MARKLUCIANO

Someone forgot to sign off their tumblr at my house…but hi mark(:

I just wanted to say…you’re a poohead. But I love you nonetheless. (:

BYE!

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jasonbuhsool:

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markmejia:

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raphycfeolino:

No, just stop. I’m tired of seeing kids post Twitter/FB/Tumblr updates, post pictures of them doing those “cool” stuff, or even calling other people, to inform them that they’re “gone,” “hella high,” “lightheaded,” “hotboxin’,” etc. You get the point. What the hell are you kids trying to prove? That you’re “cool” to be doing that at this age? Well, YOU FAIL. STFU PLEASE. In reality, you’re practically saying “DUDE, MY KIDNEYS AND LUNGS ARE DYING! THIS IS IS SO FUN.”  Don’t give me bs saying “I’m stressed. I have to do it” or “Dude, we only have one life! Let’s have some fun!” There are so many better alternatives but you’re too ignorant to see it. Go, have fun. Go drink, smoke, pop, etc. You’re probably having fun now but you’ll get it when you get older. Trust me on that. Before my grandpa passed away, he told my Dad to tell all of us not to do all of those bad things because we’ll end up in the hospital like he did. This post is MAINLY targeted to the under-aged kids who flaunt the fact that they’re “getting high,” “lightheaded,” or “wasted.” Keep that to yourself; no one cares. If you drink or smoke or any of that ish, I wouldn’t mind keeping you as a friend. I respect your decision; it’s your life, not mine. But if you start flaunting it, pressuring me to do that stuff, calling me a “fag” for not doing it, acting like a complete douchebag, etc. , I’ll be glad to kick you out of my life.

/rant

hahahahaaaaaa AMEN.

basis of my morals

Ok lately, I’ve been hella busy lately and I don’t know why. Like I don’t even have any time just to mess around (except for weekends). -_-

I have these things weekly:
FSA - Thursday + Friday + Sometimes Saturday
VSU - Now all week. But the show is on March 6! @ EVHS. GOGOGO
Yearbook - Every Friday, and an assignment atleast once a week.
8th Period - Once a week too
Track (But im injured. so im off for now. yessss.) - But everyday also.
SAT Crams (Starts tomorrow) - Just Thursdays

I also have:
54 Hours of workgrant left.
6.5 Hours of CSP hours to do.

and i have to balance all that with the heavy schoolwork. -_-

yay for my life

justinbieberr:

are there any other places I should go to as well? I want to meet you guys

Houston*

sorry, that was really bothering me. like your voice

Ok so my grades were horrible, and just got much more worse today. Well for History and Math. I NEVER have nothing below an A in Math and this is the first year this has happened. ughers.

Well, kind of weird, but I switched to writing in USF pens to motivate me, haha. And i think it’s kind of working. No more gel heavy ink pens, even though theyre so <3. haha. But yeah, History and Math? Fuck. Seriously.

Well good news is my Spanish and English grade went up again and are becoming A’s while I have an A in Chem and Social Justice. woo!

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Ok so I was showering and some of you know how knees are messed up right now (but getting better). haha, so I was just stretching my legs in there. Like the one where you lift your leg up behind you and just grab your ankle and stretch.

So in the shower my back was to the shower head and faucet part, and when i was going to stretch my left leg, i lifted up my leg fast and my heel got like stabbed by the faucet. and im like FUHHHHHHHH in the shower, haha.

I take a look and it was like hella bleeding and next thing i see is like my skin hella dangling and shit. so im like fuck.

the cut’s actually pretty deep and i had to rip off the rest of the skin that got torn off. it’s soo omg. it’s hella nasty. but yeah.

i guess i can’t go to track this week. boooo…. HAH. but yeah.
It hella hurts i can barely put pressure on it.

1) My heel is like throbbing. my mom said that it can get infected easily since its cut deep.

2) My knees are getting better. yesssssssss

3) This week is gonna be hell. So much homeworkk. Tomorrow I have hella hw too -_-

4) My plans this week is so busy -_-
Monday: VSU Hip Hop
Tuesday: FSA Hip Hop or Casual?
Wednesday: Team 8th Practice
Thursday: FSA Hip Hop
Friday: Yearbook + FSA + whatevs.

5) I miss you Jay ):

6) I wanna play COD right now. I’m getting so addicted. haha

7) I miss the way things were with you. but i guess it’s fine man, you’re happy

8) pictures pictures pictures

9) I hope I can go next weekend. schnoom!

10) I’m tired. Time to talk to the baby and sleep. gnight!

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fudge yes .

I admire people who can simply admit their mistakes. Don’t care if they make themselves look like an idiot. They strut their imperfections. Admit their mistakes and failures. Embarrass themselves and not giving a fuck. Not being afraid to be the loser.

It’s not that their proud of all the wrongs they do, but they simply don’t care to be the best at anything. They just want to be themselves and do what they do.

If you think about it, these kind of people are probably the most fun, happy, and humble in your life. It may not apply to you, but it hella applies to me.

Just a random thought. haha.

has been going by soooo fast. I still have a shitload of hw to do, and i haven’t started. I kind of want to start but I’m really lazy. blah.

Tomorrows plans? I guess I’ll just go to VSU casual.

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janspreme:

Spoiler so be careful.

I mean this movie caters to everyone hence the big ass movie star cast. I mean Everyone, from the happy couple married ever since to the two friends who are best friends end up with each other, to complete strangers being overly nice to each other, to the two high school kids who want sex to the high school kids who are the shit to the interracial couple who hates love to the kids who didn’t know they liked each other to the old timers who had some bumps in the middle to the couple in where the girl is a whore to the gay couple to the everyone. There’s a lot of couples out there. I didn’t really connect myself with one of the sets but I would choose the interracial couple who hated valentines day in the end they loved it. It was a sweet movie. I surely recommend. But don’t watch it expecting to see hella Taylor L and Taylor S, add there view time together and it’s like 5-8 minutes tops.

“You don’t step into love, you fall into it head over heels.” or in my case head over vans?

Hahah, duude. I came out of the movie. EXACTLY the same feeling. hahah, like same reflection on it and errthang. How funny. I even remembered the same line. Hahahah.

3 words.

Let’s get naked.

It’s 4:23 A.M. and that shit just happened -_-. I just washed my pillow sheet and bed covers too. ughsies.

This is something I wrote almost about a year ago. I found it while going through my old xanga, haha. I completely remember this day, it was seriously like frustrating. HAH. Here you goo.

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I wake up to ”I’m Yours”. Happiness.
Hungry as hell, tired as hell.
Planning to see Jay around 10:30 today.
I spend about half an hour crouching in front of my dad’s room cuz I’m afraid to ask.
Half an hour later.
“Dad, I’m gonna go to the park.” Mark said with his heart rapidly beating.
“Ok, be careful.” Dad says quickly.
“……………………….”
Wtf yo.
Anyways, after that I see Jay. Happiness.
Hungry as hell, tired as hell.
I start walking back home around 2:30.
I get a text from my brother saying, “Hurry, there’s In N Out. Kiana got the 2nd to last one.”
My eyes open, I start speedwalking.
As I, i start spinning my lanyard around my fingers.
Suddenly, i speedwalk so speedful of speed it flies off.
It lands in this palm tree/bush.
It’s stuck about 10 feet high.
It takes me about 20 minutes to get it down.
I get home, Olivia just took the last In N Out burger.
Wtf yo.
Well there’s no In N Out, but Uncle Rod bought Panda Express. Happiness.
Hungry as hell, tired as hell.
I plan to eat later so I don’t interrupt them talking.
I go upstairs, lie in my bed.
Texting texting texting, then talk.
I start to hear them leaving.
I can now eat.
Woah what happened, I fell asleep, waking up around 5:40.
“Mark, go get ready for church!”
“……………………..*stomach growls”
Wtf yo.
I go to church, I get there around 6:00 and no conflicts. Happiness.
Hungry as hell, tired as hell.
I don’t usher today, because I’m late.
Constantly going to the bathroom to “blow my nose” but actually trying to keep myself up.
Church is just about over.
“Mark, come here. Go hand out these bulletins,” says mah brotha Oby.
I get handed over a fatass stack.
Wtf yo.
Patrick and Sarah are standing behind me, everyone almost gone. Happiness.
Hungry as hell, tired as hell.
“Excoos mee, cahn yoo watch mah baybeee?” *asian accent
“…….Umm ok.”
The vietnamese lady leaves the baby in her little carriage.
“……………………….”
“Mark, why is their a baby right next to you?” x10
We wait til the mom comes back.
She picks up her cute little baby, thanks me, and leaves.
“Mark, the baby girl looked just like Jay.”
“Mom, everything that is Vietnamese reminds you of Jay.”
“I want to have another baby daughter, you have to take care of her like you take care of Jay.”
Wtf yo.
We step out of the church, about to go home. Happiness.
Hungry as hell, tired as hell.
Walking down the sets and sets of stairs.
“Alice? Alice!!”
“…………………………”
She finds one of her old friends.
I wait in the car with my dad and Aldrich for about 20 minutes.
Wtf yo.
My mom comes back. Happiness. 
Hungry as hell, tired as hell.
On our way home. 
Can’t wait to go get at that Big Fat Hairy Black/White cock Bear Express.
“The lady I was just talking to got in a divorce.” 
Mom starts to laugh.
“Why are you laughing?”
“Noooo, it’s kind of funny because her husband turned bakla (gay) on her.”
Wtf yo.
Suddenly, I arrive at my beloved Panda Express holding home. Happiness.
Hungry as hell, tired as hell.
I open the door, I see all the Panda Express containers.
Take off my shoes as fast as I can.
Run upstairs undress and dress.
Run back down.
I head to the kitchen just staring at the Panda Express containers.
I get my plate and utensils.
I hastily open the containers.
They’re all empty.
Wtf yo.