hold my hand until the end 

I keep letting myself get behind in these stories. I'm not really sure why. I'll catch up. then let a few days build up on me. Maybe I go by the posting of everyone else. Some post all the week's stories at once. All I know is, I'm gonna work on recreating my nightly posting habit. 

Even though I hate sunday's, I had something to look forward to today. Selection Sunday!!! Everybody fill out your brackets! May the best college basketball team win lol

Jordan: Yo Tajh why you looking at him like that?
Tajh: Cause man....
Jordan: Ctfu o shit I know why, you uncomfortable in here because of what happen, aren't you?
Tajh: Lol yea man that shit making want to leave. 
Jordan: Lol chill chill we just got here, just go talk to Naadir and all them and get your mind off it. 
Tajh: Ard man I didn't come all the way down here this late at night to just go home. We're going to have a good time.
Jordan: Lol ard bro lets get it. 

I hate Sundays, so freakin' much

No matter what the road. Our paths still has a load of loves, and lust and not much trust. But are really telling me that this can't be us?? Hold on, let me get this right. You want us to be official and make this thing for real. Are you for real? Baby let me know! You want to make me the happiest man in the world, is that the deal? Girl for real?! Baby please be sure :/

Today I woke up, taught a Sunday school class, went to see Red Riding Hood (which was actually kind of good), visited my grandmother for a few minutes, took a shower and then I almost fell asleep while playing guitar. Pretty good day, sleepy day, but pretty good day.

I spent my weekend watching Quentin Tarantino movies. Reservoir Dogs, Jackie Brown, From Dusk Till Dawn, and Death Proof. I enjoy his movies a lot and always find the shots and dialogue interesting. However one thing that really bothers me about his movies are in at least every single one he has made, including the ones not mentioned, he had a scene with feet in them. It pains me to love his movies and at the same time know that I have to watch a scene where he displays his foot fetish in some type of way. Now its my personal thing but I hate feet with a burning passion. They disgust me, wether they are pretty or not I hate them. They way the look, smell, move just makes my skin crawl. I also have a hatred for Cockroaches if I see one I itch and I tense up. But I've been to a museum and held a Madagascar Hissing Cockroach, which is big and nasty, and I would without hesitation say that I rather hold 5 cockroaches then be near someone bare feet or have someone bare feet touch me. I can google image feet and cringe the entire way through but I can easily look at someone head blown off by a shot gun and not flinch. Below is a conversation I had with Mustapha one night about feet, just to give you a taste of my hate for them. ​

It was a normal friday day in school. Everything was well. 2nd period just ended and now it was my lunch time. I always look forward to lunch because I’m always hungry. I packed myself a large turkey ham hoagie from the corner store. It was delicious.