yes i am updating! Shocking isnt it ?

I have come to the conclusion after some productive conversation with my best friend, that the truth is the best thing. We all know that sometimes the truth hurts. not just telling it but to the person who the truth is being told to. but did you know that it hurts even more when that person knows it wasnt the truth. a blunt reality is something everyone can get over, but a truth hidden in some dramatization and weightless excuse hurts even more for a lot longer. I know this from experiance. So for some advice, just tell it how it is. And thats how it is. And if you think i may be talking about you. then stop lying and tell the truth always or else you wouldnt be feeling like that. And if you think that there is a reason i may be talking about you then please dont EVER lie to me and just TELL me how it really is.

WOW

today was the most insane day of the year. lets just say that we are lucky that brent is still alive, that omar and brent got home tonight, and that omar still kind of has a car. i didnt crash or anything but i did get a flat. we were fine and i pulled over. We attempt to fix it ourselves by using this little piece of shit jack that my piece of shit car came with. and lets just say the jack slipped and my car almost crushed brent. i almost had a heart attack because my friend almost broke. Then brent yells at the poor AAA lady on the phone because he was traumatized. and then AAA finaly shows up and we all live happilly ever after ... sorta. with a little more psychological problems then we needed for the night. and right back to studying. and it all started when we decided to go to taco bell for dinner and to borders to return a book

WOW

oh yeah and have a nice day

TODAY OMAR FOCUSED AFTER WORK AND GOT LUCKY WITH THE HOMEWORK LOAD.

WORLD LIT        ----  ROCKED

SPANISH 5          ----  ROCKED

AP GOV               ----  ROCKED

PRE CALC           ----  ROCKED

AMERICAN LIT  ----  ROCKED

THATS RIGHT OMAR IS FREE AND RELAXED  .....  FOR NOW!

Well today i went on like this shopping spree thing for cds i guess you can say. i bought some matchbox 20, blink 182, Red hot chili peppers greatest hits, and ummmm Five for fighting. i am still going to buy more cds tomarrow. Today after some boring waste of life at work that i didnt really feel like doing, I went home and was inspired to right poetry. I dont know why exactly thats just something that happens ever so suddenly. I right a lot of poetry. I would post them but those just may be way to personal for the average individual to comprehend. Looking at it in that perspective i just see myself as the only above average person worthy of knowing what i right. Although some people will get to see some sometimes. But really who cares about my poetry. I dont even know why i wrote about this today, I dont even know anything anymore. Whats going on? WHY WHY WHY?????????

This morning my mother gave new meening to the words breakfast in bed. She decided that omar doesnt want to sleep on sunday morning, him closing his eyes and snorining is just a code for make me breakfast and wake me up. i found it funny that all the other days of the week they dont even TRY to wake up and make me breakfast, just on sudays the only day that i can sleep in. Anyways she comes in and brings me this breakfast like croisants or something and tries to place it on my bed. Those of you who dont know my bed is like a raised bed with a desk underneeth it. On top of that my mom is WAYYYY short. she barely gets it over the ledge that allows me not to kill myself while sleeping. and the cup of water she had on the tray spills all over me and the bed and i was forced toget out anyways. WTF.

oh yeah and have a nice day !