what?

I draw.
I run.
I like girls.
I'm nico.

3. Cultural Consideration

"Por que tu no speak English?" I dislike this some much, when the mixture of two languages, cultures are woven together so tight its accepted to many to be the actual language it self and made into an stereotype. I love my culture, there hasn't been a point in my life where I despised who I was or where my family descended from. Well for one, there isn't any aspect of it in which I disagree with its beliefs. And the second being I respect my culture very much. But to some being Mexican just isn't the "it" thing to be. It isn't as beautiful as being Guamanian, Philippine, or some other culture. You're just Mexican. Well, this is exactly where the lack of knowledge plays a gigantic role in your acceptance of your personal culture. I've researched again and again everything there is to know about where I come from, or actually where my parents and distant family members descend from. I may not know it by heart at this moment, but I clearly understand my people and their choice of life style. "Ese mango esta muy Pachichi", "Quiniqui ven aqui." Its phrases like these interest me so much in attempting to learn about my ancestry. I am proud in being Mexican because I know that we as an entire ethnic group have many interesting it factors. Our architecture, our rich history in art, and sciences. There is more to Mexico than burros, cactus, and pan dulce.

Candle

It's at first an explosion, then a sudden eruption of energy or could it be friction. Its the dance she puts on for nobody. First, as a solo, then winds aid her slightly, till they're hand in hand, swaying to the rhythm of the Earth. She is as fragile as a flower and must held with great care. Just one to big of a step and her illuminating eyes can shut close. Her inpatients makes her so desirable to others yet taming her takes a few centuries to comprehend. I'm am but a spectator to this beautiful ballet. Her age is unknown to me, but her youth is still with her. From the very first moment she sprouts from the stem of her pod till her smoky seeds spread throughout the atmosphere. I am entranced by the beauty within the bright inferno.
The dances ends abruptly.
One can now begin hear crinkling, that being of wax particles nurturing her. Slowly she consumes this waxy substance. A nibble here and there but never taking a full much. She lies there unaware of anything but herself..

Reflection on Narration

Though, this has been the first of many wonderful units to come, I feel as though I've come to learn numerous styles of narrative writing. I've come to realizes and have seen, first hand, how the style of writing in essays of my fellow peers varies dramatically from person to person. Although not much of my time is spent discussing my personal feelings towards narrative writing, I have been criticizing it and picking at certain sections of the material and soaking it in to use in future essays.
Now if only the rest of the year could be like this.

Its pretty much like this

(Woo-hoo-hoo-ooo)
(Sittin' in the park, waiting for you-hoo-hoo)
(Child, I'm)

Yes, I'm sitting right here
Waiting for a-you my dear
Wondering if a-you ever
Gonna show up
(Show up)

I don't know if you gonna show
My darling I got to go
But never-the-less, I said
You got-a me waitin'

(Sittin' in the park waiting for you-hoo-hoo)
(Child, I'm)

Sitting here on the bench
With my back against the fence
Wonderin' if I have any sense
(Child, I'm)

Somethin' tells me I'm a fool
To let you treat me so cruel
But never-the-less, I say again
You got-a me waiting

(Sittin' in the park, waiting for you-hoo-hoo)

Why, oh why, oh why, oh why
Oh why, oh why?
(Tell me why)
Won't you tell me why?
(I wanna know why)
Oh, my darling I said-a right now
Good girl
I wanna know why?
Why?
(Tell him what-a-matter)

(Sitting in the park, waiting for you-hoo-hoo)
(Tell him what-a-matter )

Sitting here on the bench
With my back against the fence
Wondering if I have any sense
(Tell her don't matter)

Somethin' tells me I'm a fool
Let you treat me so cruel
Never-the-less, I said
You got-a me waiting

(Sitting in the park, waiting for you-hoo-hoo)

(Sitting)
Hope I'm not gonna wait
(In the park)
I am tired of waiting
(A fool)
No longer gonna wait, girl
Any longer

(Sitting in the park)
I'm tired of waiting
(In the park)
Oh Lord, I'm not a-gonna wait
No
No longer gonna wait, child

(exsept i'm not sure if i'm tired or not)

Chill Beats

I just can't

seem to get away from you.

not saying that I'd like to.

throw back..

nope.

the things you find..

Riding My Bike

My wheels don’t seem to touch the road
As I fly through the wind.
When I look down,
The road flashes by.
When I look up,
The world is slow motion again,
And I swerve a corner,
Almost floating.


Written by
Anna Williams at age 10
Barnstable, Massechusetts

Bike Riding.. downtown

again..

i've got your number..

I'm gonna call you right now. :0
Just to say hello.^__^
Just to make you laugh a little. 0_O
Just to bring a smile to your face. (:
Just to talk to you. @__@
Just to hear your voice. ._.
..


Just because I miss you ♥__♥

Fun-nes

This is what I do.
Well what I did for the last couple of days.

It's been a while.

Fun day today.
Got to hang out with old amiga.
Just realized.
I'm very lucky that I have
her as a friend.

When

Did it all start .Have I ever meant something to you more than what I know I do? Did you realize this. Where you planing on telling me, if at all? Will it end? Did it end? You fall for that kid? You know it was over between us?

Is it even..

Awuh!!

My little brother
just asked a girl
to the 5th grade
dance.
I can't believe it.

ahahaha.

Letting Go.

glasses

My visions getting worse.
I guess I'm just like my brothers.
Kinda sucks.

mystery girl..

Excitement!!

Reading other people's blogs isn't something I always do.
I've been missing out on so much and life at school makes
a little more sense. For a moment I was clueless of the
situation I was in until, well now. Its really sad to know
that everything that happen to me is all because of a few
misunderstood signals hopefully every thing back to the
way it was a coupe of days ago. I think the only reason for
me blogging at this moment would be that I just ate and
super smart brother, Silvino, says that the reason for why
I wake up so tired in the morning is because my body is
exhausted from digesting food. So to avoid this I'm trying
to stay awake until I'm less full, hopefully it works.
This sounds pretty stupid but hey, he's in AP Biology.
Anyways, back to the whole "I'm starting to read my
fellow peer's blogs." Its pretty entertaining. Now, don't
get me wrong I'm not here to bag on their blogs just to
say that without them staying up late for no apparent
reasons would be very difficult. I like how some are very
poetic(Quoc) or about the stupid injuries one causes on
themselves(Jeff). Or about there day(Amy). Or the soon
trips they will soon be going on(Matthew Travers). But it
doesn't end there some even challenge themselves to write
in an entire different language for a change(Rachel Kassa).


.-. upside down

._. smile

Pencil, does this make sense?

I'm writing especially for you, you deserve it more than anyone else. You're over looked by everyone. Sometimes even myself. I hardly speak to you anymore. I can't believe I just left you for someone who I though could possibly be more permanent. I liked the way, you made, going back and changing my errors easier. Well the once that weren't serious. This knew someone just went with the flow, and never thought twice before doing something. I'm slowly trying reaching out to you. Please forgive me, I've come to realized I need more than just this other person. I want things to go back the way they were. I want it back to the way it was. To you wearing your black framed glasses with the green inside rim that covered your light brown eyes. To you wearing your favorite yellow sundress that covered your soft, slightly tan, skin...


HOLD UP!! I'm getting two stories confused..
:)

the new.

<3

Of Montreal

Does she know, does she know that
I am not joust searching for some first time high
I know it's all about perceptions
And I accept you as my very first mover

I was a foreigner when you appeared
From the shadows at the motor club
I was a hater in the depths
Of an emotional hibernation

You sat me down, we had some drinks
All you told me all kinds of insanity
I asked your friend if you were available
She answered, no but yes, oh well oh well, yes and no

Does she know, does she know that
I am not joust searching for some first time high
I know it's all about perceptions
And I accept you as my very first mover

I remember riding bikes on Coaster Island
Planning midnight raids on the Swedish plum trees
That summer, it was too cold to swim, so
we climbed upon the rocky shore and freaked out
On the mountain goats, but they were not impressed
Or scared of us

Do you remember, our last summer of independents?
Do you remember, our last summer of independents?
Do you remember, our last summer of independents?
Do you remember?

Now, I'm viewing my memory reel in reverse
Scrolling back to come to feel your weather then
Now, I'm nothing to the limits of our parabola (this line not sure)
To predict the points of thou-shalt-not-return

Does she know, does she know that
I am not joust searching for some first time high
I know it's all about perceptions
And I accept you as my very first mover

How do I feel?

I'm really not sure.

I say that we're just friends. 

Maybe something's there.

I get a funny feeling when 

I'm around her, but then again

it could be the lunch time food.

Who knows...

"Oh, I believe you are a rainbow
You're all the heaven I need to see
You're the promise everlasting
Ah, cuz where you are
I hope to be

Oh make me say it again girl
Make me say it again girl
Make me say it again girl"

Something..

Today was one of those days that I wish it was all sunshine, booty shorts, and high energy drinks. But it was the complete opposite. Well except hanging out with Amy during lunch. She can always some how make me smile about something stupid. Anyways, school dragged on and on I wanted to just get all my stuff and just walk out. After school was the same deal, wanted to skip track and chill with my BBFF, but I couldn't since it was picture day. It was really boring did the usual. THEN! 

When I got home it was different all of a sudden I was happy and full of energy so my brother and I went on our weird & random adventures to _______. It was nice. 

Ship-to-Shore

What are my options at the moment? 

Okay, so what's my best choice, one with the body, the one with the pretty face, or the one that I was so stuck on? 

Well I'm not sure do you think she's still there? 

No, okay then we'll scratch off the one that I was so stuck on. 

So, what's left? 

Naww, the one with the pretty face is a.. well I don't know but I just wish I went with my gut feeling on that one. 

Anyways. 

Okay so we'll scratch her off to. 

Wait! 

What about.. you know the I've been talking to? 

Hahah.. Dude that's so mest up!

Okay never mind her then.

Well all I got left is the one with the body.

Whatever.

I'll flip a coin.

Thanks for the help radio.

The Great Disappointment

Last week was one, if not the greatest of my life. I had been putting so much emphasis on our meet against Yerba Buena. To me it was suppose to be one of the most competitive meets I would ever run. It would be spectacular, for me, I'd get them back for all the "pain" the caused me during my Cross Country season. I'd show them. But I guess not. The first surprise of the day was so amazing it made me want to scream. The coach that I thought had left didn't. 

..a little back ground on this guy, he's a friend of my family and is well respected in the "running community" that means his technic or style in coaching is well up there with famous coaches. Maybe I'm this is a lie but it he's just a really good coach. Last year all of his runners if not most of them broke 5minutes in there mile and 

..don't want to finish writing it

Her name was..

THALIA!!

Some just

lack originality.

Its the hair..

answering questions in mr. thompson's class about animal farm..

and just being stupid..

Him:Why are you leaving all that space?

Me:What?

Him:Why is there so much space right there?

Me:I don't know why, I just wrote it like that.

Her:Oh, wow

Her:You and your sideways name, date, and period

Him:So what, are you gonna draw moses and boxer?

Me: maybe..

Her: Hahahha!

Me:I don't know, I hate paper

Me:I hate who ever invented paper!

Him:NICO HATES THE CHINESE

Me:No I don't

Him:You just said you hate the chinese

Me:uhhhh..

Him:You said you hated who ever invented paper

Her:I wonder who invented the boarders

just incase you missed it..

I guess

Boredom leads to many things..

Something..

What is it about her?
Is it the way she puts her hair up?
Is it the puckering of her lips when applying lip balm?
Is it the look she gives me?
Is it the way she dresses?
Is it the color of her eyes?
Is it her figure?
Is it her stance?
Is it her skin complexion?

What is it about her?

just another..

Looking back at my old blogs gives me a strange feeling of nostalgia. It has been a really, some what of a long time, since I've written them and things have changed dramatically. I don't have any complains about how this years been going so far, I like it. 

I guess I thought about it way to much. I guess made it seem like it was this untouchable, unapproachable thing. Well it just goes to show how stupid I am for thinking like this about it. I feel a lot better now, like I just passed the foggy part of my voyage and now its all clear sailing form here on out. I see some things up in the horizon that look some what appealing, thinking about maybe, going and investigating them. I'm not very sure what can happen from here to there but what ever it I hope that it has a positive effect in my life.

Set Up..

It was a lame boring morning I had to wake up early to deliver the art pieces my brother made me for our Sadie Hawkins dance which was pretty lame. I hated the morning because the minute that I got to school with all my paint everyone decide to become a specialist or a graffiti artist which was pretty annoying. I hated it! No one really appreciated the art my brother made, only a few. Everyone was to cot-up with getting there hands on the spray paint and trying to make there own piece. Some were even calling supposed tagger kids to come down and make a few themselves, now I'm not saying that hey weren't good at it, all I'm saying is that they don't know how much freakin effort went in trying to get those 18 pieces done in 3 days. Not only that but how I had to spend  my own money in getting more paint because I ran out of it on Friday night. Or how I had to look like a dumb-ass carrying ridiculous amounts of cardboard on top of my head, and a huge back pack filled with tubes and cans of paint, on the light rail. In all honesty when it comes to making "art" in general I don't mind but if some of the people that were painting with the cans, knew how much of a burden it is to paint at night with poor lighting, "Tempera Brand Paint" and insane amounts of fumes would  know that those shiitts where hard to make. Well anyways most of them got ruined by the duck tape that was put on them. It hurt to just see them thrown up like they weren't anything. It sucked! Atleast some or a few of the people that where there really did like them and asked if they could have one of them. I'm not sure what I'm gonna do with them, maybe decorate the paint room at school or give 'em away to a few FRIENDS..

Friday with Amy

These past days I've pretty much spent then away from my house. I just don't like being at home right now for some reason. My friday adventure went like this, after school I met up with Amy because she invited my to be in her cousin's quince so I was "aight I'll be in it". We went over her cousins house and chilled for a while until the everyone got there it went by pretty fast, it was pretty throw back they had a pool table and air-hooky table. Played a couple rounds, watched some of the Sharke's game. When it came to the dancing part of the day it was a pretty simple not to complicated to thing to learn, well anyways we ate after and just chilled some more and watched some music videos to get inspired for some more dance moves. The lady that where there tried teaching us how to dance other types of music. Which made me realize that your not truly mexican until you can dance some really straight out of mexica, club hitz. It was awesome even though I felt pretty dumb for a while. I didn't care I really wanted to learn, only because one day I want to be able to go into a hispanic night club and just grab a female and man handle her. Well anyways it was a kool day got to hang out with my best friend Amy.

If he leaves..

Gunderson won't be the same.

Cortez.

Thinking about getting some for next year...

What it means to me...

I've waited for this moment since the first time I ever set foot on a track, which was way back in 5th grade. I'd dream that the day I broke it and got an amazing time would be the best day of my life. I planed how it would happen in my head a million times. If I was going to accomplish my goal anytime soon during my high school years, this year would be that year in which I got the big 4:30. I've finally reached that breaking point. Where I'll be departing from the pack and drastically change the way I'm viewed as an athletes. It came to me as a shock that I reached a 5:01 minute mile today against Prospect High School. I knew that it was going to be a very competitive race and I had a high chance I might not make top 3 in my running events. But I did I got 3rd in the 1-mile, 4th in the 1/2-mile, and 2nd in the 2-mile. I received a time of 11-minutes and 41-seconds for my 2-mile. A 2:22..ishhh 1/2 mile not my best but not to far from my personal record, and to top it all off my 5 minute 1 second 1-mile. I know that after this meet I'll be running 4 minute miles like nothing because I now know what it takes to run one. Not only that but I have to say I have a greater respect for the athletes I competed against, I really see them as friends because of how similar we are in sports. I really appreciate how they don't mind when they are criticised in give you feed back on how you did in your event. I don't know how to word it but they are just the type of "kids" I need to drive me to a 4:30mile.

-all I need is 30 seconds less!!!

Flawless.

Image Box

Ever since we've installed cable at my house, things haven't been going good for me. I blame it for filling my head with useless junk. I spend most of the hours I'm at home watching that box. There's something about it that just grabs my attention, I've been missing out on a lot of great music, other than that I could care less about the cartoons... 

I CAN'T FINISH THIS I NEED A BREAK...

I haven't

been writing blogs for some reason. I wish I knew why but I can't seem to find the reason for it. Maybe its because of how lazy I've been becoming these last few weeks. Its shows in my grades, class and my sport. I feel really sluggish when it comes time to do something of importance. I'm pretty sure that the only reason I'm forcing myself to write this blog is because I'm pretty sure I missed a few blogs in weeks pass and I really want to get used to typing how my days have been going for me. I have lots of things to write about, but when I log into my account and think of a title I can't seem to stick to it and finish a complete blog. I'll do my best in typing but I bet there's gonna be something wrong with what I type.

Paper.

All people are grass,

Their constancy is like the flower of the field.

Every mountain and hill be made low,

Uneven grounds shall become leveled

Valleys shall be lifted up.

??

Tell me..

I was recently ask to complete a pretty big task. I'm not really sure what to draw for the ticket but I hope that what ever comes to my mind is so good and looks so good that my fellow pears will want to save the ticket for some time and enjoy having it. If you have any ideas of what so should be on the ticket for the Sadies Hawkins Dance ticket let me know before monday I'll be working on it from now until.. well monday. 

IT WILL ALL BE DRAWIN BY 

HAND NO COMPUTER GRAPHICS!!

 :)

El Mayor.

I will never understand my oldest brother. How he feels like he has so much authority over everyone else just because he's the oldest. How he can go about asking my mom for money to attend "the club" and lie about how much he's learning at school and how he wants to apply what he learns and expand my mom's business and a whole bunch more b.s. I get really aggravated when he tries to talk about any subject whether it be girl, school, sports or giving me advice. I really dislike how unsuccessful he is and how closed minded about his whole situation. He blames his whole misfortune on my "father" leaving us when we were growing up. But its the only excuse he can think of he takes no responsibilty what so ever on his own part, like ditching school, hanging out with the wrong group of friends and getting into drinking and smoking had nothing to do with why he's forced to live at home at the age of 20 almost 21. I can recall so many memories when we were younger living on welfare and foodstamps and he's he so big man person and tell my mom "oh one day you'll never have to worry about the bills or paying for my younger brothers to attend college", he's so full of it. At this moment he's going to DeAnza College just about failed his first semester or whatever you call it. Says its because he always got to school late due to the lack of a car. Now he has a truck which is being payed by my mother, and he also receives gas money and endless amount of spending money. She says she's just giving back the money he lent her back when he worked. Its funny because he hasn't had a job for over a year. When he did it wasn't even all that much, another thing that bugs be about him is how "big headed" he is when applying for jobs, he doesn't apply for the common job like as an employee but as supervisor, manager. He's just about left every job he had because he said he doesn't like having a boss. I don't know. I guess I'm just bagging on him but its really irritating he's yelling at me to do this get a job help around the house, telling me how I'll never get into college and if I did for some magical reason I'll drop out. How I won't amount to anything. I don't know he's really pissing me off right now but I can't do anything, I already got in a fight with him which ended up getting my other brother involved. Which then he scolded me and having him tell me something is way worse because I actually respect him I treat him as if he was the oldest, only because he's proven to me over and over again that he's determined to leave the situation we're in and make a better life for himself. He's actually getting involved in school and makes me want to be like him. But anyways he was telling me that I should stoop to his level and fight and just ignore his stupid remarks and everything he says because he will eventually do some permanent damage to me because of how much he hates when someone points out his flaws in life.

I still love my brother, he's always gonna 

be my brother and I have no problem with 

that I just wish he'd realize what he's doing 

instead of blaming others.

 

Lost Art Work?

I have been looking for my art project for about a week. I had thoughts that I might have needed to start and finish a new one soon. The picture above is about 1/4 of the actual piece but I'm glad I found it, I can honestly say that its not my best but I really would hate to make a new one. The funny thing is that it was in my mom's room all this time and it wasn't until I asked if she had seen it that she asked me if it was a roll of paper she had found laying around. I love my mommy because she always helping me out in something.

<3

"I FOUND IT!!!"

Not sure

I can't write blogs.

Nothing comes to mind.

Except some stuff, well 

not that important stuff.

Eye think..

"I really like someone,

just don't know who.."

Last Friday I ran into a really old friend of mine. Her name was Mari, I think. She was chillin' with one of my other friends at Java Land. It must be at least six years since I've seen her. But last Friday I was just amazed in what a small city this is. How you could run into one of your childhood buddies without looking for then.  Anyways, it was really nice seeing her, not sure what it was about her that just made me at ease, like nothing in my world could matter more than trying to figure out who she was to me when I was a small 4th grader. The minute that I saw her my eyes quickly made up that child hood face I was so used to seeing. I was in aw, for a moment but I just couldn't bring back memories of her. It was sad in a way. Just the thought that I once been a close friend to her but not one thing popped in my head about who she was, I knew they were in there but I couldn't recall anything. So I didn't say much to her, how could I? 

<3

In what condition was it left in?

BURNT.

I made this mommy.

I wanna be like Mike Giant.

That One Day

That one day that everyone goes out of there way to show there "love" to that special someone. That one day that they buy lavish gifts to make up for the loveless 364 days of the previous year. That day where some are willing to spend 100's and 100's of dollars to acquire that special gift to represent all their true feelings towards their one true love. They spend countless hours trying to find it. Or they wake up that same morning with the mind set that if anything will make up for a crappy year now is the time to find that something. Personally I look at this day with great fond. There's something about this day that makes some if not most children, teenagers and adults behave in an abnormal manner. There is no other day like it, a day where some can forget about their health and financial problems in life and focus on their significant other. As far as I am concerned no real purpose is behind  it, other than to sell expensive materials. I see it like this, if you really "love" someone you should be doing your job everyday to demonstrate that love each and every moment that you two pass together, and not expect that you only need to demonstrate it once every year. 

Left?

I'm finally done with everything. Today I played my last game of fútbol. I wasn't the easiest of games, it was a real challenge for me because I wasn't in one of my greatest moods. But I still pulled through. I really impressed my coach and the parents that attended. I could hear them cheer me on as I played right defender. The "G-O-Ni-co" and "buena jugada Nico" and so much more. I felt so hyped up, I felt like I was on top of the world, which I guess you could say we all are, but any how I played hard and left everything I had in me out on the field. I have no regrets and I'm thinking now that I will be trying out next year for varsity fútbol. Today was just that great game that got everyone playing "balls out" no matter all the pain they felt, they played with everything they had. 

So, I guess next week I'm starting  Track & Field I'm somewhat excited for it. Only looking forward to kicking some butt in practice, hopefully some of new kidds join, make things more interesting. As well as some of the children from cross country.

A Piece of Art

is a..
A Piecer of "HEART."




I spent a countless amount of hours on this piece of art. Well, I'd say at least a good 10 if not more. I just woke up on Saturday empty. No one was home except for me. Everyone had something to do. I was left home alone, with $10 dollars. Not sure what they were for but I guess it was for me to entertain myself with. I found a large poster board out in my garage and something about called my attention. It was as if my eye saw something of interest in it, even though it was a completely blank paper. I quickly cleared my kitchen table of everything, cleaned it so well I could see my reflection of the little square tiles. I placed my laptop above it, made a quick play list of songs. Got just about every writing tool I possessed in my backpack and went at it. I didn't think much. I had no pre-planed sketch but everything began falling like a puzzle, nothing looked out of place. It all belonged. I just thought about past memories and drew. You could say I drew my little heart out, in a way. Some what of my heart. I wish I could say what this piece was about or what the memories where about but I can't. It wouldn't be right I first would have to tell the rightful owner first. But just know everything was put for a reason, well in this case for a memory. I'm bring it to school tomorrow to show off my drawing skills, its not everyday that I draw something like this, if you see me, feel free to ask to see it. It's a very detailed drawing if I do say so myself. 

P. S. If you would like me to "make" you a drawing or some sort of art work just ask me I really wouldn't mined.. $__$

$10.00

Would any one like to purchase this..



looks little more like this..




kinda looks more like this..



any takers?

I'm The Alphabet

Lately I been on a sort of high not sure what but I just have been. Because of it I've been on a non-stop rampage of drawing and writing things down. Like a picture that I saw years or months ago I can picture in my head like if I had right in front of me. Or I can just draw scribbles  and turn it into something amazing or just pleasant to the eye. However, becayse of this "high" I've completely ignored my work, school and home. I really don't care well not at the moment. I have to many ideas and to little of a time spand to draw them all in. Like on wednesday a certain someone had asked me if I would draw on their folder. "Just draw your little heart out." 

It made me think for a moment, then I answered back "if I did that, this whole school would be covered in some sort of writing, painting material er something."  

[..]<3[..*]

It's been a year since he broke up with her but yet he can still recall those moments he had with his girlfriend. I know he's put it behind him but I guess I can say, because I'm his brother, that not a single day goes by that he doesn't look back at his freshman and sophomore year. He's currently with another girl, not much is working out for him. We're pretty close we talk about everything brothers could possibly talk about thoughts and ideas, our relationship status, boobs you know brother stuff. This knew chick he's with is a little hard to get. Like if you just saw how she behaved you'd say why my brother would have her as his girl friend. However, there's another side to her that only some people have seen, she can be a really understanding and patient and calm person and I think its because of this that he likes her "so much." But its starting to be too much for him, I think. I feel bad how I tell him he should maybe drop it just for a bit and see how things go but he's persistent on working things out but who am I to say?

Open wide.

Last night I had a dream about you
In this dream I'm dancing right beside you
And it looked like everyone was having fun
the kind of feeling I've waited so long

Don't stop come a little closer
As we jam the rythm gets stronger
There's nothing wrong with just a little little fun
We were dancing all night long

The time is right to put my arms around you
You're feeling right
You wrap your arms around too
But suddenly I feel the shining sun
Before I knew it this dream was all gone

I had a dream sorta like this. I think it was because it was the last thing I heard before I went to bed. Only part that was different was that the sun wasn't just shining it had a mouth and a nose. No eyes though. And it was opening its mouth and it was going to eat me. Then I wake up and fall of my bed. This really ruined my day I got a nice looking bruise on my arm and knee. Everything was going pretty bad for me all day. I FORGOT MY UNIFORM FOR SOCCER!! Plus I didn't bring my chemistry work. I don't know it was just all bad. Only good part was the look this one girl gave me.  

Track 14 (pattern)

I guess someone uploaded a new CD to my laptop. Probably because I haven't been using it as much as I used to and I just left it alone for a good two weeks. Well anyways I just can't stop listening to this song there something about it that just make me think so much about everything that's been going on in my life. Girls, sport, school, family, friends, the future just about everything you can name this song just makes me think about it. Its just that chill, mellow, relaxing, yet loud and meaningful. I wish I knew who sang the song or at least who wrote it. If only you knew how this song went you'd understand who I feel right now. I tried looking for it, type some of the lyrics in a search engine and nothing. Asked my brothers and they don't know I guess they even forgot. I guess I'll just enjoy this song until who knows when. I'm not sure what to call my mood because of the different emotions it brings out of me. Not only that but today I went to Goodwill to see if they were hiring people. And well they are so I asked for an application, when the "manager" or head person would be available and everything one would usually ask when applying for a job. I have the form right in front of me.

But thats the thing do I want to stop being a regular kid and let my parent (mom) pay for the things I need or should I start helping out... I know you may just think it's just Goodwill if i do get the job not only will it be my first job ever but a big responsibility to manage it and my school work...

v__V

-JSn1e2k2A7l0au1g1jke0ycyyc17yystyN

Aptitude?

I believe you are born with talent. Plain and simple. All that needs to be done is to bring it out of oneself. I've participated in three sports this year and well I have come to understand that its the players skill and hard work that makes them what they are, not the uniform. Its the athlete that brings life to a uniform whether it be running shoes, soccer cleat or football helmet anything. For instance I'm not the best runner. Don't get the idea that I'm saying that I am because I've come to discover some hidden talent at Gunderson High School that could easily set a record or at least break a five minute mile. I'm just one of the few that are willing to challenge their body and take it to its limit to see the end result. I don't really have a preference between brands. I really don't care much about the type of brand shoes I wear for running and I could careless about how the uniform looks. So what if it has misspelled "Grizzlies" and says "Grizzles" I like the uniform. For obvious reasons like I can think of one occasion. It was the 3rd race of this years Cross Country season and my brother was confronted by a former class mate that now attends Lincoln High School. He said some thing about how he was one of, if not the fastest runner from Lincoln. He also brought up our school, said "its sucks in just about everything it does" as well as some other stuff that I wouldn't like to type, but let me just say that they were very unpleasant. Well anyways he was dressed in him whole warm-up uniform and spandex uniform because there school could afford it. Latest running shoes that Nike came out with. He pretty much had everything that could help a runner be more aerodynamic while running.  My brother being the person that he is didn't say much and laugh about it. We didn't have much to say about it and decided to let the race make the final call. We killed. He got 25th while me and my brother took 3rd and 5th. Beat Lincoln in that race too. Goes to show that it doesn't matter what you wear what matters is the talent within oneself. I can think of plenty of occasions that this has happened maybe not exactly but were one school's team tries to say that they, because what they wear are way better than us. An we end up showing them up. Don't get me wrong it is a nice thing to have, shoes, warm-ups, and anything else that makes a team "look" like a "good" team but I believe it must and has to start with the team. It doesn't matter how much you spend to make yourself "appear" like a good athlete if you suck will still suck. Plain and simple.

"GIRLS DON'T LIKE THE STIFFY"

Eddie: Hey Lady, how high are you?

crazy 40year old lady: "HELLA F@CKIN' HIGH!!

Eddie: lmao

Nico: lmao

Silvino: lmao

Its been some time since I've written a blog for Mr. Thompson. Not to say I didn't want to write one but thing was that I didn't have Internet for a while about two weeks I'd say. It's not the first time that this happens to me. Last time I didn't have it I just found another way to talk to my peeps like calling 'em up on the phone. And to write blogs I wrote them right after school but this time, I'm not sure I just didn't worry as much. Like I just did other homework, I didn't trip about talking to friends because I knew if the were my friends they wouldn't care much if I didn't talk to them everyday on the meebo. Also, because I didn't have Internet I had time to think to myself, practice what I learned at school and I even did some soccer drills by myself to improve at soccer. So much has happened to me since I lost it. Some had been good and other stuff kinda depresso, but I'm not really tripin' it will fix itself. Hopefully. But anyways I sorta got cool with a new girl, she's always been in my class but I never really talk or maybe any sort of gesture. Not that I wouldn't like to describe her and all of her characteristics its just she's a really down to earth chica. I'm happy with my life it couldn't be better.Maybe. I been having some of the craziest afternoons, like last night after the play at school. After chillin' Daniel, Carman and her suppa beautiful friend Amanda at the play. Me and my brother were walking to the light rail station to go home. We got to the light rail and we met up with a friend of ours Eddie and were just talking in cracking up sex related jokes and well it was around 9ish. We got on the light rail. Right way we already had a really big problem, some suppa drunk and loud and just mean looking "NORTEÑOs" got on with us and were just making problems with the people on the train. They weren't on for long but then...

This crazy-ass 40year old lady that's drunk and high is on who knows what just starts talking to us...just ask me tell you about it I can't write it down its just to much 

The "One Day" Plan

To buy that perfect bicycle and just ride for days.

No NINTENDO..

no pongan attención 

no tomen estas palabras por realidad

solo son palabras 

gracias

Situation

Before Reading: I'm not depressed, not on any sort of drug, not thinking about killing, cutting or applying any hurt to myself..I just had some time to think to myself.

So this is my situation at the moment, sorta. Just got back from Gilroy because it seems that my mom felt that we had to go visit our cousins and uncle, again. Don't get me wrong I love my family or at least the little that I know its just that we both grew up in completely different situations and well to me its not fair how my mom tells me that I need to start behaving my age. Which always gets me mad because I don't do anything. I've never really committed a crime in my life I haven't even gotten a light rail ticket! Not even petty theft. I'm pretty much a good kid, sorta. I've done somethings I'm not proud in front of some old friends as well as new ones but everyone will eventually do my do's. But, its just that my mom really has nothing to put against me, like she'll start telling me how I should start applying for a job and help her with the bills. I'M NOT EVEN OLD ENOUGH TO GET A JOB!! If I was old enough I probably would have done it already. You really don't know how badly I want to work. But anyways back to my trip to Gilroy. I get there and its not even 20 minutes into my visit when my cousin starts talking to me about how she heard from her mom that I was starting to go out like my older brothers and thats when I pretty much ignored everything she had to say to me. Only because I get annoyed how everyone in my family thinks because I'm not getting straight A's in school I'm a bad kid. They pretty much ignore the whole "I'm suppa good at sports" and "I draw very well." Like that can't some how help me in life?

She told me how she use to do that and it wasn't a good idea and I should try and do other productive things with me friends. Not really sure what else she said but its whatevs I know she cares enough about me to try and give me advice, only thing is its not the right time to be giving me that kinds of advice. Another thing, are my brothers, I "love" to death but they can just be to much sometimes. There all older than me and can pretty much just punk me around as they please I don't have the strength to fight back so I just have to take the blows. They can be really f@cked up at times especially when I ask them to do something for me but when its about them they expect me to be at there hand and foot. Pshh..they can pretty much go suck on a pickle. 

I guess my new plan for now until March is to find a job pretty much anywhere I at least earn more than 7$ I really don't care where as long as I can have my weekends back. I use to only have to work with my mom at her restaurant on Saturdays and have my Sunday free, but now my oldest brother convinced her to open on Sundays which is stupid because he doesn't even go and help her out plus business is really slow. I hate my situation right now and I can honestly say what takes my mind off this is pretty much muhh Skittle. It's been I think a year since the first time I sent her a message on myspace. And I guess, I just decided that what I feel towards my skittle is pretty much just "lust" I see no bright future for me and her. Although, I do still want her to be my coolio friend. She pretty much makes me smile every time I see her cute little face. Don't miss understand me now, if she does for some strange reason wants to try something out between us I have no problem with that. Its just that I'm kinda sorta in a weird way done with it. I feel bad for everything I've done to her... making her wait for 4 months... other shiiiitttt and anything else I did to hurt her. v__V

Oh back to the "job finding thing" I herd from a friend that they might be hiring at a Goodwill by where I live. Which hopefully I'll be able to check out on the day we come back from our break. I really would like to save up to buy a bicycle. I think that's the solution to my many dilemmas in my life up to this point. I mean if I had a bicycle right now I wouldn't have to ride the light rail back and forth to school and could save me a lot of money, as well I could have something to take my mind off these situations. I could go far distances and start getting a work out for this upcoming Track & Field season. 24 MORE DAY UNTIL SOCCER'S OVER!! I'm really excited. I know for a fact I'm not doing it next year, its a nice sport. But I just don't have the talent to compete with the other kids. I have the speed but that's pretty much it. I thank it though, for keeping me busy until Track & Field starts again. And, it improved the little skills I had. I will never forget the many memories it has giving me.

^___^

Life just keeps on going downhill, yet she makes life so much better...

^__^ no es verdad..

"Couldn't agree anymore than I already do. I can honestly say with out her I'd see no point in going on with myself, I have this slight hope that something will improve the relationship we have together. I'm patient, yet irritated and have less and less hope and am being slowly convinced by others to leave her and move on as much I don't want to I must because what I'm feeling towards her are turning into lust.. "

Hairy Candy

I'm for some reason sorta mad at myself at the moment. I've been told by more than one of my friends that I miss out on a lot from not reading blogs. To be honest I really thought no one cared. I guess I was why wrong. You can say that I have a habit of just posting my thoughts, at the moment, on this blog and leave it till the next time I have something to say or stumble upon an idea. Now that we have this four day weekend I am hopping to sit down and read more blogs that fellow pears of mine have written over course of school. However, so far the blogs that I have chosen to read first aren't the best ones, in my opinion, kinda made me mad sorta. It just showed me how people can change in a little more than a month's span. Which to me is funny in a way, because you can say that just about everyone is "bipolar"... at some point. Also there's a couple blogs are just way to dramatic like O_O yeah makes me do that. Then those that Y__Y just make me wanna cry... poquito. I really am not sure how to write what I "feel" in a blog anymore. I just want to draw everything out in a simple picture ._.

I think I'll right, or finish this blog after I read more blogs er something maybe I won't its whateva...

Proud Owner Of..

Track &Field

I don't understand it sometimes. Like I have some day were I actually tell my self, "why am I running, what's the point."But then I see someone run next to me or just running while I'm not then I'm like "Oh, right to be better than you." Sounds mean but thats one of the many reasons for why I am participating in Track & Filed this year. This year has been one very interesting year for me a lot of things have happen to me that I wound never imagine myself being involved in. Its whateva. 

-"I RUN WITH FORM, AND ON MY TOES."

^__^

Saturday anyone??!!

play this

then mute this



x__Xenjoy.

12:34:56am

"I'm not crazy your just to normal to understand meeeee!!!!

I can't sleep...

My mind is filled with possible art projects. Not small scale but in a large city scale. excuse me for the misspelling or all the bad punctuation its just that I feel like i'm running out of time. I can't type as fast as my thoughts are developing its scary in a way yet incredible in another. I hope I'm making sense if not I apologize. One of the many things that I am going to to is tomorrow after mY assigned AIM at school to go to michaels arts and cratfs store and buy gold paint and bring my brown jacket I have at school and paint that shit up!! make it intense yet childish. nothing fancy no stencils or pre-plans just my hands, jaket and paint. Ahhh!! @__@

I can already picture myself doing it a million times and then wednesday taking it to school or maybe tuesday not sure. Another brilliant plan of mine it to vandalise just about everything that has a writable surface with my new blue sharpie ^__^ "kreativityKanKill" it will say. So if you find it somewhere you already know who done it. Motha-F@cka I'm Illl literally. I'm wearing red tomorro and probably spending the day by myself and further develope my plans picture myself as an outcast and see what inspires me. A while back ago I had the urge to lace up my CrossCountry Shoes and give 'em a spin from north S.J. to the nice and fany S.S.S.J?

but I can't find my shoes I think thats a good thing because I'd probably just crash as soon as i get to a park er something. One day i'll do that. I'm really high or "KrEAtivITY" and it aint letting me go to bed not that I want to just that it be nice if it occured to me when it was daylight. 

AHHH!!!

 .____. I need to wake up already if that makes any sense 

so i can go get that jacket and get my stash of money in an abandon locker

hahahhaha..it better be there?

Ohh.. one more thing I'll be making a painting s oon to express my thoughts on this years "happenings" so far..lol

and still trying to figure out who I'm gonna give it to..maybe It wont me a someone but just post in at school 

x__X "kreativitykankill"

*KreativityKanKill

Before I begin to write this blog for Mr. Thompson I must say..
I only wrote what I did because I feel as though if I was to write my full story it would be forever be lost and would only be told here and that's not how I role motha-f@cka. Its just like my art constantly changing. Maybe I'll add something new to it or forget a little detail that changes the whole piece.


IT WENT SORTA LIKE THIS...
The summer was coming to a gradual end. The day seem shorter and the nights seemed longer.It was 1997 I just turned 4 years old and could use the potty all by myself and pour cereal in a bowl with minimal spilling, I was growing up and the time finally came for me to begin my quest for learning.

The first day of preschool are a blur and most of my memories have been erased but I have few that I still hold dear to me.I can recall "the love of my life" wearing this little black Inca hat with a white horizontal stripe in the middle of it. Brown and gold llamas on that snowy strip and at the end of its tassel was a little wood carving of what seem to be a llama sticking its tongue out at you. This flimsy little hat did little to protect me from her long radiant gold hair that would on occasion turn blinding in the sun's light. She wasn't Peruvian, if that's what your wondering, she was beyond compare, a little white girl with rosy cheeks and a pair of big beautiful light green eyes. A little taller than me but it didn't bother me. Cute as a button and I loved her. Or at least that's what I would tell myself every morning before school and on one occasion told her. I really can't remember so well what type of clothes she'd wear but I know for a fact it never matched with her silly little llama hat. It was about a month before we sort of developed this, I hate you but then I have a crush on you, relationship.

There wasn't a day that passed that I didn't make fun of her hat. She wore it everyday I was surprised how clean she kept that thing. On some occasions I'd think of her as my Inca Princes and we'd play "castle." and I would do my best to rescue her from the evil llama. Our game “castle” was a mixture of Pokémon and evil llamas, I’d use my imaginary army of Pokémon to defeat the mean and cruel llamas of Grant Elementary' play ground and get the prize of walking the lovely Inca Princes to class. My crazy and childish imagination always could bring out a laugh or smile from her. In class it was pretty much the same story we didn’t care how much we’d get teased by the other kids. All we cared about was having fun and enjoy the time we had with each other. We'd spend ours together just looking up at the sky and asking each other about our daily lives. She didn't tell me much about her self only that she lived with her dad and had and older brother whom she really loved.





I'm not quite sure what it was about her that made me so attached. I have days that I try and solve this great dilemma of mine, on why I fancied so much my preschool crush. I guess it was just that, she was the first girl that I ever liked and could just be myself around her, with out having to worry what she thought of me. My "love" for this girl was short lived because she ended up moving the following year.

<3

I'm not really sure what "love" is, pretty sure this wasn't it.

Childish-ness-nicity?

I'm sorry no more of that

^___^

Mr. Thompson's inspiration is...

that little doggy right there↑

♥ Alice♥

TRIPY!!


Thank you Matthew ._.