So the song goes.

FDR once said that the only thing to fear was fear itself. Rodney King asked if we all could get along and now we have The Killers asking, 'are we human, or are we dancers?' The answer, it's all up to you. Hunter S. Thompson is very quotable, I have to say. His words have been circling my head for many days now. He came up with the quote in the first place. I am extremely tired though, and I have a few more things to do before I actually put the computer down. I will write more later. Of course, but then again, Im only human, right?

There is something

in the air.


Life lately is grim, no one cares about anything anymore. There is little love. And teachers have given up, alongside family. I wish I could say everthing was pleasent, that there were people to talk to..who understood. Science, and Lunch, their probibly the only ones I look forward too. Health is nice, It's quiet so no one bothers me. Im In Fashion, poor Mr. Austin, he has no idea how much he gets under my skin.

Later.

Dearest Kris.

Kris Marceano, he was a friend of many, and even though I didnt know him personally, his death has affected me. I am terribly sorry to those suffering. You were important to many people, and you would surely have been an amazing person as you grew older and matured. I send my sympathy.

Cheeky, cheeky.

I dont understand how rude people can be. Its like a disease, they no longer have any respect for anyone. I've been called everyname in the book, I guess thats fine with me, I honestly dont care, but what gets me is why you would do that, in turn, to yourself. The world has become something that Im not personally proud of. And now im being pulled out to do a worksheet. Shows you how much time I have to myself....More later.

Dresses I die for.

Migraine

Another day? yes.

Yesterday I had the worst headache in the world. I trudged my way through school and crashed when I got home. I hate to admit it but I bawled my eyes out. I took a couple Advil and went to bed at 8:30. I dont think I've ever gone to bed that early. Mr. Austin is lecturing again.

Write more later, of course.

Seven years and One day.

Its been 7 years and one day since the 9-11 attacks.
It scares me. I was 7 years old when it happened. I remeber telling my dad that the government shouldnt be mad at the planes because they probibly lost conrtol of the planes. I didnt know any better.
To those who died and their loved ones, I am terribly sorry.

Live well.

Mother, Mother.

Happy birthday mother!







It's your day, go out & celebrate!
I love you more than anything, and I'll see you late today.
-Your loving daughter.

Reverie

The condition of being so lost in solitary thought as to be unaware of one's surroundings.


I have been getting trapped lately, reverie, reverie, reverie when will it stop.
Im in class right now, and it wont go away. I vistied my favorie website in the world today, what a refresher. Rob Dobi is the man, no lie. My class really isnt that bad, Fashion Merchandising. I am supposed to be working on this slideshow right now, but I really don't care, I can finish it later. Today is friday, thankgod. I need the break. I havent gotten more than five hours of sleep this week or last, it kinda sucks. At least I can listen to my iPod at school, it is actually quite nice. Lufkin was kinda stupid. We couldnt wear anything other than turtle necks and floor-length skirts. I am joking of course, but still, get real people. Apex is wayy better. I think Im getting used to this. Reverie, reverie, reverie. Getting trapped again, but hell, it is fun to type.

A summer to remember.

Im offically back from my trip to Mexico. I miss everyone there so much. I told them, it truly is my second family. I cant believe how fast it went by, I guess its true, the more fun you have the faster it goes by. This was the best trip ive ever taken, by far. If I have learned anything on my journey it was to never hold back and live life with open arms. Two hundred seventy-one pictures, Four cities, Twenty-five total hours of driving, and One summer love. Ive never cried more than I did on my way to the airport. I had more laughs and more memories than ever before. I love everyone there, I miss it like crazy. In conclusin, I have to say thank you to those who made it possible. Mom & dad, Alenka, Eric, Mami Ely, Little Eric, Andres, Loriena, Louis, Deanna, Monika, Andrea, Little Monika, Victor, Diego, Tede, Raymundo, Pablo, and Little Raymundo.

You all mean the world to me.
Te quiero mucho.