THE DARKEST OF DAYS.

FROM THIS




TO THIS




I'm running out of venting outlets...So I guess this will do for now. I always try my best to not be a bitch about certain things, but a bitch is exactly what I'm going to be right now. I can't stand being here now more than ever. I feel like I'm at my worst. A combination of things has made me feel this way. And it's only getting worse with time... Pennsylvania is a hump, or giant mountain more so, that I've tried to get over but can never seem to shake. I've tried to adapt since my arrival but it just doesn't seem to work. The people (not saying that they're bad people), the area, the lifestyle. It's all so different. Each new day spent here confirms that my belief of not belonging is even more valid than it was the previous day.

I fucked up my whole high school career. I banked on fencing to get me into a university. This is something I deeply regret. I could be going to the school of my dreams right now. Somewhere closer to home. But fuck it, I said. Fencing will get me into pretty good schools outside of California... right? Pffffft. My stubborn mentality has left my mom heartbroken. It's something far beyond "Empty Nest." She still hurts and cries daily. Home is where my friends, family, heart, and happiness are. I left it all. And some of those things will never be the same as they were before I departed. Yea, I'm that damn selfish. So I guess you can say that I deserve all the pain I'm going through right now. Everything, and I mean everything is my fault. Things have changed and will continue to change with everything/everyone I left behind. My family, friends, and even the old significant other are in a constant changing. There's nothing I can do but sit back and watch. I'm never there for family celebrations, or hang outs with my good friends. And the thing that hurts most above all to even think about let alone type or talk about is her. Realizing what I've done eats away at me and being held captive in this school of a prison is not easing my situation at all.

California, say you love me. I yearn for the summer.



OUT OF THE FUCKING LOOP.



--Mitchy Itchy

CHANGES

It's always interesting to see how things have changed when I return home. I thought about this randomly on my flight back to PSU where it dawned upon me: a lot changes over the periods of time that I'm away. Places in town change. Music on the radio changes. People change. I don't know... I guess during this spring break in particular, I've recognized CHANGE in all its glory.

PLACES: 1)New additions to the clusterfuck of graffiti on highway walls. Do you ever wonder how some of those guys get to some of those spots? Craz if you ask me.. 2)Baracuda LA has a SICK new location on Melrose. The walkway felt as if I was in a Star Trek episode. The inside has tripled in size. More room means more clothes, people. 3) 2 pinkberrys opened in Brenthood. 4) I knew downtown has made some major advancements in the fight against impoverishment over the past few years, but hanging out in Mari's new pad confirmed it. The purge of downtown is almost complete! 5) Chipotle doesn't fucking accept College student I.D.s anymore. Wack? I know.

MUSIC: No list for this one. It amuses me to hear the shit that people now a days are calling music. Does anyone know how to do it anymore? Why does it always have to be about snapping and popping and locking and humping and fucking and shooting and loving and crying? It's ridiculous what mainstream radio music has done to our world. Sadly it is the foundation and bedrock of today's society. Some kids eat up MTV, thinking its cool to bounce around like soulja boy and act as blonde as Paris fucking Hilton. In my opinion, the youth of the world as we know it is FUCKED. We need a savior, please!

PEOPLE: 1)The ungodly amount of pounds my dog has gained. 2) The wrinkles in my moms eyes are more defined. 3) The white hairs above my dad's ears have spread like a wildfire. 3)My, how Marijuana has changed some people. But fuck it, shout out to Alex T. for the Maui Wowee though! Shit is lethally dank. And shouts to Aldy and Marc for freestylin and eating dirty Mexicano food with me. 4) It feels like a new sense of awkwardness has demoded a certain individual's and mine relationship to something rather stranger/acquaintance-esque... lingering in the atmosphere betwixt us. I hope to God that changes sometime. 5) My real friends that I haven't mentioned previously are still dope as hell (Jonat, Eric, Francine, Mari, JCK SQUAD UP just to name a few.)

Now let me just bang out these next couple of months, and I'll be right back at it cuhhh. Peace and Love



--Mitchy Itchy

NEW YORK MAGAZINE...

Uh..yea.

-- Mitchy Itchy

WOMEN ARTISTS.

Believe it or not, dudes. Some of them are worth listenin' to. Just kidding. But seriously. I guess my womenzz studies class gave me some inspiration to blog.

Mathangi "Maya" Arulpragasam aka M.I.A.



Natasha Khan, from Bat for Lashes.


Gwen, when she was cool.


Yeah Yeah Yeahs


Feist...always has cool videos. Wait until 1:03.


Hooray womens!

--Mitchy Itchy

US PLACERS.

These kids have it down. Very impressive.

--Mitchy Itchy

I CRY.

Sometimes when I'm alone
I Cry,
Cause I am on my own.
The tears I cry are bitter and warm.
They flow with life but take no form
I Cry because my heart is torn.
I find it difficult to carry on.
If I had an ear to confiding,
I would cry among my treasured friend,
but who do you know that stops that long,
to help another carry on.
The world moves fast and it would rather pass by.
Then to stop and see what makes one cry,
so painful and sad.
And sometimes...
I Cry
and no one cares about why.
-Tupac Shakur






Terrell Ownes after the Cowboys' loss to the Giants... From the guys you'd least expect it, eh? Big pussies or "real men"? I'll let you be the judge. I don't know...Thought this was most appropriate to blog about currently. Not to be a Debbiedowner or anythiiiing. PEACE!



--Mitchy Itchy

LINES.

Not for the latest drop of hot new threads or fresh kicks...Not for a cool cellular phone or even discounts at department stores...But for coursereaders? Well it looks like there still remains hope in the world. UCLA for the win.







--Mitchy Itchy