Finals day 2

easy smeasy
no sweat and dont forget.
the weekend shall be upon us soon enough.
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good luck guys/gals.

Finals day 1

it was easy.
totally.
only frustrating because i couldn't see Miluiel until the end.
hmm, F4 hung out this morning, it was pretty cool.
i wantz to play SM3
rrrrr
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<<<<<3

get well soon
love you!
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crumbly

is an accurate depiction of me when affected by me weakness.
i get woozy and weak, but show naught but strength.
i embrace my weakness and show how brave i can be.
i lay often, in my bed, just thinking of better ways i can fight.
better ways i can show how unafraid i am.
plots formed, plans made,
yet the next day is all improvised.
so far so good :]
<3

hey....

life is good.
SAT stress is always in the back of my mind but i have music for that...
http://www.playlist.com/searchbeta/tracks#summertime%20josh%20rouse\
that's for you Emlily, btw.
no particular reason.
it just has such a good beat to it and it makes me dance.
i'm sure if we heard it in art class we would do one of our signature dances.
so, i need to get out of lazy mode, badly.
it has happened before and i will not allow it to harm me academically.
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life is good.
man, time is flying so fast.
i remember the first day of school.
and now, it's almost half way through the school year.
niiiice.
future is uncertain.
fear is raging,
but not dominating.
life is good.
life is good.

fortune telling.....

is for pooters.

A friend of mine brought up the issue.

it's true.
when one's love for a form of expression is in a way, made publid, it becomes much harder to continue.
it seems like your hobby, your outlet for any thoughts you have, shrivel up and die in the spotlight.
i used to draw a lot.
i never stopped, how could i?
i mean, i had so many ideas, so many things to say, so many characters to introduce.
there was no time to stop.
there was only time to act.
and i drew like crazy.
but as the years slipped on by, people liked my work, if not for the art then its content.
compliments began to be plentiful but as if in balance, the ideas began to dwindle.
i guess what i'm trying to get at is... well, i dont really have a point.
i was just agreeing with my friend.
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january 17, 2009

best day evah.
it was so full of laughter, romance, and stealing of fruit that it overwhelmed me.
<3

Found my muse

and she is spectacular.
i did a free comission which i'm sure is an oxymoron or some other complicated word to describe the position of the word in a sentence.
mmm, i need some action.
i want to disarm a bomb.
or fight a jet with my fist.

really though...

i saw it coming, yet i was totally taken by surprise.
haha, i loved it.
i am currently listening to Stephen Lynch, LMAO, ladies :]
i can honestly say life is good.
i have inspiration, i have love, i have friends.
i couldn't say any of those things 5 years ago.
i'm always thinking on the past.
it's not a rare thing to do obviously but i always find it fascinating to imagine your present self in the past.
how would things be different?
how would you react to past mistakes?
mmmm, time travel would be a handy power.
dangerous, but handy.
god, i had a good day today.
haha, i drew an emo guy.
i likey.
mainly cause i was able to draw him twice.
both times without the assistance of a picture.
:]
i am artist, hear me... um... art?
no.
ummmm
hear me...
hear me...
draw?
sure, let's go with that :]

mmmmmmmmmmmm

two birds were flying in the air one summmer morning.
they were best friends and always laughed together.
but on this particular day, both had been hunting for a log time and were getting hungry.
"i'm gonnna catch the biggest worm!" said one of the birds.
"i'm going to catch the juciest worm!" said the other.
suddently, a worm popped up from below.
both birds, excited, dove down and seized the worm.
"let go!" they both said in unison.
but neither waned to let go.
the worm, being new to this world, was really, really sad and felt responsible for the two friends that fought.
"guys," the worm said, "please dont fight on my account. why dont you settle your differences?"
both birds stopped their quarrel with each other birefly to listen.
"what do you mean, worm?" they said in unison.
"i'm sure you both have been hunting for some time and have the catch of your dreams pictured in your mind."
the birds looked at each other as they remembered their words.
"i wanted the biggest worm!" one said.
"i wanted the juciest!" the other exclaimed.
the worm, being the clever sort, smiled, "am i either of those?"
the birds looked at the worm. he was really small and fat. not long enough to be called big yet plump enough to be called juicy.
"no" said one bird.
"yes!" said the other.
"then there is no need to fight."
the birds rejoiced as their friendship was no longer in peril.
the worm succumbed to a noble death to the bird who wanted it.
the other bird flew off, spotting another worm anyways.

it is amusing...

i've seen my cousins grow.
i was there when they were born, i am here as they grow.
my do they grow!
i was their favorite cousin growing up.
my parents often traveled to mexico to visit family.
i always played with them anything that we wanted to play.
i've been a villan, a prince, a dragon, and everything in between.
lately though, i've seen how much they have changed.
My oldest of my cousin has grown up as a preppy, annoying, wannabe popular chick.
mmm.
she scares me.

The unknown revealed....

i have read this morning so many things you never told me.
it's funny...
those are the same things i never told you.
<3

Remember me...

Death.
five letters full of significance.
it's not easy facing death.
it can come at anytime... any place... in any shape or form.
it's not an easy thing to talk about.
we all know someone that has died.
we all know we are going to die.
one question one has to ask themselves is, how will they be remembered?
will they be remembered as a good person, or one no one will be too sorry is gone?
i know how i would like to be remembered.
i want to die a hero.
that doesn't mean i die doing something extraordinary in it's literal sense, but if i can go and in my life, i brought smiles and happiness to someone then my life is one worth remembering.
i want to be the hero.
the one who made a difference.
the one that turned his back on the gloom, and brought a smile onto everyone's faces.
that's who i want to be.
that's how i want to be remembered.

life is good.

yesterday was one of the most interesting days ever.
it started of with a slow pace.
i woke up and took a shower and all that jazz.
then i learned of a new website and i used it to paint someone a portrait.
then, with art so early in the morning, i felt really happy.
then i got a new CD from a friend at the bus stop and i was even happier.
got to school early.
happy.
hugz.
happy.
easy math test.
happy.
kiss.
happy.
walk with friend.
happy.
sinfest.
happy.
comics.
happy.
extra credit for going above and beyond on HW.
happy.
laughs.
happy.
kiss.
happy.
didn't present in government.
happy.
art.
happy.
kiss.
happy.
people.
not so happy but still.
sweater.
even less happier.
rescue of said sweater.
happy.
friends.
happy.
sword fight at park.
sensational.
tie.
damn.
jokes.
happpppppy.
half card.
Joooooyyyyyyyyyyyyy.
bus.
um...
wood.
awesome!
AIM.
uber extreme happiness.
my day yesterday was a pretty good one.
it reminded me of how many good people i have in my life.
my friends.
my girlfriend.
my family.
random strangers i know but not really but even so let me borrow their cellphones.
life is good.
life is good.

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http://artpad.art.com/?kd7jo29c3gk
for you.

pondering

the best way... hmmmm...
maybe if i...nah, that's dumb.
hmm... this is a toughie....

Gems... so shiny, so captivating....

but to extract them you must find it underneath the earth, in forsaken places.
places where man ventures with fear, and danger lies near.
but does the ends justify the means?
is it worth it?
digging and mining with all the strength one has to find a simple little rock considered valuable by us due to the fact that they look good?

The season, it changes...

but so ever slowly.
like a long poem, with its rhymes and stanzas.
it's imagery and it's metaphors.
it's just a lovely sight to see.
the leaves of the tree i hang near during lunch are almost gone.
it's different.
but maybe change is good this year.
questions are dangerous things.
they can inflict pain or pleasure or neither or both.
the answer is just as important as the question, of course.
i was requested to ask a question i've been holding back.
i dont know if its a smart move just yet or if it's better ot to hold back any longer.
timing can be crucial.
or with some people, timing is never an issue.
its always hard to identify.
my friends seem distant
so more that others.
that's probably because i am distant.
i am drifting.
but they should know that i'm not going to stay only on the side i drifted to.
i'm a ferry iceberg.
i go from port to port.
wow, it sounds like i'm a slut.
haha :]
she stole my watch.
she must feel my wrath!!!!!!
or something more loving.
i'd go with the latter.
<3
bye

Slepping Beauty

talk to me.

so a mexican boy and a white girl walk into a jewish restaurant...

and had belgian waffles.
yum :]
yesterday was fun.
i saw the coolest person in the world and a guy wearing a red tie that saves nothing cause his old girlfriend beats him to the punch.
been there ;]
kidding :D
so Robin Hood: Men In Tights had the best fight scene evah!
one can never go wrong with shadow puppets :]

Epilogue

its over.
the past few days have been both exciting and bleak.
i went to dances, i met people.
i thought about the sad stuff.
sometimes i wonder if i am bipolar.
probably not.
well, i'm home.
friends are welcome to call.
tomorrow i'll be with someone.