This would be nice; 1975 Mustang Cobra.

Some Days In Words.

Starting with Wednesday:
Waited around my house for millions of hours while the cable man and my dad fixed my house. Drilled holes and stuff into the house 'cause it's so old. We now have cable and Internet. Then went to Sylmar to clean out the old house. Picked up Kia 'cause I haven't seen her in aaages, she helped. Well not really, sat there and talked ha. Decided to go to Target to shop before my trip and experienced the most ridiculous traffic EVER. Did the loddi daa through the store and left. Went to her house, watched an episode of Tough Love and left. Got home and Marci came. Went to some queer boy's kickback and saw many random people. Murder everyone in beer pong. It works when I throw and she drinks. Nicknamed Candace Parker lol, my shot is niiice. "Get 'em." Anyway, had to rush home all quick like 'cause my mom thought I was lying. She found a men's jacket and thought I had someone over the house. Got all the way home and come to find out it was my dad's from earlier that day -_-. Too pissed 'cause my night was virtually over at that point. Marci left me for her girlfriend and I was left to pack.


Thursday:
Up at 7:53; Thanksgiving texts. Got about 5890 messages that day all saying the same thing -_-. Finished packing while watching Like Mike. Went to Grandpa Fred's and I must say this was the lamest Thanksgiving ever. I was annoyed, hungry and bothered all day. Left as soon as possible to get home to leave for Seattle (where I am now). Went to Los Angeles to pick up the children from their father and caught up with those cousins a bit... Off to LAX. First and foremost, I hate airports. Getting through security is stupid, especially when Loyola High School's graduating class of 2006 works the frisking section -_-. I'm 5'4 and 123 lbs, I promise my phone with Shannon Brown on the background is not harboring any killer killer conspiracies. And I'm sure the jeans I'm wearing don't have lethal weapon in them. Mhm, harassed at LAX. Got on the plane and realized I left my iPod in my car. Ruined the whole night for me. Blah blah, fasten your seat belts, blaah. I'm in a different state.


Friday:
Black Friday, to be exact. Annoyed times 32. Only got two pairs of pants(.. but we're going shopping tomorrow at the super mall or something). All me and mother do is argue and my stomach can only take so much. Case in point: I wanted an ice cream cone but 'cause it costed $4.99 and it was 46 degrees out I was told no. I'm a big girl so I was ok w/ that. But my mother had to throw in a "now she has an attitude," I went off. So this then looked like I was having a temper tantrum about not getting ice cream, when actually I was pissed about being disrespected. In the end I wanted to go home and go to bed. Well this was after about 9 other arguments. Uh then went to the grocery store, a huge grocery store, more arguments. Went to bed real early, like 9 something.


Saturday:
That's today. Went to this whack church and we were super late so we were only there for like 17 minutes. Uh there are nooo black people out here, not happy. Minority on a different level -_-. Came home and cooked dinnaa. Mashed potatoes, macaroni and cheese, and the turkey was all made by me. Mhm gutted and seasoned a turkey. Grossness. As of right now, I need a nap. Food will be ready in about an hour or so.


I get to use the D300 and be merry. That's the only thing that's keeping me sane. Now all I need is for it to snow. Disappointed, annoyed, and all of the above.

HAPPY THANKSGIVING !
Going to Seattle tonight, until Monday. Have a great day & weekend (:

SHE'S obviously in charge.

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“ Because sometimes you have something you need to say but you can’t because the words won’t come out or you get scared or you feel stupid, so if you could write a song and sing it then you could say what you need to say and it would be beautiful. And people would listen and you wouldn’t make a complete idiot out of yourself, but all of us can’t be songwriters so some of us will never be able to say what we’re thinking or what we want other people to know what we’re thinking… so we’ll never get the chance to make things right again ever." — Gilmore Girls


EXACTLY !

Everytime I need something I can't find it. Everytime I need someone they can't help. Everytime I need to do something it won't get done. Everytime I try I can't.

I need to lean on something stronger. I need to stand up & walk. More or less, have a comeback.

The End.

I have way too much sense for people. I have way too much common knowledge. I way too much logic. I have way too much consideration for other people. And I have way too much to do to keep dwelling on one thing. I comfort way too many issues. I contain too much anger. I give too much help. And I really have too much hope. I need to be comforted, and such. I obviously will only find this within myself.

This is my problem: I care while nobody else does. I wish I weren't a female. I just know that everything would be so much easier if my genitals hung down a little bit. This is the very last time its gna be a "Fuck Mariah." The last people I would think that would stop caring, have. I'm too tired.I don't completely give up because I think that if I care, something will happen. Too much of what I believe in is brought to shambles. This is why no one seems to know me: my heart has and will never be on my sleeve. I don't want to talk to anyone about my feelings cause the last people I thought that would stop caring, have. Those are the people I'd probably tell. I, personally, can only give/ take so much. My days are way too long for mental capacity. There aren't enough hours in a day to get anything done, but there's plenty of time for drama to arise.

Original. Done Up.

That's me in the lens (:

I want brown hair again.

Quickly.

I've quickly learned how to end a conversation. One that was going somewhere it definitely didn't need to go. The ones that start with, "how are you and HIM doing ?" Don't even ask how I am doing, just jump all into my business. I've quickly learned how to differ my procrastination. Turned it into patience, doing something productive. Something like sleep, I don't ever get enough of that. I've quickly learned turn to calm down. Well not all the way, I'm still high strung without any relaxation. I've quickly learned to give up. On simple things of course, and focus on the bigger things. Like move on type thing.

" You'd be surprised to know how much I don't care anymore."

Cynthia & Daniela (:

LEFT MY CAMERA AT SCHOOL -_-

I WAS ALL EXCITED TO POST PICTURES 'CAUSE I HAVEN'T USED

MY CAMERA IN FOREVER...

>:0, THIS FACE, BUT MUCH MEANER, 'TIL I GET OVER MYSELF.

Good music makes my heart hurt. It tugs at my inner being and makes me close my eyes. Lauryn Hill makes me want to cry, for real. Her vocals, her guitar solos, and her stories. I really can't take it sometimes. If D' Angelo had another album produced, I'd purchase it and make myself sick of it. The organ in 'Brown Sugar', the solid beat of 'Lady', and harmony of 'How Does It Feel', make me want to be a musician of some kind. For some reason Amy Winehouse's range not only amazes me but excites me. Her sound is almost New Orleans Jazz era with the far from subtle hint of R&B. The purest voice I've ever heard is that of Amel Larrieux. The pitch is perfect, never screaming or moaning. The melody she creates from falsetto to alto kills me on every song.

Anthony Hamilton, Jamie Foxx, Maxwell, Eric Benet, Erykah Badu, Aaliyah, Corinne Bailey Rae, Luther Vandross, Musiq Teena Marie and John Legend all do the same thing to me. Notice the lack of females on this list. Most female vocalists don't know what to do with voices and ruin music. I will not discredit the originators such as Billie Holiday, Etta James, and Minnie Ripperton for they will always make my heart flutter. Trust I did not name all my favorites, I have way too many.

R&B music, real R&B music creates some kind of hypnosis on my mind ha and "takes me away." Soul and Blues do the same.

k, i'm done for now.

They knew, my life in a nut shell. You know, if I don't something about it ha. Like go to college or something.

beautiful.

Quick Facts

Basketball starts tomorrow (:

My mom will be out of town for this 3 day weekend, starting tomorrow night. Let's go !

Volleyball was thee dumbest thing I've ever been apart of.

I got a 32/34 on one Stats test and a 9/9 on a quiz.

I take the SATs again on Saturday.

"A Man For All Seasons" is a really good book. Sir Thomas Moor is a thug.

There are 204 days left of high school.

I don't wish to socialize anymore.

Making a trip to the beach on Monday, hopefully.

I need to take more pictures.

Winter Formal will be great this year. So will PROM.

I've given up.

Mm, goodnight.

Makes my heart hurt sooo bad. I'm really losing faith in humanity "/

Gooogle starts my day (:

My little cousin/sister, don't know what to call her anymore, told me about this yesterday. I don't know how old it is or how late I am, but I died. She's 6 and knows too much lol.

Its 2:06am and I'm stuck on the 405. Just sitting here. Apparently there's an accident up at Ventura and isn't projected to be cleared up til 2:26am -_-. Got Saida's sidekick plugged up for music, yeeea imagine my face. All I want right now is a 87 cent ice cream come from McDonalds, but no, I get to sit here. I want to eat that ice cream cone & go to sleep. But no, its currently 2:09 and I can't go anywhere. Not to mention my car stinks ridiculously cause of rena's "issues" last night (meaning, october 31st, last night) -_- kinda tragic that I'm posting a blog at this horrific moment in someones life, mm imagine my face. The police piss me off more than anything. They roll pass in the shoulders on the loudspeaker talking about, "stay in your vehicles, stay calm". IMAGINE MY FACE ! Why in the hell would I be getting out right now ? Its probably 4degrees Celsius out at 2:12 am and they wna demand I stay in my car. Thank you Law Inforcement, you've bettered my night. Let me take that back, you little mexican kids to the left of me running around the minivan, you've made it all the better.