New-new

well, i've been thinking for a while, doing some uh self evaluating, reading over these blog posts,mine and others. And i've been realizing that my posts have been depressing and angry. At the time i couldn't help but to posts things like that here. I felt like, well still do, that this is my only outlet that will extract my feelings without judgement. Also not many read it so its like i'm not telling anyone....idk...weird. so yeah this 1 will be different. itll be different for now on. this one will be a tad light hearted.

ehh hem (clears throat) Let me begin.

I NO LONGER GIVE A FUCK. =).....wooo isn't that a breath of fresh air

ok...let me elaborate.

I say that to mean....i don't care bout shit anymore

only the important stuff like college and work and crap.

everything and everybody else can jump off a bridge. I wouldn't wish it on them but if it happens to occur...hey what can i do?

oh yeah...i smoke....sue me

only on occasion tho

not on some heavy shit

sad part bout it i HATE MALES THAT SMOKE....well not guy friends but guys im "with"..it isn't a good characteristic to me

and i dont think girls that smoke are cute....ehh but the exception is ME =D

Oh yea i drink too....prefer that

clothes....and kicks....dont matta to me anymore

well they do

but theyre not as important to me as b4

well clothes still are

kicks...ehh....i like shoes...boots =D

Another thing...guys suck

gimmie a white boy

matta fact gimmie some one that knows how to treat a girlie....old fashioned way

=]

i got a G1....shit smooth no G.

Where the hoes at?

Is there something wrong with me?

Come please, I'm calling

hurry, I'm falling, I'm falling

at the edge. brink of life and death. what do i choose? I JUMP. 

You ever go some where and not feel comfortable. Like your presence doesn't make a difference? Yea well, in my case, the place i am the most isn't what it should be. Walking up the hill to my building is like walking back to your cell after your outside time is over. Its like me being here is pointless... my existence doesn't matter nor is cared for. Sometimes i just wanna keep walking past it...then i look in my wallet. DRY. Then i look at my phone. i ring the bell. =[. 

I find my self looking forward to the end of the world sometimes. which is weird to me because I'm terrified of death. But the thought of my spirit being able to lie with the stars is more beautiful than any Picasso or Van-goh painting. So free and lively. I think of it now as tears come to my eyes. I long for that. But being here, in this rut, is my reality. REALITY SUCKS. Because reality sucks....i get lost. I get lost in music. I get lost in fun. I get lost in work. Just to get away from crap. Yea you're thinking "you can run all want "Ari" the problem is still gonna be there". FUCK YOU. I know that dumb assess. i don't care. running from issues works for me. so take your inhibitions. i know nothing i said has to do with inhibitions but i don't care.

Another thing. 

                         I'm lonely. & I don't like it. They always say you have to learn how to be by yourself. I know how to be by myself. that isn't the issue. I just don't like being by myself. i want someone/people to take me to new heights. see new things. do new things. talk about new things. I need someone/people that actually listen. That isn't/aren't closed minded. That wont try to make feel stupid or inferior. That wont negate me. Someone/people that will take me OUTER SPACE( love that song by the way). i used to have that... that's a different story.

nite nite

P.S...... DOGS DO NOT NEED JACKETS A SHOES. COME ON PEOPLE.

OH YEAH......umm....i usually don't do this...uh OK I'm lying.

Just some thoughts

Its 11:04 pm. Do you know where your children are? I'm about to wash my hair. Kind of late right? I know. I've been procrastinating. I'm going to get to that later. Umm. WE INTERRUPT THIS SHOW TO BRING YOU THIS. 1st thought of the night and some comments. What is wrong with the female species these days. It seems to me that minute after minute, the female gets more emotional. Its annoying because we're emotional creatures to begin with. That plus more emotion equals DANGER. I catch myself getting emotional sometimes. I quickly try to tap into my "guy" side and shut all that gushy shit out. Sometimes I can't help it. I AM HUMAN. But damn it seem like all the other girls just let these emotions take control. Then they wanna shut people out that didn't do anything to them. That is what peeves me the most. You're feeling bad? OK. But don't give me your ass to kiss. Because I DEFINITELY WONT. You could hop off a bridge if you want. Ill still go to your funeral and say how much of a "good and caring person you was". Psshhh. Next thought. Where the fuck is the romance guys? Did that shit just disappear off the face of the earth? What happened to wanting to take a girl out. Buy her a few things. Instead we get a trip to the free crib and you expect us to be ecstatic. NEGATIVE. I like to be wined and dined. I'm just a hopeless romantic I guess. Next thought. I really dislike overly judgemental people. I think its rude and uncalled for. Everyone has their flaws. You don't have to pick at them 24/7. DAMN. Another thought. DON'T IGNORE ME. The fuck. YOU TELL ME YOU WANNA TALK TO ME THEN YA ASS GETS DISTRACTED for whatever dumb ass so called "REASON". UGH THAT'S FUCKING ANNOYING. That one just popped up. I've really stressed and out of focus (if that makes sense). These college things and stuff is crazy. Don't think I'm ready and i feel people look down on me. Next thought. I need more GUY friends. Girls are too much work. Next thought. MURDA MOOK WON THAT BATTLE BETWEEN HIM AND SERIOUS JONES. Next thought. I NEED TO GET AWAY. Somewhere I've never been. Somewhere no one knows me. Next thought. I often wonder who likes me and who doesn't and why?. Idk. Its interesting to know. Last thought of the night i guess. I gotta wash my hair. This is the most important one i guess. This election coming up is EXTREMELY IMPORTANT. Its the most historical as well. We have OBAMA vs MCCAIN. What i really want to talk about is the plot to kill Obama. There are many, many plots to kill him. AND IT PISSES ME OFF. This country is full of IGNORANT BIGOTS. It amazes me to see that in hundreds of years since slavery, we've come this far to just go backwards. We are on a downward spiral straight into hell and i don't want to be here when the ground begins to open up. Its a scary thought because if OBAMA wins, there are going to be race riots. It will not be safe for black people anywhere. These crazy ignorant bastards planned on shooting up a black school. WTF. This is insane. It really causes me pain and heartache to think about the kind of people that live in this country. Well that's all for tonight. We will return back to your scheduled programming.

homecomming

Well i been off this blog ish for a little over a week... almost 2. If you thought shit couldn't go drastically wrong in a weeks time... YOU ARE MISTAKEN. This has been the worst, absolute worst, week of my 17 years of living. Things happened that i could barely recover from. Im not talking about failing a test or missing the bus....I'm talking about having your heart trampled on by a pair of asolos. Then chewed up. Blew some bubbles. Spit out into the sewer. Worst part about that is i couldn't get enough. I cant help myself. I'm still riding. Towards the end of the week things got a little better. Im confused tho. I hate confusion. Trust is a now an even bigger issue. The weekend was great. This is the reunion it should have been only w/o the tears. Until next time....... 

A day off: realizations

OK. So there's no school for public school students today due to the Jewish holiday of Yom Kippur. So I'm home relaxing watching the CW11 morning line up. You know 2 episodes of Maury, Jerry Springer (which i slept through), and The Steve Wilkos Show. Now I'm the Steve Wilkos show and I'm getting upset. The topic is dead beat dads. Its always the women who go on there crying and hyperventilating talking about how their drug dealing boyfriends don't help them with their babies. My heart goes out to them of course, but i think they are stupid in the first place to lay down and make a child with someone like that. Babies sometimes change men, having a baby makes them want to be a better man. But in reality that doesn't happen to often. So maybe they need to be a lil more selective as to who they sleep with because you never know what can happen. Don't get me wrong I'm not blaming it TOTALLY on the women, majority of the situation is the mens fault. They need to step the fuck and take care of their kids. What goes on in their head that makes them not want to take care of their kids. It just doesn't make much sense to me. The shit that really tripped me out was the topic for tomorrow's episode. A man's 4 yr old daughter was taken to the doctor. Turns out she has an STD. He has the same STD she has. THE MOTHER DOESNT CARE. WTF?? What the hell is going through your damn head to have you have sex with your 4 year old daughter and then give her an STD. And to have her mother still lay up with this man like nothing is wrong is disgusting. WHAT IS THIS WORLD COMING TO? Im seriously scared as to the world my kids will be living. Shit getting serious. We out here playing games like everything gonna be fine and dandy. WAKE THE FUCK UP PEOPLE!!

Um yeah

Feeling some type of way. Just gonna listen to some angry Philly Battle Rap. Maybe that'll take my mind off of things. ::watches video, raps along:: Nope still thinking about shit. Hmm what'll work? Anyway I was on the train at the 125Th train stop and as it was passing through the station (it's outside) I was looking at the horizon where the tall co-op looking buildings were and i thought "This will all be gone one day... what will become of us?" Ehh just a thought. "Ill leave you brain dead on some mental shit, I'm on some other shit". Just gonna talk to myself for the rest of the night. Got a LONG conversation ahead of me. Hehe. Nite. 

Ps. Going to get back to really "posting" as soon as my days start looking up. NEED TO SHOP. New things always make me happy. Want some new friends too. Any takers? www.myspace.com/imohsoharlem (hate that URL but hey can't change it =/) Oh yeah gonna need a prom date... kinda early i know but hey gotta start looking now.....HIT ME UP...i get bored. Also wants another piercing and two tattoos b4 school ends. ANY IDEAS. I'm just rambling now at this point. Just bored. A little lonely. This the longest PS ever. I DONT CARE. Don't like it? Fuck off and don't read it. That was mean. I'm sorry. Feel free to come back anytime. Been feeling a little delayed. Niggas give me deep throat on speed boats the weed smoke that we smoke while we coast make me flow.... I sound a lil crazy right? ehh shit happens. Thats my motto for tonight.... shit happens. Gonna take me a bottle of BAILEYS and chill. Empty bed =/. UGH. Getting sick and tired of being sick and tired. Got questions? ASK EM. Later. (don't ask the questions later dumb assess i mean later as in talk to you later)

Burning Bridges

I do it for a reason. Sometimes. Burning bridges. If you don't know what that means it means cutting people off, disregarding their existence, so on and so forth. Some people I've cut off for my own good. Other I've cut off for their own good. I don't like what some people have become. And they might not like what I've become. Oh well so be it. Life does go on. Sometimes i feel bad you know. I've grown with some of these people. And to have to cut them off hurts sometimes. Its gotten to the point where even their sheer presence irks my nerves. Others I've just stopped speaking to. I don't know exactly why. I just don't have anything to really say to them. So since i have nothing to say, I say nothing. Works out in a way. They always say "you'll regret it". Well life is about regret so FUCK OFF. I'm genuinely very nice but i don't like to be toyed with. I don't think anyone does. You're NOT going to be nice when you want and treat me like shit when you're feeling low. I'm not gonna try and be around you if you don't fucking know if you want to be alone or not. SICK OF BEING "there" for people. Whenever i do begin talking about myself (which is not often) people's attention is usually diverted to something else. Don't wanna listen to me FINE. But when your ass is on the brink of killing yourself I hope you tie that noose tight enough, don't want you to slip out now do we?Oh yeah don't forget to blame the world in your suicide note. Dumb trick. Sounds kind of harsh. Im sorry. Kind of. Just not in the best of moods as you can clearly see. Just a tired of getting the short end of the stick sometimes. Can i have the WHOLE stick... just once?. Sheesh. Now i feel better. Sorta. On a lighter note, Im thinking about cutting my hair shorter. Those who know me, let me know what you think. 

From the heart

Night after night she lies alone with just her thoughts to keep her company. The smooth music playing with her ears calms her soul. This is how she unwinds at night. Cherry Martinez (105.1 Sexy in the city) playing in the distance helps her sleep. Eyes get heavy, hearts get light, and off to dream land she goes... She feels his touch. A simple hug sends chills up her and down her spine. His face she cant see but its his touch she longs for. The sheer thought of this mystery man parts her dream clouds and the scene begins. Standing around a deserted neighborhood at night,she waits. The mystery man creeps up behind her, so slyly, she doesn't sense him. He touches her shoulder and tells her not to turn around. He whispers sweet things in her ear while caressing her neck. He plants sweet kisses from her ear to her collarbone and back up to her ear. He puts his hands around her waist, feeling her shape, enjoying every curve. She easily melts into his arms. Pressing up against her, he kisses the back of her neck, biting ever so softly. She shudders. Oh how long she's waited for this night. He softly grabs her hand as she grips his for dear life. She never wants to let go. They go for a sweet stroll in the moonlight. Sitting on a park bench, she lies her head on his chest in sheer bliss. He leans down and tells her how beautiful she is. She turns so she's facing him. After gazing into each others eyes, her hands her a note. As she begins opening the note, the light goes dim and he begins to fade. She reaches out to him, but in the blink of an eye he is gone, into oblivion. She wakes up in a cold sweat. She looks around her empty bedroom, looks down at her empty bed. Tears start to stream down her face. "Everything was just a dream......"

RockBottom

yeah. so yesterday was the 1st time I've felt my lowest in a very long time. I hit the ground hard and I didn't think there was any recovery from that. But i spoke to a good friend of mine who really told me the truth. I'm not living. I go on day by day miserable because of something i cant control. She told me I'm killing my self over this every night. She was right. She told me I'm holding myself back. She was right (again). She told me I'm going to become an old hag and that she wouldn't be able to roll with me. She was right. I love her. But anyways. I beat myself up every night, losing sleep, waiting and thinking and crying. I feel outside of myself. I look in the mirror and don't recognize me sometimes. Its crazy how one can transform from an independent person, to a dependent pathetic feeble person. I'm not dependent and i refuse to go on like I am. Its gon be hard. But i have my own life to live. Your are your life and thats it. Live it wisely.

heavy eyes, heavy heart

"These cuts that I've caused, are never too deep to heal, peel back the bandage, see the scars, from countless careless things, feel yourself drifting,pull away, well nothing feels real anymore...."

"The fear sets in, of knowing how short our time is, shortness of the time, not a single excuse to prove that we were meant for this, everything starts to spin, all at once, IF YOU HEAR SOMETHING STRANGE IN MY VOICE.....OH ITS CONVICTION DETEST MY WORDS..THEY HAVE NO ILL MEANING." 

sitting here listening to my fav band....mind racing...again...NO PEACE in a while. Losing my mind. Things dont feel real anymore. Got lonely days ahead of me. Nite.

  

sleep horrors

ugh. 4:07 am. Im up. Had a stupid nightmare. About who? My little brother. Now you KNOW he gotta be something if he's giving me nightmares. Sitting up talking to a friend. Getting hungry. Felt like blogging. Hehhhehe blogging. Word is funny. Yea. Um. Yea. Later

=]

Enjoy the musica.

You could change the song at the bottom of the page if you want....SMARTIES.

-nite.....ARI

As the story is told.....

She stands in front of her bathroom mirror. Wipes the steam away. Arranges the items around her sink so they look neat. "Clean freak" she says to herself. She flips her hair back and stares into the mirror. She is looking for more than what's there. She needs answers. Answers to questions she's scared to ask. The walls begin to talk, they begin to close in. In a panic, she runs to the only place she feels comfortable, where the walls whisper sweet nothings and the music soothes her soul. Just in her towel she plops herself into her bed. The house is quiet. No one is home. Her thoughts are too loud and are driving her crazy. Too many running around at once. Cluttering her mind. She hates clutter. Suddenly she hears keys juggling. 7:00pm. "Shit" she whispers. Dad's home. More like the gates of hell has opened. He goes straight to her room. She's fumbling to put clothes on as he bombards his way into her room. She slides into a corner on her bed."No need to get fancy for me" he says with a sinister smirk on his face. She squirms. "Stop looking so scared girlie, I just came in here to say hi" he says as he runs his hand up her thigh. She shudders. "Be back in a few... store run" he says with a wink. He turns and leaves the room. The one place she feels comfortable, wanted, has been turned into a hell hole, where the walls taunt her and the music cuts her flesh like little razors. She decides she cant take this anymore. She undresses. Runs to the bathroom and runs a bath. Steps out and goes into her Dad's office and grabs his 9mm. As she is walking back to the bathroom, naked, her father walks in the house. "All this for me"? he says. Disgusted, she entertains him. "Yes, daddy all for you. I have something special for you if follow me into the bathroom". she says teasing him. Without hesitation, her sick fuck of a father follows her. She lays in the tub, with the gun behind her back. She tells him to close his eyes. He does so, excitedly. She pulls out the gun. "Open your eyes father". He does so. She pulls the trigger. Blood and brains splatters against every wall..... "911. How can we be of assistance?" Frantically, "My, My, My, Oh MY Gosh, She blew her brain out, she blew her brains out. My daughter, Oh GOD!!!!!!"......and thats how the story goes.

Something Light

I felt this song went with the theme of the blog post tonight about love so here's a little bit of EMAROSA for ya:

HER ADVICE COST US A LIFE

It was all simple words, playful at best

So the story starts...

Who am I to say that she's missing out on anything worth effort these days?

She lays in an empty room, unconscious, as the day passes her by

(thats not all)

Right away, we fell into each other head first

Not even the shallow sign could stop it when our souls met

Now its up to us to keep this strong

Little did we know that it planted, something that would tear us apart

The miles start to hurt

The days begin to kill

Its all in your eyes

The smell of your smoke perfume

Soon love turns to lust, then back to....

Nothing.... nothing.

Inflated Infatuation

Seems like as time goes by, "love" is getting more common. Remember when the avg. relationship was like 2 weeks and one would get "hype" after that 2 week mark? Then it jumped to 5 months and that's when sex became part of the equation, like there was some type of deadline. Now it seems like everyone is together for at least a year. This makes me think that the 1 year mark is not as special and shouldn't be treated as such. This also makes staying in a relationship harder. You see, if every one's getting into relationships and its lasting a year it makes it seem like anyone could do it. Thus giving off the impression that love is common thing and if you lose it now you could get it back. THIS SHOULD NOT BE THE CASE. I think if you find love now, and not love by society's standards, but love by YOUR standards, you should stick with it and make an effort towards it. Its a beautiful thing with all its flaws and deformities. The whole "pimp" thing is overrated. Been there. Done that. Took pictures. Came back and smacked you with them. It doesn't feel the same as having that one that you know you can go to with anything on looking like anything and saying anything. Also there's no stability in it. Not saying that there's stability in a relationship cause when you really think about it there isn't that's why people cheat. But there's a false sense of stability that's feels INCREDIBLE. Love is one of those undefined words that you just can't really grasp. It changes you. IT CAN (and most likely will if its true love) DRIVE YOU CRAZY. Love reminds me of a class in school. In the beginning its easy and smooth rolling. But as time goes on and you get deeper into the class you get more tests and the tests get harder. Love is just like that. IT TESTS YOU EVERY CHANCE IT GETS. And the tests get harder and bigger and the stakes are raised. One good thing about love is that it teaches you morals. Right from Wrong. Teaches you valuable lessons.......... Sitting here eating Chinese food writing this blog makes me wonder about my own situation. In all my relationships (not many), I never had to rely on sheer faith to keep us together. Its a scary thing too. With the situation being as it is (he's away at college), I get scared everyday that it might be the day things end. I mean with him being "busy" with whatever he's doing, i don't really get a good fair chance to speak to him. Its easy for me to feel as if I'm being pushed aside. I don't really say much. I don't want to be a burden but sheesh can a sister feel some type of love over here (seriously). I'm not used to being away from him for such a long time and i don't think he understands how deep it cuts. Like I've spoke to his brother more (whose down north Carolina (LOVE YOU RAY!) and left earlier than him) than i have him. I mean he says "i love you" and "i miss you" and i believe him but i mean i guess we're just at different levels of "love" and "miss". Cant force anyone to see things your way i guess. All i want is to feel as if he never left, if that's even possible. If it isn't, then just give me, for a split second (OK maybe more than that), the peace of mind that things will be OK. Oh yeah and to add on to the freaking anxiety of that, I'm going off to college my self next year. LIKE WTF WILL HAPPEN THEN!!!???!!! Maybe I'm holding on to strong. Or maybe I'm holding on to something i shouldn't. I don't know but I'm going to continue holding on until my arms fall off. I love him. That much i know. Don't know where I'll end up, but i know in the end it'll be a lesson learned. (I LOVE HIM 6-3-07)

Epiphany

Just sitting here thinking and talking to a great friend of mine.

A couple realizations of the night:

1. I love Nico =]
2. Emarosa went into my head, took my thoughts, and put them to music. BEST BAND EVER.
3. I'm am a hopeless romantic. The little shit DOES count. I like the little slip ins of I LOVE YOU's and YOUR BEAUTIFUL even when i look and feel like ass. The impromptu dates to random little places. Soft kisses, soft touches. Too bad the ONE I'm with doesn't see it the same. Maybe it ends after the first few months. I thought it took years like with old married couples. Guess not. Only been like 16 months (translates to a year and 4 months but whose counting) but damn this shit ended like after the 11Th month....shit sucks.
4. My mental stability left when HE did. I find myself outside of myself sometimes. I like it and i don't. Weird.
5. I think a lot of girls look for the absent love of their fathers... within their boyfriends. NOT HEALTHY. Because when they leave... and start doing them, its EASY (as 1.2.3.) to feel neglected and unwanted. That eventually leads to them looking for that love in other boys. And its down hill from there.
6. We, as human beings, give the power to anyone and everyone to validate our existence. It could be the most disgusting, vile person and we give it up so easy. Maybe in impossible not to. Because when you think about it, if you don't, you wont feel like you really exist unless someone says you do.
7. Music saves a little of my sanity. Clears my thoughts.. Well helps explain them.

And last but not least

    

     8.  You are your life. And nothing else. Make it worth while.

g'nite...again....foreal this time...i think

=]

Oh yeah...a little bit of EMAROSA for ya. JUST A LITTLE BIT.

HEADS OR TAILS REAL OR NOT

You loved it when my heart dropped

You paused, stopped, and walked away

Full of content that it went your away

These cuts that I've caused

Are never too deep to heal

Peel back the bandage , see the scars

From countless careless things

Feel yourself drifting, pulled away

Well, nothing feels real anymore

Im not taking my time anymore

TO show you how i feel 

TO show you who i am

Cause its locked away

Just my Luck

No real blogging tonight.

Sick.

PMS.

g'nite my pretties. 

PS. Feeling like shit physically DOESN'Tmesh well with feeling like shit mentally.

I really rather have my peace of mind....any day.

signed:ARI-HUETTE

Don't BLINK.....

So yeah today was a VERY long day.

The longest this week so far.

Seems like I was needed in different places all at once... well I was but I HATE that feeling.

People really got on my nerves today.

I'm captain of my dance team at school so today was the second session of auditions. On top of the 15 most shy, timid, uncooperative girls and the 2 crazy ass boys i had yesterday, i got a good 10 more today. And the best part about that (TOTAL SARCASM) was the fact that i only had 3 people helping me. Everybody CONVENIENTLY had something to do.... including me. I had to go downtown to the Foundation Center to look up grants and things for college. Jumping back to tryouts. These girls just couldn't grasp how serious this was to me. So i had to pull a bitch move. I cut like 8 girls in the middle of practice. I just couldn't take the bullshit anymore. I was getting ready to curse these people out. When the cuts were over the atmosphere felt so much better. All in all i got some good girls today. The whole Foundation Center thing was cool.

Changed my whole outlook on things. This leads me into what i really want to write about..

Today was the 1st time a piece of literature changed the way i view the world. Yeah the teacher always asks "How has this affected you?" and you give the bullshit answer "Its like changed the way i see things blah blah blah." But today i can truly honestly say I've been changed. Its this play we're reading in English titled No exit by Jean-Paul Sartre. There are 3 characters that are put in hell together in one room with no eyelids,constant light, 3 couches, mantle piece, an ugly statue, and a paper knife. Throughout the play (which is mighty short (46 pages)) the characters discuss their stories and reasons as to why they're in hell, go through their trials and tribulations, and towards the end one of the character makes the realest statement ever. He says You remember all we were told about the torture chambers,the fire... old wives tales!... There is no need for red hot pokers..HELL IS OTHER PEOPLE. I read this and said OH SHIT. He's absolutely right. When you think about it, there are just those people that are put here to torture you whether physically or mentally or both. We are literally in hell on earth now. This kind of eases my mind about death. Weird. But it does. Also, songs really changed my outlook on things. Its this one band whose songs tend to open my eyes to certain things. Their songs are more like poems that don't rhyme that are put to music. SO TOUGH!!!... I gotta see em in concert. Like listening to music today, like my song selection, almost made me break down into tears... ON THE TRAIN. I dead serious shed a tear. It was really moving. Maybe because everything seemed to relate to me. They say that when you're sad or feeling some type of way (TEEN SLANG) everything seems to relate. Been feeling a little lonely but I'll get to that later.

This was the soft side of ARI..don't get used to it. >=/

So yeah, I'm off this bloggers until tomorrow.......

Oh yea i know you're wondering... where are the mind games i was hinting at? Don't worry... I like to lure my victims in b4 twisting their brains like little tight dred-locks (weird analogy... yeah i know). HAVE A NICE NITE

Prelude: .....Here she comes

Hey bloggers... name's Ari. 

New to blogspot. 

Just started writing because this is a way to clear my mind at the end of everyday. Also it's kind of like talking to someone when you don't have anyone (at the moment) to talk to.

I didn't really want to start a blog because it seems like a fad but hey what the hell... I'm bored... so i might as well.

Well I'll be writing lots of stories here about my daily life... some may be factual... others may be a little fictional. YOU'D NEVER KNOW. Unless I tell you. Which I wont. Now the ball is in my court and that's where it will stay. When your at my page you are believing what I tell you to believe. That's the major fun in all this. As of now i'll keep it short and sweet. Thanks and come again. There are wonders that await you....... LATER!

oh yeah by the way... my name is NOT really Ari...I just like it a lot  =)