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Repentant Solitude

I travel once again to the dark depths of Victor Frankenstein, to read yet another chapter that entices me to continue this beautiful book. It gives me a feeling which soothes my every nerve down to every building block of my body. It is like literary mutilation. You feel the angst and the pain which the protagonist suffers and you exert your emotions to parallel theirs, therefore creating an outlet to what you may possibly be containing inside. In this chapter he has been bed sick and his friend Clerval is there beside him, aiding his fellow Genevian. Geneva became so familiar and I realized it was from Anne Hathaway's PRINCESS DIARIES, but not falling astray...Clerval and Victor spend months trying to help Victor's recuperation after being informed by his beloved cousin Elizabeth that they very much want to see him or at least hear from him. How strange that family cares so much. Have you ever thought about that, what makes us have emotions? This is a book about the exact science of the body yet, they have hatred and love, factors which have not been proven an occurence of science.

Moving on, he decides to travel with Clerval to the East, like Persia and remote countries to explore their stories. The ideas he gains are legit and able to be considered uinique. It has always crossed my mind that many things are copies of something else. For example Taco Bell claims a latino name and taste, but my abuelitas tacos do not taste like that. I remember I once had a conversation with a friend about my dislike of mexican restaurants and how I can a better flavor at my home, why pay for a knock-off. This is why Victor took appreciation to this writing and language, it was something new which made him appreciate the human being and all of its entity. He grew apart from the science definition of a human and accustommed himself to the soul and spirit of a person.

This book is excellent , it provides me with the needed ideas for my future goals.

BURGER BDGT.

Today at BLVD. Burgers. kiddo <33

Suck My Foam Finger!

Hmm, I arrived at the Dodger Stadium , hey! Did you guys know it was a big ass scandal when they first made it?! Supposedly in the 1950s they were trying to have building projects for low income families but they made the stadium.WOW!! Hello Homeless Hunnies!! They were really bad in taking homes away from people, but I mean to their sacrifice a huge turnout( 49,000 attended yesterday) of people come to watch. This is the old plan for the Elysian Park Heights.

Well anywho! The Game was tight yo! Let's explain to explain with a video:

"Shake your foam finger" ...."suck it!!" ..."no!!'So we went and we had fun trying to go on the camera and Bere and I decided to make out in a Laker Game! So that sounds like fun! And then Alejandra being mean telling me how Santa Cruz was in Flames!!! =0 but yesss!!

That's Just A Mirror Narcissus...

Have any of you heard about the myth of Narcissus ? The Hellenic version interests me. It begins with this boy, Ameinias, who fell in love with Narcissus. Narcissus was displeased becaused nobody suited his supposed elegant grace. He spurned Ameinias, and made him commit suicide in front of his eyes. Fortunately Ameinias was not a brute. He prayed to Nemesis to exact revenge on Narcissus. The next day, Narcissus was out amid the woods and stumbled upon a pond where he fell in love with his reflection. He could not keep his eyes off of the beautiful man looking straight at him. He sat there until he perished. That is why they say that the Narcissus Flower is still found beside waterbanks admiring its reflection.

Strange and unimaginable that some people can take that shape or form. TO not care about the people around them because they are not worthy. There are some who classify themselves as people who have far superior skills or knowledge in an area of interests than those which surround them. Morality kicks in and obviously that leads you no where. Pushing aside men because their worth is questionable. I doubt Narcissus ever stayed and thought about how this person's life was affected because of me. He walked or skipped, frolicking in rapture. There is no room for you Narcissus. Go look at yourself in the pond. Call Icarus and tell him to fly you close to the sun. Tell the fates to cut your string and ask Hades to paddle you across the River Styx. Let others care for those you have wounded. It's better of with you, yourself, and well...you.

Docenas

Today I went to the Donut Place
Around the corner of grandma's pad.
The woman said hello what would you like.
I said... mint chocolate chip, and a better life

she said "I'm sorry I can't help you with that"
and I replied I know...
and I replied I know...

I went back to my grandmas and sat for a while
text text text text text
pulp fiction
text text text text text
pulp fiction

i thought about tomorrow
i thought about today
why do i always think about tomorrow first
and never of today
why?
can u tell me.. no you cant

he's using you just see how he talks to other men
hes using you and you know that's it and it will end
im sorry if i made you cry but thats just it i know
this thing that's hidden in this soul is nothing but jealousy
anger hatred sorrow revenge and no control

tell me...can you help me
tell me ... is it true
does my mind desrve a chance
will i break a mold?
will this all end well,
or what will happen if it doesnt
there i go again
future thoughts a dozen.

Wow! You Smiled?! WOW!!

Today was not an easy day but nonetheless I enjoyed it. I got up at 7:00 a.m and I began to get ready. I told my dad I was going out with Alma and he gave me a look. Like a " no vas a jotear?" look. I got mad and he gave me that no homo talk and how disgusting men on men is. I swore on GOD that I didn't like men. Shiva is gonna be a mad bitch.

So we went to go see where Arturo tagged my name. Alma spotted the piece of ART that was tagged amongst multiple colors, a bright pink. So GENUINELY we took a picture. We walked along the river and went to Veteran's park. That's when I told her, ehh end of story for that.

She came back and we hung out at my grandma's and used her Wii ahahaha my grandmother has a Wii! So then I hung out with my cousins.

...on the phone with Almita

My summer so far....

This is my twenty first post. Now I know that to many it may not mean anything but to me it means my age distance from my mother. It means my favorite number, and it means a good blackjack game. Some say the number 21 is the luckiest number, comprised of three 7's. However this 21st post is not lucky in all ways. I want to post my blog about my summer. Partly because it changed my life and the other part because I don't want people to continue asking what did I do.

It was a normal day on twitterville when I began to check my myspace inbox for some friend requests. he added me. Apparently he had taken notice i had began following him on twitter. We began talking and soon enough we found a distinct connection, sending pictures and hearing music. I wanted to meet him and we decided to meet down at BLVD burgers, where I had an amazing time with the swim team. We began talking more and on July 10, 2009 he asked me to be his boyfriend. After losing a prized bracelet at South Gate park and seeing his effort in trying to find it, I said yes. He was and is my first boyfriend, I was his first Kiss, if felt new and fresh, I loved the idea of him. This summer I opened my soul to anything that was willing to enter it. Now I won't be badly reputed later but we had our ups and our downs, but now we get bye, my nene. He changed my life for the best. Yeah I told my parents and they don't talk to me, but believe me it was a small prize to pay. They'll come around eventually. I only have one month with him.

I begin to think that again my mind has dozed off and claimed forbidden territories. It makes me believe I have imperialist power and that I alone decide what goes on in my life. I am moving left and right, sexual urges being released without care because emotions are surpassing in intensity. I am safe and I feel well, I want it all and I can have it. I am greedy, I am able to manipulate the shit out of everyone. I don't cry. Then as if with a chill his tears woke me up from this dream. I was awoken, and I wasn't living by a Burger King motto. I had problems and bad. My flight was stunted by reality. However he is my lullaby and he makes me want to dream again. It's like magic. It's the ubiquitous identity that he provides. It's unique and beautiful. It's Art.

You don't know me that well so 7 things about me.

1. I have never done drugs.
2. I have whore feelings for everyone
3. I don't have enemies , they are just friends who didn't keep it real.
4. I am going away because I want to be alone.
5. I like the smell of wet pavement.
6. My studies are insufficient in the Real WORLD
7. I wish the best for everyone, regardless of how they are towards me, life is too short to hold grudges.

boyy baby has it being forever since i have written in this.. hmm ill post tomorrow. Going out with ALMA!!