The sky seems gloomy
Almost as if it were depressed.
Angels must be fighting, they could be upset.
Mother Nature may have boy problems
Or the atmosphere could be at war.
Will the sun shine today?
It could be a possibility that its angry at us.
Since it roars with thunder
and it beats us up with a strike of lighting.
Floods and Tsumanis could be a sign of tears
and tornados a sign of being fed up with us and wants us to go away.
Depends on how you look at it.
There could be many reasons why.
Snow could be a way of peace and the breeze a show of love.
When rain drops simply fall, could be tears of joy.
It just how you see life and how you treat your everyday.
Friday, December 5, 2008
Take a picture In the restroom.
She sits on the toilet and admires the time.
She admires her face not what's left behind.
She takes a picture to remember the day
She flushed her caca away.
She admires her face not what's left behind.
She takes a picture to remember the day
She flushed her caca away.
Monday, December 1, 2008
Proud Mexican.
These people, to some are the worst people imaginable.
They can be for a good reason too;
We don't like being judged by our race automatically.
Americans think they know us so well.
Most of Americans like to label us as:
Beaners, Wetbacks, Illegal, Gardeners, Maids, Taco people,
Janitors, Gang related people, baby poppers.
At least we are not ashamed to be what we "Are"
Half the things some Mexicans do are for Americans,
what in the world would they do with out us.
There not afraid of getting their hands dirty or working all day.
I won't defend all Mexicans because some are violent
just like some Americans are.
Just because of those bad Mexicans does not mean we all are.
We're not perfect but one thing is We don't quit.
Some struggle to keep a roof under their heads, but they're out there
finding a way to survive.
We have big families and they are always put first.
Not all Mexican act the same,
I don't know how to mow a lawn nor have I ever had a kid or done time.
I am proud to be a daughter of Mexicans.
VIVA MEXICO!
They can be for a good reason too;
We don't like being judged by our race automatically.
Americans think they know us so well.
Most of Americans like to label us as:
Beaners, Wetbacks, Illegal, Gardeners, Maids, Taco people,
Janitors, Gang related people, baby poppers.
At least we are not ashamed to be what we "Are"
Half the things some Mexicans do are for Americans,
what in the world would they do with out us.
There not afraid of getting their hands dirty or working all day.
I won't defend all Mexicans because some are violent
just like some Americans are.
Just because of those bad Mexicans does not mean we all are.
We're not perfect but one thing is We don't quit.
Some struggle to keep a roof under their heads, but they're out there
finding a way to survive.
We have big families and they are always put first.
Not all Mexican act the same,
I don't know how to mow a lawn nor have I ever had a kid or done time.
I am proud to be a daughter of Mexicans.
VIVA MEXICO!
This is going To sound Emo.
There is this feeling I try to avoid.
An empty feeling in my heart that makes me upset.
Sometimes its like I've lost hope,
but it's a simple slump that I fall into.
The days fade and the day comes closer.
I get to excited to where the days drag on and on.
I just want to jump in the plane and fly, Fast.
When I get bored, I think to much and get frustrated
since I can be at home doing millions of things.
Instead I get stuck in the same room
surrounded by the same people.
Every day all day nothing changes.
My heart needs love and care.
My body needs a real hug that comes with a warm feeling.
There's no point in crying that's not going to make time go.
Not many people understand what it's like to be away.
Everyday I wish it was tomorrow just so the next day
comes by faster.
An empty feeling in my heart that makes me upset.
Sometimes its like I've lost hope,
but it's a simple slump that I fall into.
The days fade and the day comes closer.
I get to excited to where the days drag on and on.
I just want to jump in the plane and fly, Fast.
When I get bored, I think to much and get frustrated
since I can be at home doing millions of things.
Instead I get stuck in the same room
surrounded by the same people.
Every day all day nothing changes.
My heart needs love and care.
My body needs a real hug that comes with a warm feeling.
There's no point in crying that's not going to make time go.
Not many people understand what it's like to be away.
Everyday I wish it was tomorrow just so the next day
comes by faster.
Thursday, November 27, 2008
An explination: Of the way I live.
I live in the moment every single day of my life,
I tend to not care about the past, I just cherish the beautiful moments.
Whatever happens is because my actions made it happen.
Trust me I won't blame it on anyone else.
For the future I don't worry about it, I just do what I'm suppose to do.
I hate stressing or feeling pressured. Who the hell doesn't?
Freaks if they do.
I laugh 99.9% of the time and some people say it's not normal.
why not? When I feel that .1% of sadness I find a way to move on.
I make people angry when I laugh about things I'm suppose to cry about,
people just don't know I do that on my own time. Go live your life!
God knows Ive gone through so much SHIT in my life, but I love when people think
it's fine and perfect the way it is.
My mom says I'll never grow out of being a kid at heart, but I get in trouble for
acting like an adult and I have everything under control.
I argue if I believe in it. I can pretend to care but I rather tell people the truth.
I don't lie when I tell people I'm the nicest person you can meet.
I just love to have fun, I only take things seriously when I know I have to.
I procrastinate a lot! I hate exaggeration but I do it at times.
My life is lived the way I want it to be and I do get butt hurt when people butt in!
Let me laugh and worry about things in my own way.
I tend to not care about the past, I just cherish the beautiful moments.
Whatever happens is because my actions made it happen.
Trust me I won't blame it on anyone else.
For the future I don't worry about it, I just do what I'm suppose to do.
I hate stressing or feeling pressured. Who the hell doesn't?
Freaks if they do.
I laugh 99.9% of the time and some people say it's not normal.
why not? When I feel that .1% of sadness I find a way to move on.
I make people angry when I laugh about things I'm suppose to cry about,
people just don't know I do that on my own time. Go live your life!
God knows Ive gone through so much SHIT in my life, but I love when people think
it's fine and perfect the way it is.
My mom says I'll never grow out of being a kid at heart, but I get in trouble for
acting like an adult and I have everything under control.
I argue if I believe in it. I can pretend to care but I rather tell people the truth.
I don't lie when I tell people I'm the nicest person you can meet.
I just love to have fun, I only take things seriously when I know I have to.
I procrastinate a lot! I hate exaggeration but I do it at times.
My life is lived the way I want it to be and I do get butt hurt when people butt in!
Let me laugh and worry about things in my own way.
A Holiday Away from Home
It's hard enough to spend any day with out my family.
It's special days like a birthday or Thanksgiving,
That makes me realize how much I truly miss them.
My heart feels this empty space
And all I can think of is, I wish I was there.
I get to miss out on our family traditions,
Getting up early and helping my mom cook and clean.
I can't hear those special voices running around saying,
"Happy Thanksgiving! We're going to eat Turkey!"
Putting tables together and surrounding them with chairs.
Waiting so anxiously for everyone to show up.
Getting the first sample of the Rice crispy treats.
I wonder who is the lucky one is this year?
I can imagine hearing the knock on the door.
Imagining feeling the greetings and love.
I don't get to feel their warm hands,
As we give thanks and pray.
This year I don't get a memory just a phone call.
Which is good enough, because I give thanks
Since we still have each other no matter the distance.
It's special days like a birthday or Thanksgiving,
That makes me realize how much I truly miss them.
My heart feels this empty space
And all I can think of is, I wish I was there.
I get to miss out on our family traditions,
Getting up early and helping my mom cook and clean.
I can't hear those special voices running around saying,
"Happy Thanksgiving! We're going to eat Turkey!"
Putting tables together and surrounding them with chairs.
Waiting so anxiously for everyone to show up.
Getting the first sample of the Rice crispy treats.
I wonder who is the lucky one is this year?
I can imagine hearing the knock on the door.
Imagining feeling the greetings and love.
I don't get to feel their warm hands,
As we give thanks and pray.
This year I don't get a memory just a phone call.
Which is good enough, because I give thanks
Since we still have each other no matter the distance.
Monday, November 3, 2008
Who to choose?
How do you decide who to vote for? Morals.? i have one day to decide. less than 24 hours. do i vote for the one that is most like our current president? even though i want to impressed. im not putting him down or anything, he did what he could. i guess. or do i vote for the difference "change" is what he calls it. for abortion or against abortion. higher school payments, or less expensive. the one for the people or the one for own glory. the one who looks like he has had experience or the new bee (younger one). we need someone to count on, not a back stabber a man of word. since these past eight years have been nothing but lies and pain. one of them catches my eye the most, like people say it doesnt hurt to try something new..someone not white, yea most people are voting for the guy who is black for being black..but im trusting his word, and hoping not to get betrayed and dissapointed. please dont do such thing. Yet the other one catches my attention because it seems like he is steady and is just going to continue picking up the pieces of the other mistake or make more but nothing is going to change, everything will be like everyday the freakin same no peace no comfort no nothing but worries. so who?
Tuesday, October 28, 2008
My Hero vs. Yours
Not only cartoons can be super heros.
it should be against the law.
tights and capes?
Over rated.
My hero wears jeans and a cap.
so what if urs can lift a building.
mine can build a yacht from scratch.
big deal if urs can fly
the one i know swatters things like flies with one swing of a hat.
yours gets the girl?
ha ha, his beats out lana lang.
ur heros hair makes me laugh,
mine only has hair on the side.
He knows more than yours.
Omg Yours is built with a six pac?
My Deny's those, and it works for me.
What does yours give you?
A safe world from monsters?
Well mine gives me, Safety, Guidance, Love, Protection, Wisdom, Care, and a roof and food.
sorry but yours is nothing compared to mine.
it should be against the law.
tights and capes?
Over rated.
My hero wears jeans and a cap.
so what if urs can lift a building.
mine can build a yacht from scratch.
big deal if urs can fly
the one i know swatters things like flies with one swing of a hat.
yours gets the girl?
ha ha, his beats out lana lang.
ur heros hair makes me laugh,
mine only has hair on the side.
He knows more than yours.
Omg Yours is built with a six pac?
My Deny's those, and it works for me.
What does yours give you?
A safe world from monsters?
Well mine gives me, Safety, Guidance, Love, Protection, Wisdom, Care, and a roof and food.
sorry but yours is nothing compared to mine.
Dear Sir.
Picturing you hold me,
throwing tender looks at me,
Back and forth
Back and forth
I will always be your 1st experience.
i can teach you right from wrong.
Your do's and donts
day in and day out
always by my side.
and yet you still stand tall
u havent always just filled my tummy.
but u fill my heart & soul from top to bottom.
its amazing what a wonder you are.
what a role model
still ur 1st experience
never will you forget.
your still learning
your still teaching.
but i already let go of ur wing.
and i fly solo.
you hold yourself together
with the pieces of memories
of you holding my hand
up to the one where i rode off.
the love of u never fades away
it just gets stronger
you cant ever forget
your 1st experience.
throwing tender looks at me,
Back and forth
Back and forth
I will always be your 1st experience.
i can teach you right from wrong.
Your do's and donts
day in and day out
always by my side.
and yet you still stand tall
u havent always just filled my tummy.
but u fill my heart & soul from top to bottom.
its amazing what a wonder you are.
what a role model
still ur 1st experience
never will you forget.
your still learning
your still teaching.
but i already let go of ur wing.
and i fly solo.
you hold yourself together
with the pieces of memories
of you holding my hand
up to the one where i rode off.
the love of u never fades away
it just gets stronger
you cant ever forget
your 1st experience.
Friday, October 17, 2008
Raw Writting.
10/17/08
When I re-read the journals I wrote, they were not that good. I felt like I needed to add more detail to everything, well no to everything just explain more in certain sentences. I kind of made them more creative and used exaplmes more. It was like clearing the air and making sure it was at least interesting for the reader to read. It just seemed that my writing was boring or it jumped from one thing to another with out really explaining what was going on or why it happened. All I did was add more and take out the unecessary words or sentences that was just taking up space.
When I re-read the journals I wrote, they were not that good. I felt like I needed to add more detail to everything, well no to everything just explain more in certain sentences. I kind of made them more creative and used exaplmes more. It was like clearing the air and making sure it was at least interesting for the reader to read. It just seemed that my writing was boring or it jumped from one thing to another with out really explaining what was going on or why it happened. All I did was add more and take out the unecessary words or sentences that was just taking up space.
The Desk in My Room
09/03/2008
The Desk in my Room.
The desk in my room seem’s to be the “Kick it” spot as my brother always says. It’s the place where everyone leaves their trash and their plates. Were everyone sits in front of. Whether its just one person or all seven of us looking at what someone else thought was funny. Everyday it felt like it was a reunion, even though half the time we fought for who was next on the computer. My desk is the treasure of my room not just because it holds the internet, but because it holds pictures of us and gifts my siblings have gave me. It’s were my laughter just keeps going and it doesn’t seem to have an end, and now that I think of it I truly miss my family and my desk.
The Desk in my Room.
The desk in my room seem’s to be the “Kick it” spot as my brother always says. It’s the place where everyone leaves their trash and their plates. Were everyone sits in front of. Whether its just one person or all seven of us looking at what someone else thought was funny. Everyday it felt like it was a reunion, even though half the time we fought for who was next on the computer. My desk is the treasure of my room not just because it holds the internet, but because it holds pictures of us and gifts my siblings have gave me. It’s were my laughter just keeps going and it doesn’t seem to have an end, and now that I think of it I truly miss my family and my desk.
Freeze you to Death
09/29/2008
The imaggination of having to be surrounded by snow freeze’s my toes. The advice of everyone telling me to buy warmer clothes freezes my fingers . I have no clue what to expect. As cold as the freezer’s in Super Target? Hopefully impossible. The laughter of the people who find out I come from where the sun shines hottness, freezzes my body to stone. I picture my self as a popsticle a lonely ice cream cube in its tray. While I picture my other companions under the the sun while enjoying a fresh scented day, dripping sweat. While I drip nothing but the thought of frozen. I chiver now, and they still roam around in shorts and shirts. I know I’m praying not to be frozen to death.
The imaggination of having to be surrounded by snow freeze’s my toes. The advice of everyone telling me to buy warmer clothes freezes my fingers . I have no clue what to expect. As cold as the freezer’s in Super Target? Hopefully impossible. The laughter of the people who find out I come from where the sun shines hottness, freezzes my body to stone. I picture my self as a popsticle a lonely ice cream cube in its tray. While I picture my other companions under the the sun while enjoying a fresh scented day, dripping sweat. While I drip nothing but the thought of frozen. I chiver now, and they still roam around in shorts and shirts. I know I’m praying not to be frozen to death.
Night that Started off Bad
09/10/2008
I walked to a graduation party with a bunch of friends, as I walked through the door I automatically felt awkward, like if we were bad ass Mexicans ready to take over these white peoples house. Well at least that’s how it felt they were staring at us. It was as if a pack of wolves walked into a designated place for a herd of cows, they couldn’t do anything but stare. When we finally got to the back yard, the guy celebrating his graduation offered us a drink and he gave us these cheap ass wine coolers. Five seconds after that I felt this huge tension from a group of stuck up white girls staring at us like if we committed some kind of crime. I was so mad that I didn’t even drink the cooler they gave me, some guy came up to me and my friends and was like, “Hey are you guys going to pitch in for something? The girls are upset you drank their coolers.” I told him mine was clean and he could take it back and he didn’t. Those stupid bitches kept talking about us like if we’re not there. One of our friends came to the back yard and said, “HEY LET’S GO NOW!!!” So we left and as we are walking out and those girls are apologizing and telling us not to leave, I slammed my full drink in front of them and said, “Here bitch! Take your drink it’s shitty anyways.” So the people who I showed up with we’re arguing so we just left and threw our own party. Everything was fun and everyone was laughing and having a good time. Until me and my best friend walked into the kitchen and heard two of the brothers arguing about one of them being gay. That caused a huge confrontation, everyone I saw was either drunk, crying, yelling or being nosey. So me and my best friend were trying to sober up, QUICK!
I saw one of my friends drive off drunk! I wanted to get out of there so bad and fast, so I just ate and took a nap and my best friend did the something and no luck for me. My friend said she was pretty sober so I believed her, we ended up leaving. As we are driving home I noticed that she was driving 40 on a 60 but I didn’t say anything I just kept talking to her. As soon as we got home she asked me, “Can I ask you something without you getting mad?” so I agreed. “I’m still really drunk!” I kind of freaked out but our lives were in danger no matter what. Since they were going out of control and being crazy men! I’m just happy me or her didn’t get shot or witness when the cops showed up.
I walked to a graduation party with a bunch of friends, as I walked through the door I automatically felt awkward, like if we were bad ass Mexicans ready to take over these white peoples house. Well at least that’s how it felt they were staring at us. It was as if a pack of wolves walked into a designated place for a herd of cows, they couldn’t do anything but stare. When we finally got to the back yard, the guy celebrating his graduation offered us a drink and he gave us these cheap ass wine coolers. Five seconds after that I felt this huge tension from a group of stuck up white girls staring at us like if we committed some kind of crime. I was so mad that I didn’t even drink the cooler they gave me, some guy came up to me and my friends and was like, “Hey are you guys going to pitch in for something? The girls are upset you drank their coolers.” I told him mine was clean and he could take it back and he didn’t. Those stupid bitches kept talking about us like if we’re not there. One of our friends came to the back yard and said, “HEY LET’S GO NOW!!!” So we left and as we are walking out and those girls are apologizing and telling us not to leave, I slammed my full drink in front of them and said, “Here bitch! Take your drink it’s shitty anyways.” So the people who I showed up with we’re arguing so we just left and threw our own party. Everything was fun and everyone was laughing and having a good time. Until me and my best friend walked into the kitchen and heard two of the brothers arguing about one of them being gay. That caused a huge confrontation, everyone I saw was either drunk, crying, yelling or being nosey. So me and my best friend were trying to sober up, QUICK!
I saw one of my friends drive off drunk! I wanted to get out of there so bad and fast, so I just ate and took a nap and my best friend did the something and no luck for me. My friend said she was pretty sober so I believed her, we ended up leaving. As we are driving home I noticed that she was driving 40 on a 60 but I didn’t say anything I just kept talking to her. As soon as we got home she asked me, “Can I ask you something without you getting mad?” so I agreed. “I’m still really drunk!” I kind of freaked out but our lives were in danger no matter what. Since they were going out of control and being crazy men! I’m just happy me or her didn’t get shot or witness when the cops showed up.
Monday, October 13, 2008
Puzzles
Are just as confusing as life,
why are we faced with so many challenges. People always say that God does not face you with anything you cant handle. Do they really expect that much from us. I dont work miracles. not once have i gave up on purpose or left things with out trying to figure it out. Ive spent hours on 1,000 piece puzzles, thats time i will never get back, but at that time, they seem so much easier than sitting down trying to figure out life! its not in the card for me to just drop things. its like trying to match the colors of the pieces as you go by, but they are just not working out for you.
After your done completing your puzzle, what do you get? a pat on the back? a job well done? or the satisfaction of knowing you completed something you strated? Freak, everything can just be way to confusing.
Friday, September 26, 2008
Responsibility.
That word doesn't mean anything to some people these days,
Whether its doing homework, a simple chore, being on time, being a good coach.
I know i dont apply to it, especially when it comes to school work.
I think its the dumbest thing, but im facing the consequences.
the terror of not being able to play my favorite sport due to eligibility.
Why am i here? I duuno, the dumb coach knew she was quiting In May,
why the hell will you recruit people knowing your going to quit.
Then you dont let the AD know that players exsist and just quit of the bat?
thats a dumb bitch if you ask me. Irresponsible if you ask me.
I dont freakin know what the true defenition is and i dont think i need to care.
Yes, Im a little frusterated if you can't tell.
Whether its doing homework, a simple chore, being on time, being a good coach.
I know i dont apply to it, especially when it comes to school work.
I think its the dumbest thing, but im facing the consequences.
the terror of not being able to play my favorite sport due to eligibility.
Why am i here? I duuno, the dumb coach knew she was quiting In May,
why the hell will you recruit people knowing your going to quit.
Then you dont let the AD know that players exsist and just quit of the bat?
thats a dumb bitch if you ask me. Irresponsible if you ask me.
I dont freakin know what the true defenition is and i dont think i need to care.
Yes, Im a little frusterated if you can't tell.
Tuesday, September 23, 2008
My best Friend.
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lets make things clear i dont do exactly what she says.. I like to help her in any way that i can. im not attatched to a leach following every command ever foot step. to me it means that i pretty much would do anything to make sure she is okay. and no harm comes along my best friend's way. that just wouldnt be right. she is the girl who also made the big decision of coming to new york and leaving sweet toasty california. boy are we crazy. so far we've been enjoying it. :D i just wanted to show off my best friend and say she is better than yours!!!! ha ha. i kid. =]
Home sweet, no home.
The things behind us, are my personal belongings. The room that owned everthing i loved. the place where, i sit and relax by my lonesome self. My parents promised me that they weren't gonna touch my stuff, that everything was going to be there when i came back, exactly how i left it. Well that didnt last long! gave that huge as room to my brother and cousin. why? i dont fucking know. the place that i felt was mine..i no longer have. why go home now. its stupid because they tell me to get over it..okay your not the one feeling like u no longer exsist. thats some bull shit..my bed isnt even up any more. fuck it or what im over it..
Wednesday, September 17, 2008
Miss You More Today, Like Everyday. By, Jaquelin Olivares
It’s Harder everyday, when I don’t see your face.
Today is harder, it’s my birthday and it’s the first time your not here.
I’m sitting in class, thinking about you and I miss you.
There is an emptyness in the house, with out you.
There’s no harmony without your voice or your laugh.
It’s not a perfect picture, since your not around.
Your making me proud to be your sister by going to school.
The only present I want is for you to be present.
The phone calls, are enjoyable I hold your picture and
Imagine your in front of me.
I miss how you stare into space, and scrunch your nose when your confused.
Softball is out passion,
I promise I won't deny your kisses as long as you come home soon.
I hug the pillow tight, like you hug me.
You make me feel important, I miss you calling me your baby.
Your like my best friend, my other half.
The inspiration and perfect role modle for me.
Can’t wait for you to be home, my parent’s gave me the news.
Picking on you was fun and it still will be.
Your beauty is irreplaceble and I feel empty without you.
Finding ways to give me what my parents couldn’t, but you always did.
You’re a great helper sister.
We sang Hannah Montana songs together and rocked out to the Jonas
Brothers, Oh my God that was so much fun.
My poem has became a letter, and my heart is filled with you.
I love my sister and I miss her dearly. Come home soon.
Today is harder, it’s my birthday and it’s the first time your not here.
I’m sitting in class, thinking about you and I miss you.
There is an emptyness in the house, with out you.
There’s no harmony without your voice or your laugh.
It’s not a perfect picture, since your not around.
Your making me proud to be your sister by going to school.
The only present I want is for you to be present.
The phone calls, are enjoyable I hold your picture and
Imagine your in front of me.
I miss how you stare into space, and scrunch your nose when your confused.
Softball is out passion,
I promise I won't deny your kisses as long as you come home soon.
I hug the pillow tight, like you hug me.
You make me feel important, I miss you calling me your baby.
Your like my best friend, my other half.
The inspiration and perfect role modle for me.
Can’t wait for you to be home, my parent’s gave me the news.
Picking on you was fun and it still will be.
Your beauty is irreplaceble and I feel empty without you.
Finding ways to give me what my parents couldn’t, but you always did.
You’re a great helper sister.
We sang Hannah Montana songs together and rocked out to the Jonas
Brothers, Oh my God that was so much fun.
My poem has became a letter, and my heart is filled with you.
I love my sister and I miss her dearly. Come home soon.
Night Of Randomness.
Being crazy and random, is art. It's a way you express your self. the way you let people know, i am who i am. and what i pretend to be. art is enjoying the moment. being creative and using ur imagination, to go beyond that point and to cross the line, to exaggerate ones feelings. And to stand out and be out there and have fun with it. to sing your feelings, to sweat them off and dance, to be around friends, art is us. we create it, we live in it. beauty is art such as a lady bug to the biggest tree, even the sunset. matching clothes is art, not matching is art, wearing bright colors and simply being retarded means u created something amazing, something you just can not forget. Yes its insanity, but its also living life and enjoying almost everything about life. friendships takes you where u have to be, because they also count in decision making. Art is to call out for attention, and that's what we did, we created and used our imagination to creat something that made people turn their heads when we walked around the hall. we got complements just like in art galleries we got looked at like we were weird, like critics do. art is in us. :DDDD
Tuesday, September 9, 2008
TV Shows
Are funny.
especially when you have to watch people catch up on their lap top.
pretty insane.
First The Hills.
Second Gossip Girls.
and now..
Third Army Wives.
What will be next? ha ha.
I love My Best Friend.
especially when you have to watch people catch up on their lap top.
pretty insane.
First The Hills.
Second Gossip Girls.
and now..
Third Army Wives.
What will be next? ha ha.
I love My Best Friend.
I like people
Who dont nag.
Who are not rude.
Who don't lie.
Who don't put off plans.
Who don't swear to much.
Who take things with out permission.
Who don't go and break the law.
People who like to take a risk or two.
who random things.
who laugh at themselves.
And are comfortable with who they are,
and what they have.
Who don't take you for granted.
Who don't boss you around.
Who do not know the meaning of a good deed.
People who say thank you
and your welcome.
Who laugh at you and help you out.
but humans are people and they're very hard to define.
so i give up and i pretty much get along with anyone who is
not a crook nor an effing freak!!! ha ha.
Because i can name a bunch of people who
boss me around
dont say thank you
have been in jail
and are rude
and i freakin love them with all my heart.
so im not gonna be a hypocrite.
but it felt like something good to write about.
woo.
Who are not rude.
Who don't lie.
Who don't put off plans.
Who don't swear to much.
Who take things with out permission.
Who don't go and break the law.
People who like to take a risk or two.
who random things.
who laugh at themselves.
And are comfortable with who they are,
and what they have.
Who don't take you for granted.
Who don't boss you around.
Who do not know the meaning of a good deed.
People who say thank you
and your welcome.
Who laugh at you and help you out.
but humans are people and they're very hard to define.
so i give up and i pretty much get along with anyone who is
not a crook nor an effing freak!!! ha ha.
Because i can name a bunch of people who
boss me around
dont say thank you
have been in jail
and are rude
and i freakin love them with all my heart.
so im not gonna be a hypocrite.
but it felt like something good to write about.
woo.
Wednesday, September 3, 2008
A trip away from home...
It all started off, getting screwed by a school in San Fransisco, Academy of Art University. You see, I play softball and I was offered a scholarship to play for them, I applied and by the sinning date, the coach called and said, "Hey, I'm sorry to tell you this, but I didn't get the job, therefor i can't give you the scholarship." So my life was about over, well at least it felt like it. Yes, I cried and I cried and I cried. You can say I was a little emo for a couple of days, okay just one. =] It was crazy how many messages I got saying it was such a relief that I wasn't going to leave. Oh yea, I live in the High Desert! Wooo. My VVC coach, who indeed is an amazing coach was contacted by SUNY Canton's softball coach. She said that she was going to get us scholarships and it was like dejavu, she called me and my other friend who is also attending this school and said she quit. Isn't that bull? Since we were accepted we decided to come and soon we will be paying back the loans, and now I'm praying for a softball coach so if you guys know anyone please let me know. Dang, I got distracted by that, my point was that now I'm away from home and I miss my family!!! But the road trip was amazing, we crossed through Nevada, Nebraska, Utah, Iowa, Colorado, and Canada, isn't lovely? But the positive thing about all of this is that I'm with my Best best best best friend and that has helped a whole lot! So far i like it here, and it's pretty much the complete opposite of where I came from. But you can kind of say my dream came true because I've always wanted to live in New York and now here I am..Wooo. =]
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