Farhaad's journals

-I am incapable of being in a bad mood for long. It's wonderful to get over things in a jiffy. Yeah, I said jiffy. There are many things that make me smile and put me in a good mood almost instantly. My favorite is violent rap music. It makes me extremely  happy. To all those who are constantly shitty, can't shake a bad mood and have bad days on the regular - You need to cut it out. Have fun. Relax. Drink a Guinness or your beverage of choice. There's too many beautiful things around for you to be down about any kind of bullshit. Don't let anything get to you. Enjoy life. I mean it.

-Happy 4th of July!!!!!!!!!!!! FUCK CANADA DAY!

"..There's a party in my pants, bitch, and I wanna invite ya.."

-I've decided going to hop on a plane to somewhere before the end of the Summer. I need it. Why? Because I have the time, I'll make the best of it. It'll be my last real vacation for a bit. School and Work are going to get in the way of travel eventually. I don't know how long I'm going to be in where it is I'm going to be. haha. Yes, I have to be cryptic about it. I can't have some trick double cross me at the airport, ya dig? Streetz iz Watchin'. Better yet, "..The word on the street. They cant trace my rap sheet. Still, I creep swift, trying to slip on heat. The word on the street. There's things way beyond deep. Promise me you'll keep your mouth closed, and no leaks.."

-I haven't been going out lately. It's just been basketball, food with Julene, or drinking a Guinness with Annaliese and Andrew at their place. They're nice people. I feel like my core group of friends are growing apart from me, though. I don't think there's anything I can do about it either. I'm sure it has to do with the majority of them being pretty conservative, and me being super liberal. I feel like that gets in the way of everything, including simple things like conversation over dinner, or just watching the game. I don't get it. I really don't want to get it. I'm gonna end up friendless like the guy who played Samantha's husband on Bewitched. He was nuts when it came time to die. haha.

-And now, the many faces of Farhaad:

KillYouHaad:

NWAhaad:

AutumnSaidShe'dGiveMeHeadHaad:

TryingToFigureOutIfThisHoAtTheBarIsHotHaad:

YourJokeWasNotFunnyHaad:

ThisIsSomeGoodAssWaterHaad:

WhichMemberAmI?Haad:

Damn,RobKessingIsFatHaad:

HeadFromAutumnIsSoSoHaad:

LoveHaad:

-The end. Now a line from my favorite song.

"..This is recreational wreck to keep y'all illin'. Sound off with rounds off, rock, like Bob Dylan. With 1 million and 1 guns, 1 million and 1 sons. Cap peelin', put two in your lungs. Brrum brrum.."

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-Check out that cool ass Widow's Peak I've got. Anyway, pink eye. How embarrassing. I dont think it helps that I got poked in the same eye last night during a basketball game. Oh well. This gives me a reason to buy an eye patch. And now, here's the video for the greatest song ever:






You ain't ever seen a Chevy with the butterfly doors.

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Whatcha starin' at?

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