Quote:

"Too old to be a prodigy,
too young to give up hope"

HAHAAAAAAAAAA

Well, my Honor's Physics teacher isn't here...time to blog on how my day started.




I lol'd pretty hard. Since I left the house at 6:30 in the morning, it was still hella dark. I was biking, and when I got to Tara Hills, I didn't notice the glass that popped my back tire. 2.5 miles of riding on a pure rim. Life loves me.

Hmmm

I wonder what it's like to be in a relationship with someone you wouldn't think you'd be with.

Pi-pi-pi-pictures.

Since my blog is full of text, time to shake it up.








More to come!

(Copyright: Eddy Lazo. 1/27/09)

Yes.

I'm a modern man,
A man of the millennium,
Digital and smoke free.

A diversified, multicultural, postmodern
deconstructionist,
Politically, anatomically, and ecologically incorrect.

I've been unplicked and downloaded,
I've been inputted and outsourced.
I know the upside of downsizing,
I know the downside of upgrading.

I'm a high-tech lowlife.
A cutting-edge, state-of-the-art, bicoastal multitasker,
And I can give you a gigabyte in a nanosecond.

I'm new wave, but I'm old school.
And my inner child is outward bound.

I'm a hot-wired, heat-seeking, warm-hearted, cool customer.
Voice activated and biodegradeable.

I interface from a database,
and my database is in cyberspace.
So I'm interactive,
I'm hyperactive.
And from time-to-time,
I'm radioactive.

Behind the eight-ball,
ahead of the curve,
riding a wave,
dodging a bullet,
Pushing an envelope.

I'm on point,
on task,
on message,
and off drugs.
I got no need for coke and speed,
I got no urge to binge and purge.

I'm in the moment,
on the edge,
over the top,
but under the radar.

A high-concept,
low-profile,
medium-ranged ballistic missionary.
A street-wise smart bomb.
A top-gun bottom feeder.

I wear power ties,
I tell power lies.
I take power naps,
I run victory laps.

I'm a totally ongoing, bigfoot, slam dunk rainmaker with
a proactive outreach.
A raging workaholic,
a working ragaholic.
Out of rehab
and in denial.

You can't shut me up,
you can't dumb me down.
Because I'm tireless,
and wireless.
I'm an alpha man on beta blockers.

I'm a pro-believer and over-achiever,
laid back but fashion forward.

Up front,
down home.
Low rent,
high quality.

Super-size,
long-lasting,
high-definition,
fast-acting,
oven-ready,
and built to last.

I'm a hands-on,
foot-loose,
knee-jerk
head case.

Prematurely post-traumatic,
and I have a love child who sends me hate mail.

But I'm feeling,
I'm caring.
I'm healing,
I'm sharing.
A supportive bonding, nurturing, primary care-giver.

My output is down,
but my income is up.
I take a short position on the long bond,
and my revenue stream has its own cash flow.

I'm toll-free,
bite-sized,
ready-to-wear,
and I come in all sizes.

A fully-equipped,
factory-authorized,
hospital-tested,
clinically-proven,
sctientifically-formulated medical miracle.

I've been pre-washed,
pre-cooked,
pre-heated,
pre-screened,
pre-approved,
pre-packaged,
post-dated.
freeze-dried,
double-wrapped,
vacuum-packed,
and I have an unlimitted broadband capacity.

I'm a rude dude,
but I'm the real deal.
Lean and mean.
Cocked, locked and ready to rock.
Rough, tough, and hard to bluff.

I take it slow,
I go with the flow.
I ride with the tide,
I got glide in my stride.

I don't snooze,
so I don't lose.
I keep the pedal to the metal,
and the rubber on the road.

I'm hanging in,
there ain't no doubt.
And I'm hanging tough.
Over and out.

______________________________

Odd

I only got two hours of sleep and oddly I understood all my lesons when first explained today and answered all the questions on my homework/classwork correctly. Horray for lowered immune systems?

Wow

I was dozing off in 2nd period today and something came across my mind: when you're born, you are just being born at that very moment. Once your umblilical cord is cut, you aren't born anymore, you're aging to your death. It's called a birthday because it's just celebrating the day you were born, and you're just that much closer to dying.


I swear, this isn't emo, it's just startling. I'm stupid.

@(oo)@

Well, as if running into a wall,
all I can do is stand tall,
not fall.
Live up to whatever time has beset,
with no regret.
No looking back,
no asking questions,
no keeping track,
or thinking suggestions.
Go forward and only forward,
look back only to tell the world to catch up
and wrap up the past.
Put it under the Christmas tree
for your kids to see
and for you to see
all that you've improved
while your spirit's been unmoved.



It's safe to say that I've moved on.
Nothing to look upon.
The satisfaction of being just this is enough.
The laughter, the sharing,
the listening and caring.
I miss it.
If having that is on the line of being gone,
then fuck that, forget it, because losing this is just wrong.

How?

How can I tell you the way I really feel,
When it might affect what's already damaged?


Tough.

I used to be.

I used to be the oracle who saw far, not near.
But, what I didn't realize, is that the future I feared...




is here.

Because Beethoven can't.

I guess miracles do happen.

This is my second first-hand experience with God.

After sixth period, Nicole was the last person to use my phone. It was in my pocket before I showed her something on it, she left it on my desk and the bell rang. I got my backpack and camera bag together, got up and left. When I got to the theater, I checked my pocket and realized that my phone was gone. The only place it would have been was in the French room or it was stolen. I went to ask Nicole if she got my phone because she saw it there, she said no. My mind began to race. I went to the French room and asked Ms. Danielle if she saw anyone take it or if she has seen it. She said no and announced to the class if they saw the phone or saw someone take it. No one said anything until after. Trixia told me that she saw some guy hang around the spot where I was sitting and saw him leave with a phone in his hand. She couldn't identify his name or face, but she said he was Filipino. I kept thinking who was in that class last, when Randy spoke up and said he might have saw someone named Lawrence with it. He claimed that he was around where I was sitting with a bunch of other people, so it might have been one of his friends or him. Afterschool, I waited by the clocktower (that's where he usually hangs around after school) and Katrina went up to ask him if he stole a phone. Sure enough, he had it in his pocket. He took off the lanyard and the SIM card already...but he claimed he "found it" in the French room. I kept my rage inside, but I just walked away. I mean, I'm glad he gave it back and all...but it is a sin to steal..so he should think twice before he's messing with someone who has a strong faith in God.

This whole solitude movement is working great.

Time off.

I think I'm gonna shut myself from society for a few days. Won't go on AIM, MSN, Facebook, or MySpace, nor will I stay to chat out of class. Going straight to my period and if they converse to me in that period, so be it. But I need some thinking time, school focus time, and just time for myself. Going to finish the AKFG graphic and take some pictures. See you all who bothered reading this next week.

Time.

Give her time, that's all she needs.
Just be there in her time of need.
She'll tell you, don't ask her.
Just sucks that these moments feel like a blur.
Give her space, give her freedom
To regroup herself.
To regain herself.
And wait for the awkwardness to pass.

How To Do Math

"Here, maybe this will make more sense. I have eight pennies. I ask you for four more."
"I say forget it. You're the one with a steady paycheck."
"Just give me four pennies. Good. How much money do I have now?"
"Investments and all?"
"No, just here on the table..."
"Eight cents."
"No, eight plus four is twelve. See? Count them up."
"BUT THOSE FOUR ARE MINE!"

-Calvin and Hobbes. September 18, 1990

Back to school.

BLARG.


How could break be over so soon? I feel like I didn't have enough time to do things with my friends...but eh, it's time to go back to studies. The best part is seeing a select few people again after two weeks, so it can't be all that bad. Anyways, I prepared myself to fix my sleep cycle by sleeping at 5 am today and I woke up at 9 am. Tired as hell + long 12+ hour day = sleep early and feel rested.

Pack YOUR(YOURYOURYOURYOURYOURYOURYOURYOURYOURYOURYOURYOURYOURYOURYOURYOURYOURYOURYOURYOURYOURYOURYOURYOURYOUR) bags, kiddos. It's time to catch the bus and go back to school.