Hi haters I'm back off Hiatus.

< / Kanye >

Yes boys, girls, and aliens of all ages. The artist formerly known as Angel has returned.
CORRECTION: The artist currently known as Angel has returned.

Spring is in the air. But it feels like summer. Literally. Physically. Psychologically. Every-ally.
And why does it feel like summer you might ask? SCHOOL IS OVAH. <- Not over but OVAH.

Yeah yeah yeah I know, I already talked about this in my last blog.

BUT! That was then and this is now.
I'm done "studying" for finals. I'm done "researching" for final papers. I'm done sitting on my ass all day without writing a blog. OOPS! Can I say ass on the internet? Well I just did. Get over it.

Week one of summer vacation: FINALIZED.
And what have I learned so far?
1)It's going to be hot outside. Really hot.
2)I am hot. Really hot. Not temperature hot, the other kind of hot. (Number 1 is about temperature hot, just in case you couldn't figure it out)
3)No matter how much effort I put in school, I'm always going to dominate and get good grades.
4)I am a cocky jerk. Why am I a cocky jerk? See: Number 3
5)I love myself. And everyone loves myself too.
6)I have a lot of hanging out to do before I leave to Puerto Rico.
7)I am excited about going to Puerto Rico.
8)I like talking about myself a lot. -> See: Every line beginning with "I."
9)I am just writing a number 9 so I can get to a number 10.
10)Thank you for taking the time to read number 10. It serves no purpose except to take away 30 seconds from your life that I will never give back.

< / Life Stealing >

you spin me right round baby right round...

As we go on...
We remember...
All the time we...
Had together...

What the hell am I talking about? I'm not graduating.

BUT!!!

Tomorrow is the last day of school. Hooray. Hoorah. Yay. Yah. And all those other words that show emotion, or lack there of.

Semester One At Hunter College: Complete. Kinda.

I feel like I passed level one of Super Mario Brothers without wasting a single live. I need to save up my lives because level two seems like its going to have a lot of tricky monsters, secret booby traps, and invisible walls that are going to try to bring me down.

And God knows [insert Laugh Out Loud sound effect here] the last thing I need is an obstacle that I can't jump over. There is no way I can use SuperMarioCheats.com to get more college credits or more A's.

Note: For all of you who actually checked if SuperMarioCheats.com was a real website ---> [Insert Laugh out Loud sound effect here]

Note part two: Now I am actually going to check if SuperMarioCheats.com is a real website --->
[Insert Laugh out Loud sound effect here even louder]

But in the mean time, I am going to be studying for the onslaught of final exams (okay so I only have three but who's counting anyway) that are coming my way within the next 10 days.

Was this semester the easiest? No.
Was this semester the funnest? No.
Was this semester the fastest? No.

Despite all of that, this semester was the most important of my three so far. My writing ability has made into a force to be reckoned with. And this A train is not making local stops. Actually, its not making any stops. Well except maybe to Puerto Rico. WHOOOHAAAH!!! Oh yeah!

I had very little sleep last night, and I feel washed up.

So I will leave you bloggies with a One Love and a Goodnight.

"Perception is Reality."

- Angel

Procrastination Nation I'm Your Patient.

So whats better than procrastinating on your English paper because you don't wanna write?

OOOH I KNOW!! Pick Me! Pick Me!

Lets write here instead. YAY!

Well summer vacation is rearing its ugly head again...

...STOP!!!....HOLD IT NOW!!!... < /Pharell>
( ^^^ You have to not only be technologically sound, but musically sound to understand that one. Right DC ??? ;D )

What am I saying??? Summer vacation is going to be AMAZING. How do I know, you ask? I just do. I'm like Nike. Just do it. Minus the shoe factories in Vietnam where people make $54 a month. Nike's are overrated anyway. But thats another story for another day.

Globalization anyone? No thanks I'm full.

I can not wait for summer vacation. Not only has school been a mental and physical grind for the last 4 months, but I'm tired of waking up early. It's as simple as that. I like sleep. And sleep likes me back. At least sometimes anyway.

Well students today is Mother's Day. The one day of the year where all you selfish and ungrateful sons and daughters stop and think about how much your mother actually means to you. I'm not going to lie. I used to be part of that group way back when.

But that was then and this is now.
(Oh great I sound like an R&B song about not taking my lover back.)

I will never make that mistake again.
(Now I sound like an R&B song about begging my lover to take me back.)

I'm being selfish aren't I? It's Mother's Day and I'm talking about made up R&B songs. Shame on me!!!

SNAP BACK TO REALITY!!! < /Eminem>

Mother. I love you. A lot. No really. I love you so much. I would not be where I am today if it wasn't for all of the things you've done for me. I know we've been through a whole lot of chaos and craziness these last 20 years, but it made me the man I am today. 20 years strong and I am never looking back. I used to feel like the world was over. But with you by my side, the world is my monopoly board and I can go anywhere I want if I roll the die and take a chance.

So I bid you farewell my blog buddies, as I have to continue writing my essay. But I want to wish my mother and every other mother in this monopoly board, I mean world, a very happy and peaceful and loving Mother's Day. I love you all. Good night.

do i need a hot intro track?

Food and Liquor stores rest on every corner from 45th and State to the last stand...

JUST KIDDING LUPE. FNF UP.

Alright enough about that.

Welcome boys and girls of all ages. My name is Angel and I will be your tour guide today. Well...I will be your tour guide today, tomorrow, and maybe even the next day. So sit tight, keep your hands away from the windows, and no flash photography. Unless of course you're taking a picture of me, that is. In case you haven't heard, I'm a 20 year old sophomore at Hunter College. Oh yes I love my Upper East Side people. THROW YA HANDS IN THE AIR!!! Actually, considering that Hunter College is smack dab in the middle of the wealthiest zip code in the United States, there aren't many of my hood people in sight, let alone people throwing up the EAST SIDE. Pressure?! Discomfort?! Nah. I get that dirt of my shoulders and lean back. As you might have already guessed, I love Hip Hop. No wait. I live Hip Hop. And I live by, live on, and live up to Hip Hop. I wake up to Hip Hop and I sleep to Hip Hop. The more that Hip Hop grows and changes, the more I grow and change. What I once used as a gateway for escapism, has now become one of the most liberating sources of free expression. When I started listening to Hip Hop music at the age of 14, I could definitely say I was trying to live Hip Hop. Now at 20 it is clear that Hip Hop lives inside of me. Six years strong and I've never looked back. Thank you Hip Hop.

I'll talk to you guys later I'm gonna go bump some Lupe Fiasco.

CHECK YOUR INGREDIENTS BEFORE YOU OVERDOSE ON THE COOL.

I'm Out.