summer.

it's been too fun to blog.
going rafting next saturday.

=)

-Dan.

uncertainty.

i've done a lot of thinking over the past few hours. it's been triggered by...

i guess a lot of things. there are a lot of certain things in life. there are a lot of things i'm uncertain about as well.

-Dan.

writing raps!?

shoddy is a eenie meenie miney mo lover!?

and i'm confused about a lot of things right now.

and i'm writing raps.

first over the Thank U instrumental then over Paris, Tokyo. it's fun, new, exciting. sooo... we'll see how long this lasts.

Paris, Tokyo verse:

UGH. The typhoon that you slept through.

now you're drowning, black magicians to the rescue.

my art official (artificial) like babies from a test tube.

let's take it back like a tribe called quest do.

See, it was me and the dame

that i was feeling in my chest.

but she was w. this dude,

just a damsel in distress.

cause he was treating her the worst.

so when i got the chance,

i just offered her 'The Works'.

i said you need to ditch the lame cause i could show you thangs.

that will make your jaw drop and leave your eyes wide open and,

make your problems disappear.

i could take you to the beaches where the waters clear.

i'll take you to the mountain tops near the sky,

where the sunrise is only rivaled by your eyes...

she took a moment to reply.

she said i don't know.

i told her i would take her where the nile river flows.

or where the rain forest grows.

if only she would go....

if only she would go....

------

i just record these joints on my phone. ahaha. for funzys. =)

-Dan.

spring 2010.

CHEM II- B+
A & P II - A
BIO II - A
PSYC - B-
Art Apprec. - A

my gpa is still a lowly 3.3, because of a terrible first semester.
Eff psychology.
next semester, the bar is getting raised.

-Dan.

philadelphia.

what a great day. i'll look at it like the unofficial start of sumer.

i wasn't even sure if i was going to philly today, but i'm definitely glad i did.

i woke up @ 9 and talked to my sweet heart for an hour or so.

then i met gorenna @ chris' house. she was late, as was expected.

then we went to philadelphia. quick hits.

bubble tea.

BK: 20 minutes for one spicy chicken crisp. a black man in a purple suit talking to us through a window. he reminded me of rack `em willie. i saw him twice, once again @ the bus stop. crazy!?!

messing around on a giant game board, i think it was.

chris dancing on some gay guys car in the middle of the street.

love park.

art mueseum.

asian fist pumps galore.

cheering on drunk white people as they get out of a limo.

londo bridging the same white people as they get back in. disney channel!

I RIPPED MY PANTS. =O

and then, the banger.

CHEESE STEAKS.

shouts to: gorrenna, chris, zefanne and jew9uh, m&m, feljohns, grace, legend, ian, a'paco'lypse, jr, and my man in the purple suit.

get @ us.

-Dan.

semester is almost over.

here's hoping that i get 5 A's.

and the heat lost. =(

-Dan.

wtf test?

i had a test in chemistry today. the fuhg?

and i have a test tomorrow. and thursday. super science test week!

cheers.

-Dan.

poetry.

it's nice. i really feel like it's been growing up w. me. this is just something i threw together last night, instead of doing my midterm essay for art appreciation. i'm planning on breaking it up into separate pieces, but that's for later.

THOUGHTS.

it only takes one "it's over" to make everything that preceded those words irrelevant.
and while you're hell bent on trying to mold mud into something that's heaven sent,
we're moving on, through broken bonds. clogging our tear ducts like tampons.

i remember the words exchanged. from me to her. from her to me.
but unlike van Gogh's work, real life's Starry Nights don't last an eternity,

life is about balance. finding the right mixture.
we live life
with only enough time to catch a brief glimpse of The Big Picture

a reference to the last note on perspective.
i write to vent truth, not to be remembered or accepted.
it doesn't make a difference whether you admire or reject it.

i said when it's over, it's irrelevant
whether you embraced, adored, or ignored us.
whether this leads to a homeless poet or a rapper with a tour bus,
me and my clique of words i keep in my backpack like doras
will keep inking murals of morals.

the verses i write. the stanzas i say,
whether forgotten like dreams,
or remembered like P. Sherman, 42 Wallaby Way,
are here to stay.

-Dan.

sexy.

-Dan.

no school.

today, i was sitting alone in the parking lot, cause i thought there was school, BUT THERE AIN'T. =)

i hope my art bag is @ the chapel, cause i can't do my final w.o it. =(

i also just had a crazy dream ft. mikey, ronick, jong, dee, dean, joyce, roy, myleen, ivan, joshua, and jaime.

we were going to go through an underground tunnel system for 70 miles to deliver someone to a hospital from afghanistan to eygpt in two transport vehicles. this is because it was much safer underground. i was walking around telling myleen and jaime that a lot of the guys they care about could die @ any minute if the tunnel collapses on us. we were waiting to leave for a while. mikey and i walked around. apparantly, this was all in ka marks basement. while we were walking, we saw ka amor. ivan's song 'give thayeeanks' or something, was playing. initally, i started talking about the song, but w. different lyrics to mikey. i went on a rant about it. eventually, i got it right and told mikey

"it should just be called give thanks, but she should still sing it the same way."

mikey also gave me a rant, as we walked down some stairs about how travelling underground was the most rational way to get around, as opposed to swimming everywhere, which he said was disgusting.

i saw jong. he didn't want to go cause he was craving white castle. in my mind, i thought he was just scared to go into the tunnel. i thought there were 2 jongs, but one was just a guy w. a moustache who had jongs hair cut from behind. me and mikey were laughing very hard when i realized that it wasn't, in fact, jong. finally, the guy we were going to transport opened the door from the bathroom that he had been in, and we were off. he had on a black hoody w. cool designs on it.

the path to the tunnel was kind of another tunnel. the one that connects an airport to an airplane. it was a wide version of one of those. and when we finally got to the tunnel, roy and joyce were sitting on one of the vehicles. i expected to the tunnel to be like a gold mine looking thing, but when we got down, there were signs and ish. like an airport terminal.

joyce was playing 96.5 really loud initially, before i realized that it was a popular tunnel system/terminal joint. i started panicing, telling her the whole tunnel would collapse, if she played music too loud. she turned on some sort of gas tank, and the gas began leaking, which she claimed would absorb the sound. her and roy then drove away.

i hopped onto the next car. there was only room for 2, maybe 3 people. i wondered how we would all go the 70 miles in those 2 vehicles. i took it for a test drive, following joyce and roy. the steering wheel was an n64 controller. the A button was go. the B button was the brakes. the start button was kinda go. the bumpers lowered and raised my seat.

eventually, the paths split and ronick and mikey, who were running behind us followed roy and joyce, leaving me a lone for a little. Then i saw ronick come back to catch up w. me. I pulled over and asked him if he wanted to try it. He got on and drove away w. joshua. me and mikey started walking around. we noticed a lot of white people in the terminal. mikey was like

"yea, this is a popular terminal to get around, you didn't know that?"

next thing i knew, ronick had crashed the car into an in-ground fish tank. when i finally noticed, ronick had said something along the lines of 'cause of the sign'. the sign read "live fish" and they were jumping out of the water, like salmon swimming upstream. a man had pulled joshua out, and he was alright, but ronick was still in the water. dee jumped in and swam into save him. he pulled ronick up for air, and ronick didn't breathe. he just spoke, when he came up. his exact words, i don't recall. then ronick would sink back down. there was a tube in the tank, it looked like oxygen, that he was breathing through. dee came out of the tank. i said

'this is crazy'
'yea. it's 30 feet deep', dee answered.

i was shocked. i grabbed ronick by his arm and held him above the water from about his shoulders up. i held him for a while, then he suddenly flew out and landed next to me. i asked him how he did it.

he explained that the whole time, he was rocking his weight back and forth, and jumped out @ the perfect time. it was so spontaneous, he couldn't tell me he was jumping out before hand. then i woke up.

this all happened in less than 45 minutes.. o.O

it's crazy how vividly you remember dreams right after they happened, whereas if you let the sit for a few hours, they're gone forever.

-Dan.