Conclusions.

1. Clones are at an all-time high.

2. Clones of MY clones exist. What the fuck?!

3. I'm on my Greg Enemy shit right now... plaid shirt, skinny jeans on the waist, less than $40 pair of sneakers on, fly-ass glasses. And I'm STILL that guy. (Google Greg Enemy, he's about to put KC on the map. No disrespect, Tech. I seen them billboards for that K.O.D., though!!!)

4. I'm smarter than people initially thought. So, that means I'm pretty FRICKIN' smart.

5. Me and Shi Reeves are on a break. I still love her, though.

Point blank.

I feel like TK in this "Terry Kennedy/Bow Wow" reminiscent "beef".

I never thought he'd trip THIS MUCH over a girl that 1) I knew WAY before him, and 2) (I just not need to go here). Many "beefs" I've had involved a female... The only difference between this nigga and the other nigga (who I mentioned in this blog before) is that the latter of the two actually addressed me about the [alleged] situation. Granted, he came at me completely incorrectly (with his no-life-having-ass), but still. If we (the current nigga I'm "beefing" with) were THAT COOL in the summer, you don't pull some coward shit like this... Both of the aformentioned individuals can fuck off, regardless.

Address me about this situation before you make your judgement. And besides, if your SOOO concerned about your future and "career," then this situation shouldn't affect you as much as you made it seem... At that point, fuck the "principles" of what "I did" or "I'm doing" and all that stupid shit. Dead ass.

(Say what you will or may about me posting a blog about this situation. I didn't say that the situation didn't affect me, because I don't fucking see how me and this nigga can go from "cool as fuck" to me saying "fuck this nigga." It's not really my fault that he reacted the way he did. I'm simply stating how I feel about it. Get the fuck off of my blog if you don't like the way I handle things.)

Whatever.

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On a lighter note, I can officially buy cigarettes, porngraphy (and star in them), and talk to Shi Reeves without her saying that I'm "jailbait." Go me! It's my birthday (it is).

SAD.

No, no, no... Me? I'm not sad... SAD is an acronym for "sucky ass day."

The following is bullshit that happened from 5AM to right before I posted this.

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I attempted to do my Western Civilization homework by waking up at 5 in the morning. The only problem was that I kinda DIDN'T HAVE MY BOOK...

So I couldn't look up the answers. So, I did what every person as smart as me would do: bullshitted my way through it and looked up the answers on the internet. This whole fiasco was a problem for two reasons. 1) It took extra time to Google and actually SEARCH for the answers (didn't get finished until like 6:45, 10 minutes before my ride [usually] comes); 2) I probably didn't get the answers that the teacher was looking for, since I had to rely on Wiki-fuckin'-pedia.
After completing the homework, I throw on a sub-fly outfit consisting of an adidas track top, adidas Superstar 2's, 511 Levi's, and the same white tee from yesterday (still relatively fly compared to most niggaz at the school). That outfit sucks balls... At least I got to brush my teeth. Whatever...

My ride calls me at about 7:07 (late as fuck) and tells me to wa

lk to his cousin's house (who literally lives right around the corner). I'm cool with that, aside from the lateness and whatnot. So, I get to his house and I end up waiting for about 10 minutes. When he pulls up, there is an individual whom I'm not particularly fond of in the passenger seat looking mad as fuck for some reason... Maybe he's still mad that he didn't graduate? I don't really give a fuck. We get to school at like 7:20 (school starts at 7:25), then I walk IN THE GRASS (WHICH WAS WET) to get to the door to avoid being tardy. I go through the metal detectors, greet the adults there... My shoes were grassy and shit... Whatever.
I get to class... e-mail the teacher my rushed, Wikipedia'ed work through SchoolLoop from my school-issued laptop... While on the SchoolLoop website, I notice that I have an F (a damn 37.5%) in American Government (the easiest class/easiest teacher I've ever had in high school thus far)... The F is a direct result of one of my group members plagarizing. FUCK! I was pissed, as you would guess. As I put my laptop back in my bag, I see that I had my Western Civilization textbook in my backpack the WHOLE DAMN TIME! I got heated for about 38 seconds, then I said "fuck it, at least it's done" (I may have literally said that out loud).

The teacher tells me that I have to take the Accuplacer college placement test again - Brief history about me and that bitch-ass test: I've taken it 3 times prior to this. You need 100 to pass (not 100%, but 100/120 on some kind of score thing). The first time I took it, I got a 60-something, the second time, I got an 88, and the third time, I blacked and just X'ed out the program while I was taking it (LMAO). At this point (early this morning) I didn't really give a flying rat's ass about this test. - Anyways, I was telling the teacher how I reeeealllly didn't wanna take the test... Then she explained to me that it was important, blah blah yadda yadda. I started thinking to myself, "I passed Pre-Calculus (a college course that I DIDN'T get college credit for due to this wack ass test), and I'm in trigonometry (possibly there would be trigonometry on the test), so I might do well on this test." ...That was kinda just my opimistic mindset talking...

So, I go down to the floor with the other group members and I'm chillin'. We go to the van and I text and I'm good. Walk into the KCKCC building and walk through the hallways, literally getting STARED DOWN by the students sitting the hallways. Whatever. We get to the testing center, start up, and I guess I was ready! This one stupid chick, who, for some reason, always is on field trips with me, is talking NON-STOP. Damn, man! Eventually, it ceased, and I was taking this test. I felt real confident with all of my answers, blazing through this shit. In my mind, I was like, "I got this! I'm too real for this shit, my nigga" (I really said that last part, and, in fact, I say that during all my tests that I take)! At the end of the test, I see that I got a 96... A NINETY-SIX. FOUR POINTS FROM PASSING THIS DAMN THING! FUCK! Who cares, though.

And on top of everything else, I'm in desperate need of a fuckin' haircut.

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I'm still here at the college, and I'm calm, but still. I hope things get better (even though it's not THAT bad). I'll just text Shi Reeves some more... Yeah. If you didn't know... I actually have her number and "we text occasionally". Dead ass, though. And that does, in fact, make me cooler than whoever is reading this. Hollah!

WOOOOOHOOOO!

(The following is 100% truthful.)

I TALKED TO SHI REEVES (ON THE PHONE FOR 8 MINUTES AND 23 SECONDS)!

DEAD ASS...

Look at the wifey!

I love her.

Updateness.

So, yeah. We're well into summer 2009. Whoopdie-muthafluckin'-doo.

Here's what I'm doing nowadays:

-I still have no cellular device. I've been used to talking on the damn house phone lately. This is bullshit. Ugh! No worries, though... My father is [supposedly] buying me a new one when I go to VA on July 11... Whaaaaatever.

-I'm enrolled in a summer program at Donnelly College... The only reason I considered it is for the $20-a-day thingie. Ballin'? And in a similar happenstance, I have a very visible zit on my right cheekbone. Also, I have a FUCKED haircut (or lack thereof). This sucks ass.

-I have a interview for KPMG (a major accounting firm) on Wednesday. I don't want to go to it, simply because I don't want to miss out on my $20 from the summer program on that day. Hahaha... But really. I need that in my life. That's a shirt from Hot Topic, nigga.

-I went to the studio on Thursday (June 4th) with my niggaz Konxept & Sophmore. Be on the lookout for "How Long feat. D.Linquent" soon, bitches. All three of us killed that ish, doggie!

-Eminem's "Relapse" is a very good album. Nothing is topping "The Eminem Show," though. Now, I'm waiting for Monday to download "This Perfect Life" by [the best rapper alive, top 5 dead or alive rapper] Charles Hamilton. Cannot wait...

-The "Weirdo" mixtape is doing well... Even though we've only handed it out/sold it to about 50+ people. If I was famous, this mixtape would be EPIC. Dead ass.

-My dearest Shi Reeves added me on MySpace [again]! I sent her a comment and told her to listen to my "Dot Com" song... Oh, and if YOU haven't heard the mixtape, FUCKIN' DOWNLOAD IT FROM MY MYSPACE PAGE. Damn, man.

-I haven't been watching adult videos lately, especially after I watched Lacey Duvalle's "Ghetto Gaggers" scene... That whole site should be excommunicated from the Internet... 9/11 on that muhfuckin' website!

-I am seriously considering coming back to school all tattooed and ish. Top 3 tattoo choices: The last supper on the lighter part (LOL) of my right forearm; John 3:16 on the lighter part of my left forearm; Jesus' face on my right bicep. I also want tears, but I guess that means someone has passed away, and I don't know any passees. Heh.

That's all I can think of at the moment.

I'm out like mohawks. Seriously. They're OVER. Oh-vee-ee-are.

P.S.: I love you (if you think it's you, then it's you).

Hold the phone!!!

AYO! I was looking at the picture of Shi Reeves that I posted on an earlier blog, and she's wearing A RING ON HER LEFT RING FINGER!

So it's like that, Shi?

Addicted? (And rants on a kinda ex-girlfriend)

I'm real. No, not "Plies" real... ACTUAL real. Being that I'm so real, I'd like to share with the readers of this blog a lil something about me.

I, D.Linquent, am possibly (more like definitely) addicted to porn.

Yes, yes... I constantly visit those sites where they give you the links to sites with 15-20 second preview videos. Every day. I tried to stop. But... I can't. It's damn near impossible.

(The following is completely relevant to the topic)

While I was looking at FaceBook statues, I noticed a certain friend who happens to kinda be my ex-girlfriend that's in college far from here... I went to her page to see who has been writing her... You know, the usual stalking that everyone does... Then I looked at her pictures. And her pictures were sexy. That started to give me the urge to... You know. So I did. I went to my beloved websites (Freeones.com and ClipHunter.com) and did my (ahem) thing for about 30-40 minutes. The list of porn starlets that I watched were as follows:

Candice Nicole
Lisa Ann
Pritsy
Sienna West
Beauty Dior
Ice LaFox
Luscious Louis

and of course...

Shi Reeves.

MY DARLING!

I love her. So much. That's why I wrote a song about her on my mixtape. But, sorry, Shi... Ice LaFox may replace you since you quit doing porn...

Anyways...

Maybe I like Shi Reeves so much because she resembles (or reminds me of) that aformentioned kinda ex-girlfriend. She also resembles (and reminds me of) my current girlfriend. IN FACT, each of the porn starlets listed above remind me of someone I know/knew that I wanted to fuck. Sorry, it's the truth (remember, I'm REEEEAAAAL).

Really, though...

If that kinda ex-girlfriend who is in college now would give me 10 minutes of her time, I would probably only need 3 (LMFAO). TALK TO ME, DAMMIT! Message me!!! Let me know that you still know I exist! I'm a rapper! I'm 'bout to make something out of my life! AAAGHH! I won't message you because I don't want to piss you off or receive one or two word answers from you. By the way, your last boyfriend was not as fly, attractive (no homo), or creative as me... Overall, he wasn't on my caliber. Who gives a fuck, I know you fucked my mentor (the guy who started me off in the rap game) anyways. Jump-off... You're lucky I didn't put that one song on the Weirdo mixtape. I still love you, though! Hahahaha!

Now, if I can only find a porn starlet that reminds me of my most RECENT ex-girlfriend...

Whaaaaaaaatever.

I'm out like school after Thursday.