Today was pretty good. After I dropped off a few thing, I spent the day with Michelle. And as I knew it from the week and how she's been kinda PMSing, I knew her period was about to start. WHY THE HELL AM I RIGHT ABOUT EVERYTHING?!?!?! Sometimes I don't want to be right. I want to be WRONG.... DEAD WRONG. Arg. Hahaha. I'm just playin' wit cha. WEll, we went to Burbank mall with her family (damn, it still fuckin' feels wierd sittin' in the back of they mini-van). We first thing was I got some coffie to wake my sleepy ass up, then got some grub from sbrarro (did I spell that right? aw fuck it). Then we went crusin' the mall for a lil, went down to the arcade and I played a lil Inital D and Time Crisis. Good games and expensive if you just keep playin' like I can. Amazingly, I was very self controled today at the arcade. And then, her parents lost Derrick (as usual). Deng, for a 9 year old down syndrom kid, he hides damn good and can be fuckin' stubborn as hell. Oh well, he don't know any better. We found him hiding in one of them lil quater ride things (you know, those lil kiddy rides outside of supermarkets). Then we all flocked over to Footaction where boy got a pimpin' Nike jacket. But while we was there, Derrick started gettin' rambuncious (fuck spelling). He started walkin' around and runnin' around the store running and kinda hitting complete strangers. That was when Mich had to put some dicipline. And as usual Derrick started doin' his fake crying to get some attention cuz he's a lil spoiled brat. But hey, what can ya do? I really wonder how he's gonna get by when he's gonna be big. Kinda scares me a little. It doesn't scare me so much that he's diffrent cuz He's a good kid, but just how is he gonna get by with everything when there's no one to support him. Just lookin' out for him. Hey, he's fam, right? Gotta look out for the flock (even if it is in-law or gonna be someday).
Some things about life are ment to happen to teach you shit. I've learned a lot in my short 18 (almost 19) years on this earth. Most of the things I've learned have been instiled in me so much that its a part of me and I don't even realize shit like that. But for us young peeps, I can't stress enough, respect ya elders. And what I mean by that is not only be nice to em n shit, but hang out with em. Learn from them. They got lots of stories that can teach you just an amazing about of shit and will forever change your life. Ok, some of yall might be thinkin' "What the fuck is this hypicritical motherfucker spewing? He hates his stepdad with a vengence." Its true that I don't get along with my stepdad too well. But at least I give him credit where it's deserved. Do I respect him? As an artistic mind and a profesional, I do, but as a family man, HELLZ NO. But at least I give him props where it's due. Another is to treat ladies with respect. Guys, come on, yall can do hell of a lot better then what I see. Even if it ain't somebody you goin' out with. Do stuff do make their day easier and nicer. Common curtisy. Don't be runnin' ya mouth off round em, be all like "blah blah fuck blah blah bullshit blah blah motherfucker". Yo, watch ya fuckin' mouth. Don't be belchin' n scratchin' ya balls n shit like that round em. Also, open doors and pull seats. Come on. The simplest of things. It'll turn so many heads. And as far as I know, for many ladies, it's a turn on when guys know how to act and behave around ladies. I know, lots of us but our rough edges, but who don't. Ya kno. 3rd but defenetly not last of anything (I'm just gettin' tired), give to the little ones. It's up to us older and more grown to teach these kids right from wrong, and if they do go wrong, whoop they asses til they get it right. We also gotta hand down knowlage and wisdom that we learn and get from our elders. to some of you book savy peeps, remember, knowlage does not equal wisdom. Wisdom equals wisdom and it can't neccaraly be learned from a book (Chicken Soup for the Soul and the Bible is a compleatly diffrent story tho). Alright, more wisdom the next time I got shit that pops into my head.
Lately, my car's been acting up. Doesn't wanna start. I'm really suspecting the main relay. Also, the main relay (altho an easy job), I just don't wanna do it. I'd much rather have the painful task of replacing a starter. Call me wierd, I'd rather work on the mechanical aspect then do some shit with the electrical stuff. But then, that's just me. I guess the whole thing about working on the mechanics is that it's all mathmatical in time and space, whereas with electrical, still mathmatical, I don't really see with my own eyes on what happends. It's just like seeing a magic black box do what it's suppose to do and you're just dumbfounded by it's operation. Whatever.
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