“You might as well be dead. Seriously, if you always put limits on what you can do, physically or anything else, it’ll spread over into the rest of your life. It’ll spread into your work, into your morality, into your entire being. There are no limits. There are plateaus, but you must not stay there, you must go beyond them. If it kills you, it kills you. A man must constantly exceed his level.”
- Bruce Lee
(via candedreamz)
(via quachum)
I use a lot of slang.
I wasn’t always like this though. When I was a kid I spoke English properly, my grammar was on point, and when I conversed with others I’d like to think my conversation actually provoked some thought.
As people were asking me to sign their yearbooks, I actually found myself trying to avoid this year’s population of yearbook holders because I didn’t want to go through the trouble of writing a thoughtful message expressing how much everyone meant to me and how attractive or funny everyone was. Now it just seemed corny and very robotic. Before, I would have hopped on signing yearbooks enthusiastically. I was born ready to kiss everyone’s ass and tell them to H.A.G.S. This year I was tempted to just write, “If you want a series of compliments, 408-555-5555.”
So slang right?
I believe using slang is an important fraction of what lead me to my new critical, yet lazy mindset/lifestyle. I slur my words together, my sentences include a predictable inclusion of niggas, bitches, hoes, crap, shit, and god forbid f bombs the most.
This used to bother me.
The reason I stopped speaking so properly is because in 6th grade, I was speaking with my crush Kirsten Blasco through AIM and she said, “Why do you speak so proper! You’re so weird!” This stuck to me and I changed my habit of speaking the way England wanted our language to be spoken. I regretted making the change the first few years after, but now I realize what my transformation has REALLY caused. I’m not dumber. I have not lost any class. Okay…much class. In fact, I’d like to think I’ve become smarter. My style of carrying myself, of speaking, of acting has caused me to think bigger. Using slang was the first domino that caused me to overlook rules and question laws that oppressed me. This gave me a sense of street-smartness. My mom calls me the ghetto seed of our household, but I just see myself as a realist rather than an idealist. I see myself as enlightened.
-_- youre so lame………..im gonna be shez for the rest of my life…
Aight this totally sounds like Miles…lolol NO!
I really need to get a dance name before R16….
First day without the seniors. Missing Miles to death. At least now he can go become famous. N shit. (Taken with instagram)
Im not a spiritual dude, but I swear god just made me get down super hard to the credits song of Boyz n the Hood, and then put on the movie Notorious right after on purpose. TV makes you guys fat, but this shit is my work out!
lol i’m the wrong person to ask buddy
Dear teachers who are STILL giving us homework,
Today is Thursday, May 17, 2012. School ends in exactly one week. WHAT MORE DO YOU WANT FROM US!
Sincerely,
Students with homework
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