You're far too kind.

I'm doing this American Government PowerPoint... And I was just thinking...

Shouts to everyone who talked me through the disaster that was yesterday... Maybe I was overthinking, maybe I wasn't. Whatever. Thank y'all! Extra-ultra shouts to the Royalty Court ladies (LOL).

AND, another thank you goes to the readers of darnellleonard.blogspot.com. Dead ass, though... I hope I'm not posting this ish for nothing! Thank you to everyone who reads this (Now, if y'all would only leave more comments!).

Peace.

Down to Earth, much?!

The problem with me and my blogging style is that I vent SO much verbally, I don't feel like typing it on http://darnellleonard.blogspot.com... But I'll put it in a nut(pause)shell for the readers' enjoyment...

Homecoming assembly, right?
Being cocky/arrogant, right?
Thinking I'm fly as shit (I was, though, but that's nothing out of the norm), right?

They call my name while announcing the king candidates...
EVERYONE GOING STRAIGHT CRAZY... RIGHT?

WRONG!!!

In fact, there was actually a vibe in the auditorium that said, "Who the fuck is Darnell Leonard?" I didn't hear shit! I was backstage throwing a Bow Wow-esque temper tantrum, contemplating flipping off the crowd Eminem/Kanye style. I didn't, though. I was pissed. Granted, I received moderate applause when I actually walked on stage... Shouts to Porter (the mascot) for Jerkin' while I was on stage.

The following may be viewed as a cop-out excuse, but it's the dead ass truth, as well.

1. If I AM, in fact, the loser that the lack of applause/cheering made me out to be... SO WHAT? I've been a loser for all but one year of my life. Dead ass.

2. I'm still the best rapper in the city (fuck what you heard) and possibly the state.

3. I'm flyer than everyone IN that non-applause-giving crowd.

4. I blacked and bought a $60 sweater after I got gangsta and left school. AND I spent like $20 on candy. Get at me. LOL. Still caked up, bitches.

5. I GETS BITCHES (LMAO).

6. Ummm... I was flyer than the rest of them, so why am I addressing them?

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SPEAKING OF ADDRESSING PEOPLE...

I'm not saying shit if you don't say shit, but if you keep talking shit, then there's gonna have to be some kind of discussion. Notice how I said discussion; I'm not gonna make any threats like someone's mother did to you... That's not what I do. But niggaz seem like they're scared to speak their mind to you. I'm not those niggaz. When it's all said and done, I can END your whole "I'm the shit" mindset with a few sentences. Dead ass, though. And what are you going to say as your comeback? "That's why no one cheered for you, you square. I'm the most popular guy in the school." ...I refuse to go more in depth about this situation until further provoked... And even if that happens, I'll keep my ego-deflating comments to myself. You're cool until you get around certain people. CUT IT OUT. If I were to say the comments/statements/truths, then you'll fuck around and end up feeling like I am... Down to Earth.

^^^That was ill, I don't believe I've actually said a title in my blog entries before.

Today's the day (well, ONE of them)

Aggggh, I gotta stand in front of the whole school! ...They're presenting the homecoming king/queen candidates. Kinda nervous, much? I'll feel like a loser if people don't clap for me. I better get a few screams by the groupies, too. (LOL)

WHOEVER DOESN'T VOTE FOR ME CAN LICK ASS.

Who cares, at least I'm moderately fly.

Oh, and excuse the Ralph Lauren jacket that I (more like my dad) dropped grip on. Bitches. Also, excuse the Ralph Lauren and Burberry fragrances that I OD'ed on today... That's just what I do.

AND, I'm caked now, so everyone excuse the cockiness... Fat shouts (LMAO) to Pops in VA!

It's D to tha!

ALL-TIME! (blah)

So, I kinda haven't felt like posting anything new on here... but, that doesn't mean that I haven't had things on my mind. Yuh dig.

KANYE, KANYE, KANYE... 'Nuff said. That's my nigga. More on that at a later date (I know I ALWAYS say that I'll touch on it [pause] later and never do, but, whatever).

I was selected as a finalist for Homecoming King. I actually hope I don't win because it doesn't mean anything... Especially since I'm possibly the coolest one on the royalty court. And I'm a loser, too. Pissed off about something that's related to this, but I'm not posting it because it's public. Yeah.

Um... I got a line yesterday. That's a pretty exciting moment in my life, right? Oh, and my birthday is on Monday.

That's kinda it. My grades are illin', though.

Blah blah, blizzy.

Yo, "what it is!"

I'm in American Government... About to apply for homecoming king, son.

I have no chance of winning thanks to the hispanic population (sorry, it's true) and the star basketball player. Who cares, being a loser is better than being the center of attention (in school at least).

On a side note, my beard is growing back!

Yesterday, I recorded my first song for my project... entirely produced by CHARLES HAMILTON (not personally). It's epic, bitch.