yo, bro.

Okay, so there is another aspect of my live that I feel has warranted the need for me to address.
That subject would be "bros".
For those few blessed people that do not know what a bro is, allow me to enlighten you.

The first qualification of a bro is the backward hat.
Bros find the need to buy hats that they subsequently turn backward, a very important process, you know so they can protect their necks from burning...

The second step to broism, a word I use constantly use but doesn't really exist, is to put their sunglasses on the BACK of their heads. For some un-godly reason they find that super cool and accessible. But, hello, unless you have eyes on the back of your head that need UV protection put them in their proper place. That annoys me to no extent.

Thirdly (is that a word?) bros have their own vocabulary that manage to manifest themselves in every sentence the bro speaks. The words include, but are not limited to, "bro", "yo", "sick", "dude", "man", "sup" etc..

EXAMPLE of bro conversation:
"sup bro, how was your night."
"dude, it was so sick, you have no idea."
"ah man, did you score?"
"nah bro, but i totally bought new sunglasses that fit the back of my head perfectly"
"yooo,I so need to see those, bro"

Anyway, I guess you can see I have a completely biased opinion of "bros" and if you fit this mold in any way, I'm sure your a great person, but you'd probably annoy me until I got to know you.
hmm that sounds bad, well I guess that's why it's my blog :)

Dear John.

Dear John, you were a complete disappointment.

That would my letter to John in its entirety.

Just warning you right now, I will be complaining in this blog post, so if you are a "people in africa have it worse than you, stop complaining" person, then stop reading now because this is my blog. not yours.

So I have been trying to write a new post for such a long time, because its been a month since my last one but I could not think of a topic!
I had a lot of good suggestions but nothing really sparked my interest until tonight. When the credits to the most disappointing movie ever, Dear John (for those of you who didn't get the pun at the beginning), began to roll.

At that moment I decided to be a movie critic for the amount of time that it takes me to write a blog post. oh I guess I should put a disclaimer about ruining the plot for those lucky enough to have never tortured yourself with this movie. So
WARNING THIS IS A SPOILER BLOG POST ( I learned the word spoiler while looking up everything HP)

ANYWAY. Throughout the whole 104 minutes of the movie I checked the back of the box to see how long it was multiple times and each time I was shocked that it didn't say eternity. I can honestly say that I felt as though I wasted my life watching that movie. Not even in the exaggerated, metaphorical way that people usually say. But seriously. I will never get those moments back, ever.

Okay so while I as watching, all I kept thinking was that John was going to die, and that dramatic ending would make the slow and boring plot worth my time.
but then: HE DIDNT EVEN DIE. his coin-obsessed, thats right COIN OBSESSED, father did.
The father, that literally said 5 words throughout the movie, none of which included something other than coins, dying was the most dramatic part of the whole entire movie. And it wasn't even sudden or surprising, like he looked like he was teetering on the edge of life for the entire movie.

They actually teased you in the movie because John gets shot a little more than half way through. But then he survives. I just kept thinking he was going to be killed and he never was. It was so anti-climatic..

Ohand they didn't even end up getting married or having a child or anything.
All he did was grow a goatee and ride his bike to a cafe, where he may or may not have been meeting the girl. I don't even remember the girls name.

anywayy if you take anything from this post, I hope it's that you never ever watch that movie. It's boring, and no one important croaks.

Internal Suspension

THIS BLOG ENTRY WAS ACTUALLY WRITTEN DURING MY STINT IN INTERNAL DETENTION:
please enjoy.

I cannot believe that I, out of all the drug dealers, whores and pot-heads in my school, am sitting in internal suspension. I am the girl that does extra credit in order to maintain a 106% average in health. ya that's me.

I do not know what it is about this year but I got my first detention, IS, and a referral all in the same semester. Maybe I am making up for 13 years of perfect behavior and teacher approval. who knows. All I am sure of is that I will never skip another class for the rest of my high school career. The whole 13 days of it.

Of course, me being the freak that I am, asked if this would affect my college acceptance, like if they would rescind my admission. The security guard, perched on his golf-cart laughed in response.
Okay, so maybe I was being a bit mellow dramatic but my face definitely changed ethnicity's when the guard walked in on my 2 friends and I skipping class. I went from a golden Cuban, to a white piece of loose-leaf paper. I was stumbling over my words and had no idea what to do, it was beyond horrible and super humiliating

So I just got back from the office of who I can only assume is the behavior specialist of our school. We all sat down shaking , well 2 of us were shaking, the other a cool and stronger girl was mouthing "soooo gay" to us. The first thing that came out of the "specialists" mouth was "you know that were going to have to arrest you now right?" Just like that. He didn't even glance up from his keyboard.
I seriously had a stroke. I did the arm test and everything. Mr. Specialist then went on to laugh as I allowed myself to breath.
The friend to my right looked as though a Dementor had sucked out his soul in one fluid motion and our more confident friend gasped "wooooow" in between a fit of laughter.

The rest of the meeting is a blur, all I remember is nervous laughter and us trying to make ourselves look as nerdy as possible. Looking back at that meeting that occurred 20 minutes ago, it was quite humorous.

So now here I sit, in a gross portable with a crying kid that refused to remove his hood and then mysteriously disappeared, another who asked for his one phone call. Seriously. My friend who is silently killing himself and the other who is calm reading a book. And I am writing this on a piece of paper, excited to share my traumatic experience with my 6 whole readers. FREEZING to death, because I think they lower the air as a torture device. Not because it's 95 degrees outside.


Anyway my hand is about to fall off. Hope you enjoy my misfortune.

Talent, or lack there of.

Wow, so it's been a really long time since I've written anything on here.

I mean I have like 2 readers, so I know it's not national news.

Let me start by saying that I hate people. Like a lot.
I don't understand how people can be so dumb, immature, selfish and annoying all in one.
If you screwed someone over MULTIPLE times, then you don't deserve to have them as friends. and nothing you post on FB, cry about, smile over, or say can change that.
ughjangjsngjsnagan/angjsa;ng

ANYWAY...

Today I was thinking about my talents. Or lack there of.
I mean all my friends are pretty talented in SOMETHING. I have nothing, and I do not know what to do. I wasn't born with anything special about me, and that is super sad. ---- alliteration :)
I am going to make it a goal of mine this year to find out what my God-given (or whoever you believe in) talent is. So let us explore the things I am not gifted in..

I have learned to carry a tune and find a pitch, but I'm not an extremely talented singer.
When I dance, people laugh. Every time. Seriously.
I cannot draw a mural of myself. Not even in stick figure version.
I can't cook a decent meal. Hell who am I kidding, I can barely boil a pot of water.
My ability to act consists of composing myself when I really want to punch someone in the face. Which is actually a frequent occurrence.

UMMMM thats all I can think of right now.
and I know this blog sucks, but it is wayyyyy past my bedtime. GOODNIGHT.

this deaf world

Okay so there is a global issue the I feel has warranted the need for me to address.

and that issue would be Miley Cyrus, or Hannah Montana, whatever that bi-polar tween superstar wants to be called now-a-days.

I mean seriously, I find it so preposterous that she has SO much money for being such a mediocure actor and suicide inducing singer. I know that there are a lot of girls my age that hate her because it's the cool thing to do, but I honestly have a passionate disliking towards the praise she gets.
I mean don't get me wrong, I "party in the usa" like the best of them but there are so many other talented people playing their guitar on the side of the street who aren't fortunate enough to have a famous daddy that can get them on Disney Channel.

I'm surfacing this issue because I just saw Miley/Hannah preform on American Idol, and the contestants are SO much better than her. It's just not fair, and I do not understand.

How are we willing to pay 15dollars for HER c.d., 75dollars for HER concert ticket and 20dollars for a lunch-box with her FACE on it but when that really sad commercial for the poor abused animals with sarah mclachlan comes on we change the channel and call it a scam.
like, seriously?

I just do not understand world. I don't understand.
But I suppose that's just my own opinion and if I had more than one reader I would get disapproving comments but I don't so there for I am right.

I love blogging :)

school

I am ready to graduate high school.
like now. please.

I am sitting in a Music Tech class because I needed a PE credit. and my tennis teacher, eager to please, was kind enough to let me come into this class and receive a PE credit because I "plan to continue studying music".
Which is code for there is no way in hell that I am going to change my clothes everyday and sweat my ass off chasing a ball around a court so that I can GRADUATE HIGH SCHOOL.
how one does with other, I have no idea.

I do not need to know how to hit a ball with a racket in order to be adequately prepared for a higher education. PE is most definitely an outdated, unnecessary concept that needs to be reevaluated. If only someone would listen to us teenagers

*There is a kid in front of me who is known in school for his his hilarious personality and adequate 'scremo' ability actually a really sweet kid, who is CHOMPING and SLURPING on god knows what. and its really irritating me, but of course I'll stay quiet and pretend that he is not masticating an animal right in front of me.*

anyway back to school, and its fossilized classes and theories.
We are forced to take a language course, a computer course, PE, Health and so on.

First off, if I don't want to learn to speak a foreign language I shouldn't be forced to. and if you are going to force us than it should be more than two courses. Because seriously how far am I going to get in life by knowing how to say that I am tall and have brown hair in broken Spanglish. I'll tell you, just as far as I would have gotten had I not taken the stupid class.

Secondly being forced to take a computers class in this day of age is even more of a waste of time. My generation can run circles around those that teach us, making it almost impossible to respect the teachers that swear we don't know how to write business letters. we do.

AND LASTLY: health.

I know about STD's. hell the kids to my left and right have probably had them all and can recommend the most aggressive and productive treatment.
And you can tell us to "eat healthy" and "exercise daily" but find me a teenager who will pick carrots and a treadmill over brownies and Facebook. you wont.

SO I guess what I am sayng is that many aspects of high school are big waste of time and I am ready to graduate.
In my own opinion of course.

+ i can check two more things off of my checklist.
I went camping. in my friends backyard. It was so much fun actually, we didn't have to use recreational drugs or sip on any grey goose, we had good, traditional, cute fun :D

and the second was surprise someone with my intelligence, a friend read my blog (!) and was impressed by my writing ability. thanksss for reading :)

a typical friday night in this "city"

So here I am sitting on my friend Julia's huge ass computer, wondering what in the hell I am doing with my life.

I am 18 years old, cheering on a game of beer pong.

While some of my fellow peers are fighting for our freedom in an unnecessary war. In my own opinion of course.

So what can I do as a teenager who's voice is usually hushed or ignored?

Can I make a moving song? Lead an inspirational seminar?

NO, because nobody would listen. and that's okay.

I have learned to accept my role in society. I am a teenager, whose point of view has no impact on the world, and that's okay. I suppose.

Although sometimes I question whether the people we are taught to listen to, follow and advocate for are really in the same boat as me....

are they wondering whether anyone listens? are they secretly hoping not to be judged? or are they pulling bull-shit out of their butts...

I really do not know, but I have learned to move along, and not ask questions. Those that ponder and question the unknown never end up happy...

So now at this present moment I am counting down the days until I am free from the protective glares of my mother. I want to get "crunk" every night, and not worry about making up excuses to placate my mom. And that is what is expected of me. and I guess that's okay.

I will continue to do what others think I should, for now.

I will not question authority, because it never turns out positively, for now.

But one day I WILL stand up for what I believe in, and conquer the world.

Until then I will be content with the 8 people that have read my blog and try to understand what in the hell I am ranting about...

THANKS Y'ALL <333