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.
Friday, September 26, 2008
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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