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2015 [We Made It]

Welp, we made it guys. With today being the first Monday of the year, I would like to say that the transition was splendid. I got to spend new years with some good friends and to top it all off, we had a good time. Now that all the partying is over until the super bowl and someone calls me up to hit the club, I need to do a little cleaning up. First I’m gonna start with my room because that mothafucka is a disaster. Next I’ll be moving on over to making a list of books that I want to read this year. I already know for a fact that I want to read Plato’s Republic. If Neil Tyson Degrasse has a book best believe I’ll be purchasing that. If you know of anything I should buy than drop a title in the comments. From the start, I feel that 2015 is going to be a good year. I just feel it deep down in my bones. After watching a video by one of my favorite YouTubers, Infinite Waters, I’ve set a theme for this year. This year will be the year of Prosperity. As I look at the previous year, I planted a lot of seeds that I’ve watered and showed love to. 2015 is the year that I will watch those flowers blossom and let my dreams rescue me.

So what am I exactly talking about? Well first I skateboard if you already don’t know, so expect too see a video part from me at the end of this year. The video will be so banging that I’m going to get a little buzz off of it. In addition to a skate video, I got my rap career going good. I’ve met one of Louisville’s dopest underground artist and recorded my first single off my up and coming mixtape “Trials & Tribulations.” Also I’ve become friends with a producer who is totally down to work on my album that I want to drop in 2015. You guys really aren’t ready for whats on the way! Trials & Tribulations will be release March 30th and when June roles around my next mixtape which I’m concealing the came for now, will be on the way!

To put it all out there, 2015 will be the year you all see ADS SQUAD go big and show everybody that these southern boys got Skateboard skills and are lyrically inclined. I can’t wait, I really can’t!

January 5, 2015

ads, infinite waters, mixtape, new year, outchea, skateboarding, summer, trialsandtribulations, work, youtube
2014 in review

The WordPress.com stats helper monkeys prepared a 2014 annual report for this blog.

Here’s an excerpt:

A San Francisco cable car holds 60 people. This blog was viewed about 740 times in 2014. If it were a cable car, it would take about 12 trips to carry that many people.

Click here to see the complete report.

December 30, 2014

blog, wordpress
Damn…

UPDATE!!! I deleted the original post so I can change it to this.

FUCK MY EX.

Thats it. lol

December 5, 2014

love, relationships, shes out of my life, single
My Thoughts About Ferguson

I’m not gonna stand up for black people in this Ferguson situation due to the fact that the only time black people want to come together is when something good or bad has happened to one black person.

Example: Barack Obama runs for office, EVERY black person stands up and supports him because he’s black and they want him to become the first black president. A lot of black people couldn’t cote because they’re convicted felons but they stood behind this man all the way until he got into office. Then what? Us black folk forgot and went right back to doing the same shit; destroying ourselves.

Example 2: Treyvon Martin gets shot by a Mexican. Black people all come together again to protest. For what? Because someone of another race shot and killed a black kid? Yes the situation was fucked up but the only reason why black folk got together was because the boy was black and they figured it was a racial issue.

Example 3: Michael Brown gets shot by a white cop. Black people go into an uproar. The reason this time? Because a white cop shot Mike Brown six times because he rushed him. What do us black people see? Another reason we should get together and destroy shit to show America we’re tired of these “racial issues.”

Ummm pause.

Why in the hell is it that we feel the need to come together to support one black person that fatally got shot but we can’t get together to uplift our damn people. Why can’t we stop violence in the hood, inspire young blacks that basketball isn’t life. Why can’t we bring education to the streets and teach people how to succeed in life? Black people don’t got the mentality. We’re brainwashed to think that when it benefits one of our kind, we need to stand up for them because they’re going to reach back out and help us. It doesn’t work like that and the day black people learn that becoming a nigga isn’t cool, is the day that black folk will prosper.

ps. Race isn’t even real.

November 26, 2014

ferguson, Michael Brown, police, protest, race, racism, riots, thoughts, violence
November 8th

For everyone we all have that one day in the year where we gather friends and family and celebrate the day we were born. Its just another part of life that we have accepted and cherish as we grow old and wither away. Every year when the month of November rolls around I feel the hype settle in and my nerves start to rattle. I’m going to be another year older and another year of not getting shit done. Yeah I know that sounds bad but really, earlier tonight I had what I call an “Early Life Crisis.” Does is sound stupid? Yes. Am I being serious about all of this? Yes. So what is this young afrocentric black kid rambling on about?

Dreams…

Remember when you were younger sitting back in your room or watching TV…or whatever the hell it was that you did when you were a kid, you would think about the future? I know I did a whole lot. I remember a specific time back in elementary school when I was on the bus thinking about what the future may hold for me. Just like an ordinary brain washed American, I figured I would graduate from high school, go to college, get a degree in whatever, and then get a good job and be out the house by the age of 23. Fast forward to today and here I am with no car, a low paying job, and living in my parents house getting yelled at for eating the last hot pocket. The life I live now isn’t what I envisioned years ago. Hell, I didn’t even think I would be a skateboarder or a writer for a tech website.

As these days go on, I start to think more and more about what I really want to do in life. Right now, everything seems to be at a halt due to my father trying to drag me into running his business and me grudgingly trying to skate away. I’ve really been thrown right in-between a rock and a hard place and its kinda’ hard to get out. I have dreams of becoming a professional skateboarder and traveling the world. I also have other dreams of becoming a computer programmer, famous blogger, and owner of one of the worlds most popular social networking websites. I WANT TO BE THE BLACK STEVE JOBS. The problem is, I got a lot on my plate. I mean look back at the list I just wrote and tell me each task isn’t difficult to achieve. I know I can do it but theres this thing called “lack of Motivation” that seeps in. Now for skateboarding, my lack of motivation never touches it, I forever carry the love of skating with me and day dream about it (like right now). But then there are my other goals like learning to program and being a famous writer. Those types of goals I need to go to school for, or at least find some type of schooling that dodges the whole concept of having to take general education classes. Ya’ know, something like hacker school in NY.

In the end after analyzing everything I go into this depressed mode and start crying (not really), but I have actually broke down before in my bathroom thinking about life. Life in general is such a tricky dilemma, and I say dilemma because we have to do so much to sustain a healthy body and then turn around and do work using either our brains or physical labor. It sometimes leads me to question why people don’t ever want to die and live forever on earth. Sounds a bit silly to me (and no that wasn’t a suicidal thought).

To be honest about everything, I don’t think I planned out life properly. Its either that or I am really just too mellow and have no care in trying to prosper in this world that I have taken the role of that guy who lives with is parents his whole life chasing a dream that he’ll never catch. But thats not what I believe in because the dreams and ambitions that I have in life will eventually come to fruition. As usual I’m just overthinking life and not focusing on the hard work that I need to commit to so I can become the mere thoughts I have of myself.

So as I usually say…maybe One Day.

ps. Another note, I’m 21 guys. It feels a tad bit weird being able to walk inside of a bar with a bunch of older people drinking beer and playing pool, but I got the rest of my life of having this sort of freedom bestowed upon me. In some sense its cool but in other case’s is like, “I’ve waited 21 years just to do this?” lol But you know man, thats life and I’ve been kick pushing through a majority of it. Guess I’ll keep on kicking.

November 8, 2014

21st, beer, birthday, club, holy grale, November, November 8th
Art Is Hard…Pt 1
I often ask myself when I am going about my day, “What is life?”

I mean, what am I really doing here? I wake up, take care of my hygiene, get on the computer and then skate. On days I got school, I’ll do some studying and may even knock out my homework but thats it. I am literally doing nothing that makes me feel like I have accomplished something. I used to daydream a lot back in high school of where I would be by the age of 22 or 23. Here I am 20, still living with my parents, have no car, no credit, or anything that can say “Hey, this man is finically stable.” I feel miserable everyday I get up and do shit. The only thing in life that makes me feel complete and content with life is skateboarding. Even with skateboarding I run into problems such as falling or the weather decides to switch up. I still have my family all in my ear saying that I should stop skateboarding and because some sucker ass lawyer but what fun would that be?

The point is, the idea…the dream…the whatever the hell I had when I was younger has fizzled away and I’ve become another product of the lower class society in America. I’m considered a rebel, a kid who has chosen to go against the system and is called a hipster. Yeah, I said it, but I look like a bum so the word Hipster doesn’t even cut it. More like another “nigga” walking the face of this earth. I’ve also come across a shit ton of conclusions, I’ll list them below,
- I’ve failed at life
- Have a hard time talking to females
- My family is against my dreams in life
- UPS hates my existence = my job sucks
- and a bunch of other shit I’d rather not name
The shit I’m naming off and complaining about is probably the same bullshit many other young adults are going through. But is it really like this? Are we supposed to suffer and work long strenuous hours, maxing out our mental capacity’s?! And for what?! What I am doing right now that is benefiting me in any way, shape or form? I’m fucking trying man…I’m fucking trying. Every time I turn around my dads in my face about his business, my mom is asking for money, and my sister is being rude to people by not speaking. Why can’t I simply have one good day? One day where I can just skate and come home to a meal and my lady making my favorite pie?

I remember asking my friend Danny what the meaning of life is. He told me that life is a blank canvas and you can paint anything. I thought about it and was like “Wow, I fucking suck at art.”
September 17, 2014

art, art is hard, life, UPS
Can I Say Hello Jane?

Its funny, don’t even know you but I think about you
You’re on my mind, all the time I’ve even dreamed about you
Could be desire or my lust but it don’t make a difference
Thought about an old lady but your beauty is my witness
Can’t even figure it out, what am I doing dawg!
All I do is look and pretend the room is full of smog
So I don’t think you’re looking, or even try to catch a glimpse
Everything inside my head is fantasy, never real as shit
I gotta stop stalling but I say its too late
I sometimes catch a glance but get scared and just over think
I need to stop acting like a kid and just spit it out
But life ain’t what it seems and the walls begin to pile around…

July 22, 2014

dispair, jane doe, love, poem, poetry
What the hell is a Wixom?

I remember the day as if it were yesterday. What is it? Better yet what the hell is an “is?” Can we is? Before I get too side tracked on this “ising” aspect, I remember the day when Mr. Wixom walked through the door. He walked in standing tall with a clean shaven head and an atomic wedgie from hell. Just as another terrible human being from this hellish society, I began to judge him, thinking of him as a weirdo and quietly making fun of him in my head. He was dead silent when he walked into the class room, only making occasional heavy breathing noise’s. The eerie silence went on for a good 5 minutes before it was broken by a slightly deep, smooth, and clear radio reporter voice. I was shocked; while making fun of him in my head, I envisioned him having one of those obese fat guy voices. I was dead wrong.

I don’t want to sound like some weirdo, but this man has a beautiful voice and a very astounding love for the English language. For an entire semester his teaching was relentless. He engaged the entire class into casual or argumentative conversations, drilled us on how we should refrain from passive words, and would occasionally slap himself on the wrist for using sexist language. His love for teaching English was rubbed deeply into my brain and is still sitting comfortable inside waiting for its time to shine. The art of writing is beautiful and was instilled by a man who not only can talk in a southern accent better than me, but who is still fuzzy on the whole “Good, Bad thing” (Ghost Buster joke).

I am glad that I took Mr. Wixoms class. He made me love writing. He has given me and entire new outlook on reading and writing, in which I plan to implement more into my life. I want to be the best, become a better writer and make my blog look incredible on the web. The enjoyment and fulfillment just doesn’t stop on this site, I hope to go farther and write for other sites and maybe even columns!

In the end, all of this enthusiasm and ego boost goes to this very weird man named Mr. Wixom. I thank him everyday for the knowledge he has passed down to me.

So what is a Wixom? Well it is just a name, but Mr. Wixom is a knowledgeable teacher with the powers of Obi Wan Kenobe and Master Splinter combined.

Ps, What is “ising?” Can we is? Here, I’ll “is” real quick…….

The End. 😀

May 5, 2014

class, clean shaven head, english, english language, ghost busters, jctc, reading, teacher, thank you, wixom, Writing
Well…

Its been a while since I have talked to you guys that keep up with my blog or at least read it. I haven’t been doing much lately but going to school and skateboarding.

That really is it; I haven’t done anything but learn how to be a better writer and learn how to put a bunch of numbers together to make a bigger one. lol How awesome is that? Oh, I learned how to use a semicolon. Well at least I think I did. haha!

April 6, 2014

april, post, random, well
Free Writing Pt. 1

Yeah, so now what?

Ya come this far in life and then you come across a post like this.

Well its simple my friends, when I speak you listen and when I listen you speak. There is nothing more here then just a non-finalized way of ending a bad conversation but when you don’t try your best to think about it you get caught up in all the bogus crap hipsters leave out in the road.

I like to sometimes look at everything as a trial and the time you go to bed is the tribulations. I got a funny story to tell that has to do with trials and tribulations but its to long to explain. The point is that when you got one thing to do and you get side tracked, then things get really messy. Like right now.

I would like to think I am sounding smart but in all reality I am not. I am just wasting time as usually just spilling the beans of a worthless human who stands on top of a rolling piece of wood.

February 22, 2014

crap, entry, free writing, reading, rubbish, Writing