not going to focus on that just yet. Right now, i'm going to try to be as helpful as i'm capable of. Make everyone graduating feel a little better by helping them choose colleges, filling out applications, etc. Good luck to all of those graduating. =)

As for me, CSM is straight ahead. All there's left to do now is registration. I made the appointment for June 10th in the morning. And the best part about it? I'm only taking 2 classes at Westlake next year, meaning i'll be out of that goddamned building by 9:30. Next year should honestly be a breeze.

Let's get this year over with already, please. Off to do my Photo I final exam. -_-

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So I completed this essay in less than 45 minutes, so if it seems rushed and incomplete, it is. -_-

Reflective Essay

What a wild year it has been for me. From getting my first job, to spending an arm and a leg on gas, this year has been the most fulfilling and active of all 17 I’ve experienced. When I talk say “fulfilling” and “active” I mean in all ways possible; mentally, emotionally and socially. The maturity level I have earned is one that people can finally respect. I’ve met many new people and am still connected with old ones that have changed my life forever. And lastly, the emotional level I’ve experienced is both stressful and appeasing. My life, as I will come to know it, has just begun..

“Mentally” is a word we all use carefully. When you ask me how I’ve changed “mentally,” I’ll sit there and think of past occurrences and, usually, think off-topic. But when I have time to myself, I notice how much I have changed, for better or for worse. I guess it depends on who you are. I have multiple personalities for different types of people, yet all these personalities are similar in ways. One thing I know for sure is that I’m never the same person. I have a mild case (not diagnosed) of “bi-polar disorder,” meaning I’ll be really happy at one point, and then I’ll see, think or day-dream of something and my mood will change completely. I don’t know how it happens, but it does and I’m pretty much used to it by now. Sometimes I think it’s a big problem, but most of the time it helps me out. It helps me get through stressful times, like arguing with my girlfriend or going to work in a few minutes. Point being, I wasn’t always this way. At the beginning of the year, I was dependent on other people. But since I’ve been working and I’ve done more thinking to myself, I think it’s safe to say that I’m almost completely independent. The only thing holding back now is my parents. When high school is done, I think I will face the biggest transition of my life: going to college.

One person I can thank for my higher maturity level is my girlfriend, Tricia. She’s helped me in so many ways possible, it’s impossible to write them in this essay. We’ve been together for 2 years, and mind you, we’re in a long-distance relationship. We’ve seen each other so little, that I can count and remember how many days we’ve actually spent together: roughly 58 days and counting. I’ve been given a lot of praise and also a lot of criticism for the accomplishment of staying with someone who is 4 states away and can still remain happy. I think my motivation is the happiness I will receive when this is all over with and Tricia & I will make our love official by getting married and having kids. There’s no one in the world I would rather spend my life with. “How are you so sure?” That’s a question I’ve heard so many times in so many variations. If you really want to know, I can’t explain it. It’s something you feel, something so strong, yet unexplainable to the human ears. I could sit here and rant for hours how it feels and you still wouldn’t understand. You have to experience the love, the happiness, the tears, the joy, the pain, the awakening of having someone to share your life with. To talk to, laugh with, cry with day after day and still come out happy in the end. Now, I know that no one is perfect but it’s highly possible that two people could be a perfect match; there’s no one else that they could ever be with, because they’re that perfect. This is something rare in today’s world, and Tricia & I are two of the lucky few who have experienced this feeling.

One changing point in my life this past year is my employment at Boston’s The Gourmet Pizza. It was something I have wanted to do (getting a job) and I got what I asked for. I started out working as a Host there, seating people, greeting them and dealing with the drama that comes with working in a restaurant. I met many new people, great people, who are highly entertaining and keep me from committing suicide (hypothetically) at the host stand. My point is that, with this job, I have gained new responsibilities and grown as a person there. I have attained a new level of speech, meaning that my conversationalist skills have greatly improved. I’m good at making eye-contact while talking and containing a calm mood in nervous situations. Since October of 2007, when I was hired there, I have been given a raise from $6.15/hr to $8.00/hr working as a Host and $9.00 working as To-Go/Take-out. This is a big accomplishment and I, along with my ‘brother,’ Darryl (who was hired on the same day with me and actually lives with me currently), are considered some of the best Hosts they have. I’m really appreciative to have been given this job and will continue to work there until I start college this fall.

(This paragraph will serve as both my concluding paragraph and my goals for the next year.) In conclusion, my evolution from immature little boy, to mature, responsible, young man is near completion. I will be starting college this fall while still enrolling in 2 courses at Westlake High School for my senior year. This will be a tough task for me and I will have to buckle down on my study habits. Now that I think about it, I will be taking high school classes and college classes while still working. Wow. That’s more motivation to succeed, which I will do. I have no doubt in my mind. I can only grow stronger, and I will not allow myself to weaken these next few years. So, here’s a toast to me, for my accomplishments over the past year and the goals I will meet in the next year. Cheers.

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Dear Tricia,

I know i'm not the perfect man...or the perfect boyfriend, at that. I know I can't always be there for you, and I know sometimes I can infuriate you to the point where you just say, "Fuck it." I know I say stupid things at the wrong times, and I know i'm not the fittest or the best looking guy in school. I know I may not be the funniest person you know or the one with the best personality. I know i'm not the stylish or the popularist (word? lol). I know I can be a jerk, and I know how I can be unappreciative sometimes. I know you hate it when i'm a buttface and I know you may not want to talk to me at times. I know you hate it when I say "I'm Sorry" a million times when I have no reason to and I know you hate it when we argue. But there's something else I know; I know that you love it when we cuddle. I know you love it when you see me at the airport, after I tell you i'm hiding behind you. I know you love it when you sit in front of me and I give you a massage that leads to other things. I know you love it when I get sexual at the mose inconvenient of times. I know you love it when I beat you at every video game ever invented. I know you love it when we can talk endlessly on the phone or on Yahoo! I know you love it when we have our intellectual but still sort of humorous conversations. I know you love it when spend every minute of the day together. I know you love it when we sleep together. I know you love it when I roll over on top of you whilst we sleep. I know you love it when we eat Buffalo Chicken Pizza and spread Ranch all over the surface. I know you love making Ramen for us and sharing it with me with our "Asian spoons." I know you love it when I spank you in public, even though people think we're sex freaks. I know you love it when you notice that we sex freaks. I know you love it when we watch porn together and get turned on by it. I know you love it when we watch "Jon and Kate plus 8" and I laugh at your sensitivity to the cuteness of the little kids. I know you love it when I hold you, even if i've been doing so for hours. I know you love it when I kiss your forehead, then kiss your lips, telling you how much I love you. I know you love it when we go see a kids' movie in the theater and we make out half the time. I know you love it when I stare at you and smile and you laugh so cutably (lol). I know you love it when I make you smile. But I know something that you love more than anything...when I love you. I will continue to do so until the day that cheese flies. And even when that happens, which will probably occur in a dream I have, i'll still love you. I have no doubt in my mind. I can't wait to spend the rest of my life with you and our 2 little offspring, Laffy & Taffy.

Here's to a lifetime of happiness,

-Devan

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So it's time to pop it off again. Chances are, due to my professional procrastination skills and laziness, this blog will be forgotten about and lost in the Internet before Summer starts. But, there is a slight chance I will continue with this well beyond Summer. Just need the motivation. =P


I've been wondering lately..am I bi-polar? I mean, not the severe "Hey! How are you? I wanna bash your head in" types, but the type who can be happy one second, but visualizes something and can immediately be depressed. For example, i'll be talking with my friends in the mall, laughing and such and then i'll see a couple and ignore everyone and everything but my thoughts. My thoughts of being with Tricia again cloud my mind and all I can think about is her. People ask me left and right, "What's wrong?" and "Why the hell do you look so sad?" and I just shake my head, replying a simple: "Nothing." It's no ones fault, i've grown to learn that, so I don't put the blame on anybody, but it's just the goddamn desire of being with her that gets me in that mood. At times, i'll just brush it off and cheer myself up by occupying myself with something like the internet, a video game, work or (most of the time) talking to Tricia. Either way, there's always something that brings me back to Earth.


On a more positive note, i'm seeing Tricia next Thursday. She's graduating, so this time my visit will be really exciting. =) My next blog will probably be about that, so keep on the look-out. =P