Now I wonder who fell for that...

Prepare for what might be labeled as a rant...

So as you might know, I m in Nebraska right now with my elder brother. He's the king of not cool people! Obviosly he is ashamed of having me as a little brother and would like a different one. He wants me to be like him, but we're opposites! He doesn't complement me on amy of my talents or attributes, he only complements me on stuff I do that he does. He complemented me on counting money he probably got from dealing drugs. I just came to Omaha so that I could eventually go to Lincoln, Nebraska to visit my cousins. But Now I just said "Screw it. I'll just stay here."

He even offered me to o to High School in Omaha talking about, "Oh, you gon' be popular up here. You ain't nobody in Houston, but if they find out that my little bro's gon' be goin to school up here, you gon' be popular, nam sayin'?"

I don't want to go to school up here. He wants me to hang around all these ghetto kids, and he expects me to become one. Screw his expectations, I'll live up to my own! I don't want to be "Ghetto"! I want to be Ishmael DeShawn King III! (I'm not really the third, I just like to add that to the end of my name). He thinks I'm lame because I'm a black kid who plys soccer and has "mexican" friends. They're hispanic @nd I don't care what his perspective is!

But enough with the ranting, I'm back, and I'll visit all of your blogs tomarrow!

Peace out, yo!

Shazam!...

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