Texas Rez

Merry Christmas to this awesome random posting thread! :D

Hello, and Merry Christmas to all and everyone! Sorry this has been delayed, I'll make it up to you guys, I swear, especially with the last chapter being so short (sorry, I was rushing to finish it that night)! Chapter 5: "Merry Christmas, Rezzy Leon" The three were put into the back of a cop car, although there were three seperate cars to seperate the three from each other. Rezzy Leon was put into one car with one woman next to him who was handcuffed as well. "Stupid ass Santa," she complained. "I told you he was fake." Rezzy looked at her like she has problems, which, she does. I don't know what problems she has, but obviously they are some serious problems. "He never told me what the code word was," Rezzy said to himself. Two cops were sitting in the front seats of the car, discussing what they call a "drug bust". "So apparently she was using a code word to be signaled when she was going to give him the drugs," the cop driver said. "What was it?", the other cop asked. "The code word was...," the driver went on to say. "Wait a minute," interrupted the other cop. "Let's go by to the Q Store over here to pick up some shoelaces. I've seem to lost mine whenever we arrested that loud woman who accused Santa of being fake." © Anthony Romero, 2012

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77 degrees Fahrenheit, sunny.

Rush - Xanadu (Exit...Stage Left version)

I don't care if people call Houston boring, because it is not boring. You're just not doing Houston right.

^ while I'm over here in the central zone, all alone. xD

When you think of "X&Y" every time you graph in your math class.

"You came along and you cut me loose." - Amsterdam "I'm not gonna take it back, and I'm not gonna say that I don't mean that." - A Message

LP6, LP6, LP6, LP6, LP6....

MERRY COLDPLAYING CHRISTMAS! :dance: Get ready for those gifts!

It won't be Christmas over here until another twelve hours, but Merry Christmas to everyone over there in December 25th already! :D

The fact that I'm on break will make my next 17 days!

I wouldn't mind dying a virgin between the ages of 18-25, but I can't save myself for someone special forever.

All you basically gotta do in soccer is to just kick the living shit out of the ball! :P

The White Stripes - Get Behind Me Satan Rush - Power Windows

I wonder if I'll get Live 2012 this Christmas! :surprised:

Me: How many fingers am I holding up? Chris: Six. Me: Yes, you're right. Six. Chris: What's "6" have to do with this interview? Me: What does "M.I.I.X." have to do with the song itself? Chris: What's the point of this fuckin' interview? Tell me what "6" means. Me: Look, dammit, what's the name of your sixth album?! :angry: Chris: My sixth album? Um... I haven't even released my first solo record. Me: *facepalms*

LET ME LOVE YOU DAMMIT

I was going to mention something else, but this just topped that! :lol:

Alrighty guys, here it is; Chapter 4 out of 5 in the 2012 Rezzy Leon Christmas special. A little late on posting this chapter, but oh well. Better late than never, huh? While I'm on the topic of Rezzy Leon, I'll just go ahead on updating you guys on the future of the series of stories that'll be coming up in 2013. The fifth, and final, chapter of this story will be posted on December 25, 2012. (That's Christmas Day, for those of you who don't know...) This story is basically a setup for the first series of official stories, breaking "tradition" of writing stories based off of holidays. The fourth, and next, Rezzy Leon story will arrive in January 2013, as I have begun to write out the outline of it. As of now, the number of chapters it will have isn't determined. Chapter 4: "Never mind the boots. We'll just go." The three of them have arrived to where Ashley claimed the boots are. Inside a dark room, where the lighting was dim, all they could see was a white box on top of a pedestal. Ashley then grabbed the box, holding onto it. "Okay," she said, "Now, Thomas, I believe we had ourselves a deal." "Oh, right!", he responded. "How much do I owe you?" "$1,500." "$1,500?! Bitch, you're tripping!" "Not at the moment, I'm not." "FINE! You take cash or credit?" "Doesn't matter. Just as long as I have my money, you know." "You know what? Never mind the boots. We'll just go..." "NO! Don't go! Please! I've been through a LOT just to get these boots for you!" "Hm... Open the box and show me that those actually are the boots first, before I even risk my money on such." Ashley then hesitated to open the box, moving her right hand sluggishly over the top of it. "Now open it," Thomas demanded. "I'm opening it!", Ashley claimed. "Just give me a second, will ya?!" Rezzy then started to become concerned, as he started to notices Ashley's odd behavior. "Are you okay, Ashley?", Rezzy asked. "I am," she said in a somewhat shaky voice. The three were then interrupted as they heard a door slam open down the stockroom entrance. "I think she's over here," one voice echoed. "We'll search throughout this room, too!", echoed another voice. Then footsteps started to be heard. By each second it got louder, as it started to approach the three of them. Eventually one man walked up to them. "AHA!", he said, pointing at Ashley. "Not only did I found our target, but there's two more with her!" "Now who the fuck are you?", Ashley asked out of confusion. "Ma'am," the man said, showing his FBI badge, "We're with the FBI, and we're arresting you three for illegal drug dealing." "Oh come on!", Ashely complained. "There are boots in that box! I swear!" "Riiight," the FBI agent said, opening the box. "Can you explain THIS!" Rezzy and Mr. Leon looked at each other, then looked at the inside of the shoebox. "Who knew she'd sell us weed and cocaine?", Rezzy said. "Obviously you two, since you WERE buying it after all!", replied the FBI agent. "All of you, put your hands behind your backs." "Well, isn't this great?", Rezzy pouted. "Getting arrested when it's Christmas time. Perfect." "I want a lawyer," Thomas said as soon as he was handcuffed.

Is it too much for me to ask for some peace of mind? The answer to that, apparently, is "Yes, it is too much." Don't get me wrong, I know it's Christmas time and all and we're supposed to be in that cheery holiday mood, but it's just impossible for me to be in good spirits at a time like this. We all mourn over the 20 children who actually deserve better things to come. They didn't even live to see high school, and it pains me to know that, all because some guy wanted to have guns speak louder than his words. Such a senseless act. I couldn't help but to grow sad over such on that dark Friday. Saturday night didn't help any. My mom wasn't in good condition that night. I was worried about her, urging her to go to the hospital. Sunday morning, I awoke only to hear my second eldest brother tell me that she was hospitalized and diagnosed with pneumonia. Last night, I tried to collect all thoughts and maintain composure. After all of that thinking, I concluded that nothing else mattered as much as they used to. This includes the girl I'm very fond of (still), my story writing, poetry, and creating videos for others' amusement. A week ago, these things mattered so much to me, but not as much now, seeing that the woman who brought me into this world is suffering and the whole nation has their flags half-staffed on behalf of the tragedy in Connecticut. Well, I think I shall wrap up this entry here, seeing how I can't quite think straight anymore as of now.

Do you like Nutella?

Yeah, you're probably going to not respond that like all the other 95% that I sent you... Do you at least ACKNOWLEDGE the ones you don't respond to?

Chapter 3: "These boots were actually made for running, not walking." After Rezzy and his father left the Macy's, Rezzy asked his dad which item was next on this list to purchase for Mrs. Leon. "Hm...," Mr. Leon said, looking at the list. "Wow... She wants those boots she's been telling us about." Rezzy had a confused expression on his face. "Like, cowboy boots?", he asked his father. "No, fool! I'm talking about those boots with the fur on it." "OH! I thought you were talking about those Texan boots, or something like that." "I can't believe I spent seventeen years of my life raising THIS; a dumbass!" "Whatever. At least I take pride in who I am!" "So what? Anyways, let's find a footwear store for women, and in a hurry, too." The two then walked around the mall for a few minutes searching for a women's footwear store until they came across one. Eventually they did, as it was just a Lady's Footlocker. The two then looked at each other with the expression on their faces reading "Do we really have to?". As soon as they both walked in, an employee who works there welcomed the two. "Um...," Rezzy turned to his father. "You sure they sell furry boots here? This is a Lady's Foot Locker for Bob Marley's sake! They sell Nike, Jordan, and other brands of tennis shoes, you know." "Don't worry," Mr. Leon responded. "I know how to handle situations like this. See, while I was waiting for you to get into the car before we left for the mall, I made a phone call with a friend who works here at this store. She told me to meet her up here, and mention the code word in front of her so that she can be signaled to take us to where all of the shoes are in their stocks." A few seconds of silence passed, with Rezzy having an empty expression on his face, unclear of whether he understood what his father said or not. "Riiight...," Rezzy responded, acting as if he did understand. The two then walked around the store for a minute or two, looking for Mr. Leon's friend. "Hello there, Thomas!", Mr. Leon's friend welcomed. "Hey there Ashley!," Mr. Leon responded. Ashley then turned to look at Rezzy. "And your name is?", she asked him. "My name is Rezzy," he responded, shaking Ashley's hand. "Rezzy Leon." "Ah, it's always such a pleasure to meet new people, especially if they're relatives of my friends! Wait... You are related to Thomas, aren't you?", she joked. "Of course I am!", Rezzy responded. "I'm his son!" "But I digress," Ashley conceded. "Follow me. I'll take you to the boots." Thomas and Rezzy then followed Ashley into the stockroom of the store to get the boots she promised Thomas. As they were walking to where the boots were, Rezzy then turned to his father, asking about what to code word was. "Um, dad?", Rezzy whispered. "Yes?" "What was the code word?" "What code word?" "You know... the code word." "And here we are!", interrupted Ashley.