stupid Global Warming!

I FOUND IT... The true meaning of life.
I sometimes wondered what it was. I'd have those days where I could picture myself finding the answer in a strange place, like in the writing of a very reliable port-o-potty or perhaps the graffiti on my beloved light rail. But I didn't it was right under my nose the whole time. Well
I found it! Happy. To bad it all has to end in the way it does, but can you do about.







"agenda 21"

Violet

I miss her. I miss her. I miss her. I miss her.

I miss her. I miss her. I miss her. I miss her.

I miss her. I miss her. I miss her. I miss her.

I miss her. I miss her. I miss her. I miss her.

I miss her. I miss her. I miss her. I miss her.

I miss her. I miss her. I miss her.

I can't help it its just that I'm getting a little sick of this girl and really need you to come back. Well anyways come back haven't seen your pretty little face in about a year or so...and I miss you..

A LOT!!

Its okay pluto I'm not a planet either.

This video made me feel really small.

During the length of my day a question came to my mind, how big is the universe. Strange I know but I had no answer so I decided to search the world wide web for answers and this was one of the many videos that made me realize how small we as humans really are. Not only did I start wondering about the size of our universe but also, what created it. The questions just kept piling on and well I just couldn't find the answers to them and just spent most of the day making up imaginary stories to satisfy my hunger for the answers on the universe. I wish that a day will come when every question ever made can be answered through a YouTube video. 

Hahaha!!

:)

Hahahhaha...I found this song its pretty funny. If you get the chance to listen to it you should. My older brother just wouldn't stop sing it. I've been so bored these last 3days that I been playing with auto-tune in garageband and trying to make a song like this. Only because I have nothing better to do with my time stupid soccer practice. Hopefully I find something really fun to do, not really worried there's always something to do in San Jose.

-Oh here the lyrics 

Lil Wayne:
Now shawty got a man, Oh but I got a plan yea...
Look homie I aint trying to force your hand
But imma take your girl yea yeah
imma take your girl yea
and I can tell you, she wants me,
she wants me, she wants me, she wants me
and yes I want her too aww awwww awww
Imma take your girl

Drake:
I swear to you every time I sees, her I seizure
Keep running through my mind, Jog my memorys amnesia
touch ya, tease ya, nervous, dont freeze up
she let me take control, I run the woman like a visa
she always run back to me saying hes a...dog off the lease
he got this other girl Alicia, she tell me shes in hell
I tell her take a breather, Im nothing like your man
But I cant love you neither, it's wifey over bitches
but money's over her, cuz money's under nothing
my life is such a blur, its not the way it has to go
its just what I perfer, and any young money nigga I know what concur

Weezy talk to em

Lil Wayne:
and she wants me,and she wants me, yeah...
and i want her too, yeah I want her too
im talkin bout shawty got something about her,
shawty got this thing about her,
shawty got that thing make you wannna wrap a ring around her
wanna rap and sing about her
so thats what I does, shit thats what it was,
rub my back in the tub it was me ???
Yeah we all buddies,
and shawty has a husband, and everyone knows bout him
But, Fuck him


cuz I can tell that she wants me, she wants me, she wants me
and imma take your girl, imma take your girl yea
and imma take your girl, imma take her yea
imma take your girl, imma take your girl



Drake:
shawty got a man, but I got a plan
listen homie, i aint trying to force your hand (nooo)
but imma take your girl, girl yeah girl
and her girls and they girls
comin with me yea, talkin one on three yea
they aint playin no D yeah
thats cuz they playin for me yeah (oh oh)

kid kid

Kid-Kid:
Just as long as we know whats good on both ends
im loving ya like im ya man though we just friends
if ya shy come see me for ya confortin'
I got a comfortable sweet at the comfort inn
I tell her
I dont own a boat baby but I can float
and I dont own a plane but theres a mary jane and we can float
your man aint worrying about whats going on over ya
you could get pentalized the way you blowin below the rail
now this game like a analog I dont sweat cuz it show how fake you are
she stressin, ya she testin ya, she just tryin to see what kinda level ya on
you dont make it bounce like a basketball, you aint even get no ass at all
now you sittin at the club trying to laugh it off, she done found her mid glam boy
you messin up, you messed up, wasn't easy to clean your Mess up
she found me and i blessed her, I applied to her Pressure
she call me a professor, I went gave her her lecture,
I bet she says im better, than her man was ever ha!!

Drake:
Shawty got a man, but I got a plan
listen homie, im not tryin force your hand
imma take your girl, girl, imma take your girl
and her girls and they girls,
commin with me

Lil Wayne:
and I can tell that she wants me, she wants me,
and I want her too, and I want her too, I want her too
yea, and I want her too ahh...
talkin bout

shawty got a man, oh but I got a plan
listen home boy im trying to force your hand
imma take your girl yea, imma take your girl yea
and I aint trying to force your hand
But imma take your girl

she wants me, she wants me, she wants me

Thank You!

¡Gracias Skittle!

I finally wrote blogs!

I haven't written any since I got back from camp.

You inspired me..kinda sorta not really..haha

You just made me think A LOT :]

and because of that I had something to write about

thank you.

Well I know this blog won't count so I'll keep it short

Be A Happy Skittle :]

If you end up moving well I hope you the best I'm not mad or turing "depresso" I'll miss you but hey it's what's best for you. I see no reason on why I should be mad at you and reminding you that your may or may not be leaving school. I bet you get enough of that from other people. I'm pretty sure that my best chance of getting you not to transfer is not with my werido sweet talk. But just to show you what you would be missed and will miss out on a lot if you move. I'll do my best on trying to show you that you really are challenged academically at Gunderson and you really have no reason to transfer. Of course I'll be sad if that day comes when you announce your final decision and its not what I hoped for. I'm sure many will miss you, however. I'm hopeful that it won't come to that. Your my grassy assy little asian skittle soccer chica and I care about you just as much as every other person you know and well I don't want you to stress to much on whether or not you should move. You still got a long time to think about it, no need to rush into anything. 

Be A Happy Skittle :]

You Should Know That..

I really can't think straight right now. I took a nap a while ago and had a really strange dream kinda gave me the chills and made me think of how much things have changed since I started high school. I never thought that I would ever turn into the person I am today. I'm okay with change, everything eventually does, but I sometimes catch myself wishing certain aspects of my life wouldn't because I don't have the least idea of how my life would be without it. But then I go deeper in thought and think about what's causing that change to occur and realize that its not my decision whether or not I want that change to happen I can only make the best out of the situation I am at. 

Things I Need To Give To Mr. Thompson!!

its been about two weeks since my whole adventure at camp. I need to rewrite my blogs, I know he might think i wrote them in one day in the hopes that I get the grade. Honestly I just got my Internet back and well now I have the long task or writing my blogs. I have so much to write about because so many things have occurred in these two weeks that if i wanted to rewind my life I'd choose these two weeks and and more than happy to relive it. I wish there was this extremely long word that could summarize what I feel write not but there isn't so I will slowly but surely blog about it. 

MR. THOMPSON!! please give me a couple more days..

¡gracias!

Identical

I've grown a little bit in height, my voice has matured or deepened. I think differently, behave in a more serious manner. But looking through old photographs and drawings of mine I feel as though I really haven't changed I can still see that young boy who'd cry at night when ever his parents would argue. The crazy kid that would draw insane pictures of cats eating dogs and green skies or had that really overactive imagination. I look at myself and think about how much I loved to run around during playtime at school. I feel as though I'm identical in some aspects, to my immature self. Really miss the simple days of preschool.

Explanation

Funny how when you are at a young age in your life you take for granted things as simple as school. But as you grow up and mature you begin to think about things a different perspective. Those being for one, the opposite sex. Now I've seen a lot and been through some what of my share of "girls" not saying I've been with them, but got to know a few as well as guys. One thing that I can't get or understand is when we are all in a young age and hormones begin to develop or start changing us. Its that when you being to start noticing the opposite sex...................................I really don't know how to put these thoughts in to a functioning paragraph......I'll try a little bit later

we make a pair of parentheses...

Yes I have girlfriend for those of you that still don't know that. I thought it was a little funny how a large portion of my friends at school didn't know that and still are finding out. I guess its a little strange and weirdo for them since they usually see me around girls but nothing more, most of then haven't seen me with a girlfriend. They've seen me really fall hard for a girl but never getting with her and that as close as I've come. I guess you can say I just been waiting for that perfect girl for me and I'm pretty sure she is..I think. Her name is Kelly Juan. Birthday is on Dec.16, she's about 7 months older than me but who's counting? She's a really smart, funny, athletic and a beautiful looking girl. 

...and I'm with her!

Kelly Juan

Mi filipina novia! 

Why aren't you in this class with all the kool kids? 

You should switch classes and come to Mr. Thompson's 5th period class. 

Your already taking Accelerated History.

te quiero mucho filipina!!
(less than 3..you)

Kelsey Koga (skittle)

This chica write here is one grassy ass chick! I'm not jokin' she was tryin' to get all depress-o on me. So I'm doing my best to cheer her up I really dislike seeing one of my peeps down in the dumps over some stupid stuff. Funny thing she was fighting with some one "VIA BLOGs" who would have know. Hopefully what I'm typing makes sense to someone. Well anyways she's a pretty funny girl hopefully she find that "special" guy or fixes thing with her "best friend." Oh and she's also a "skittle" kinda sorta forgot why I call her that but Oh well I bet she even forgot
one day we might just kill a certain someone or teacher..lol

"Look Kelsey I made a blog about you!"

I NEED TO TAKE UP SPACE

I haven't writen a blog in for ever and its not to say that my life is so boring that I got nothing to write about but its just that I've been to bussy to sit down and write about my adventure. But I really have to because I need those 30-points for Mr. Thompson's class. Plus I got so much to write about like how the girl I talked about in one of my blogs is now my girlfriend. How I finally found my best friend. But there's also sad new about how one of my amigas lost her "best friend." It was a sad day..for her. But she's getting better hopefully I'm helping. Most of what I just said will eventually be writen in an individual blog when I get to it.

I made the JV soccer team!!!

A Poor Man's Sport

Soccer is just one of those sports where you really don't need much equipment other than a round object that can be easily kicked. It doesn't take much more than that. Its one of those sports that requires your full body movement at all time and it takes a lot of discipline and talent. I really admire the beauty of the game and all that it means but the only part that I really dislike about the whole sport is sportsmanship! I really dislike it when a soccer player gets cocky and thinks there the best soccer player in the whole wide world. Other than that I really am starting to like soccer and talking it as though it was my life.

If you give it time it gets better..hopefully

I wrote this blog in invisible letters so no one can read it but me.

Just know its there!!

The Light Rail

Days were I never think about where my light rail ticket was placed I never end up having to show it to the ticket-checker-person. Today was an odd ride, it was around 6:45pm when I hoped on the train, and I was on my way home after a hard soccer practice. So the ride started off pretty normal, I just sat near the door and just stayed there. The train was really empty for that time around. Well anyways I was just there minding my own business when a kid about my age got on and decided to sit almost right across me and he started to talk to me like if I was his friend.... .. . . . . .. . .. . I really don't wanna finish this post!

Exuberant

Saturday was CCS and it was one of the greatest days of  my life, there was many reasons but the main one wasn't because I was the only one from Gunderson High School to qualify or that I got to run with some of the best runners in the central coast. It was because my mother went to watch me run! Well it would seem like I would have been embarrassed that she went, but I really wasn't, and I'll be honest, it almost made me wanna cry. For as long as I can remember my mom really wasn't been there for me and its not to say that she was being mean or hated me it was just that she always had to work or something came up. But saturday was different she took the day off from her small restaurant and drove all the way to Salinas. Just to see her son run. It was one of those moments that I wished lasted forever...

" If I could I would keep this feeling in plastic jar

Bust it out whenever someone's actin hard..."

-Atmosphere 

Randomness-nisity

I have to write a few more blog to get the grade fro Mr. Thompson, and well, I've noticed when it comes down to this moment I have a tendency of just typing random thoughts and ideas until its as long as five-six sentences. Also that I make a lot of run-on sentences and for get to hit spell check but I guess it doesn't matter on the count of that its the theme or topic of the blog. I just have to post this little wanna be paragraph and then tomorrow one more and got my complete blog entries for this week. 

A Miscommunication!!

Is the reason why I take back what I said, because I saw you at your most beautiful moment or because I really feel as though we really could have had something. I wish I knew, but I guess you must be really mad at me and I really can't give you a straight answer as much as you would love that. I didn't think it would have ended this way. You have every right to hate me at this moment. I know its gonna take some time for you to calm down and we can talk again but till then, I'm really sorry. I know you may never read this since you don't take the accelerated class. I just felt as though this was just something I had to do to show that I wasn't being an "A-Hole" on purpose. I wish you'd at least look at me once and while you don't know how much it hurts not seeing you smile and feel your warmth when we hug. If I could rewind time I would in this one moment. I want to give you a call but I don' know what I'd say to you. I think I "talk" better when I "type." Which makes no sense because I have a thousand spelling errors even when there is a pretty little button at the top that says "spell check."

I Fell In Love!!

Her name is Julieta Venegas. She's a tad older than me but I don't care she's a singer. I just met her but I feel a real connection. Her songs are the most beautiful thing I've ever heard and I just can't stop listening to them I'm hooked on her song "Lento." Oh, I forgot to mention the most important thing about her, SHE SPEAKS SPANISH!! I don't know how I met her its all a blur but I'm just glad I met her. She is the inspiration for anything I do from this point on.

-If you come across this blog and you can understand spanish you should look up

"Lento" by Julieta Venegas

or

"Andar Conmigo" by Julieta Venegas

Do You Think?

Should I give up or should I keep chasing pavements 

Even if it leads nowhere?

Today I didn't do much just stayed home and worked on Mr. Miclette's project. Since I was told that I had qualified for CCS on wednesday of last week I been training for this saturday. I got a call from my coach around 3:00 pm asking me if I was ready to go running, which of course, I was. So she picked me up and  we were on our way to run. She gave me this pretty fun workout 6-7 miles up hill, it was fun because of the view it gave me of my beloved Downtown San Jose. There was more to the workout but that was the most important part for me. She gave me a layout of how the next two day were gonna look but after that she drove me home. On the way back home she asked me "Nico, what do you think about when you run?" I was kinda startled by the question and it took me a while to respond but in the end I told her I was thinking of a particular part of a song that I had heard this morning. That it was like a CD kept skipping in my head and only played a little part of the song again and again. I also told her that for the most part I just run and don't think about anything.

-she just smiled and drove me home.

Thank You.

"Dreams are different, dreams you can lose. But if you see something . . . a lady, say, and you see her where nobody should be, then she follows you around inside your head." 

Your very much like that lady in my dreams. I think of my days to be dreams. Some you can remember in detail and can describe every part of it and you want to have that dream again at one point in your life. However there are those certain dreams that can't be remember or there is no need to look back on them. I want to thank you for making my first high school year a good one. Your probably are the reason why I can remember so much of it. Its almost like every time I see you I a can recall a different part of my freshman year. Your a good friend and I'm glad I met you.

<3

Im just me now.

My running thing is soon to end maybe three more week, hopefully. After it I make the soccer team I'm not 100% sure that I will make the team. But from what my Cross Country Coach has told me the J.V. coach would like to put me as a "midfielder" since I have the speed and what not.

I really don't have anything personal to look forward to or to think about. Today was a great day, I didn't fall a sleep in any of classes, I didn't stair out side a window or ceiling I payed my undivided attention to the teacher. I was proud of my self but i couldn't help but think how bored I was without doing my daily contemplating over some girl. I t felt weird but I just thought about it less and less each period till I got to math class at the end of the day and worked all period. So now I'm just me really hanging out with my friends and just going with the flow of everything around me once again.

CCS

I finally can say I accomplished my goal for Cross Country, of making it to CCS. But I feel as thought I could have done a lot better if i had more practice. Also I feel like I didn't deserve it there were guys that practiced there asses off and only to be beaten by a guy who ran 4mile days at the most. I robed them but, what can I say? I really liked today's race it was the best race of the season. It was perfect, it even started to rain towards the end of the race. I liked every part of it I gave it everything I had to give and I hope I gave the spectators a good show of cutting people of and leaving runners to eat mud. 

November 15th!!

If I Had A Day To Live

My titles are mainly meant to grab the peoples attention. Like "Nick Le" or maybe "Rachel Kassa" or anyone of my classmates. But today's title really does have something to do with what my blog is about. 

..Or not really it was going to but then I gave up trying to get my thoughts together. I really have lost interest in finding some part of my day to write about. I wish I knew when it was that I finally lost interest. If I knew I'd write about it but I don't so I won't. Now I depend on catchy titles to draw my class mates to my blog page. I know I can only do this for a certain amount of time before I'm told something by my teacher Mr. Thompson. But I doubt he will read this any time soon. I'm thinking if I really become desperate to write a blog I'll just write someone's name as my title, thats my plan "B" or maybe plan "Matthew Travers" hope you had fun reading random stuff. Be kind and leave a comment. 

One Day. ..

A picture is worth a thousand words.. .

La amo

No mas es un titulo.

Un dibujo especial.

Drawing for me is like breathing. It's just something I have to do and if I can't do it on paper I'll find some other surface to do it on. Just not on walls! Its not meant for show, well sometimes it is, but for the most part it's just sometimes feel like I have a great idea for something and I just have to draw it, fast. Occasionally I'll draw it more than once and eventually change. And when I give it to someone it's only because I'd like to see my "art" be appreciated by someone other than just thrown away. There is no special reason behind me giving someone my drawing other than I think there cool people and I'd like to see my "creations" be sported on there binders or anywhere else they decide to place them in. And I think that goes the same for someone that give me their drawing. It don't mean anything unless they say it does. 

Gasp!!

People do funny things when they are alone. You know "two people, no one around."As well as when they're around the wrong group of friends. The kind that do "hashish, hemp, REEFER." I can't believe some of the things that happened today. It surprised me a lot. I saw and heard some things that will make me look at some people in a whole different perspective. I won't say who they are because there is no reason for it. I won't treat them any different. I'll just keep what I know to myself mind my own business and just go on living my "happy" little life. It just comes to me as a really big shock. One that almost leaves me short of breath.

Blank Paper

The many things it can become yet in the end it will only be one. 

It could be a piece of art, the next big short story, an air plane, anything I want it to be. Everyday I see it and everyday I do just about the same thing to it, doodle on it and throw it away. Or sometime I write a few notes and place it in my binder and its never to be seen again. Sometime I just look at it for minutes and home its gonna do something like write on it self, but it never does. On other occasions I do incredible things to it like make the craziest and wildest drawing ever that I feel as though I had taken some sort of hallucinogenic drug just to get inspired in order to draw it. And sometimes not so wonderful things like scribble weirdo writing things on it and leave it in someones book. 

I <3 Paper

Indescribable

Today I think I saw one of the most beautiful girl, on my way home. She didn't look "hot" or "fine" or "sexy". Now you might think that if she isn't this then she really is ugly, but the only way to describe her is that she was a young woman about in her early twenties, long blond hair, these ocean blue eyes or maybe the color of the sky, anyway. What she was wearing wasn't very reveling, it was conservative in a way. I really can't remember what she was wearing because it wasn't what grabbed my attention, it was mainly the beauty of her face. If I had a way with words I wouldn't hesitate on describing her as if she was to be an angle or something. My point is that she was really every synonym of the word "BEAUTIFUL."

-Gorgeous, Charming, Stunning, etc.

All I'm saying is that she was a really attractive female and I just happen to admire her beauty.

A LOT!!

Crazy Cross-Country Race!!

They say its not a contact sport, that all you do is just run, you start at one point and finish at another. They tell me Cross Country isn't anything like say, football or soccer. Today I disproved this common belief. It was a normal race just like very other, everyone nervous to start hoping everything goes as planed, you run then you finish. I actually felt confident that even though I hadn't attended practice in about a week and a half I was going to do well. To me it felt like any other race, with the butterflies in my stomach, the sweat on my forehead, shaking every opponent's hand that I'm about to run against. 

We all got ready at the starting line the gun was raised,  it was quiet, the gun went off. (all true) I'm in first for a quick second, a few guys pass me, we go through a series of steep hill that gave the best view of downtown San Jose. Any ways it was a fast.. it must have only been 2 minutes at most we approach the first down hill slope. We passed it then, it was beautiful, everyone including me hugged an approaching curve. Its a small group that quickly disappears, its only me and a runner for Yerba Buena High School, were close to each other we make leg and arm contact I lose my balance for a moment, out of no where he shoulder tackles me. I fly upward, my feet completely off the ground, I close my eyes,I fall hard and slide across the gravel path, I feel a pain on my back, legs and head. I open my eyes the sound comes back to me and all I hear is my brother yelling at the top of his lungs at the runner. I'm left wit a few cuts, scrapes and bruises on my back shoulders and leg.

I still continue the race. After this "incident" or what every you want to call it. I get back up only to realize about 10 runners passed me I lost count of what place I was, but I proceeded with the race nothing could have stopped me from finishing that race. I ended up finishing around 11th and 13th place. But it just goes to show how every is a difficult and sometime it doesn't go as planed. I really am hurting I'd write every detail of the race but I'm in a little bit of pain and homework to finish.

Spanglish!!

I want to and would love to live en un mundo donde nadien habla en esta forma. Where they just speak and escriben en una forma y no dos. Dicen ques es su cultura pero I think they are just dumb people that just can't spell right so they have to speak in a way que las reglas de la escritura no aplican. Creanlo o no pero yo ni trate de fijarme si o no escribe todo correcto. ¿Saben por que?Because I was to flojo to actually look back y leer lo otra ves. Entrengase en tratando de leer lo que I wrote. Solamente es otro blog for Mr. Thompson. Ojala que no se enoje cuando lo trate de leer. 

-Nadien deverdad lee lo que I write.  

I'M COMING HOME!!

I finally arrived to my destination, my home. I wasn't greeted with love or any caring gesture. Everyone had already gone to bed even my older brothers. I felt as thought I was a stranger, someone that didn't belong, an outcast. Its not to say my family doesn't love me or care about what happens to me, its just to say that I really haven't seen my brothers and sisters for a great portion of this week and last week. But, its not just my family its my friends and team mates for Cross Country, my coach and everything that I have put aside for "Homecoming."I'm really excited fort his years. I've put so much effort in all my work, every detail, just so others can enjoy their sophomore year. I really homecoming is the greats thing that occurs this year.

No tengo heirloom?

What is an heirloom? An heirloom by definition is a family possession handed down from generation to generation. For me personally I don't think my family has anything like this. Although something to me that I consider as an heirloom would be the fact that I can always keep and open mind about just about everything. It sounds strange but that to me is truly my family heirloom. Why? Well because for all my life up to this point, my mother has raised me to never judge someone for their beliefs or appearance or any other particular aspect of them. She always tells me that her mother would be the nicest person to meet because she wouldn't mind if someone was a different religion or different race, she always treated them as a member of her family. My mom says it runs mostly in the family and personally I'd like to one day teach my children to be like their great grandmother, and grandmother.

Fun Time

So I can finally say I'm over it. It took sometimes but I'm okay. Ha ha, this little crush goes way back, I guess, but I can't give a name since Mr. "T" says its not nice to point people out. It really doesn't matter because I bet she doesn't even care. Oh well, I had a long conversation with one of my older brothers and he made it really clear to me that there was no reason for me to be thinking so much about this girl, he put in a really simple way for me that I felt stupid for even feeling bad since nothing really happened between us. I'm not saying that, I don't care about her or that I'm not physically or mentally attracted to her because, honestly, she is a really nice girl. Its just now my conscious is clear and I won't feel bad if I was.. I don't know.. say get with someone. Haha. Well if it was meant to be, it would have already happened.




-Maybe some other time in life.

Bloggs.

So need to post three blogs before the end of this day. I wonder if Mr. Thompson really checks these things. Oh, well it wouldn't hurt to at least try to post three in one day. This really suck, because I had to walk all the way from Japantown to Santa Clara and all because I don't have my laptop. And I still have to get my essay typed up! I never knew how important a laptop was for the accelerated classes. Well bye.

ISMENE?

"HOW AFRAID I AM FOR YOU, ANTIGONE!"

Though Ismene says this very early in the play, it says a lot about who she is. It tells the reader that she doesn't hate her siblings nor the fact that her father committed some shameful acts with his mother-wife. But that she feels that even though her and Antigone may have different points of view on things they should still stick as a family. No matter what. 

I Think To Much

I thought of something today, I guess I just have to much time on my hands. Its about "life" and how you can think about it.

"Life" is like a race. A race that doesn't ends in less than an hour or a couple of minutes, its one where you start running as soon as you can walk. Who runs in this race, people of all ages just like in reality. The goal isn't to beat someone else, because your both finishing at the same place, it's about all the different people you encounter and meet along the way. During this race you have your ups and downs, you might fall down but that's how "life" is. Right? You may find a group of people and you spend a lot of time with them, you go through the same obstacles and challenges and sometimes you increase your pace and you may loose them but you always end up finding others or maybe some of them stick with you for a long portion or even the entire way. My point is that one thing that everyone will go through is when you find someone you really like along the way. You stray away from your crowd to go mingle with the opposite sex, and that's when it starts. You both feel a connection and hit it off like if you had been with each other since the start. During this time you still have your groups of friends but mainly its you and her, you pass girls and she passes boys along the way and you like each other so much you can't help but show it. But sometimes, you think way to much while your running! You don't do anything you just run together just as friends and nothing more until you've run so much that she gets tired and draws back and you forward, I can't say "it's the same for everyone" because everyone has a different "life."
Like some may be gay, bi, or lesbian. :]



-Well that's about it.
(I think to much...)

What's a Don?

Well today was a alright day I didn't feel sick. It might have been because of all the over the counter medication I took this morning(idk). I had a cross country meet today it was sort of exciting seeing all the returning runners that I raced last year, kinda cool that they remembered me, the race was pretty chill for me but for others it was brutal. They tell me that a girl while running tripped and fell flat on her face, some other girl barfed after she crossed the finish line and another fell on to the dirt path. However the highlight of my day was getting to ask students that attended Del Mar the question that's on the mind of everyone, "what is a Del Mar Don" or should I say "what is a don." Some of the answers they gave me where "its a Mexican land owner" or "its a Mexican homie" and "tu madre"I can't really remember the other ones but they were pretty funny. They kinda laughed at me because I guess to them its like saying "what's a grizzle"?


-I was just joking about the third one :)

Contemplating. ..

"If its not lay up, stay up and talking, then its lay up, stay up and stalking"
So its like this, you know when you like someone or your trying to get the opposite sex to notice you at first and its all innocent until you start having those long conversations. The ones where you and her or you and him talk on the phone until who knows when at night, but all you really talk about is nothing just simple things. How was your day? What you doing right now? How are you liking school so far? You know simple things just to get them to stay on the phone as long as you possibly could get them to. Or your like some, who instead of talking on the phone are more modern and use things such as "aim", "myspace"...

I"M NOT DONE YET!!

XIB

On my way home today I saw these two "norteños" talking about how high and drunk they were last night and how they got in fights with the "sureños." Also they were talking about how they love the color red and how much they disliked the blue. Now you might think that I was being nosey, listening to other peoples conversation, but guess what I wasn't they where practically yelling at the top of their lungs each other even though they were sitting right across each other. And because of this I start questioning if they even knew why it is that they represent the colors that they do and why it is that they claim the numbers "14" and "13". What is strange about them is if it wasn't for the fact that they were really "hard core gangsters" or "cholos" they probably wouldn't have any friends almost like they'd be social outcasts. I wish I could right more about them but I'm afraid I might get jumped or something of that nature.

They are very interesting people if you really think about it.. .

Why Blog?

Honestly, if Mr. Thompson didn't give away the answer I wouldn't know but he did. The reason why we blog is so that instead of having the same conversation with just one member of the accelerated class you can have a large one and have everyone contribute pits and pieces of their thoughts and ideas to it without having to worry about what others may think. But then again you have the option to comment then and tell then "stuff" which is always a good thing. Right?

This Blog..

I personally dislike this hole concept, sure it's a nice thing to have everyone share their thoughts and ideas so we can all have a say in whatever topic it is we are talking about in class. Its a nice thing to know that someone can actually take the time and see what a fellow class mate thinks about his or her thoughts and ideas. However, I see it as just another way to show to the class that one doesn't know how to spell or use proper grammar, like me. I really am self conscious about my writing skills. If I knew every rule there was about writing, I would think this would be the best thing that ever happened at school since Mr. Thompson tried to rap!