I have them on three occasions this quarter. I seriously thought I wasn’t going to be able to get my ass out of bed and go to class since the earliest classes I’ve had all year have started at 10. But who woulda known that it was gonna be this easy for me to get up, get ready and go? That class is pretty interesting too. It’s called California’s Cornucopia and it’s a botany class that talks about all types of fruit plants that we daily consume..and although that lady is a very fast talker, she’s a cool, sweet and knowledgeable professor. I think ima do well in that class :)
Now I just have to figure out where to get money to purchase the books and get my ass reading..although I still think it’s rather redundant to require three novels worth of reading for a SCIENCE class! Ehh, ohh well :)
I was either two or three..idk maybe four? I still lived in my old house, and my friend Alejandro lived across the street from me. I remember coming out one afternoon to stand next to my dad. He was standing in front of my house talking to Alejandro’s dad. Alejandro was also by his dad’s side and he was holding his Ernie doll. LOL. It’s just a snapshot in my brain now. Crazy how much time has passed..it feels like it just happened..
I’ve always suffered from the lack of freedom. Growing up, I was never allowed to go out with friends, and when I did finally get to go out, I was only to be allowed out for a max of 2 hours sometimes. It sucked having the over protective parents and being known as the girl who wasn’t allowed to grow up.. People pitied me and felt sorry for me, it was the worst. I guess at one point I just got used to it and it was like whatever..I got a job and found things to keep me busy, then my excuse became: I have to work, and it wasn’t so bad. Nowadays they’re kinda better, but not really. It sucks being restricted all the time. I come home wanting to hang out and be trusted by my parents. But they start to bitch. It really pisses me off. I await the weekends so I could come home and see those I love, but the moment I step foot in my parent’s house, I remember why it is that I like being in Riverside so much. I am flipping over age goshdarnit, I think I deserve the freedom to do as I please by now..
Well, I’m not really in an elaborative writing mood, so I’ll just keep it quick and simple. I want to visit Rome, especially its beaches. I’d like to go back to Cabo someday too, and visit Hawaii and Fiji in the future. As for living, I think Northern Cali, maybe Oregon or Washington, close to the beach in the mountains will do :)
Hmm, first kiss.. I was fifteen, and it was nothing special, just a peck on the lips. He was my first boyfriend, we lasted three months during my freshman year in high school, but I mean in the long run neither the kiss, nor the relationship meant much to me. He was a nice guy though, and he liked me more than I did him..sad to say I broke his heart.. :/ Astoundingly enough, we’re friends now..lol.
First love.. For a while I thought my first love was this guy who was older than me, but we never even had a relationship, I was just infatuated by him and I liked him from far away, so it became clear to me that it wasn’t him. But my first love happened during my junior and senior years of high school. He was real nice, and had been my best friend since 8th grade. He was good looking I guess, and a soccer player, a musician, a poet, idk plenty of things. I loved him and seriously thought he might have been the one. I think he felt the same about me, but at one point, his feelings for me changed and he began to pursue other girls. I saw him change before my own eyes. The guy I knew and that been my best friend for pretty much ever was no longer there. Instead, there was a pompous, big-headed boy, who put me down more than he ever made me feel beautiful & who liked to chase after other girls. He broke up with me over a phone call, and it broke my heart, I would come home after school and cry for almost three months. I always said I would never shed a tear for a boy, but I didn’t count on being treated and having my heart shattered in that way. We had always said that we would still be friends if we broke up, but I didn’t plan on it happening the way it did, so I broke ALL ties with him. I hate seeing him..he just hurt me that much. Ultimately, I forgave, but I will never forget.
Spring Break day, listening to Taylor Swift & snuggling in mah room. I figured it would be sunny back home, but the world was thrown off balance for this week and it’s now supa cold and gloomy outside. I love the cold, but for some reason, not today..especially since I left most of my coats back in Riverside. Oh well, here’s hoping that I make the best of it, after all, having a week with no school is pretty darn amazing as it is anyway.
I hope that it’s serene and that I’m successful. A married professional woman, with three kids, just living life in a cozy little house with those I love. Happily ever after, that’s the only thing I wish for in my future.
You still had happy memories and you’re always going to miss them. Don’t try to replace him cause you won’t. Just get through each day and eventually it will get better. I promise. Eventually someone will come into your life and whether or not you realize it, they are going to be something special…
I think a moment that I felt satisfied with my life was on June 7th, 2010..when I graduated high school. I made it into honors, not the top, but close enough, as well as other ribbons and medals which adorned my neck. I graduated 14th in a class of 98, not a big deal really..but it made me proud to be graduating. My parents were really happy and them, as long as my friends showered me with balloons and gifts. I took picture, after picture and felt like a celebrity. It was as if the rest of my life was unfolding and I was headed towards a great future..I couldn’t wait to leave high school and all its drama behind. I loved that day and will never forget the feeling of satisfaction I felt!
I feel like shit.. I lost my ID card yet again, after I just bought one yesterday. Now I can’t fucking focus on studying for my anthro final tomorrow. My mind keeps telling me how stupid I am. Each one of those is $20. I get no financial support from my parents, so I basically go to work and am bored all day..bust my ass so I can pay for my own stupidities. I have a problem, a serious problem. It’s called short-term memory loss, I realized this today. I don’t even remember when was the last time I saw the stupid thing..and pretty soon ima forget what the hell my name is. I have gone through three, including the first one I got. $60 fucking dollars on a piece of plastic which the school uses to identify me, and I lost em all. I’m either the stupidest person ever, or I just have real bad karma. Whatever it is, I hope God is just trying to teach me a lesson and someone finds it and turns it in for me. My heart hurts..I fail as a human being.
I’m a Sagittarius. I’ve read so many different things that are supposed to be true about sags, but the one that I know is very true is the fact that I’m optimistic. I mean I know I haven’t gone through hell in my life, but I sure had some rough patches that were hard to get through..and I always manage to find the upside to the situation. For me, the cup is always half full. I guess I’m supposed to be creative too, well I don’t know about all that..I sure try, but it just isn’t always true. I’m independent. Hell to the yeah! I have been for a while, and do not intend to go back. I don’t like relying on other people. I abhor group projects..there’s something about having my grade rely on the work of other people that makes me iffy. I don’t like taking money or gifts from other people, including my parents. I feel that if I need something, I’ll get it myself. I’ll earn my own money, save up if necessary, and work towards attaining what I want. Like I said before, I’m not a bad kid, but I sure as hell don’t like being constricted and limited. It says also that if get bored, I get up and just don’t stick around. Pretty much this has to do with the fact that I’m very impatient and anxious. I hate waiting in lines..and big crowds. It’s like I either walk up to the front, or I just don’t wait at all. I love Disneyland and all, but I have never been on the ride “It’s a small world” because the line is always like 4 hours long! SOO, believing in zodiacs is against my religion and beliefs and what not, but from what I have read and researched about mine, I guess my zodiac is pretty darn fit for me.
I’m the first-born daughter in a traditional Mexican household. In the 7th grade. I was a kid, I realize this. But well, as I have been saying forever, I grew up in a very over protective family. My mother would never let me go out with friends, to a party, to a school dance, let alone school functions. When I’d see my friends doing all these things and just having lots of fun, it made me feel like I got stuck with the worst parents ever. I wanted to get their attention and make a point..if they didn’t change and loosen their grasp on me a bit, then they were going to loose me forever. All I did was think about things I could have done to end my life, I think I would have been too afraid to try anything. My parents found out about this, I can’t member how and they talked to me for a good 4 hours into the night. It all stopped there.
I haven’t thought about killing myself ever again. My parents haven’t changed. The entire time I was in high school I probably went out with friends a total of 20-25 times, for two hours at a time. It sucks, being the party pooper and having the parent that thinks that dancing close with a guy makes you an automatic slut. Flipping stupid if you ask me. I’m 19 and in college now, and during the week I live on my own. I do my own thing, but I stay away from drinking and partying. I’m not a bad kid, all I wanted was to go out and chill with friends, not go out and have sex with a bunch of guys. When I go home on the weekends she’s the same. I’m never allowed to go out with friends basically, and when I go out with my boyfriend, it’s only for like two to three hours. It’s exasperating really. But I just think that my life is good in other ways, it’s worth living. Eventually I’ll get out of this situation with my parents and it will be alright. No need to commit suicide to make a point.
I have grown up in a religious family. Every time somebody does something, it’s always “God first.” I was taught that God is the sole purpose of everything and that you should trust him. That it’s a sin to have premarital sex, and because of my mom being somewhat of an extremist, a guy can only so much as hold your hand. But well, I have modified my own rules. I have been Catholic since the day I was born, and at one point I became very spiritual and loved going to church. I didn’t see how anybody could not love going to church and find truth in the Word of God. This was between the ages of 15 until last summer, so I guess just recently.. What changed? I guess I did. I still love my God, He is my everything, my faith is my drive everyday. But since I started college, I guess I just don’t have the same devotion I used to have. I no longer pray every night, only when I need something. Selfish right? I go to mass every Sunday, and walk out now knowing what the Scripture was about ..unlike before..before, I would feel enlightened. I’m still in touch with my faith, it’s still the basis of my morals and my life, but as for my religion, I have strayed away from it a bit.
For others, I think it helps them find meaning in life and in what they do. It brings others peace and serenity. Whether it’s Buddhism, or some form of Christianity..it’s the person’s choice. I feel that as long as it’s not some sort of sorcery or witchcraft, I’m all of supporting the freedom of religion.