Boi Growing Up

grade 9, the biggest obstacle i ever had. by now i have fully gotten “plump“, created my shell, and am able to stay fully detached from everything. i have sum friends from junior high, but i dun want to talk to most of them anyway, and im in a polarized group of people who r similair to me in sum aspects. in part 2 i forgot to mention how i thought that my reputation was based on my financial status, which i wasn’t far off because it wuz mostly the rich russians who got alot of the attention when they flaunted and i aquired more money than all of them to stay on top.

i enter the computer science institute. they looked like the “cream-of-the-crop” the best and brightest. this time i took a different approach. instead of wanting to get to kno everybody, i only wanted to chill wit as little people as possible. enough to not be noticed, but enough to stay on the social radar. euff to be known, but not famous. im not sure u understand. i stayed quiet freshman year, but in the end i started to “accidently” meet other people in csi. which, i think, is when i made this site. one most notably wuz the person i owe the most to. he also is the one to give me my 4th, wierdest, and fav name “tampon”(i didnt fully get the name til sophomore year). his whole demeanor taught and motivated me to not be so compressed and be expressive and lose the the extra body. so when i got wieght trainin the end of that year, i wuz on the tredmill all the time and the ab curler machine. thats y when i say i worked hard for my abs, i kind of mean it.

coming to sophomore year, i wuz a thinner, punk listenin, whitey, semi-badass. the badass thing changed after i got on probation during second cycle. sophomore year wuz the wierdest because i wuz just myself and, socially, things spiked outside of csi. mid-year i started to get cool wit csi peeps. people i met that year r sum of my best friends now.

this year has gotten out of control by now. my wall has almost failed and i have slipped a couple of things that i dun want alot of people to know and let too many people kno me personally. i also have met sum kool people along the way. but time just slips by cuz im a little pre-occupied here in canarsie(also another story). my mind has been totally swamped wit things i have no control over.

as i come to the end of this story i see i have deviated from my original point(thats wuts happens when u write these things quickly while watchin tv). here is a quick veiw of wut i left out. durin junior high school i bonded with a cartoon, south park, and it helped me deal with alot of things. to understand a little better, look specifically at cartman, the episode entitled “scott tenorman must die”. that is wut i wanted to do to everyone that ever wronged me ever. i wuz an exact cartman up until the 9th grade. now hes just an inner part of me always. i briefly touched upon my money. i always had this brief thought that most of my friendships were bonded because of my money. it turned out to be few of them and 2 of my relationships actually which pissed me off. partly y im a firm beiever in money is the second most important thing in my life. my best friends come first. here r my list of priorties:

best friends money love friends me family school

i have many many friends to talk to, but a handful of best friends i can really count on. there’s no need to name names cuz u kno who u r. i ronically all of them r asian except one. i just thought of that.