Nick

Don't fuck with my head.
I've really had enough of the bullshit
the lies
the stress
the confusion
the work
the disappointment
the back
the forth
the to
the fro.

I don't need it.
Whoever told you I did lied.

It's times like these that you wish there was some kind of coffee filter you could pour yourself through.
All the bullshit thays in the filter paper.
You've just poured yourself a hot cup of good.
That's all it would have to be. Not fun. Or happy. Or sweet.

Just good. Regardless of the flavor.

Then again, maybe that flies in the face of what life is all about. Maybe the idea isnt to weed out bad flavors.

I think maybe love is the spice of life. Not necessarily being "in love", but just love.

It could be that all we're supposed to do is quit trying to get rid of the shit flavors. It's pretty impossible. Instead, why not mask the flavors by tossing some love around.

And stirring... occasionally.

I just got an email with the sugject line "Dad shoves dick in daughter's ass". Someone must be opening that shit up. It's disturbing.

There's finally a bizzo I care about in my life. I know I'm stealing this from a movie, but it's nice to finally have a last call of the day. I'm uneasy when we haven't spoken. Somehow at peace when we have. Dope feeling.

Milo and I are getting our little company started. It's called sofTees. We make T-shirts (eventually we'll branch out into other clothes) and you are not officially cool until you own one. The first order for our original shirts with Daryll the Dancing Hot Dog should be placed in the next few days.

Email me at bombillo87@aol.com (or call my cel if you know the number) if you want more info or would like to order/see the shirts.

Word to the wise:

If you do not drive a convertible, take a saw or something and cut your car's roof off immediately.

Driving around with the top down every day is ridiculously dope. It's like taking a refreshing shower without the getting wet thing.

Besides, I thikn it's unfair that I should have another reason that I'm cooler than you. Everyone should do this.

I went to McDonald's and figured I might as well stop at the auto parts store next door to buy some chrome polish.

I brought my food & polish home, put my chicken selects in a sandwich with some lettuce, tomato, n mayo (why pay for them to make it for you?), ate that, and got to work on my car's engine.

I now have a really big, really shiny thing under my hood that I was beginning to think was a mirror or somehting. Lo and behold, 'twas my polished chrome motor that all this light was coming from...

Now if only the area around school wasn't so filthy... I wouldn't have to do this again for a while.

I'll try to take a picture sometime soon.

Dopeness never looked so dope.

Ever wondered what it would be like if you had your own national holiday? hen would it be? What would people celebrate? What would be the customs?

On Nick Jimenez Day, it woul dbe completely socially acceptable to say all the things that you've had on your mind but normally shouldn't actually verbalize because they're too mean or dangerous or disgusting or shocking or embarassing or whatever.

- Hey you. I don't like you. You seem to be under the impression that because I was your friend in the long long ago, I still am. Thing is I realized you're beyond an asshole. You're past stupid bitch. There isn't really a name for what you are. Whatever it is, I would much rather forget I know you and have you stop the occasional hellos where I feel obligated to hello you back because I'm not enough of an asshole to ask you to kindly shut the fuck up.

- Hey you. I know we're friends, but in all honesty I'd like to take this relationship to the next level and see you naked.

- Listen man. I don't have a problem with you. I mean, we're not really friends, but I don't mind shooting the shit with you on occasion. The thing is the hugs. I swear, man, if you keep giving me those stupid as shit bear hugs every time you see me I am going to get to the point where the only way I will know how to respond to the extreme levels of annoyance I'm experienceing will be to stick you right in the mouth.

- I love you man. You're like a brother to me and if I was presented with a choice between saving your life and keeping mine, it wouldn't take long for me to decide that I'd rather lose mine.

- I didn't really have computer problems. The thing is that I said I would do you a favor, then got into somehting on TV and by the time it was over I realized that I was slightly tired and way too damn lazy to keep a little promise to a friend. I'm not proud of what I did, but I AM going to bed early tonight.

God damn. How fuckin sweet would that be. Just go and say that shit. My holiday would be a celebration of extreme, unadulterated frankness that showed no remorse, regret, or mercy. Feelings and emotional outcomes of not keeping your mouth shut would take a backseat to the almost literal lifting of the weight that comes from getting things off your chest.

Every now and then we celebrate Nick Jimenez Day for just a little bit.

Alot of the rest of the time...

We (or at least I) feel painfully heavy.

If I don't have my car back by my birthday, I'm going to be mad crazy supa dupa not at all dope in any way pissed.

David and I are going to smoke cigars together this weekend fa sheezy because he's been waiting for this for a while.

I'm not sure what it is, but somehting tells me this is going to be a good weekend.

You Are 24 Years Old

24 Under 12: You are a kid at heart. You still have an optimistic life view - and you look at the world with awe. 13-19: You are a teenager at heart. You question authority and are still trying to find your place in this world. 20-29: You are a twentysomething at heart. You feel excited about what's to come... love, work, and new experiences. 30-39: You are a thirtysomething at heart. You've had a taste of success and true love, but you want more! 40+: You are a mature adult. You've been through most of the ups and downs of life already. Now you get to sit back and relax.

Life likes to play games with our minds and too many people mistakenly try to win the game. They try to beat life. In doing so they beat themselves. Life is all like, "You just got murked! That's what's poppin' when you rol up through Murkwood."

I've learned that if you just le life play... if you just let life keep trying... eventually life will get tired. Life will have no choice but to slow down.

Down to a pace we can all keep up with.

Sometimes, though, it's hard to stand idly by and watch life try some shit on your hairy white ass.

Here's hoping I can find the strength and the patience to wait it out...

and not get murked, nigga!

Why are people so damn stupid? Why do people fool themselves into believing they are more amazing than they really are?

No. That's not what I meant to say. I know for a fact that no matter who you are, I am better than you. So it's not fair for me to say that you are wrong for me to say the same thig about yourself. Here's the edit:

Why do people (or how do people) fool themselves into believing that they are fooling anyone when they force themselves to at a way that they believe is "better" than their normal, regular lo que seas?

I know I kick ass. But I act like regular Nick, niggas. If I fart I fart and if I say some stupid shit I said it and I honestly dont give half a fuck.

So what's with the transformations into modern-day Dr. Kings and Sophocleses?

You know what I think of that?

More like... SOFT-o-CLES!

That's right. I went there.

Just came from the UM v. Xavier game - that was dope.

Almost done with the photography/writing sample portfolio - also dope.

Had a kick ass chicken lasagna at Archie's in Brickell after the game - super dope.

Got into Loyola New Orleans - mighty dope... with a side of sweet.

If college applications and the whole process sucked any more, i would be using them now to clean my pool. Bt they do not suck more. They suck just enough to piss you off and not have a practical use.

I rule

The senior skit was performed 3 times yesterday.

Each time was super. The second being the most super of the three.

I am worried that Fr. Cartaya will follow through on his threat to sue me for defamation of character.

Jason was the best Martinez in the history of life.

David made me pee a little playing Pichardo.

And Guerdy wore black face paint. How amazing is that?

The days of frustration and sweating the small stuff and failing school shit to make sure the skit got done are over.

Because Belen's senior class kicks more ass than kung fu.

Just kidding! Nobody does!

I was trying to count in my head, but I didn't have enough mind-fingers. So I'll use this jounrla to keep count. Whenever something comes to me, I'll post it and I'll keep a count.

Without further adieu, here are some of the reasons why logic dictates that I am cooler than you are (in no particular order):

1. I slid (along with two special people) across all three lanes of the Turnpike and rolled my entire car against a guardrail without hitting anyone in the middle of the afternoon. I will not count the fact that I survived as a seperate reason, but I did, and that only makes me cooler.

2. I drive a 1974 Mercedes Benz 450 SL. It has an engine that is almost half the size of the car and burns oil to create that special army tank effect. I kick ass.

3. I got a 1310 on the SAT the first time, did nothing to prepare at all, and got a 1410 the 2nd time. This isn't cool on its own. What's cool is that I have a 1410 and a 2.7 gpa...not many can say that.

4. I wrote a coherent poem about a talking tiger-shaped piece of fecal matter (see previous posts).

5. I walk up stairs like an 80 year old man because of a traumatic dislocation of the patella that tore a ligament. This was due to a ferocious series of snowball fight events.

6. I wrote a story for some newspaper that took me no more that 20 minutes to write and am getting $20 for it.

7. I know every word of every song of each of the following albums: Tanacious D (self-titled), The Marshall Mathers LP (Eminem), College Dropout (Kanye West), Evolution (Boyz II Men), and Sevens (Garth Brooks).

That is all for now. Not because I can't come up with more, but because I don't want to be charged with murder and I know that a list this intense could make you spontaneously combust.

Someone told me recently that I hadn't posted in this thing in a while so i figured...what the crap...i'll go post.

It's been hard to be in this relationship. This girl just demands so much. When we met I knew it was love at forst sight...

for both of us.

My face lit up, and so did hers (when I pushed the right buttons). We rode around like we fuckin owned the town and left everyone else inhalng our dirty love smoke. It was beautiful.

But lately, the love smoke is just not as sexy, not as intriguing as it used to be. I mean dirty girl can be sexy, but it's not something you want for the long term.

It's gonna cost me so much trouble and time to be with her... to stay with her. But I know I have o do it. Because to leave her, to get rid of her only to see some other guy... som other monster get inside of her and take her from me...

the thought is too much to bear.

I'm going to have to fix my '74 Benz and replace those damned oil rings....no matter how much they charge me.

Why do so many people like to talk about revolutions?

Here is a poem I wrote today in Minchy's class. All the cool kids write poems. Now I'm cool too.

Today I sat on the toilet.
My mom fed me fish
but she didn't boil it.
I farted four times and spoke not a word.
I got off, turned around, and saw my tiger-shaped turd.
I got on my knees and rubbed on my eyes
when the tiger turd spoke (much to my surprise).
He said "who the fuck woke me from my slumber?"
He roared and it sounded like lightning and thunder.
I thought "Holy crap! Why does he hate me?"
But it was too late.
My tiger turd ate me.

Hey Shakespeare... you lose.

Seriously...I think i'll slap her.

Just saw Hero with Jeff. It was cool. Anyone who like Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon will like this one.

The story itself was a beautiful one. And my boy Mr. T told it beautifully, to boot (that's right. He's my boy.) I just think it was unfortunate that so many people left the theater talking about how much it sucked and making comments that made it obvious they didnt know what they had just seen.

In any case, it was dope. In fact, it gets my five chant ratig. This is where I chant the name of the movie five times, because as we all know, that is the ultimate sign of respect.

Hero, hero, hero, hero, hero!

Now let's see if Jet Li comes to my house to start some crazy -ish.

People are difficult. Its my senior year and I have enough to worry about. With so many difficult people I think maybe the best way to go is to just drop them... just not try anymore... because there are too many people out there who are perfectly willing to not be difficult.

For once, I think I might change who I am.

And the way I do things.

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