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.