<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8922239602101560991</id><updated>2011-09-17T08:40:41.350-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Unlucky AyeJay</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unluckyayejay.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922239602101560991/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unluckyayejay.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>AyeJay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09301488234098808325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rDDPdwJuJVk/ScWgj_FS3mI/AAAAAAAAAAM/4_Dq4eYE5Gs/S220/DSC_0001.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>24</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8922239602101560991.post-9139724891879905091</id><published>2011-03-03T00:42:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-03T00:46:55.252-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm 19 and still dealing with the same shit.</title><content type='html'>I like this more than Tumblr. It's whatever. Birthday was yesterday and it was chill. Getting my first tattoo tomorrow. Still dealing with the same shit. Some how "she's" still creeping my life. I wanted to make this a long ass post, but guess not. Too much shit going on in my head. I just wish for once in my life things would work out the way I want them to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8922239602101560991-9139724891879905091?l=unluckyayejay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unluckyayejay.blogspot.com/feeds/9139724891879905091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unluckyayejay.blogspot.com/2011/03/im-19-and-still-dealing-with-same-shit.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922239602101560991/posts/default/9139724891879905091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922239602101560991/posts/default/9139724891879905091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unluckyayejay.blogspot.com/2011/03/im-19-and-still-dealing-with-same-shit.html' title='I&apos;m 19 and still dealing with the same shit.'/><author><name>AyeJay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09301488234098808325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rDDPdwJuJVk/ScWgj_FS3mI/AAAAAAAAAAM/4_Dq4eYE5Gs/S220/DSC_0001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8922239602101560991.post-4680906777040344834</id><published>2010-12-21T01:23:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-21T01:39:14.792-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's chill.</title><content type='html'>Amazing how things have flipped the record. I'm over here. Been over her. Getting on with my life and all of a sudden she wants to play games. All on the hunch of me "still in love with her"? She tries to put me on blast for certain things on my facebook being "about her." The quotation conversation was, but only cuz it was a joking matter between me and another friend. She tried to put me on blast and put out what I had to say with no intention of ever trying to piss her off or hurt her or any thing along those lines. She still hates me, but I don't care only cuz there's obviously nothing I can do. I wanted to try and actually have a civil conversation with her asking if she wanted to talk, but no she took it as a wager of war. One that I don't plan on taking any part in. Yeah it sucks that she's one girl I've had strong feelings for and now I can't even talk to her. I'll let her do her while I do me. She doesn't think so. She rides the idea of me having the deepest urges for her love and wants to fuck with my facebook page and info. Lady you must have a lot of time on your hands. I assumed that you've been done with me. Since you were the one who cheated on me. I was fine with you throwing me in the trash. So stop picking me up and throwing me in every other trash can. Oh and it's amusing to find out that you've been lying to who knows how many people about what happened. If you're willing to lie to one of your bestfriends to cover up the truth who knows what great lengths you've gone to keep others in the dark just to hoist me up as the bad guy. Shaking my god damn fucking head. In the reaction to the shenanigans of stating on my facebook that I'm still in love was laughter and confusion. I laughed because it was child's play. I was confused because why do it all? At that twice. I don't plan on retaliating. I'm 18 and everyone knows I'm too mature to "get even." Once again have a nice life, but keep me out of it. I plan on doing the same. Kick rocks and dueces.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8922239602101560991-4680906777040344834?l=unluckyayejay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unluckyayejay.blogspot.com/feeds/4680906777040344834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unluckyayejay.blogspot.com/2010/12/lets-chill.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922239602101560991/posts/default/4680906777040344834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922239602101560991/posts/default/4680906777040344834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unluckyayejay.blogspot.com/2010/12/lets-chill.html' title='Let&apos;s chill.'/><author><name>AyeJay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09301488234098808325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rDDPdwJuJVk/ScWgj_FS3mI/AAAAAAAAAAM/4_Dq4eYE5Gs/S220/DSC_0001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8922239602101560991.post-3861470791471499181</id><published>2010-11-16T22:08:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T01:30:30.858-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Late night entry on the phone</title><content type='html'>So a few nights ago as I laid in bed and couldn't sleep I wrote down a blog entry on my phone. Finally getting around to posting it I realized i didn't finish it hah. Well tonight I will. And yes more stupid ass thoughts.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's so many things I wish I could say to you. I know it wont matter. I know I'm nothing but a forgotten memory now. Nothing more than a cold, brisk wind. I understand this, don't worry I do. All of this will seem as cliche as every romance movie written and produced since the 20th century. The honest truth is there's a shred of me that won't let go. No matter how hard I've tried for some fucked up ass reason I can't. I still love you. I hate it and at the same time am ok with it. It's been months and I can't get over you. Now I know what love is. It's when your heartaches and the pain that is only bearable because you want to hide it. You keep the pain hidden because you believe it's for the best. You need to hide it.Yeah that pain. I bear it because I don't know what I'm suppose to do or say. "Oh yeah I still have feelings for the girl who put me on the pedestal of the biggest fool because she cheated on me." Sad part is that it's happened twice with her.  I tell myself I need to bear this pain because I need to learn. I've fallen for girls, but never like this. None such as you. Just seeing a picture makes me feel like I'm about to go into the ER. Nothing makes sense. These past few days my brain has been fluttered with memories of me and you. I hate it and at the same time like it. These "should've" and "could'ves". All of these thoughts to tear me apart from the inside out. Like I said, this was gonna be as cliche as it gets. So as I sit hear listening to my music I'm still trying to find a solution to end these terrors. It's a tad bit ridiculous. 'Getting hurt for no reason just because you're nice." -Neal Llanda. A homie for life. I'm always gonna be the super nice guy. So I guess I'll keep getting hurt for no reason. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8922239602101560991-3861470791471499181?l=unluckyayejay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unluckyayejay.blogspot.com/feeds/3861470791471499181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unluckyayejay.blogspot.com/2010/11/late-night-entry-on-phone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922239602101560991/posts/default/3861470791471499181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922239602101560991/posts/default/3861470791471499181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unluckyayejay.blogspot.com/2010/11/late-night-entry-on-phone.html' title='Late night entry on the phone'/><author><name>AyeJay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09301488234098808325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rDDPdwJuJVk/ScWgj_FS3mI/AAAAAAAAAAM/4_Dq4eYE5Gs/S220/DSC_0001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8922239602101560991.post-7903693421694112999</id><published>2010-11-06T13:41:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-06T14:12:59.696-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Stuff off the chest and released from the mind.</title><content type='html'>I haven't written or anything in a long time. I guess it's time to do so. Everyone makes mistakes. As for me, I make the same one over and over. With this last one I have to deal with the biggest consequence. I lost the love of my life. I'm only 18, but I believed in it. I recently saw the comedian Russell Peters live here in Austin. He started talking about how he was just married a couple months ago. He said he knew he was with the right woman because of the way she could calm him. "You know you're with the right person when they can do something no one else can and calm you down when you're pissed. I mean all the others I'd be like 'Fuck I'm gonna kill someone!' and the girl would be like ' YEAH let's go fuck shit up" Haha. And the past week or so thoughts have been rushed into my head of all the memories. Maybe it's God's way of punishing me for every wrong I've done. Lose my love and then get tortured with memories that I wish were false. I can finally say that I have regrets. I hate still having these lingering feelings. It's such a fucking bitch. The only thing I do is wash these memories away with tons of alcohol haha. You know should've and could've questions are just ways to make you feel shitty, yet I still ask myself these questions every single god damn day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8922239602101560991-7903693421694112999?l=unluckyayejay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unluckyayejay.blogspot.com/feeds/7903693421694112999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unluckyayejay.blogspot.com/2010/11/stuff-off-chest-and-released-from-mind.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922239602101560991/posts/default/7903693421694112999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922239602101560991/posts/default/7903693421694112999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unluckyayejay.blogspot.com/2010/11/stuff-off-chest-and-released-from-mind.html' title='Stuff off the chest and released from the mind.'/><author><name>AyeJay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09301488234098808325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rDDPdwJuJVk/ScWgj_FS3mI/AAAAAAAAAAM/4_Dq4eYE5Gs/S220/DSC_0001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8922239602101560991.post-1624945215995746110</id><published>2010-05-09T21:45:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T21:56:05.705-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bitter Endings...</title><content type='html'>Past two weekends have had bitter endings. This weekend was Prom 2010 and last week was lacrosse's horrible ending. Before anything I'd like to shout out to the people I've spent these weekends with. They don't read this, but still. Shout out to LT Lax Fam of 2009-2010. Great season boys and I'm sorry for how we ended. We should've won against bitch ass Stoney Point but fucks it already. And this weekend to whomever I chilled with during Prom and afterparty at Anna's. Amazing after party and just the night in general. Both weekends went from high top experiences to shitty closure. So quick things can fuck you over huh? I'll add more to this later tonight. I need to take a night time drive.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8922239602101560991-1624945215995746110?l=unluckyayejay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unluckyayejay.blogspot.com/feeds/1624945215995746110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unluckyayejay.blogspot.com/2010/05/bitter-endings.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922239602101560991/posts/default/1624945215995746110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922239602101560991/posts/default/1624945215995746110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unluckyayejay.blogspot.com/2010/05/bitter-endings.html' title='Bitter Endings...'/><author><name>AyeJay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09301488234098808325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rDDPdwJuJVk/ScWgj_FS3mI/AAAAAAAAAAM/4_Dq4eYE5Gs/S220/DSC_0001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8922239602101560991.post-158072504885363500</id><published>2010-04-24T14:22:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T14:29:44.561-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Shit, Shittier, the Shittiest.</title><content type='html'>Young Man: My doctor told me you're bad for my health. But it's alright I've been ill long before I met you.&lt;br /&gt;Lady: Really? What's your sickness?&lt;br /&gt;Young Man: Being the nice guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a deadly disease it is indeed. So last week my proclaimed "PERFECT WEEK" became the worst week. And this week was even shittier. SO how do I recover? By not doing shit. I've been stepped on and played before, I'm not afraid of dying, and I've dealt with the same type of bullshit before. It's whatever. I'll just keep trying to find the perfect girl, die when it's my time, and learn from my mistakes again. These past couple weeks have drawn so much energy from me it is ridiculous. Eh hopefully life picks up. Oh yeah they should be a happy post soon for Deaj and all you other California fam. From BayArea to SoCal. It's the only place that can keep me happy no matter the situation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8922239602101560991-158072504885363500?l=unluckyayejay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unluckyayejay.blogspot.com/feeds/158072504885363500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unluckyayejay.blogspot.com/2010/04/shit-shittier-shittiest.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922239602101560991/posts/default/158072504885363500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922239602101560991/posts/default/158072504885363500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unluckyayejay.blogspot.com/2010/04/shit-shittier-shittiest.html' title='Shit, Shittier, the Shittiest.'/><author><name>AyeJay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09301488234098808325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rDDPdwJuJVk/ScWgj_FS3mI/AAAAAAAAAAM/4_Dq4eYE5Gs/S220/DSC_0001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8922239602101560991.post-756499795673945193</id><published>2010-04-04T12:29:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T13:05:22.310-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A product of writing after a horrible phone call and trashy night.</title><content type='html'>Yeah so it was like 2 am and I couldn't sleep. Had a horrible phone call, boring night, and nothing made up for it. So the product of the night was a poem sorta a song too cuz I had a beat in my head haha. Enjoy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His heavy heart sinks to the bottom of the dark&lt;br /&gt;No one knows how he can still stand&lt;br /&gt;He's taken all types of pain known to man&lt;br /&gt;He's been told every lie&lt;br /&gt;And he makes the same mistake everytime&lt;br /&gt;No one knows how he can withstand the pain&lt;br /&gt;He walks as if he has no heart, just the brain&lt;br /&gt;No emotions shown&lt;br /&gt;No emotions for him to own&lt;br /&gt;The young man walks around holding what he's got left&lt;br /&gt;He holds all his problems in, bearing his chest&lt;br /&gt;His charming, naive smile is a lie&lt;br /&gt;Think back to all the times he could've cried&lt;br /&gt;He holds his tongue and contains to show his pride&lt;br /&gt;He was only trying to find the right girl&lt;br /&gt;But everytime they just fucked up his world&lt;br /&gt;Every situation ends with a big sigh&lt;br /&gt;For now his only wish is to go off and die&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8922239602101560991-756499795673945193?l=unluckyayejay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unluckyayejay.blogspot.com/feeds/756499795673945193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unluckyayejay.blogspot.com/2010/04/product-of-writing-after-horrible-phone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922239602101560991/posts/default/756499795673945193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922239602101560991/posts/default/756499795673945193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unluckyayejay.blogspot.com/2010/04/product-of-writing-after-horrible-phone.html' title='A product of writing after a horrible phone call and trashy night.'/><author><name>AyeJay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09301488234098808325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rDDPdwJuJVk/ScWgj_FS3mI/AAAAAAAAAAM/4_Dq4eYE5Gs/S220/DSC_0001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8922239602101560991.post-1916149020197924126</id><published>2010-03-26T23:20:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T23:22:09.531-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bullshit. For somereason God hates me.</title><content type='html'>Yeah he hates me and I now know it. Everytime I think things are gonna go well I take a punch to the stomach from bullshit. Emotionless. Fuck this and fuck me. Just kill me already shit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8922239602101560991-1916149020197924126?l=unluckyayejay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unluckyayejay.blogspot.com/feeds/1916149020197924126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unluckyayejay.blogspot.com/2010/03/bullshit-for-somereason-god-hates-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922239602101560991/posts/default/1916149020197924126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922239602101560991/posts/default/1916149020197924126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unluckyayejay.blogspot.com/2010/03/bullshit-for-somereason-god-hates-me.html' title='Bullshit. For somereason God hates me.'/><author><name>AyeJay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09301488234098808325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rDDPdwJuJVk/ScWgj_FS3mI/AAAAAAAAAAM/4_Dq4eYE5Gs/S220/DSC_0001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8922239602101560991.post-6065673149461567779</id><published>2010-03-19T18:26:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T18:54:55.089-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Break.</title><content type='html'>So spring break this year started some what shitty. I couldn't go to ATL, but I did get to go to the Pacquiao fight which was fuckin' boss. Chilled with my favorite uncles and their friend. Dope as fuck weekend. Stayed at home for the first couple days and caught up on COD. I need to start GB'ing again hah. Monday I couldn't sleep at all. I ran off of no sleep. Things in my head were just a gust of confusion. Spent a day in South Padre with homeboys Ethen and Dylan and it was fucking amazing. Just the thing to help get shit off my mind. So many girls, so many colleges, and so much beer. Oh and walking down the strip of South Padre is just as fucking fun with all those drunk fucks. The only part that sucked was sleeping in the car. With Dylan's bitching, Ethen's twitching, and my teeth chattering it was all bad haha. The next night thought, we went to some bitches party in Buda or Kyle whatever the damn towns called and me and homie Ethen wrecked shit at beerpong cuz that's our daily thing haha. 5-1? Lost by 1 cup haha. I wasn't even close to tipsy, but Ethen was fucked haha. Well Spring Break 2010 has been pretty chill, let's finish it off with a bang.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8922239602101560991-6065673149461567779?l=unluckyayejay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unluckyayejay.blogspot.com/feeds/6065673149461567779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unluckyayejay.blogspot.com/2010/03/spring-break.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922239602101560991/posts/default/6065673149461567779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922239602101560991/posts/default/6065673149461567779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unluckyayejay.blogspot.com/2010/03/spring-break.html' title='Spring Break.'/><author><name>AyeJay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09301488234098808325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rDDPdwJuJVk/ScWgj_FS3mI/AAAAAAAAAAM/4_Dq4eYE5Gs/S220/DSC_0001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8922239602101560991.post-7864378542686393501</id><published>2010-03-16T21:12:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T21:19:29.563-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting away from all the BULLSHIT!</title><content type='html'>Yeah so I wasn't able to go to Atlanta like planned, but new plans have come up. Going to South Padre for couple of days. It'll be good for me. I need to get away from this shit that stresses me out and makes me confused as fuck. I still make the same mistakes. I haven't learned at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Sq7D2lZXmS0&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Sq7D2lZXmS0&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take a listen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8922239602101560991-7864378542686393501?l=unluckyayejay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unluckyayejay.blogspot.com/feeds/7864378542686393501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unluckyayejay.blogspot.com/2010/03/getting-away-from-all-bullshit.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922239602101560991/posts/default/7864378542686393501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922239602101560991/posts/default/7864378542686393501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unluckyayejay.blogspot.com/2010/03/getting-away-from-all-bullshit.html' title='Getting away from all the BULLSHIT!'/><author><name>AyeJay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09301488234098808325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rDDPdwJuJVk/ScWgj_FS3mI/AAAAAAAAAAM/4_Dq4eYE5Gs/S220/DSC_0001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8922239602101560991.post-7543530111797272273</id><published>2010-03-08T19:25:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T20:35:01.080-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Update that's well needed.</title><content type='html'>For an update truely needed. Somewhere out there baby girl Deaj has been waiting for this haha. So what's happened so far since last update. Oh well lacrosse season has started has started and we're fucking kicking ass. No big hah. I've kinda postponed my photography. I need funds for fucking equipment. Where's my damn birthday money? Shit! Haha well yeah I turned 18. Wooh! I feel bad though that I haven't really done any photoshoots. I've taken a lot of product shots though hah. I'm pushin' shit outta my closet finally. I need to sell the rest though fuuuuck. Alright I've been meaning to update my shit, but mostly cuz I wanted post my two favorite women hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Zoey Deschanel&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/zoey%20deschanel" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i125.photobucket.com/albums/p42/hendy143/zoey3.jpg" border="0" alt="Zoey Deschanel Pictures, Images and Photos"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Katy Perry&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/katy%20perry" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i448.photobucket.com/albums/qq209/GarOedd/katy-perry-nylon-4.jpg" border="0" alt="k24 Pictures, Images and Photos"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright well not much has changed. Love life? None. Job? Naaaaht! Shoehead? Still goin' baby. Oh yeah I've seem to have fallen in love with Air max 1's so if anyone would like to buy me Huf Quake AM1's or Atmos AM1's or the Urawa's I'd love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8922239602101560991-7543530111797272273?l=unluckyayejay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unluckyayejay.blogspot.com/feeds/7543530111797272273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unluckyayejay.blogspot.com/2010/03/update-thats-well-needed.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922239602101560991/posts/default/7543530111797272273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922239602101560991/posts/default/7543530111797272273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unluckyayejay.blogspot.com/2010/03/update-thats-well-needed.html' title='Update that&apos;s well needed.'/><author><name>AyeJay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09301488234098808325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rDDPdwJuJVk/ScWgj_FS3mI/AAAAAAAAAAM/4_Dq4eYE5Gs/S220/DSC_0001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8922239602101560991.post-739907103589786317</id><published>2010-01-16T21:52:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T22:09:48.139-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Dropped Contest/ New Addition to Shoe Fam</title><content type='html'>So uhhh this contest didn't turn out how I wanted it to. Whatever though it's not my loss. I just gotta sell this shit now haha. Hit me up if you want anything. Check my ISS listings. Yeeeeeeeettt. I'm glad this week is over with. No more midterm exams and no more Pre-Cal this semester. The rest of the year is gonna be too fucking easy. Oh yeah I'd just like to note, I raped my Econ final. Gave it the business haha. Also the only positive thing coming out of this week is that my Avengers came. A new edition to my shoe fam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s7.photobucket.com/albums/y269/hitokiriazn415/?action=view&amp;current=Avengers1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y269/hitokiriazn415/Avengers1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeeaaaaah. Almost done with my hit list. Feel good breh breh. Yeah I guess I'm done. Here's some random shots PP'd and shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s7.photobucket.com/albums/y269/hitokiriazn415/?action=view&amp;current=Arizona.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y269/hitokiriazn415/Arizona.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s7.photobucket.com/albums/y269/hitokiriazn415/?action=view&amp;current=Funds.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y269/hitokiriazn415/Funds.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8922239602101560991-739907103589786317?l=unluckyayejay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unluckyayejay.blogspot.com/feeds/739907103589786317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unluckyayejay.blogspot.com/2010/01/dropped-contest-new-addition-to-shoe.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922239602101560991/posts/default/739907103589786317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922239602101560991/posts/default/739907103589786317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unluckyayejay.blogspot.com/2010/01/dropped-contest-new-addition-to-shoe.html' title='Dropped Contest/ New Addition to Shoe Fam'/><author><name>AyeJay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09301488234098808325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rDDPdwJuJVk/ScWgj_FS3mI/AAAAAAAAAAM/4_Dq4eYE5Gs/S220/DSC_0001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8922239602101560991.post-6367450559012965669</id><published>2010-01-10T11:38:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T11:58:58.306-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Ass Post. Contest/R.I.P. Crunch/College</title><content type='html'>Alright so I've been MIA for days now. With no sign of the contest still going on. Well it is, I post poned to start it New Years day, but my family hit an incovience and a loss of our family. At this time I'd like to say my prayers for our beloved and missed puppy Crunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Crunch by ajgoesunlucky, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/ajsole/3863342173/"&gt;&lt;img height="500" alt="Crunch" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2555/3863342173_f6209a1d72.jpg" width="333" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;R.I.P. Captain Crunch&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;August 14, 2008 - December 31, 2009&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I loved that dog haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;On to the next one! So the contest is now open. No need for the short quiz just email, text, call and just tell me you want to be in this weeks competition. I would hope there's a lot of participants because this is a pretty good deal. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;This weeks event: Dopest Fit&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Send me a picture of you in your dopest fit. From head to toe. Fitteds, tees, vnecks, raw ass denim, g-shocks, Jordan heat, SB heat, AM heat. Whatever it is, bring it out. Once all submissions are in I will post the pics on my blog for the &lt;strong&gt;people&lt;/strong&gt; to vote. And it won't always be the people deciding, most of the time it'll be just me. So yeah just send me some type of notification that you want in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I LOVE COLLEGE! AYYYYYE I LOVE DRINKING. I LOVE SMOKING. Haha So yeah I was accepted to University of Montana and I plan on going there(unless one of my top schools pick me up) and I plan on partying hard with my homie Ian. So yeah. That's all for this post. No mroe MIA. I'll be on regularly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8922239602101560991-6367450559012965669?l=unluckyayejay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unluckyayejay.blogspot.com/feeds/6367450559012965669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unluckyayejay.blogspot.com/2010/01/long-ass-post-contestrip-crunchcollege.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922239602101560991/posts/default/6367450559012965669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922239602101560991/posts/default/6367450559012965669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unluckyayejay.blogspot.com/2010/01/long-ass-post-contestrip-crunchcollege.html' title='Long Ass Post. Contest/R.I.P. Crunch/College'/><author><name>AyeJay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09301488234098808325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rDDPdwJuJVk/ScWgj_FS3mI/AAAAAAAAAAM/4_Dq4eYE5Gs/S220/DSC_0001.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2555/3863342173_f6209a1d72_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8922239602101560991.post-3423843620620511251</id><published>2009-12-08T22:25:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T22:55:51.257-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Update &amp; Returning the love to treal Shoeheads.</title><content type='html'>Ok so I'm getting reaaaaaly irritated with these folks around my side of the road thinking their dope with their &lt;strong&gt;FAKE ASS&lt;/strong&gt; SBs and thinking they're legit because nobody else knows they're fake. Shit well I fucking do. And it's actually quite heartbreaking to see the culture I love basically get shitted on by some random ass kids with some fake ass shoes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I had this idea and hopefully it comes out right in the end. I'm gonna have an on-going contest. So a prize will be given out during every competition. Competitions/Games will be done every other week. So if I have a game next week starting Dec. 13th ending Dec. 19th the next one won't be til the 27th. I don't have an exact set mind of what each event thing is going to be, but I've got a picture. Anyone can join who would like to win ya know that street gear of Supreme or HUF. Prizes vary from fitteds, tees, hoodies, laces, stickers, and one pair of DS shoes. I'm trying to get another pair but we'll see. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright to get into this awesome oppurtunity here's how it's gonna work. You see this post and PM, text, IM, do whatever it takes to contact me to be in each event. For the first time signing up you're gonna get a little quiz though to test your knowledge of the shoegame and underground street wear. No prize if you get all questions right it's just to see what's real good with you. Maybe I'll send you a sticker if I'm hella impressed or if your answers are just hella funny haha. Cuz I know I'm not the all knowing, but not bragging I know a lot. So yeah first time signing up you take the quiz and you gotta get atleast &lt;strong&gt;ATLEAST&lt;/strong&gt; 3 of the questions right. If you don't that's cool just come back and take a different quiz. Once you've been accepted you can do all the events and just tell me you're in for the upcoming event. Events will start Sundays and ending Saturdays. That's all for now though. Hella tired typing. I know this may not sound clear, but any questions just hit me up with a PM or text or facebook. Peace and Love to all true culture heads out there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8922239602101560991-3423843620620511251?l=unluckyayejay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unluckyayejay.blogspot.com/feeds/3423843620620511251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unluckyayejay.blogspot.com/2009/12/update-returning-love-to-treal.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922239602101560991/posts/default/3423843620620511251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922239602101560991/posts/default/3423843620620511251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unluckyayejay.blogspot.com/2009/12/update-returning-love-to-treal.html' title='Update &amp; Returning the love to treal Shoeheads.'/><author><name>AyeJay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09301488234098808325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rDDPdwJuJVk/ScWgj_FS3mI/AAAAAAAAAAM/4_Dq4eYE5Gs/S220/DSC_0001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8922239602101560991.post-1853180742975754391</id><published>2009-11-04T20:53:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T21:18:54.050-06:00</updated><title type='text'>11-4-09 Chillin like nignogs.</title><content type='html'>It's been another &lt;strong&gt;month&lt;/strong&gt; since my last update haha. Another one for Deaj. Still going through the same shit? Man it's such waste fo time, but I keep trying. Someone teach me how to stop. Haha I will be writing that poem I promised on that last post. Gaaah I'm excited. 5 more mother fucking days til Call of Duty: Modern Warfare 2. Once that comes out I will not have a life out of school, lacrosse, and COD:MW2. Oh yeah I guess I've come to a conclusion that there litterally are no good girls for me in this high school. Hahaha it's the truth, but whatever. Time to focus on the real loves in my life. Shoes, money, photography, and partying damn fucking hard. I'm gonna be sleeping on those Gucci's even though I've been playing on buying them from the beginning they were leaked. Fuck me. Eh MW2 + Camera&gt;Gucci's. Hella hyped prices already though fuuuck. Oh yeah I'm hella tired of these bitched out hypebeasts at my school. I was cool with it from freshmen year to junior, but damn it's gotten worse. Please get the fuck off the hype when you're wearing fakes. I'm a shoehead because I love every damn aspect of it. The way the shoe looks, the influence and background and everything to do with it. Not cuz "Oh people will think I've got the dopest shoes if i've got some FAKE WTD's" Bitch i know you're a hypebeast cuz you didn't even know you bought all fake shoes. $100 for WTD's? Bitch you must be on some trippy shit. Get off it you lame. Whatever time for the poem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm done with this lvoe game/&lt;br /&gt;I've tried so hard to get you notice me/&lt;br /&gt;In the end it's all the same/&lt;br /&gt;So how long did it take me to notice?/&lt;br /&gt;All an illusion like some magic show/&lt;br /&gt;Pouring every lovely thought just to get noticed/&lt;br /&gt;Ignorance is bliss that's so/&lt;br /&gt;I've gone through this countless times/&lt;br /&gt;Again and again getting looked over/&lt;br /&gt;Eh I'll finish this another time. Writing this made me pissed. haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8922239602101560991-1853180742975754391?l=unluckyayejay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unluckyayejay.blogspot.com/feeds/1853180742975754391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unluckyayejay.blogspot.com/2009/11/11-4-09-chillin-like-nignogs.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922239602101560991/posts/default/1853180742975754391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922239602101560991/posts/default/1853180742975754391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unluckyayejay.blogspot.com/2009/11/11-4-09-chillin-like-nignogs.html' title='11-4-09 Chillin like nignogs.'/><author><name>AyeJay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09301488234098808325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rDDPdwJuJVk/ScWgj_FS3mI/AAAAAAAAAAM/4_Dq4eYE5Gs/S220/DSC_0001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8922239602101560991.post-6854161027400710854</id><published>2009-10-06T21:27:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T22:44:09.616-05:00</updated><title type='text'>10-6-09 Dedicated to Deaj. Remenisce and Kill Me.</title><content type='html'>I'm only really updating for my babygirl Deaj hah. I'm not in a good mood but it's for her. I've been listening to "Officially Missing You" all day. If you don't know the song...sucks for you. Well, I'm slowly reverting back to my old ways. Filled with apathy and not giving a damn what happens to me. Suicidal thoughts? Hah. I wanna be back in the place that makes me happiest no matter what's happening to me, California. I want to leave this world. Oh yeah, I'm starting to write a lot more. I'll put a sample up at the end of this post. The weekend pretty much made me happy til Sunday hah. Weekend review.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday: We had late start so me and Thomas got to school at like 10. Then Ethen told me to skip before school started so we did and chilled at Tim's. Slept more and woke up at like 1 and started drinking JagerBOMBS! Whas real good?????? Hahaha then we picked up Dylan at 2:30. We came back to Tim's and drank more. Then we went to the skatepark for Gnar crew to shred a pit. I took horrible pictures because I was buzzed and manual focused the whole time(I have no idea why). Then went back to Tim's around 7 and drank more haha. At like 8 me and Dylan decided to ride the Vespa(moped) all the way to the school for the football game. Stupid idea really, we didn't wanna pay so we tried finding ways to get in. We spent like 15 mins with our drunk selves and went around back and tried to hop the fence. We were successful until the cops came and grabbed Dylan. I hopped over and dipped into the woods hella fast though bluh. Dylan got out free cuz he knew Officer Cotton. He popped his knee out of place. I hopped over like 4 fences and ripped my cargo shorts(HELLA HEATED) and ran across a baseball field and then got picked up by Tim and Ethen. We got back to Tim's and drank and danced until Kelis and some of her friends showed up. We then left for the mansion and grabbed some brewski on the way. When we got there it was 10:30. We drank what we had left of the Jager and played pong(I suck still idk why) and drank Tim and Ethen's beers for fucknig 4 straight games. I kept saying "Dude! I need to get on your level...wait I think I am." Haha. We didn't leave til 5am. We drank for like 14 hours. Oh dear god.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s7.photobucket.com/albums/y269/hitokiriazn415/?action=view&amp;current=GoodWeekends206.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y269/hitokiriazn415/GoodWeekends206.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tim and Dylan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s7.photobucket.com/albums/y269/hitokiriazn415/?action=view&amp;current=GoodWeekends234.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y269/hitokiriazn415/GoodWeekends234.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ethen with the Rock to Fakie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s7.photobucket.com/albums/y269/hitokiriazn415/?action=view&amp;current=GoodWeekends225.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y269/hitokiriazn415/GoodWeekends225.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HIGH FIVE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday:Woke up at like 11 in Tim's movie room. Then got picked up ran some errands with the madre and chilled at home til Thomas came and got me. He picked me up and then the night had started. We got to Christian's and chilled and drank. People I remember there: Julio, Thomas, Christian, Steve, Cameron, Sherra, Katie, Claire, Sophie, and Georgia. Pretty good night. It was a laid back chill sesh shindig type of thing. Played pong and sucked again. I had the first shot of Everclear for the night and I felt that shit throughout my whole body. I lost my fucking lens cap there. I mean, it's not that bad but still man. Whatever. Thomas almost hooked up with a freshmen AYYYYYYYYE! I'm really surprised at my memory while being in a trashed state of mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s7.photobucket.com/albums/y269/hitokiriazn415/?action=view&amp;current=GoodWeekends315.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y269/hitokiriazn415/GoodWeekends315.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steve and Julio(Julio is obviously gone)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s7.photobucket.com/albums/y269/hitokiriazn415/?action=view&amp;current=GoodWeekends316.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y269/hitokiriazn415/GoodWeekends316.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Claire and Thomas wasted and Julio wasted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s7.photobucket.com/albums/y269/hitokiriazn415/?action=view&amp;current=GoodWeekends321.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y269/hitokiriazn415/GoodWeekends321.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julio and Katie wasted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s7.photobucket.com/albums/y269/hitokiriazn415/?action=view&amp;current=GoodWeekends344.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y269/hitokiriazn415/GoodWeekends344.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyones favorite segment of the night. Julio's advice.&lt;br /&gt;Shitty ass snap shots but whatever we had fun.&lt;br /&gt;Sunday:Got home and things were said and I feel like shit. What a great way to kill my weekend right? Eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. So the girl I guess I still like is a whore, yet she's a virgin. HAHAH trippy shit ain't it breh. Whatever. I miss the California because that's where I belong. Or just survive and hopefully get into UA. I still feel like shooting myself haha.Too lazy right now to write a poem so I'll update again just for Deaj and have a poem.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8922239602101560991-6854161027400710854?l=unluckyayejay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unluckyayejay.blogspot.com/feeds/6854161027400710854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unluckyayejay.blogspot.com/2009/10/10-6-09-dedicated-to-deaj-remenisce-and.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922239602101560991/posts/default/6854161027400710854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922239602101560991/posts/default/6854161027400710854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unluckyayejay.blogspot.com/2009/10/10-6-09-dedicated-to-deaj-remenisce-and.html' title='10-6-09 Dedicated to Deaj. Remenisce and Kill Me.'/><author><name>AyeJay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09301488234098808325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rDDPdwJuJVk/ScWgj_FS3mI/AAAAAAAAAAM/4_Dq4eYE5Gs/S220/DSC_0001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8922239602101560991.post-6059194951152216424</id><published>2009-09-10T20:28:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T20:45:33.141-05:00</updated><title type='text'>9/10/09 Shitty Day</title><content type='html'>Damn haven't blogged in hella long. I've been slackin on shit breh. Well life has had it's ups and downs since my last post. Happy, happy, happy, sad, pissed, lost, HYPED, sad, happy, and then disappointed. Haha. But yeah. I'm trying to condense my collection to get the real heat I've been looking for. SKATEUNION! Haha only ISS'ers understand that. So yeah fuck Pre-Cal and I'm hella hyped for college. Kinda blogging just cuz of these past week issues. On the real though, adults/parents on facebook/myspace/twitter? No lifers! My main issue is man I'm fucking too nice. Haha. I've been like this for tooooooo long(nohomo). I'm hella gullible like that too hah. Someone slap me next time. Oh wait I've said that a thousand times and it's happened over and over and over. Everytime I state that I'm gonna stop being so nice, I can't even go through with it. Hella weak right? Eh another year of looking staight ahead. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ultimate excitement for winter break this year. California drive and Lake Tahoe? DOPE! Hopefully AJ can actually go with us to Tahoe. That'd be dope as fuck. I have hella shit to do once I enter BayArea grounds. Make a choreo to "Cool It Now" and "Girls Just Wanna Have Fun". HAHAHA. Yeah I think I'm done. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hella bored so starting writing again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll sacrifice the love of my life for her to be with the asshole of hers//&lt;br /&gt;Sharpened pain again but I survive because it's a routine now//&lt;br /&gt;Find a girl, talk to her, fall for her, and struck//&lt;br /&gt;The cycle is always the same//&lt;br /&gt;Just need to reminisce back to the emotionless days//&lt;br /&gt;No heart no soul not even a smile//&lt;br /&gt;Death and despair come hand in hand with me my friend//&lt;br /&gt;So I as lay motionless emotionless without love I feel homeless//&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow shitty but I'm getting back into it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8922239602101560991-6059194951152216424?l=unluckyayejay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unluckyayejay.blogspot.com/feeds/6059194951152216424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unluckyayejay.blogspot.com/2009/09/91009-shitty-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922239602101560991/posts/default/6059194951152216424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922239602101560991/posts/default/6059194951152216424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unluckyayejay.blogspot.com/2009/09/91009-shitty-day.html' title='9/10/09 Shitty Day'/><author><name>AyeJay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09301488234098808325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rDDPdwJuJVk/ScWgj_FS3mI/AAAAAAAAAAM/4_Dq4eYE5Gs/S220/DSC_0001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8922239602101560991.post-2222265355595043388</id><published>2009-06-25T21:36:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T22:35:47.044-05:00</updated><title type='text'>6-25-09 A pretty epic day</title><content type='html'>So today was my moms birthday. Woohoo! She still thinks she can pull off looking my sister. Haha fail. But pretty dope. I was awake with my siblings til like 1 and made our mom a slideshow for her birthday. Hella last minute right? Yeah then woke up and watched Transformers:Revenge Of The Fallen. EPIC ASS MOVIE BRO! Got in for free too haha. Me and the fam sneaked in after the movie we were suppose to watch was filled so yeah. Megan Fox is so fine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s7.photobucket.com/albums/y269/hitokiriazn415/Decorated%20images/?action=view&amp;current=Transformers225wwwfreelatestwallpap.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y269/hitokiriazn415/Decorated%20images/Transformers225wwwfreelatestwallpap.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news which is terrible and made my day kinda bad, Farrah Fawcet and Michael Jackson died today. R.I.P. to the Golden Girl and King of Pop.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8922239602101560991-2222265355595043388?l=unluckyayejay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unluckyayejay.blogspot.com/feeds/2222265355595043388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unluckyayejay.blogspot.com/2009/06/6-25-09-pretty-epic-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922239602101560991/posts/default/2222265355595043388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922239602101560991/posts/default/2222265355595043388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unluckyayejay.blogspot.com/2009/06/6-25-09-pretty-epic-day.html' title='6-25-09 A pretty epic day'/><author><name>AyeJay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09301488234098808325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rDDPdwJuJVk/ScWgj_FS3mI/AAAAAAAAAAM/4_Dq4eYE5Gs/S220/DSC_0001.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y269/hitokiriazn415/Decorated%20images/th_Transformers225wwwfreelatestwallpap.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8922239602101560991.post-7257527746667686310</id><published>2009-06-16T18:23:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T18:27:28.811-05:00</updated><title type='text'>6-16-09 The hangover is almost there.</title><content type='html'>Blegh. Damn last night was crazy. Spellmen's bonfire party was badass. I kinda wish I stayed a bit longer. But I was already there for 3 hours. Me, Ethen, Tim, Haley, and Eden got there right when it started. God damn and I left at 12:30 with Quinlan and Murrows. Got Whataburger my nigga and got to my house and knocked out. I'm questioning if I should actually go out again tonight. I wanna party with a few selective girls haha. Eh I'm gonna go make Top Ramen cuz I'm starving after my 3 hour nap. Oh yeah I finished 3/4 of that Svedka bottle by myself. I started my drinking at fucking 8:30 with my Gatorade haha. Payce.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8922239602101560991-7257527746667686310?l=unluckyayejay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unluckyayejay.blogspot.com/feeds/7257527746667686310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unluckyayejay.blogspot.com/2009/06/6-16-09-hangover-is-almost-there.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922239602101560991/posts/default/7257527746667686310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922239602101560991/posts/default/7257527746667686310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unluckyayejay.blogspot.com/2009/06/6-16-09-hangover-is-almost-there.html' title='6-16-09 The hangover is almost there.'/><author><name>AyeJay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09301488234098808325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rDDPdwJuJVk/ScWgj_FS3mI/AAAAAAAAAAM/4_Dq4eYE5Gs/S220/DSC_0001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8922239602101560991.post-4335614481373248210</id><published>2009-06-11T21:03:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T21:07:38.762-05:00</updated><title type='text'>6-11-09 Fucking Storms!</title><content type='html'>Alright stuck home......AGAIN! Been stuck home this whole week. Day and night, dawn to dusk. Fucking lame brosef! I need a car. And now theres this crazy ass storm. Caught a few pics. Not that good.I NEED TO FIND MY MUH'FUCKIN BATTERY CHARGER! It's been missing for 2 weeks now. One of the main reasons I haven't been out taking pics as much. But yeah, I can't even watch the game because all the local channels are on Tornado Watch. LAME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.0 ISO:1600&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s7.photobucket.com/albums/y269/hitokiriazn415/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_1597.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y269/hitokiriazn415/IMG_1597.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.6 ISO:200 (Make it look scary)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s7.photobucket.com/albums/y269/hitokiriazn415/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_1602.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y269/hitokiriazn415/IMG_1602.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It looks like I could be abducted by aliens. HAH. Bye now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8922239602101560991-4335614481373248210?l=unluckyayejay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unluckyayejay.blogspot.com/feeds/4335614481373248210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unluckyayejay.blogspot.com/2009/06/6-11-09-fucking-storms.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922239602101560991/posts/default/4335614481373248210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922239602101560991/posts/default/4335614481373248210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unluckyayejay.blogspot.com/2009/06/6-11-09-fucking-storms.html' title='6-11-09 Fucking Storms!'/><author><name>AyeJay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09301488234098808325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rDDPdwJuJVk/ScWgj_FS3mI/AAAAAAAAAAM/4_Dq4eYE5Gs/S220/DSC_0001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8922239602101560991.post-3662360228453964989</id><published>2009-06-07T21:36:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T17:00:54.343-05:00</updated><title type='text'>6-7-09 Still tired from the ass kicking of SATs</title><content type='html'>Damn I haven't posted in a long ass time. So tonight's will be extremely long.....kind of. So I'm just chillin on the comp looking for a job,trying to get rid of everything in my listings (&lt;a href="http://www.solecollector.com/forums/post14399619.html?highlight=#14399619"&gt;http://www.solecollector.com/forums/post14399619.html?highlight=#14399619&lt;/a&gt;), looking for a new lacrosse stick/head, and eating my mom's great spaghetti filipino style bluhd! So far that's the best part of the day. I've been sleeping all fucking day too. Yesterday was the first time I've taken the SATs and it kicked my ass. Me and my homeboy Ian left way too early too haha. Left at 6:50am and got to the school at 7:10am. Smh haha. We sat there in his car just chilling and listening to Ted Nugent. Dope stuff. We also got to watch parents and students pile into shuttle buses to Frank Erwin Center for the school's graduation ceremony. We had a few laughs. We saw a few cute girls hah. I finally saw another filipino in Austin. AND IT WAS GIRL! Cute one at that. Hella putet though haha. Exact word convo though.&lt;br /&gt;*Me/Ian look at the chick walking by us*&lt;br /&gt;Ian:Ahhhh shiet. PACIFIC ISLANDER! GET THAT AYE JAY!&lt;br /&gt;Me:Yeah she is pretty cute.&lt;br /&gt;Both:WORD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fin&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Shit so much to do now that it's summer. I haven't been working with my camera lately shit. I wanna buy a fisheye off ebay but mmmmm. I just can't decide. Damn I need to run at least before 11:30 tonight. Now here a few select pics taken by me. Not really trying lately. Been chill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s7.photobucket.com/albums/y269/hitokiriazn415/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_1439.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y269/hitokiriazn415/IMG_1439.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s7.photobucket.com/albums/y269/hitokiriazn415/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_1450.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y269/hitokiriazn415/IMG_1450.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s7.photobucket.com/albums/y269/hitokiriazn415/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_1485.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y269/hitokiriazn415/IMG_1485.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s7.photobucket.com/albums/y269/hitokiriazn415/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_1425.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y269/hitokiriazn415/IMG_1425.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY DOGS I GOT IN APRIL!&lt;br /&gt;Crunch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s7.photobucket.com/albums/y269/hitokiriazn415/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_1526.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y269/hitokiriazn415/IMG_1526.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hyden&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s7.photobucket.com/albums/y269/hitokiriazn415/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_1527.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y269/hitokiriazn415/IMG_1527.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I need to get better but eh yeah that's all for now. Gotta go clean and then go run and exercise. National High School Lacrosse Team tryouts soon wooh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8922239602101560991-3662360228453964989?l=unluckyayejay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unluckyayejay.blogspot.com/feeds/3662360228453964989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unluckyayejay.blogspot.com/2009/06/6-7-09-still-tired-from-ass-kicking-of.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922239602101560991/posts/default/3662360228453964989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922239602101560991/posts/default/3662360228453964989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unluckyayejay.blogspot.com/2009/06/6-7-09-still-tired-from-ass-kicking-of.html' title='6-7-09 Still tired from the ass kicking of SATs'/><author><name>AyeJay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09301488234098808325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rDDPdwJuJVk/ScWgj_FS3mI/AAAAAAAAAAM/4_Dq4eYE5Gs/S220/DSC_0001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8922239602101560991.post-7527529474930254370</id><published>2009-04-03T22:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T22:26:12.993-05:00</updated><title type='text'>4-3-09 End of a mediocre week</title><content type='html'>So the end of the 9 weeks turned out pretty well. I'm passing and I can play. Good shit riiiiight. Oh yeah I got my camera yesterday. HELLA HYPED! I chilled today a little bit, but didn't get to watch Fast&amp;amp;Furious cuz everything was sold out. And tomorrow got the homo ass ACT test. Gotta wake up early even on the weekend? Shoot me please. Well enough talking. Here are a few shots from being excited getting my Canon XS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s7.photobucket.com/albums/y269/hitokiriazn415/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_0110.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y269/hitokiriazn415/IMG_0110.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s7.photobucket.com/albums/y269/hitokiriazn415/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_0111.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y269/hitokiriazn415/IMG_0111.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s7.photobucket.com/albums/y269/hitokiriazn415/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_0119.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y269/hitokiriazn415/IMG_0119.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s7.photobucket.com/albums/y269/hitokiriazn415/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_0127.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y269/hitokiriazn415/IMG_0127.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s7.photobucket.com/albums/y269/hitokiriazn415/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_0176.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y269/hitokiriazn415/IMG_0176.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8922239602101560991-7527529474930254370?l=unluckyayejay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unluckyayejay.blogspot.com/feeds/7527529474930254370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unluckyayejay.blogspot.com/2009/04/4-3-09-end-of-mediocre-week.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922239602101560991/posts/default/7527529474930254370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922239602101560991/posts/default/7527529474930254370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unluckyayejay.blogspot.com/2009/04/4-3-09-end-of-mediocre-week.html' title='4-3-09 End of a mediocre week'/><author><name>AyeJay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09301488234098808325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rDDPdwJuJVk/ScWgj_FS3mI/AAAAAAAAAAM/4_Dq4eYE5Gs/S220/DSC_0001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8922239602101560991.post-8757187100980256508</id><published>2009-03-26T20:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T20:44:34.836-05:00</updated><title type='text'>3-26-09 Street fights and snake bites!</title><content type='html'>Haven't posted in a while because I'm not use to updating this hah. Yesterday was scary as shit! Nigga tornado before my game? Didn't even get to play but it started hailing fucking golf balls. I was lit too? Trippy shit brohah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today though hella shit went down. School was a killer too. High school drama? Haven't had that since freshmen year, now I'm back at it. People talking shit behind people's backs. Hella homo. I hate that shit. Be man enough and say it to their face and worst part is they were suppose to be friends. And I just could not let these two douchebags in front of me talk about my bestfriend and his girl and other good friends of mine. So today I called them both out on it. These two skinny semi-atheletic stoner white boys think they can take on me, 5'11" 190 lbs benching 235 lbs max. Hella garbage bluh. But whatever these guys are known to talk shit and not back it up so I'm ready to fight, but I'm sure they're not hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got home today I went upstairs and chilled in my room. And then my little sister Kayla runs in my room telling me I have to catch a snake in the garage. I already assumed it would be like a kinda big snake hoping not poisonous though, I grabbed my old lacrosse stick and my garbage bin. When I got downstairs it was a tiny ass garder snake. I caught it and put it in a bottle and made it sit next to me while playing COD4 with friends hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s7.photobucket.com/albums/y269/hitokiriazn415/?action=view&amp;amp;current=iPhone043.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y269/hitokiriazn415/iPhone043.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s7.photobucket.com/albums/y269/hitokiriazn415/?action=view&amp;amp;current=iPhone044.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y269/hitokiriazn415/iPhone044.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iPhone status pics. Sorry no DSLR yet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8922239602101560991-8757187100980256508?l=unluckyayejay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unluckyayejay.blogspot.com/feeds/8757187100980256508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unluckyayejay.blogspot.com/2009/03/3-26-09-street-fights-and-snake-bites.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922239602101560991/posts/default/8757187100980256508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922239602101560991/posts/default/8757187100980256508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unluckyayejay.blogspot.com/2009/03/3-26-09-street-fights-and-snake-bites.html' title='3-26-09 Street fights and snake bites!'/><author><name>AyeJay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09301488234098808325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rDDPdwJuJVk/ScWgj_FS3mI/AAAAAAAAAAM/4_Dq4eYE5Gs/S220/DSC_0001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8922239602101560991.post-7563273627529291252</id><published>2009-03-21T21:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T21:25:37.266-05:00</updated><title type='text'>3-21-09 SXSW killer</title><content type='html'>Went to SXSW and then got ditched by my friends. Not cool. So now I made myself a blog? Eh could be worse. Rick Ross and Explosions was the shit though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8922239602101560991-7563273627529291252?l=unluckyayejay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unluckyayejay.blogspot.com/feeds/7563273627529291252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unluckyayejay.blogspot.com/2009/03/3-21-09-sxsw-killer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922239602101560991/posts/default/7563273627529291252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922239602101560991/posts/default/7563273627529291252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unluckyayejay.blogspot.com/2009/03/3-21-09-sxsw-killer.html' title='3-21-09 SXSW killer'/><author><name>AyeJay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09301488234098808325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rDDPdwJuJVk/ScWgj_FS3mI/AAAAAAAAAAM/4_Dq4eYE5Gs/S220/DSC_0001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
