The Xhris Galliguez
May 2010
HOLY CRAP!
The guy who lives two doors down from me is named James Bond. He is Scotish by blood, but is from England. He moved here after retiring from some secret government agency!!!!! AHHHH
My dad can read my mind....
Me thinking: Pizza would be good right about now….
Dad from living room: CHRISTIAN, COME WITH ME TO GET SOME PIZZA!
Forgive and Forget
Why forget? From inspiration from the teachings of Kingdom Hearts… memories should be cherished no matter how bitter or sweet or bittersweet because it’s those memories that make you who you are.
Haha... Cummingtonite, my favorite mineral.
AHAHHAHAHAHA
hi. my name is christian galliguez & i love ninah solidum. she is the greatest and bestest friend a person could ever have. my life without her would be an empty one.
So this is what those awesome pictures were about....
Day 1: A picture of you on your birthday or on your favorite holiday.
Day 2: A picture of you in one of your favorite outfits.
Day 3: A picture of you making a goofy face at the camera.
Day 4: A picture you might have edited to make yourself look more attractive.
Day 5: A picture of you truly being yourself.
Day 6: The most recent picture of yourself.
Day 7: A picture of you being absolutely ridiculous.
Day 8: A picture of a time in your life that’s over but you wish it wasn’t.
Day 9: A picture of you when you were nothing but happy.
Day 10: A picture of you when you were a different person than you are now.
Day 11: A picture with someone you love.
Day 12: A picture of how you’d like the world to see you.
Day 13: A picture that describes how you’d like to spend everyday.
Day 14: A picture of a time when everything was changing.
Day 15: A picture that makes your heart hurt.
Day 16: A picture that makes you smile.
Day 17: A picture of your past.
Day 18: A picture of your present.
Day 19: A picture you couldn’t leave out.
Day 20: A picture of just you.
i don”t wanna steal anything but i think this is a good idea. i’ll start this tmo.
RAMBLE ON: That Guy →
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John McClane: You know what you get for being a hero? Nothin’. You get shot at. You get a little pat on the back, blah, blah, blah, attaboy. You get divorced. Your wife can’t remember your last name. Your kids don’t want to talk to you. You get to eat a lot of meals by yourself. Trust me, kid,…
And the wounds heal. Great way to end the night.
Penspinning is back
So you think you had a hard childhood? →
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Well fuck you, it’s got nothing on mine. My mom practically kicked my ass out of the house before I even hit 13, and I never even met my dad. My only friend until I was 10 was the asshole next door who was always beating the shit out of me and telling me I wasn’t worth shit. It’s not even like I had a choice, the town fucking had like 9 people living in it, I shit you not. My entire adolescence was just moving around from place to place trying to get along with people who didn’t even want me.
You think that’s the worst? My only friend was an Asian guy in his thirties or something, who only kept me around because he thought I could help him get laid. The only perk was that I also got to hang around with this cute ginger chick, she was flat as a pancake sure, but damn she was a total nymph. She must have been a sadist or something cause she always took pleasure in hitting me and telling me how she loved to get wet.
But dear God, the bane of my existence was this adult couple that I could NOT seem to avoid. You know those types of couples that are absolutely sickening, like they wear matching outfits and finish each other’s sentences? Yeah, they were fucking creepers, and they had this cat, which was at least twice as annoying as they were. I swear the thing would never shut the fuck up.
Like I said, I ended up moving from town to town getting into fights with other kids my age, even adults from time to time.
The only thing that kept me going was my dream to become a Pokemon master.
