A Body Filled With Content

THIS..

Body im in, feels more content that ever before...

Inside i feel completely at peace.

Im sitting in my big brothers room listening to The Ready Aim Fire

thinking about everything and nothing, while the taste of cigarettes runs through my head..

i think life is absolutely perfect..

Today, me and andy had our first practice for our side project 

"toy a and boy j"

and it became more than what i expected.

i can see this going places.

And in my head. 

the only thing i could concentrate on was Monica Vanesse Mota.

"I THINK IM FALLING IN LOVE"

its true.

i think i am. 

things are starting to piece themself together..

I can see the current stabilities in my life,

and they hold no sign of letting up anytime soon.

and infact define themselves as what i stated them to be...

STABILITIES..

and as i wait for this monday night to work itself out,

with plans of horror filled adventures draws near

i sit and wait, and think of the things that i love.

the things that love me.

and the things that i were meant to be

i just smile....

because i know it all to be true...

Andrew, you may have messed up,

but youre still in my heart.

you are my brother.<3

Do Something Good

I thought this was seriously the coolest wheatpaste ever...

FixedGear.

Bmx.

Roadbike.

Or Shitty k mark bikes.

Ride a bike.

help save our environment.

help yourself have fun.

be yourself.

riding a bike,

just makes sense.

Irish Tradition, American Rendition

St. Patty's Day:

st. fuckin' patty's day.

a day when us irish folk, gather 'round n drink n talk and have fun.

and when everyone else thinkgs they can be irish too!

but they cant.

haha, but personally, i blieve [sorry ive been drinking] that St.Patty's Day,

is a day of gathering beyond ethinic boundaries.

Today my st.pattys went like this:

Went To School.

Got Out Of School.

Hung out at Christines.

Went to Derreds

Started drinking beer, smoking cigarettes and playing darts.

hahaha it was so fun!

Went home to an irish stew and potatoes.

and now im drinking a guiness.

good day.

just wish i was at a party

next year fa show!!

well,

everyone have an awesome st.patty's day.

<3

Some Vacant Situation

some poetry by me:

Some Vacant Situation

Change has given something to offer

As winds incuce dialation

And a heart desperately given to her

As I can feel color's concentration.

Appropriate asfixiation on the user

Yet I can still feel what's been given,

And I can't tell if im the victim or the abuser

From the focues feelings that I have driven.

The gradual growing of green beneath me

And the ocean breathes sound toward my hair,

With the feeling deep inside me

That gives life to the seldom screaming air.

Remember this is no dream

Just a vacant situation

From heart to her

From heart to her.

Friday, Saturday, and Sunday

My last weekend was awesome.

Friday's Contents Include:

Rode to andrews

Dropped off my essay

Hung out with andrew n christine for a bit

Got a ride home from Andy

Got picked up and tooken to Riverside

Filmed some street with Taylor: this kid is fucking amazing, he smithed this ledge light...over bar height...geez, then filmed a rail sesh, throwin down unbelievable shit.

Went to jarupa skatepark and watch my ol' love while smokin my buddy Newport Menthols as usual.

Went out for some nighttime filming but didnt get alot done.

Sleep...

Saturday's Contents Include:

Woke up around ten.

Went to the new downtown Riverside skatepark.

Filmed gnarley shit til about 2

Parted ways and hung out with my uncle.

Went to Jarupa and rode for the first time in a long time.

Sleep...

Sunday's Contents Include:

Woke up.

Did nothing.

Rode jarupa.

went to Fry's hahaha disneyland for nerds.

Drooled over RE5..

Went Home.

And just sat around..

Pretty good weekend if you ask me..

Filming was hella wicked.

Ill post the vid when its all said and done, hopefully what we shot was enough, but i can leave the rest up to my uncle since i cant stay out in riv longer.

Today Is The Day

Indeed it is.

today my journalism paper is due.

i must mail it out by 5 p.m. today.

please wish the best of luck to me cuz this is something im kinna hoping i can suceed in. 1000 dollars is alot of money for me, and it would really help me out with alot of things.

plus the exposure from this assignment could help my carreer advance very steadily.

"what matters most"

what a broad and undescriptive subject matter.

yet, i have SOMEHOW, pulled 147 words out of my fucking ass and wiped them on a shitty dell keyboard.

well, when the results come in a month or so from now, i will be here.

telling you what the fuck happened.

hahaha.

jacobo out.

A Work In Progress

After ages of writer's block, and a sick heave of artist's block,

An idea has ventured into my head. Recently I have taken up trackbikes or more commonly known as FixedGears, or Fixies. So i have been pursuing my journalism interests very heavily lately trying to find myself interested in a career perspective.

It seems more than possible and like an idea that would be fortunate to myself and others. 

My first fully documented subject will be on a large FixedGear Ride.

Documenting what exactly a ride IS, how the rider feels emotionally and physically while on their track bike, and the community.

A brief introduction to what a fixie really is.

whadya think?

good idea? i have one more.

but im saving it for when its ready to unviel.

so next big ride, you'll see me and derred with a fuckin camera.

HAHA

<3

Jumped For Art.

Last Night, around 8:15, i was physically assulted by two black guys, and robbed.

i was walking my bike when two black dudes came up to me and began questioning me,

Black Guy: "Ey you got like 5 bucks?" [lmfao. im totally trying to mock them..]

Me: "Naw, i dont have any, sorry" and i tried to continue walking.

Black Guy: "You got like...1 dollar?" 

My immedeate response is: "I dont have any money."

Black guys: "whats in your bag?!"

Me: "Just school shit, art and poetry"

Then i was punched. I didnt really see it coming or anything so i kinna hit the ground. So i guess there was 2 hits. lmfao. but dispite the fact of me only having art, poetry, and about 30 dollars worth of pens, and 2 Marboloro Smooths, that were supposed to be for me and andrew this morning, my new messenger bag was still taken. I was kicked a few times while i was on the ground. and luckily they didnt take my bike. Then i probably would've hunted them down and killed them. I was kinna trying to protect my bike the whole time. But, nevertheless. 

I dont know what i have done for this to come to me. I think that the people that know me and are close to me, know that im always trying to do good to and for others. Im always very peaceful, yet this happens. 

My cheek is just a little bit swollen, but mostly my heart is.

But its okay. Karma is a wonderful thing. <3

Alright its off to school for me.

What Nothing Does To You

For The Last month i was grounded by my parents for getting a ticket. so i had a bunch of shit to do. and i was supposed to get off tmw and whatnot, but my parents as nice as they are, let me off early.

Desperate for adventure. I went riding with Andrew. So we went to buy cigarettes, and ended up with a fire-red hookah bong named Charmander. lol. 

So we were at andy's and he's been sick so i made him some tea stuff cuz im a nice little brother.

haha. and then we left riding. so the night pillows on and we go to hookah at christines. we do that for a while and i have no where to stay because everyones tired.

the last thing i wanted to do was to go home. so at midnight i walk the streets to Andy's, where i will decide my plans.

I was trying to go to a party with my amazing love, Monica. but wasnt welcome unfortunately. :/

so i ventured off to my friend cynthia's.

Im riding andrews bike to artesia high school, at 12:30 am, going about 30 mph. with no light haha. i get to her house and what does she pull out?

a box of cigarettes, a bag of chips, 7up, cherry juice, and a fucking huge bottle of Vodka.

we watch movies and drink the night away trying to understand eachother with her new english and my bad ears for spanish accents.

Now its 6 am. and i pass out. btw yes :] HAHAHA

i wake up at ten. wondering where i am. and say my goodbyes and quickly ride to andy's where we just talk. 

that was my night.

and now Im about to get ready to go to a BBQ with andrew.  so i will depart.

<3