Jaden.

I'm not one to trip on attractive boy celebs.... at least mot publicly.
But this guys mixed tape has been the sound track to my life since I got it.
Plus I just have a thing for boys who have names that start with the same letter as mine.




Just go here, and click the album cover. Its free, and very good.

P. S. Jaden Holla at your girl.





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Friendship.

Friendship . . . Tricky subject.

It seems to me that the older I grow, the less friendships matter. Socially, I guess, friendship is frivolous.
In high school there is no time for friendship. Rushing to grow up is all there is. And for us, the kids who know their place, it seems like we are left behind. The people I came in with, have gone off with someone else, in search of something they do not want to find. To those people, I say good luck, because its stupid of me to chase a train, when it dose not have rear-view mirrors.

I suppose the most difficult part in all of this commotion, and emotion, and misplaced devotion, is forgetting the memories that leave me with hope, the memories that serve as safety pens, holding together a loaded diaper.

People change. People do not revert, instead they grow into the people they are destined to be.  All us kids can do is thank them for the memories. They were not that great, but in retrospect greatness is magnified.

Homework Is Annoying. A Poem.

Final bell, Loud and clear

As I walk out, Summers near

In the Beginning, it'll last Forever

Beautiful days, predictable weather

Care is gone, hair is Down

Up so High, can't see the ground

Hearts may break, but Never mine

Because during summer, I'm Super Fine ;)

Got Short shorts, and Tank tops

You're not with us? Kick rocks

Wayfarers, and an OCBD

Old Sperrys and a good CD

But then,

the information packet comes

And I'm looked in the eye by what I'm running from

Summer Work

Dumb and Tedious

Then the panic, its too much

I dont have time, I'll have to rush

Then the anger, what is the reason?

I have to ruin my summer, for another season?

urgh. 

Whatever. 

 

 

 

Summer.

Darkness is falling sooner and sooner, sweaters are returning, and windows are closing. That wonderful time of the year is bidding us farewell, and sneaking away to 2013.

Remembering this summer, puts a smile onto my face. I did more this summer than I ever have, despite the fact that my family did not take a holiday. My most vivid memory is when summer was just starting. My mother and I made this sea food pasta salad, with cilantro, and tomato, and crab, and clams, and lots of lime. I can remember tasting it and realizing that summer had come, finally. We sat out on the deck under and umbrella, in our swimming suits, with my grandmother and my cousin. And when we found ourselves too hot we ran through the sprinklers.

Another memory is when my uncle, my cousin, and I went to the beach. It was an unplanned decision on a scorcher of an Independence day. I was wearing a red and white striped top and blue shorts. The water  was so cool on my legs and I found a rock that I gave to my Grandmother. (She didn't like it very much)
We all sat down in the sand and built a sand castle, but then a baby stepped on it, and that was the end of that.

I tried my hand at soccer as well. I really did it for my friends, to spend time with them. The conditioning sessions were so early in the morning, and at first I was all for it, I was ready to be Hope Solo. I ended up, being a really tired and frustrated teenager who just wanted to quit, but I didn't, then I did. I seemed to have every reason not to go. Maybe next year, I'm a Track sort of girl.

I've shared these anecdotes to prove a point, mostly to myself I suppose.
I was a little bummed about not being able to take a holiday. I was worried that my summer would be dull in comparison to some of the wonderful adventures that my friends took this summer. I enjoyed my self, surrounded by people I love and who love me back. Sure it would have been nice to do it in Rome, but I know no closeness like the closeness of home. ;)

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When It All Boils Down, My Words Are Like A Raindrop To A River.

In elementary school, they told me that high school would be a place where temptation lurks in every hallway. Police officers and Federal judges came and barked horror stories at me. By the time I hit sixth grade, their stories were irrelevant to me, boring in fact. I had no intentions of smoking, or drinking, or having sex, I still don't. But maybe the person who sat next to me in sixth grade and listened to the same speech didn't hear what I did.
As I progress through this year, I am regularly amazed by the growing masses of children who participate in very grown-up things. It's frightening. When the same person who you trusted wouldn't become a statistic, becomes one, its like watching titanic. You wish that you could tell the captain to stay the course, and not swerve, but the ending is always the same, the ship sinks and all is lost.
Changes in the way people behave force me to question everything, and everyone, especially myself. I'm learning that I can only take care of me. I've no influence on anyone else's life, people are going to do what they want. YOLO right? But Drake said that YOLO was a motto, not an excuse justify reckless behavior and stupidity. Checkmate.

Life Is Like A Drop Of Water In A Frying Pan.

While I was riding over a bridge today, I looked over at all the little houses. Some of them had pools, some had little dogs, or cats, they all looked different. Then I recognized, that they all had something in common also. Each one of those little houses, are the setting for someone's life. In each house, someone has slept, eaten, learned, laughed, and cried. In every one of those houses, someone has been faced with a problem, and over come it. And I know that, when a problem was THE problem, it seemed impassable. But in all of those houses, at some point or another some person toiled and did the impossible. I could not help, or offer my shoulder to cry on, because I did not know them or their problem. the people in those houses don't matter to me.  No one matters, until they do.

In the moment, our lives, and problems, are huge. but prospectively, they are so small, so irrelevant to the rest of humanity. When I was on that bridge today, I realized that I need to relax, everyone dose.