G.E.E.K.

Testing, testing.
1, 2, 3, 4, 5....
Mic check, mic check.

-hears the amplifier feedback.

Sorry for bursting your ear drums. Here goes.

I'm the shit. No, really. Just figure I'd ramble off shit to you. Mad random. Oh, and I'll be experimenting with my flickr account (link located to the right). Just recounts of slight shit that happened today, post the last update.

Flickr experiment.

Hand OVER Fist
Originally uploaded by hazed in your state. of mind

I don't like the way flickr does it.

Plus, Chelz just informed me on something.

Chelz: I'm SO confused right now.
Chelz: What?
HAZE;: to
HAZE;: use a photo from flickr
HAZE;: on blogger
HAZE;: do you
HAZE;: write the blog in flickr
HAZE;: or
HAZE;: is
HAZE;: there
HAZE;: a
HAZE;: html
HAZE;: code
HAZE;: for
HAZE;: each
HAZE;: flickr
HAZE;: photo?
Chelz: I dunno. I've never put a picture in my blog from flickr.
HAZE;: oh
HAZE;: double fuck
Chelz: I just upload them directly from my computer.
HAZE;: really
HAZE;: how so?
Chelz: When you write your blog, there's a little image button. And it gives you two options, you can upload one from a link, or one from your computer.
HAZE;: wow are you fucking serious...
HAZE;: wow son wow
Chelz: Lmao.
Chelz: You didnt know that?
HAZE;: no
HAZE;: wtf
Chelz: You can upload videos too.
HAZE;: WOW THERE IS A BUTTON
HAZE;: WOW
Chelz: lmaoo
Chelz: I'm mad you ain't know. It's RIGHT there.
HAZE;: man stfu
HAZE;: ><
Chelz: -giggling
HAZE;: -sigh
HAZE;: that shit is tragic
HAZE;: that makes me feel crazy stupid and/or blind.

Peep how I broke it down in the beginning like I was speaking english mad loud to someone like I'm in a foreign country. Lmfao. So she helped me out, I can't front. I can't believe I missed that shit. GOODBYE PHOTOBUCKET, you piece of shit. Flickr, you are my new love, but I shall hold off on using you for blogs. That shit is crucial.

So, my grass smells like bananas. Yes, bananas. I was moving the lawn today, and had to bag the grass. Pretty routine. So I'm pouring the grass into the green waste bag, from the mower's bag and it gets stuck. Naturally I reach my hand up in there and pull it out. But when it all begins to come out, I smell bananas. That was weird. But in any case, just know my grass smells better than your grass. P.S. I dislike bananas, but they smell great.

Just got off Call of Duty 4... Lol, yeah once again I bring that shit up. I only do because it's really the only chance I get to interact with my niggas anymore due to all of our hectic schedules. Plus two moved away. Others have children now (LMFAO), etc. I get on AIM, and Dulan hits me up. Says they have 6 people in the group. I say I'll be right there. I waltz in, my cool self, and it's all love. Niggas talking shit, smoking, just being ourselves. Cracking jokes, the whole nine.

7 of us in total, most notably:

npHAZE - who else?
Dsrtstorm09 - Dulan
jay1x33 - Julius

Hoods3ri3s - 'Dre

Fresh0727 - Jeff
Lion Coq - Derek
noon eaz - Mike

If you see one of those gamertags in the Lobby, you've been forewarned.

We are the basics my nigga. 3 flips, 3 niggers, & 1 mulatto. And trust me, we rape, literal sense. (Though, just now we had like 2 other lame niggas in our group. Just holding us back. Mike wasn't even there.)

Nigga Andre trying to seriously start this clan gig up. Naming it [~2eZ]. Fuck that though, me and Dulan already fucked it up with variations on the name. i.e. [~2hZ] & [~2dZ]. Too Hazy & Too Dizzy. Lmfao. That nigga Dre stays forever mad at us for that shit. Now that I think about it, where the FUCK was Mike? Probably turning into Tony and fucking himself an ugly black broad without a condom on. Poor Tony! LOOOOOOOOOL.

But yeah, played a good 5 matches on Ground War with these niggas. White kids were STEADY talking shit. By the way, Ground War = 1000 points to win. Each kill of an opposing team's player = 10 points. 1000/10 = 100 kills.

So, when I say we're beasts, we're beasts. Me, Jay, Mike, & Dulan are pretty even. 15+ kills per match. 15% of the team's score. Sometimes we hit some flukes, maybe go into negative kill:death ratios. But it's all good, can't have a good day every day. BUT, I was on some other shit tonight. 35 kill average over 5 games. 35% of the team's points. Niggas were HEATED when I had to leave.

dre: man, you always leaving up early son
dulan: that's because that nigga has classes everyday.
dulan: mad blocked up, taking shit for no reason.
me: looooool, chill my nigga chill. summer it will be mad amounts cooler.
derek: so, i'd fuck angelina jolie raw, no lie. that bitch is bangin', agreed?
jay: fix your schedule, punk ass dude.
jeff: man, i snipe better when i'm high i swear.
derek: MOTHER FUCKER I ASKED A QUESTION!
all in unison: AGREED!

But, white kids. I know you're mad and all. But think of it this way, you are now salty enough about getting your ass kicked on a videogame, you're going to sleep at a proper time. Thus making it easier for you to wake up bright-eyed and bushy-tailed to face your middle school/early high school torments with much more of a optimistic outlook. While I, can point and laugh because I'm done with those years.

Oh, and this is a picture of the "nigger" who killed you.
Sweet dreams bitch.

DEATH @ THE 'BIG BLACK' EYES. Yo, there's my tribute son!
For real though, my lips are CRAZY pink for smoking so much. And my eyes, I hate the iris. It's JET black. Cannot STAND that. But I guess that's the price you pay when you're colorblind.

Calling my baby, baby girl. I hope she isn't asleep. Or mad that I put her off for a couple hours to chill with the homies. Fuck me for not thinking shit through. Hit me back my niggas.

Peace.