Motivation

In life ther are things we do that are motived by anything person, cause, or inner reason. Something motives everything to do something. My motivation an item. But its not any item. its an item so rare only 500 are made a year, each hand crafted. Each built to order. Each built in a factory of the items home country. My item is an Lamborghini LP 560-4 or better known at the Gallardo. This to me is no normal car. its more then that. this car is a living breathing being in my eyes. Today i was outside the dealership looking threw the windows for almost 10 mins just starting at the marvelous creature wanting, waiting, lusting for the day when i can attain one. I walked around the outside of the dealership and sat a table outside the cafe and watching the commercial for the LP 560 3 or 4 times for 15-20 minutes. My passion for this car is beyond words. I have craved and drooled over this car since i was 15. I have always had a passion for Lamborghinis even as a child.

One day I will have my Lamborghini

Love

ever since i could remember i'll always been fasinated. Always wanted to get closer and get more. for years i watched and smiled from a distance sharing a laugh here and there. but soon i would be able to get closer and i would be the one causing the smiles, and the laughs. soon i would be the one going out at night and enjoying great times. But even as close as things have gotten over the years i still wanted to get closer and takes things to the next level. and finally i had my chance the we became more interactive. the amount of fun we had increased to a level i never knew we could have. but in the back of my head i knew we could have even more. all these years i still haven't outgrown my love of cars....hahaha

uninspired

today has just been a very uneventful, uninspiring, ungodly day.

i just haven't felt like doing anything what so ever

The Cake

Kid Yosh- Its gotten to a point where i can't tell if not having a job is making me depressed or how much time i spend looking for a job is making me depressed

Charmader- oh, same here.
i'm so fucking desperate for a job.
it just depresses me in general.
ugh.

K.Y-of all the things i've seen so far in the last 6 months the only thing i'm suprised i haven't seen is a paper or article talking about an increase in suicides or depression

C-i'm sure it's coming.
i'm just looking forward to the changes that are going to be coming now that Obama is the president elect.

K.Y- yea
thats the light at the nd of the tunnel for alot of us

C-definitely.

K.Y- i feel like during the months before the election i was just in a dark room and a light would flicker here and there in the far distance. but once he become the president elect the light has stayed on and has slowly gotten closer

C- that's how I felt.
it just feels like a fresh start.

Tru Life

I use to watch this show and wonder how able bodied adults were unable to find jobs. And it makes sense now. I use to watch these shows and thing to myself, how did you fuck your life up to where you're basically homeless and unable to afford to basics of life.

I no longer wonder this question. I logged into myspace to and i saw a bulletin that was along the lines of being able to find a job until he can go to school. I hug out with Island Girl yesterday and we both spoke of how people don't understands whats really going on until they have been forced to join us in the pool of unemployed youth. We have come to a point where we unwilling have become the stereotypical unemployed child still living with their parents to the outside eye. But anyone who knows the position we're in knows its nothing of the sort. Many of us would give just about anything to be able to provide for ourselves but at the current moment it is unattainable. If MTv wanted to do a new episode of Tru Life "I'm Broke/Jobless/Seeking Employment/etc." I could give them about 15 people...

First Friday

Micro Mini, originally uploaded by Shay Hogan.

First Friday is an event held in many cities that is a gathering of artist. Today I went I was joined my Las Chicas(Joanna and Frida) and we had quite a good time, we later went to In-N-Out where i watching them stuff their faces since i had already eaten Wendys. We later took Joannas car to desert Vdub and then we went home. Well they did I stopped at Sonic and took that picture of Zabi...my car gotta love Depth of Field

Where Did My Cheese Go

I awoke 10 months ago and said "Where did my cheese go?"
The cheese that i was entitled to had be taken from me and I didn't know where it went or why it left but it was gone. I like any other animal trapped in a maze on the hunt for food ventured back into hunting for more cheese. Which I found and once figured out how to make this cheese last the mice that where in charge of said cheese took it from me.

I have for the last 8 months been running around a maze hitting my head on walls on the hunt for this elusive cheese. I feel as if I have been over every bit of the maze. Running thru every passage, around every turn, stuck in every corner. In the last few weeks I asked the question, why can't i find any cheese, is it simply because I not looking in the right places at the right time. Or is it the maze itself. I have in the last few weeks became to consider maybe it is time for me to switch to another maze

The American Zeitgeist

After 8 years of failure from our government many of us believe that there is nothing that can be done to fix the problems that exist in our political system.

After 8 years of constant debt we feel as if this hole we have gotten ourselves into has become inescapable for the sheer amount owed seems impossible to overcome.

After 8 years of fearing for our own well being is companies and factories have slowly closed and left the country we felt as if our government cared not about us.

But now there is a light of hope as the end of this dark tunnel that could lead to better times. Fear not these oncoming changes my brother, for they could be the answers to dreams, our hopes, our prayers. We stand here on the era of America's revolution. I am ready for it. I am ready to see this debt begin to dwindle and hopefully soon become a surplus. I am ready to see jobs and factories come back to this once great nation. I am ready to see what out government can do to help us make past this hard times. I am ready to see a new American Zeitgeist one that in a future we can look back on and be proud of. One that I tell my children I was apart of and hold my head high when I say. One that wont fail me like the one of the last 8 years have.

Judgement Day

Came early and the winner by a fucking landslide is Senator Barak Obama. As i type this the points are
333-146.
I shall insert a photo of the results once all the votes are in so we can forever see how badly McCain got his old ass whooped by

Terror Chapter 1

Terror

My name is Frankie.I use was born in Kansas and lived there till I was 18. So I was use to having little contact with technology until I moved to New York. A year after I moved on June 5, 2018 it happened. Everything piece of tech I owned, became useless. The United States had been hit with an EMP Lets go back to the beginning.

May 3 2017

I'm sitting in the school gym while we do out graduation practice. I look around at these people and I think where the hell did these people come from and where have some of them been. At my school as a senior you only need two classes one if you took Government over summer classes, so I can somewhat understand why I've never seen them. Id only have one class but my parents don't want to help me get a car so I have a full day. It completely sucks ass. I wonder why this whole process is even needed. I'm just leaving high school, its not Ive done something major, or maybe I have and I just don't give a damn about it. I just what the hell out of this god forsaken town.

After sitting in the schools gym for two hours and getting out of classes I walk out an hour early, what are they going to do tell me I cant walk. If I walk or not I don't give a damn, shit they can kick me out for all I care. I open the front door of my ranch style house. It smells of baked goods, my moms hobby is baking. I swear if that damn stove broke mom would go insane.

"Hey Kiddo!"

"Don't call me kiddo I'm seventeen years old damn it!" I yell back at my father. Ive hated being called kiddo since I was seven. I walk down the hallway to my room. I look up at the posters Ive pinned to my ceiling, old school rock bands like System of a Down, Korn, Nirvana and Nine Inch Nails. Someday Ill leave this town and go someplace big, I think to myself. I look out the window to vast nothing. Colby, Kansas has come a long way though.

When we first moved here back in 2006 it was us and the cows. Now were got an elementary school, a middle school and Colby High. About 10 years ago they built a Super Wal-mart. Made the town more then a stop off the freeway, but besides that this town is still nothing more then a place where the cows out number the people. They milk the cows and ship the milk to the Hershey factory about 150 miles away. When the cows are no longer milk-able I've been told they sell the cows to this slaughter house in Denver. Lucky cows. I'd rather be dead them living here. I close my eyes and next thing I know my mom is calling me for dinner.

"Francesca. Francesca come eat!"

"DON'T CALL ME THAT DAMN NAME!"

I enter the kitchen and my plate. Nothing but baked food, sometimes I really just want to take a bat to that damn stove. Everything we eat in this house is baked, I never thought I said this out loud but I did
"WHY THE FUCK DO YOU BAKE EVERYTHING! DID NANA NOT TEACH YOU SHIT AS A LITTLE GIRL!"

Here face turns red as it feels with rage. The table goes quite as the everyone including me has already forseen the outcome of exchange I've just made with my mother. She reaches out and smacks me shitless. My little brother breaks into a laughing frenzy, until I smack him shitless too and mom hit me again this time knocking me out of my chair. My and my twelve year old brother are lying on the kitchen floor holding our mouths tearing eyed. He spits in my face and runs off; I dont see the point in chasing him if hes just going to his room to cry. I wipe my face with my sleeve and get up. I make a move for the front door I stumble and pass out. Mom hit me harder then I thought.

D-Day

We have entered the final hours of the election. Some of us have worked for years to get here. Some of us have worked the last few weeks to get here but this is where it all pays off. This is where we find out where our country goes. This is where some of decide our future with this country(I personally have looked into getting long term Visas in Canada, England, and Japan) We are entering what some of us would considered the scariest hours of our life. Many of us are sitting somewhere listening to the radio as the polls are coming in from the east coast and will be till they close in Hawaii. Counting Hawaii we have 11 hours untill everything closes down and the tally begins. Tomorrow will be Judgment Day when we find out who shall lead this country, and the Americans aren't the only ones watching. The World is also on edge awaiting the answer. Some more nervous then us. Many of them hoping that a democratic candidate wins.

Mathamathics

so i'm just sitting here kinda staring off into space at the current moment thinking over the events for the previous day, and the more and more i add these numbers together the less and less sense it makes. I've tried looking at the story from both ends and it still doesn't seem to make sense. The numbers are there, the math is done, all the work is shown, and I can even seen the result...BUT IT DOESN'T ADD UP!!!!!

i feel like there is something i'm not getting but when I ask Lil Sis and Barbie they both say the same thing....the numbers dont work. maybe i should just sit the equation down and walk away from it