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.