My parents suck. All their yelling and cursing has left me tramatized. I get all nervous and such whenever they start fighting. I can't help it. It just terrifies me. They've fought since the day I was born. And even before that too. I've seen them fight. And I've also seen some violence here and there as well. Must be why I hate getting yelled at. I start feeling tense, scared, anxious, angry, and depressed when I'm yelled at. Which happens alot mind you. I don't care if they're yelling at me in real life or here on ET. I still feel like that. And I hate it. I feel like some stupid and scared little kid. And only reason I'm even writing this is because, that's right, my parents are fighting again. Meh, why can't they stop fighting for at least ONE FUCKIN DAY?! *shakes head and sighs*Whatever. Doesn't matter. More bullshit in my life. Gotta learn to ignore it and keep my thoughts set on the future. That's important,right? Eh, I don't know...but I also need to stop looking back at the past. Or I'll get all depressed and shit. *pouts*Ah, fuck it. I know I have people who care about me. Might not be alot but as long as I have them, I can forget about all the crap that's happend or will happen....

I swear...if they yell any louder I'm going to become deaf. And who the hell does my grandfather think he is? He can't boss me around after what he did. Cheating bastard!!God, can't they just shut the fuck up already?!?! I am not a sorry excuse for a human being! I've seen worse!Ugh...I just bit my tongue. Ow...*blinks*Once again, someone else thought I was fifteen or older. Sorry,hun. But I'm fourteen. Oh, and I just rememberd that I still have that $20 gift care for Waldenbooks that Stacy gave me for my birthday. Hopefully next time I go to the mall I'll be able to get me some new books. I seriously need new reading material. *yawns*...*blinks*Holy shit! Gloria's turning fourteen in two days! I forgot! That means I might not be on the day she has that Carne Asada for her birthday. Which might be tommorow. Why must we be related?! >.< Oh well, at least she's cool. Sorta. Then again, I get along much better with my cousins from my dad's side. All of whom love basketball and violent video games. And perverted jokes. Oh wait, that's only Gloria, Jesus and Anthony. Though Anthony whines to much for an eleven year old. Moving on...Um, like two days ago this guy called Jo Jo that comes on this radio station asked the listeners what was the biggest thing they have ever swallowed...and this guy called in and said a five inch banana...*snickers*That sounded wrong. *stares at her half-eaten banana*...I'm not hungry anymore... *blinks*I'll stop now. Buh bye.

Okies, because I wasn't on for long yesturday I'll write about what happend when I went to the doctor. Um..not much to say really. Just the usual. Got a bitchy doctor, ended up feeling violated and got medicine. Yup. That's it. Oh, and my mom got us lost like...three times. What a day. Anyways, right now I am pretty pissed off. Thanks to my family. My brother and sister are such a pain in the ass. They are always fighting. Everyone is always yelling and giving me a fuckin headache. And last night my grandmother(from my mom's side) keeps calling me "rockera." And because my mom's side LOVES gossip, the fact that I'm a "rocker" now is going to be known throughout that side of the family. Yay...*blinks*Think I'll scare them on Christmas. My dad doesn't care about what I wear as long as it isn't slutty. Soooo...if my parents get us new clothes to wear for Christmas this year...I know what I want. ^-^.*coughs*.. I'm bored now, so I'll stop with this. Ciao.


Pretty Girl(The Way) by Sugarcult

Pretty girl is suffering, while he confesses everything
Pretty soon she'll figure out what his intentions were about
That's what you get for falling again
You can never get 'em out of your head

It's the way
That he makes you feel
It's the way
That he kisses you
It's the way
That he makes you fall in love

She's beautiful as usual with bruises on her ego and
Her killer instinct tells her to beware of evil men
And that's what you get for falling again
You can never get 'em out of your head
And that's what you get for falling again
You can never get 'em out of your head

It's the way
That he makes you feel
It's the way
That he kisses you
It's the way
That he makes you fall in love

It's the way
That he makes you feel
It's the way
That he kisses you
It's the way
That he makes you fall in love
Love

Pretty girl, pretty girl

Pretty girl is suffering, while he confesses everything
Pretty soon she'll figure out
You can never get 'em out of your head

It's the way
That he makes you cry
It's the way
That he in your mind
It's the way
That he makes you fall in love

It's the way
That he makes you feel
It's the way
That he kisses you
It's the way
That he makes you fall in love
Love

Guess what? I have yet another "friend" who doesn't give a fuck about me. Damn, I have alot of those. And even when I know that they could care less about what happens to me...I still care about them. Does that mean that I'm weak or something? I don't know...All I know is that I don't want this to bring me down. Kind of hard though. I just don't want to be depressed. I hate being depressed. It fuckin sucks. And I know it sucks for those who do care. Goddamnit. Ugh...my head is killing me...I'll stop ranting now....

If I should Die by RPM

I breathe in
I breathe out
You’re my life
You’re my death
You’re all I have left

I cry soft
I cry loud
You’re my touch
You’re my sound
You are my air now

If only I could crawl out of my skin
Do you think that you, that you
Could breathe me in?

IF I SHOULD DIE
Before I wake
I leave to you
My soul to take
Let me not wake you up
Or disturb your sleep
I leave to you
My soul to keep
IF I SHOULD DIE
Before I wake
I pray that your
Heart won’t break
But I won’t wake you up
Won’t disturb your sleep
I leave to you my soul to keep

I bleed deep
I bleed dry
You’re the sun
You’re the sky
You are my god now

I run fast
I fall down
You’re the wind
You’re the ground
You are my earth now

If only I could crawl out of my skin
Do you think that you, that you
Could breathe me in?

IF I SHOULD DIE
Before I wake
I leave to you
My soul to take
Let me not wake you up
Or disturb your sleep
I leave to you
My soul to keep
IF I SHOULD DIE
Before I wake
I pray that your
Heart won’t break
But I won’t wake you up
Won’t disturb your sleep
I leave to you my soul to keep

If I die please don’t cry
Breathe me in and let me live again
If I die please don’t cry
Hold my spirit in your hand
‘Cause the walls are closing in
So I pray that you are listening

IF I SHOULD DIE
Before I wake
I leave to you
My soul to take
Let me not wake you up
Or disturb your sleep
I leave to you
My soul to keep
IF I SHOULD DIE
Before I wake
I pray that your
Heart won’t break
But I won’t wake you up
Won’t disturb your sleep
I leave to you my soul to keep

IF I SHOULD DIE
Before I wake
I leave to you
My soul to take
Let me not wake you up
Or disturb your sleep
I leave to you
My soul to keep
IF I SHOULD DIE
Before I wake
I pray that your
Heart won’t break
But I won’t wake you up
Won’t disturb your sleep
I leave to you my soul to keep

My head hurts.Alot. It's hurting in the same place where I hit myself yesturday. It won't go away. And my sister woke me up from my nap. *sulks*Only reason I'm even on and awake.Well, I go to the doctor tommorow. Yayness...Ugh, Matthew's being such a crybaby today. Damn siblings...all their noise is making the pounding in my head even more painful. *cuddles plushie*I need sleep..and something to drink. Hrm....today's Mexican Independence Day and whatnot right? Can't remember...haven't been watching tv or anything...and I don't pay much attention when people talk to me at times so I don't know...If it is...WOO! PARTY! Sadly, I am in no condition to have fun. Though I am in a condition to take a nap or fall asleep next to someone by accident. I can't go back to sleep. Too hard now. >.< Soooo...I'm going to distract myself. Somehow. @.@ Buh bye now. Oh, and sorry for any mistakes and stuff. -.-;;;

Leaving in a few minutes...and I'm bored so I'm going to add one more diary entry for the day. Um, my head is fuckin killing me. And not because I have a headache. But because being the clutz that I am, I tripped and slammed my head against the wall. And basically almost killed/knocked myself out. My head was pounding quite painfully. It felt like I was bleeding. Thankfully it was a false alarm. Well to those who don't want me gone anyways. The people that I wuv. But for those of you want me dead...HA! I'm alive! It might be a while until you get rid of me but I'll still be here! Making your life miserable just like you have made mine! *smirks evilly*Beware you sadistic bastards!...*blinks*Huh...I think that hit on the head did something to me. I swear...one of these days I'm going to end up giving myself brain damage. Or killing myself. Whichever comes first.

o.O Um...the pain in my head won't go away so I should go...but I'll leave you with one of my new favorite songs...sadly, it's a bit depressing. I was going to put this new romantic song that I heard on the radio. But there aren't any lyrics for it yet. It's called Baby It's You by Jojo Feat. Bow Wow...I think. Well, I'm starting to like Seven Wiser, so I'll put one of their song's instead. And I'm sure some people know who this song is dedicated too....Yes, dedicated. It's also a dedication...o.O;;; Hm, I'll put another song after that one. Except the next one will be in Spanish. Don't understand what it says..then to bad...*sighs dreamily*It's so romantic...

Lies by Seven Wiser

I'm the one that was there for you
When you cut yourself and started to bleed
And I'm the one that you counted on for all the favors you asked of me
I'm the one that would dry your tears
Every time you'd come crying to me
But ever since the day you blew me off
Everything you say

Is a lie, everything is a lie
Don't you lie to me

Sick of the games that you played on me
So I walk alone and suffer in need
And I'm the one that I counted on for all the favors that I ask of me
You're the one that will cry the tears
When you see what you've created of me
But ever since the day you blew me off
Everything you say

Is a lie, everything is a lie
Don't you lie to me



Cuidarte El Alma by Chayanne

Sólo si pudiera estar contigo,
Tú dormida entre mis brazos
Y mirarte en el silencio
Sólo pudiera dibujarte una escena de mis sueños
Donde siempre estás presente

Con sólo tenerte aquí
Decirte lo que yó siento

Es que me gusta tu cara, me gusta tu pelo
Soñar con tu voz
cuando díces que te quiero
Me gusta abrazarte,
Perderme en tu aroma

Poder encontrar en tus ojos el cielo
Me gusta tu risa, me gusta tu boca
Me gusta creer que por mí tú estás loca
Cómo quiero que sientas conmigo la calma
Y cuando llegue la noche, cuidarte el alma

Como despertar en la distancia
Sin tu piel junto a la mía
Amando tu fotografía
Podemos mandar besos con el viento,
Mirar la luna al mismo tiempo

Contar un día más

Con sólo tenerte aquí....
No sabes lo que me faltas...

Es que me gusta tu cara, me gusta tu pelo
Soñar con tu voz
cuando dices te quiero
Me gusta abrazarte, perderme en tu aroma

Poder encontrar en tus ojos el cielo
Me gusta tu risa, me gusta tu boca
Me gusta creer que por mí, tú estás loca
Como quiero que sientas conmigo la calma
Y cuando llegue la noche, cuidarte el alma

Y pesar de todo
Y sin darnos cuenta
Estaré en tu puerta diciéndote otra vez

Es que me gusta tu cara, me gusta tu pelo
Soñar con tu voz
cuando dices te quiero
Me gusta abrazarte, perderme en tu aroma

Poder encontrar en tus ojos el cielo
Me gusta tu risa, me gusrta tu boca
Me gusta creer que por mí tú estás loca
Como quiero que sientas conmigo la calma
Y cuando llegue la noche, cuidarte el alma.

I'm back! Very tired and sore but I'm back. Um...I'm a bit happy because I don't have school tommorow. Woo! Hrm...I also don't go to school Friday. Gotta go to the doctor and stuff...Oh! I made another new friend! Her name is Tamera. Pronouced Tam-ra. She's really cool. We have nearly the same views on different topics. Plus she's taller than me. She's 5'9....but I think I grew an inch. Which sucks. I hate being so tall. But oh well...um, Westchester has alot of perverts and really immature people. Oh, and whores as well. Male and female. And I don't know what else to write anymore...very short entry,no? Well...Bye I suppose.

Whee! I'm bored again! Soooo...umm..what was I gonna say? I can't remember. Um...guess I'll put random quotes from school and such...o.O

*Bus Ride Home*
Stacy:Know what's stupid?
Me:Besides you?
Stacy:-.-....
Me:*snickers*
Stacy:With friends like that who needs enemies?

*September 13, 2004...third period*
Jade:So what are you?
Me:Mexican.
Jade:Ah,cool. You look Mexican.
Me:*thinking:I like her already...*Really?Thank god.
Jade:I'm Mexican too. Do I look Mexican?
Me:*nods*Yeah. You are like the first person to say that...everyone else says I look white. -.-
Stacy:It's because your pale!
Me:Shut up. >.<
Jade:^.^;;;


*6th Period, today*
Mr. Patterson:Alright, for your homework I want you all to bring an artifact to class. And I want you to come up front and tell the class what culture it's from and what it is.
Everyone:*blank looks on their faces*Huh?
Mr.Patterson:Now, it doesn't have to be an actual artifact. It can be anything. Money, clothes, and such. But you must be able to persuade the class into believing that it is something from another culture.
Reggie(some guy that sits next to me): Artifact? Can I bring a tamale?
Everyone except me:*laughs*
Me:*muffles a yawn*
Mr. Patterson:No. You can't bring food. I don't want no fried rice and shrimp as your artifact.
Everyone:*laughs again*
Me:...o.o...*thinking:Haha...?*
Mr. Patterson:It must be from another country. Nothing from the U.S. Like Canada or Mexico.
Me:Ooooh! I can bring my grandma? *says this low enough for no one to hear*

*After School. Heading to the bus*
Me:*tells Stacy about the assignment for my 6th period*
Stacy:*laughs*XD
Me:*giggles slightly*
Stacy:*hands me some chips*
Me:Thanks...*only gets a few while she keeps on eating*
-this goes on for a few minutes-
Me:Um,Stacy?
Stacy:What?
Me:Don't we have a bus to catch?
Stacy:Yeah...? O.o
Me:And isn't are bus the first to leave...?
Stacy:O.O...*nods*
Me:Aren't we...kind of far from the bus?
Stacy:Oh shit!
Me:They're gonna leave us behind! O.O;;;
Both:*takes off running*
Stacy:C'mon! >.<
Me:These stupid backpacks are keeping us from running faster! >.< *pants and tries not to laugh at our situation*
Stacy:If it wasn't for your slow ass we would have been there already!
Me:*twitch*Well your the one fuckin eating and walking too damn slow!
Stacy:I was hungry!

And that's all that I have for now so yeah...buh bye. O.o;;;

I'm keeping a journal! Whee...-.- I'm just so bored during my classes that I need to do something. Espicially if I'm in a bad mood and shit. And writing usually helps. So, I'm probably going to rant a bit in the notebook and whatnot. Or doodle. Doesn't matter as long as I'm doing something that won't cause me to fall asleep in class. So far so good. I got the idea from my English teacher. Who I think, KICKS ASS. He's so damn funny. Though I still get sleepy in his class. Same with riding the bus. And speaking about the goddamn bus...that bus driver lady was a BITCH today. She wouldn't take off until everyone in the damn bus got quiet and settled down. Yeah, like that's going to happen any time sooner. But who could blame her? Half the kids on the bus are loud and annoying idiots. Well, Stacy and I sorta got on the bus a bit late. Not as late as a few other people though. But late enough to be forced to sit with some other people, and not with each other. We both had to sit with guys that we didn't know. And the guy next to me fell asleep! >.< Thank god he didn't fall asleep on me. Ugh, I hate sitting next to guys that I don't know. I mean, if they're my friend and stuff then I wouldn't mind to much. As long as he didn't fall asleep next to me. I hate it when they do that. Bleh, enough of that. Um...I have Algebra homework. Yay...though it's due on Friday because I don't have Algebra tommorow. I had 2nd, 4th, and 6th period today. And I had 1st, 3rd, and 5th yesturday. A bit confusing but I'll get use to it. I also have homework for my Culture Awareness class. Also due on Friday. But I'm not going to school on Friday because I have to go to the doctor. And I don't have school on Thursday. Finally! A day to get proper sleep. But I get four days. Woo! But it's fucked up that I have to leave Stacy to ride the bus alone with all those idiots. But she'll probably make a friend or something. Oh, and we hung out with Jade again today. And Jose got to meet her. So now we'll probably sit together during lunch and so on and so forth. Hm...she know's that I have a boyfriend. *nods*I told her. I only told her because she had asked me if I had seen or met any guys that I might like and I told her no. Then she asked not even one, to which I responded "I have a boyfriend." and you get the picture. That was before she read my palm. Anyways, I got my locker today. Seeing as my backpack is already getting super heavy. And I have no idea what else to write so I'll end it here. Adios. (And sorry for any bad spelling and grammer...my writing and typing skills suck at the moment)
                

I've so bored that I've decieded to write part of the conversation that I had with Jade...I can't remember all of it so some of the things will be a bit different. Damn my bad memory...

Jade:*talking to me and Stacy*So you guys don't,um...*makes drinking/smoking gesture*
Me:No.
Stacy:*shakes head*No.
Me:Some people that I know make fun of me because I have never taken a sip of alcohol in my entire life...-.- Same with weed. *thinking*They must want me to end up even more stupid...o.O
Jade:Ah. You two don't...cut yourselves right? Let me see your wrist.
Me:*blinks and holds up my hand**pulls bracelets and watch down*
Jade:*looks at my wrist*Good,good. *does the same to Stacy*
Me:*blinks again*Eheh..
Jade:Hey! Can I read your hand? *grabs my hand*
Me:Um..okay? ^-^;;;
Jade:Hm...*stares at it*Huh...are you in love?
Me:*Blinks*Um...*manages not to blush*Yes.
Jade:Yeah....I could easily tell.Hmm...well it says that your very loveable.
Me:Eh...?
Jade:I mean, loving. Your very loving. Sorry about that.
Me:Um, it's okay.
Jade:*tells me that I'm going to have a very successful life and that it looks like I've had people come and go in my life*
Me:o.o;;;*nods the whole time*
Jade:Has anything bad ever happend to you in the past?
Me:Eh...yeah.
Jade:Ah..(She told me some other things but I can't remember...something about two loves...? Or was that Stacy? I can't remember. Probably both of us. Also said something about one of them not working out or something like that)

Well, today sucked. Somewhat. I was forced to wait for the stupid bus for a whole fuckin hour in the damn hot sun.I just got fed up that I called home and luckily for me my dad was near the school so he picked me up. I met my science teacher today. He's alright. But two things suck about the class. All the people talking to damn loud and having to do a bunch of group work. And because I don't know anyone there...I was forced to be in a group of three guys. And I knew what that meant...me doing all the work while they chatted away. Fun,no? What gentlemen...Meh, that always happens to me. Hm, I made a new friend. This girl named Jade. She's a tenth grader and really cool. She's the first person to make me talk alot. Well, more than my usual one word replies. Plus she likes Linkin Park and Aerosmith. So of course I'm going to like her. But she freaked me out by reading my palm. I can't stop thinking about it. Nearly all of it is true. Or sounds like something that would happen to me. Though I don't know about the successful life thing. Hm, maybe I'm just letting it get to my head. *shrugs*Whatever. Well...I don't know what else to write at the moment so I guess I'll end it here. Until I get bored(which you know will be very soon)...Ciao.

This is what? The third entry of the day?Hrm, I think I've ranted so much in here that I can't help it. Damn do I feel sorry for whoever reads my bull. *shakes head and prods reader*o.O;; Anyways...I'm feeling kind pissed off right now. Not sure why...well maybe I do. And one of those reasons is because once again I am stuck in the middle of another fight between a good friend of mine...and another good friend of mine. Not sure if that made any sense. Oh well. Deal with it. The other reasons? I'm not telling. Why? Well, for starters...I hardly know all the facts as to why I'm feeling angry. Aren't I the bright one? *blinks*Well...I'm not sure if I'll be on later...or tommorow...or the day after tommorow and so on and so forth. Don't ask why...Umm...I know for sure that I won't be on in like..two weeks. Only. for a day though. Damn, I have to go now. Ciao.

God! I am so sick and tired of people asking me to cyber with them! *twitches*They think because I have "big breasted" as my body shape that I'm some kind of whore. I should just change it to plump. You know what? I think I will. One moment please...

Okay! I got that out of the way! Thank god...I did the same thing for my other username. Stupid pervs. Even girls are starting to ask me. I'm not safe! >.< *clings to plushie and sniffles*Ugh...it's so hot. I hate living in California. So full of tourists and...gah! I just hate it. Hm...I'm going to go take a shower now. Soooo...buh bye.

Okay well...I just got out of the shower and am currently making lunch for my annoying brother and sister. And now my dad wants me off. So I have no clue if I'll be back because...around 6:00pm I have to go and visit my grandfather in the hospital. So yeah...Bye...again...

One of my new favorite songs...*points below*

Such Great Heights by The Postal Service

I was thinking it's a sign that the freckles
in our eyes are mirror images and when
we kiss they're perfectly aligned
and I have to speculate that god himself
did make us into corresponding shapes like
puzzle pieces from the clay
and true, it may seem like a stretch, but
its thoughts like this that catch my troubled
head when you're away when I am missing
you to death
when you are out there on the road for
several weeks of shows and when you scan
the radio, I hope this song will guide you
home...

They will see us waving from such great
heights, "come down now," they'll say
but everything looks perfect from far away,
"come down now," but we'll stay...

I tried my best to leave this all on your
machine but the persistant beat it sounded
thin upon listening
and that frankly will not fly. you will hear
the shrillest highs and lowest lows with
the windows down when this is guiding
you home
We're not the ones who're meant to follow.
Well that's enough to argue.

I need sleep. Wonderful way to start off this diary entry,no? Hrm...well I woke up at eight this morning...but fell asleep late again. Plus I might have to go to the hospital again today. I hate hospitals...they scare me. *shudders*Lots of things scare me. Hard to explain...so I won't. I'll give you and myself a headache if I try. Um, I have to go to the doctor on Friday. Fun,no? My uncle said that they should do something that I know will really hurt. *winces*Ew,pain. Well...right now I'm feeling a bit sick and the stupid limp in my left leg won't go away and it still hurts. Plus it's really hot. Which sucks. Alot. School tommorow...yay...bus ride...more yay...no sleep...bleh.-.-
I'm hungry...and thirsty....and...feeling a tinge of depression. So, run. Run far away. No one likes to talk to me when I'm depressed. Hell, I don't. I don't like it when I feel that way because I get people all...mad, annoyed, and...stuff. They should know that I'll get better. I always do. I know how to make myself feel good again. But...when they do that they make me feel even worse. And I have no clue why I even wrote that. Well...I almost fell off my chair right now. >.< I'm so clumsy...yes I am. Hm, my parents are already planning my Quincenera and yeah...that's all that I'm going to put for now. Ciao.

I'm bored again, which means that I shall write in here again. Yay...well I just got back from the hospital and I'm still tired. Even more so than I was before. But it's around 97 right now so it's going to be pretty hard to go and try and take a nap. Plus my fan just blows hot air. Bleh, well...my grandfather is doing alright. Got out of surgery about an hour ago. I just relized something.....everytime that it is my turn to go and see someone in the hospital....they either start crying or look like they are going to cry. I'm not sure if that's a good thing or not...but it has happend before. Well....don't know what else to put, so...Adios.

Okay...seeing as I didn't come on yesturday...I'm going to write about how school was...*pauses*...Let me try to remember first...I have a bad memory and I'm really tired...so yeah...Um...*looks at the classes that she has*This might help...^-^;;; Guess I'll put down the classes that I got first...

1st Period: Health
2nd Period:Algebra(Yes, I'm taking it again...I need help...lots of help...>.<)
3rd Period:Gym
4th Period:English
5th Period:Science
6th period:Culture Awareness(something like that anyways...that's my history class by the way...o.O)


Now that I have that done I can move on now...Oh! Before I do...they gave nearly everyone a map. That school is friggin' big! O.O....Okies...onto my teacher's...so far I like them.Espicially my English teacher, Mr. Weronka. He's pretty funny. My Algebra teacher Ms.Smith is pretty cool too. Though she sorta talks to the class as if we were little kids...well it's better than her yelling at us. Though I could've used the wake up call. *yawns* Oh boy...anyways...I haven't met my science teacher yet. Or my homeroom teacher. So I have nothing to say about them. Health teacher...cool and dull at the same time. Wierd. Moving on, Gym teacher seems alright for now. We're starting basketball on Monday. YES! I wuvs basketball. Except now. Because I have a bit of a limp on my left leg. Ugh...

Culture Awareness...the class is pretty cool. Except for one little thing...everyone has to talk. It's part of the grade. I am so going to fail that class. I hate talking in front of people. Makes me really nervous. But oh well...I have to deal with it one way or another. Bad thing is...I only have Stacy with me for only one of my classes. And that's Algebra. And I only have Jose in my homeroom class. But we all planned on meeting at this blue soda machine...*nods*Seeing as it's the only blue one there. Pretty easy to find. Let's see...I almost fell asleep in all my classes. @.@ I hate waking up at five every morning....I need sleep. And I feel sick now so I better hurry up and finish this. Um....I wasn't on yesturday because my grandfather was in the hospital awaiting his surgery so I had to go visit him(and I will again today) and then my family and I went out to eat and once I got home Stacy and Gaby called me and then we called Adri and Jose and I don't think I'll be on much today. Or if I'll be home for long. Ugh...well that's all that I can type for now...too tired at the moment...Soooo...Ciao person who may be reading this...O.o

I'm bored....so I'm going to do a second diary entry for the day. Based upon what just happend. What happend? Well...Matthew(my baby brother) somehow managed to get a knife, a very big one at that, and started stabbing my paper...o.O;;; I'm surprised that he didn't hurt himself. Though he killed my paper...O.o;;;

Well, today was my first day of high school. And damn am I tired. I woke up around 5:00am. I didn't eat all day. Except the piece of bread that Stacy gave me. Eheh, well it was pretty boring. Due to the fact that the damn school didn't have anyone's information on the computer. And there was alot of people that had to be transferred to that school being the other school(that is much closer to where I live) was over crowded and the new High School is still being built. Anyways, because of that everyone was forced to stay in the libary. Though we did spend quite sometime outside. Standing up. For about...two hours. Ugh, it was so boring and I was so tired. But one good thing did happen. I saw J.LO!!!!!!! And no, not Jennifer Lopez. J.LO is one of my friend's nicknames. A friend in which I haven't seen since 7th grade. And my friend just so happens to be a guy. His name is Jose Lopez. Hopefully you can understand why I called him J.LO. That was his nickname that many people had for him in 7th grade. It was really great seeing him again. Still funny as hell. Plus I got his number. Which is cool. Alice has it too. Seeing as she and Jose were friends in 7th grade. Just sharing the joy. I'm tired now...sooooo...ciao.

Going to the mall today. School shopping...that's it. Nothing else. Gonna buy me a MADE sweater though...hopefully...*shrugs*That's all that I'm going to put. Ciao.