Saturday, December 24, 2011

Well The truth is that i haven't blogged in FOREVER! So i Decided i'm going to start again! (Thanks to my friend Westly!) (btw i will never be able to spell your name) So yup!

Thursday, October 13, 2011

To my mom! :)

So here I am writing you a letter, something I probably haven’t done since I stopped believing in Santa *wink*.
To express in words everything that you are to me would be like trying to fill the grand canyon one grain of sand at a time, but I’m going to try.

Everything I love about myself comes from you. My eyes, my ability to smile and laugh at myself. My perseverance, and ability to tell myself “It’ll all turn out in the end”. You taught me everything about life, from the most basic things like tying my laces and saying my ABC’s to much more complex things. Loving myself, simply because you love me, and complete understanding of others. You told me once that I’m to independent for a man. You are the one who taught me that independence, I’m happy being myself, you trust my opinion and always keep an open mind to what I have to say, not many adults have that respect for kids. You always listen to me and allow me to make my own mistakes. I’m sure you’ve watched me walk into situations that you knew were going to hurt, but the thing that lets me know how much you care is that you let me go into them. Had I been totally sheltered from life I’d never learn, and when life pushed me around you always gave me your shoulder and ear, and the strength to push back.

Wednesday, February 24, 2010


The young boy walked through the harsh streets of the city seeking shelter. The cold and bitter wind swept around him like a tornado of sadness threatening to sweep him away. But, he resists those horrible feelings for a while. So he keeps on until he reaches a bridge and looks down into its murky fathoms and sees a face down on the surface. He doesn't recognize it, but it is his own reflection. He remembers his face as clean and happy, not this dirty sorrowful face staring back at him. Then the wind of sadness blew through him once more and he couldn't resist it this time. Suddenly the reflection moved, it moved over the railing of the bridge and was hanging from the reflection bridge. Then the reflection child let go and the young boy saw the reflection flying toward him. Finally, they collided and all went black.......

P.S. This is not how I'm feeling.

Tuesday, February 9, 2010


I feel as if I've been backed into a corner, lost in a maelstrom of thoughts, floating in a pool of memory. Yet all of these change then stay the change like an unsteady wind threatening to blow the last leaf away. I'm being swept away by a swift river of sorrow in which many sticks of loneliness catch on my clothing. Soon I'm striped of everything my own dignity. I wander the cold bleak land of reflection to find nothing to reflect on; I am striped of everything, striped of everything, of everything, everything.

Tuesday, October 27, 2009


This is my guinea pig "chalupa!" I will love him and I will hug him and I will name him Chalupa. :-D

Monday, October 19, 2009