College, Hardwork, No me gusta, Off Kilter.., Recycle.


Well, might as well write a blog post to take away my concentration from the annoying banter of whiny “I live like I have a highly disposable income but in reality I’m broke and live off my credit card parents” filling the audience of this random event I’m at. Their kids are so bratty man I swear. A little kid is practically breathing on me as I type this post! Is that a fart I hear? GROSS! It’s time for me to leave, but I can’t. I feel so alone hahahaha. To be honest, my mood lately hasn’t been the best of the best either. People have overall been absolute jerks to me for no reason when I ask them a simple question or even if I’m giving them advice. I don’t know why! Like I practically got cussed out at work the other day by a customer who was being all yelly and mean to her kids! She said I was being “too slow” which clearly wasn’t true cuz the next lady who came up to me told me I was extremely fast on register. And when she was being mean to me everyone was staring at her like “bruh chill.” I don’t know man. Then the other day some other dude was gettin mad at me for only based gxd knows what reason! 

Also, too my schoolwork is being piled on me at the last minute. And it’s not because of me procrastinating. I guess d headmasters feel like es time “let’s give deese chillern as much hw as possible lel” (I don’t know y I said headmasters hahahaha). Instead of spacing out all the hw/projects throughout the semester I guess they thought it’d be a swell idea to pile it all on us at the last minute! I’m sure we’ll all do GREAT! Anyway to conclude my post, watch this GREAT CINEMATIC I MADE ON VINE watch I’ll hit 10k views on my channel. (By the time you read this it’ll probably be over 50k, 100k..who knows) ;D *winky face*

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It’s been ages since I posted, so let me make this interesting…

So I’m at work this girl asked for a ride home like she did earlier this week I was cool with cuz she paid me for the gas money. “So I’m like okay I got you” this time. As we were walking out the building, I noticed it was her family member who also works there was walking alongside with us. “So you’re riding with us?” I questioned. She like had some sort of authority for me to drive her home as well snarled at me a “yes.” I didnt really know her before to be honest but after my short encounter with this person I prefer not to be aquatinted anymore.

She was chomping down on a heavy bag of chips which I nicely told her it’s not my car and nobody’s allowed to eat in there so she consented. As were in the car, the car who rode with me the last time sat in the front with her seatbelt fastened but the family member to the back sat there with a prude expression, arms crossed and no seatbelt on. “Excuse me,” I say calmly, “but I can’t drive off until you put on your seatbelt”  Her face is in actual shock, “why should I? I’m older than 18. If you younger than 18 put on your seatbelt, but I’m older๏ปฟ and I’m sitting in the back,” her logic explained. “Then why does she have her seat belt on?” I say pointing to her family member sitting next to me. “Well she in the front.” “Okay the whole point of a seatbelt in the back is for you not to go flying thru the window in case of an accident. So I kindly ask you put it on.” “No,” sheer defiance, if she’s like this all the time then I question what she’s like throughout the rest of the day. “Okay, if you want to be like that either you get out this car and I leave you in this parking lot or you pay the ticket if you get caught.” They both chuckled. I honestly found no humour in this because they obviously didn’t value I was going out of my way to give THEM. a ride which I KNOW they usually have. And if they’re so grown why don’t they have their own car? Get outta here.

You know what really drew the line for me was the last thing they did. Okay, so you know when you stop the car, put it in park then open the door with the unlock switch? These people pulled up the lock (which clearly damages them) then practically leaped out of the car before I even fully put it in park. Almost barely getting a “thank you” from the wonderful woman in the back. At least the original one paid me again. 

See, this is a great example of how I’m a nice, calm, caring, courteous person. But after the way I was treated, I honestly I have no desire to be driving people around anytime soon. And actually, it isn’t the first time some one has tried to step to me cuz they’re in MY CAR with NO SEATBELT ON! DO YOU EVEN VALUE YOUR OWN LIFE? YOU ARE SO STUPID AND WHOM EVER THIS APPLIES TO I HOPE YOU READ THIS AND GET OFFENDED BECAUSE I MEANT THIS PERSONALLY!!! ๐Ÿ˜€ 

Have a great day readers,

Que$o G.

No me gusta, Off Kilter..


Originally I posted this somewhere else but here it goes: This has bothered me for quite sometime and I’ve decided it’s time for me to address this issue. I don’t understand why some black people hate on my appearance so bad. Both men and women that barely know me randomly walk up to me and tell me “OH YOUR HAIR LOOKS BAD. CUT IT OFF! DOES YOUR MOM LOVE YOU?” (Yes somebody actually said this to me before but it was far more vulgar) But truthfully, my hair is quite up kept in drastic comparison to other woolly haired people. I don’t know why people get on to me when apparently every other dude in this city it seems has that “natural bummy fade” look yet EVERYBODY thinks when they have it, it’s cool! Ironically my hair isn’t that woolly, even though it’s actually kinda wiry and a straightish texture and I guess people’s way of telling me that my hair looks different, is tell me that I look bad. Hmm I highly appreciate it ๐Ÿ™‚ . Bottom line is: stop bothering me, I don’t look like you, stop comparing me to other people and tell me how I should cut my hair! I’m trying to grow my hair out! What is wrong with that?! Your hair according to your standards is more “unkempt” then mine! And it’s even more annoying because they also comment on the way I talk and dress like oh my gosh leave me alone! And stop saying I look like “so and so” and “insert whoever’ name here that looks nothing like me” why can’t I just look like ME?! Because truthfully if anyone that look somewhat like me in terms of facial structure are Latinos! (deny me if you want I don’t care you chose to read this so I’m going to continue to write and not spell check/grammar check what I’ve written because I’m typing off the top of my head) It’s just frustrating to know that I’m sometimes lumped into a category of people that don’t talk, dress, or look like me!! (Wow this was a long paragraph I could go waaaaayyyy more in depth but hopefully you get the gist of what I’m saying.) You can follow me on this blog of mine for the part 2! (I promise there will be spell check and grammar) ;D In the future you can say youve been following me on it before even got famous!
…Or you can be a square too and not do it. Its cool.

Okay thanks for reading, bye.๐Ÿ‘‹

-Que$o G.

(For those who are seeing just a box next to the word bye it’s actually just a waving emoticon)

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Just as I predicted, it was not as halloweeny as the previous years at all. 1. Nobody was dressed up. 2. I got no candy. 3. It was raining, and I was with like 40 other crazy kids I didn’t know walking around some rich snobby neighbourhood. I went my friend’s and his brother and their friends of friends of friends x 10. I didn’t really recongise anybody and the people I did I definitely didn’t like them at all. People I swear we’re doing the most Sus stuff and I only tagged along because I know the only way back to my house was to stay with my friends who were with them.

See, the reason why I’m disappointed that my trick or treating was a flop (well basically you can say I got the trick part) because honestly I was not expecting to be with 40 other kids aimlessly walking around, screaming, and acting crazy. It’d probably would’ve been fun if I knew them (or liked them).

It’s too much to type, I just felt like ranting. I’m going to upload my old 2007 video to YouTube now.

-Que$o G.

P.S. If this has grammar errors 1. I’m not sorry 2. I’m half asleep. 3. Like, Share & Subscribe to this blog!

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Life has it’s ups and downs and at the moment I feel like I’m at some point between the crest and trough.
Yesterday specifically has been the least of favourites for a list of reasons. Let me start with one of my most prized possessions, my laptop. It hasn’t even been a month yet and I’ve already came across some unnecessary issues. I tried my very best to fix the problems without having to restore my computer to factory settings, but of course the exact opposite of what I would want to happen, happened. All programs I’ve downloaded have literally have been expunged from my hard drive. On a brighter note, all my files are still there. But what use would be to have them if I don’t have the program anymore?

I eventually accepted the reality of what has become of my laptop, and moved on. So later in the day, I go to the mall to go have my iPhone’s fast draining battery fixed but then they swiftly put an to mission of getting a free battery replacement to a screeching halt by uttering such horrendous words, “oh sorry, your iPhone doesn’t qualify for the free battery replacement.” WHAT?! So basically I trekked across town just to be hit in the face with my least favorite word “no”? On top of that, the environment I was in is so sus to me, I could barely put it in words. I’ll spare you the details of the stuff I saw and let you experience it yourself.

I eventually left the place and did a couple of other things. While I was in the car listening to music I just really seem to connect to I was dying to know the names of each song I listened to. So I whip out the ol’ soundhound and I thought I turned my phone off immediately after finding out the name but nooo. Of all apps to accidentally deleted one of America’s most trusted music search engines. At the peak of the moment, I didn’t even realize how bad my mistake actually was so I just went to the App Store and redownloaded it only to find out the data is unrecoverable…all of the wonderful music I discovered that was going to be used in my new videos now lost in the endless black void of cyberspace.

Thanks for reading! I only write to express my feelings and means a lot to me to know people actually read this.

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-Que$o G.