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 ._.