In Memory of Something

This still exists.

2010-12-04T14:11:00.001-08:00

http://iminsanity.blogspot.com/

But that is much better.

The Internet.

2010-09-26T15:00:00.002-07:00

Homework should be getting done. But God, or whatever, invented the internet. So now I'm internetting.

Yay.

Pints.

2010-09-24T15:30:00.000-07:00

This song is great.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0wkZGMktFCw

Oh hai.

2010-09-21T08:40:00.000-07:00

'Sup, people?

It's, like, almost nine in the morning. I haven't really been able to wake up as early as I used to, probably because of school. Or maybe it's 'cause I'm old. I am old.

School has been going pretty good. I kicked my psychology test's ass. It is now in a metaphorical coma. Well, not really. I think it's somewhere with my professor. Anyway, I got an A on it.

Oh, last week, my friend taught me how to fight with sticks. I was in a lot of pain. But I got a neat collection of bruises. Bruises usually make good stories.

"Oh, how did you get that massive bruise on your back?" "Oh, hey, I was fighting a bear."

Of course, nothing like that happened to me. I was just hit with a stick repeatedly.

I once called a friend. She didn't pick up, so I left an elaborate message about me getting into a fight with a bear and losing. It was far-fetched, yes, but she called back. That's how you determine a good voice mail from a bad one. If the recipient of said message does not call you back, your message sucked. I have noticed that leaving messages with a lot of screaming, incoherent babbling, medical terms, such as "flat-lining," and "hemorrhaging," and nonsense usually gets the person to call back.

I've been distracted. I'll say I'm done with this.

KBYE.

Dreams and things.

2010-09-19T09:20:00.000-07:00

I just read a blog post by Mr. Tom Gabel about a dream he had. So I figured I'd do the same.

I know, I'm incredibly original.

A couple of nights ago, or more like a week ago, I don't know, I had a pretty scary dream. It seemed that it was Independence Day in my dream. Night had come and the fireworks would be starting soon. I called a few friends and they let me know that they were planning to watch the fireworks at the high school field. I made plans to go. As I was preparing to leave, my mother told me to go on a walk with her and my sister before me heading off. I started following them but I was having difficulty keeping up. They drifted further and further, and soon I was lost. I looked down and I realized that the reason for my slow pace was due to a cane. I was crippled.

I started walking to the high school, stumbling and tripping. I arrived to see my friends all gathered together. I walked closer to them, and I fell. I fell many times. They all offered help but I denied them their aid. The rocks were soft. I fell, and I chose not to get back up. I didn't need the cane when I was on the ground.

Then I woke up.

Something new.

2010-09-15T23:00:00.001-07:00

A while ago, I got this idea.

This is it:

http://howtostaysaneinaninsaneworld.blogspot.com/

I really like this.

2010-08-26T18:58:00.000-07:00

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-ENf4VEhI40&feature=related

This town.

2010-08-07T14:41:00.001-07:00

Sonoma is gonna get a lot better soon. I can feel it in my bones.

Here's to a brighter tomorrow, yo.

24

2010-08-06T23:26:00.001-07:00

These days drag on forever.

Thank goodness for that.

Drift

2010-08-04T23:24:00.000-07:00

The rain had been coming down for hours. It fell and fell, attempting to penetrate the thin window keeping me dry. Pitter-patter, pitter-patter.

Some life.

The past three days had ended the same. Sitting in some room, with the lights off and the soft glow of the television set illuminating my tired, worn face. The faces and lips of the people on screen just move, and move, and move. No, they aren't making any sense. It's all crap.

I had waited all day for some response. Some indication that I was still alive. My phone remained silent. I pressed my index and middle fingers to my neck. I still had a pulse. I was still alive.

The clock struck 11:00 p.m.

The rain continued to pour. Torrents of water crashed to the ground, creating puddles. The puddles grew and grew until they became vast, violent, turbulent oceans. Waves formed and struck my window, attempting to grasp my frail, weak body and drag me out into the wet world. Blow after blow, the waves were persistent. The glass eventually gave way, and the room was submerged by the rushing water. I drifted out the shattered window into the dark, wet void. I was floating, on water, or clouds or on air, it was hard to tell. The clouds soon cleared away, exposing the stars, the moon and other celestial bodies.

The relentless raindrops ceased. Silence filled my ears and lingered there, attempting to stir up some sound. I continued to float on to nowhere, and the silence eventually gave up and ran off. A quiet buzz filled my ears.

August 4th.

2010-08-04T19:39:00.000-07:00

It's about fucking time.

Rock, rock on, Vaughn Walker.

Some stuff.

2010-07-29T09:48:00.000-07:00

Alright, it's been a while since I last posted something that is longer than, oh, two lines. So, let's give this a go.

Summer is coming to an end. Unfortunately. It's been good, not up to my expectations, but incredibly good nonetheless.

I had incredibly high expectations for summer.

Anyway, I will attempt to recap what's been going on and such.

I graduated in June. It was an interesting moment. There I was, sitting with my fellow pupils, all wearing the typical black graduation gowns, which, I think, are pretty damn awesome. I wasn't too sure what was going on. After twelve years of compulsory schooling, it was hard to believe that it would soon end. Rather, that it had ended. As we walked to our assigned seats which I

somehow managed to screw up (I sat between my two friends who are dating), I was a little apathetic. I wasn't happy, ecstatic, nostalgic or sad. I just was. So, my class and I sat there, somehow making it through some terrible speech. They started calling out names, and eventually, I walked up the ramp that seemed to stretch out to the very end of the world. I got my diploma. I managed to survive twelve years for this piece of paper. The diploma itself wasn't worth it. The fact that I can say that I got through it all somewhat sane is, though.

^^By the way, that's after we got our diplomas. I switched with my friend so he could sit next to his significant other. Daaaaaw.

Grad Night followed. I took part in karaoke. It was awesome.

The following morning, a few of my friends, and the majority of the senior class went to The Bagel Shop. Free bagels are nice. I walked home. I passed out. I then woke up and got ready to attend my friend's birthday/graduation party. 'Twas fun.

BFD followed and I saw Against Me!, The Gaslight Anthem, The Temper Trap and more. Oh, I also go to MEET The Temper Trap. Yes, it was awesome. So, my second BFD experience was wonderful.

For those that don't know, BFD is some giant concert type event. I went to it last year

and it was terrible.

I feel like this sucks a lot. Keep reading. I dare you to.

After what seemed like forever, I finally got the privilege of jamming with some friends. Ellen decided to start up a band. The band was named "People Wearing Hats." The first PWH performance took place way back when in March when the band wasn't really a band, but a duet type thing consisting of Ellen Labitzke and Brianna McGuire. Eventually, one of the two, or both, approached other people and asked them to join them. At least, I'm assuming that's what happened. You can ask them.

So now the band consists of Ellen at the vocals, triangle and ukulele, Brianna at vocals, Caity Tremblay at vocals, Barret Wilber at piano, Alyssa Cesario-Kearns at the drums, Connor Sleeper at the bongos and me playing the guitar. It's been tons of fun, and we've played one open mic show at The Shop, but we have yet to have full band practice. Either way, it's been one of the best parts of my summer.

I've been taking a lot of pictures, too. Some just for fun, and others have appeared in the paper or posters for "La Bete."

Independence Day was incredible. Getting up at around six to head down to find a spot to watch the parade is always a lot of fun, especially if you've got a good friend to keep you company. That was the beginning of one of the best days this summer. It consisted of hanging out at the plaza 'til God knows when, Train Town, The Muppet Movie, going to a friend's house, jamming and singing at some park and, of course, fireworks.

Oh, I seem to have forgotten another awesome day this summer. My friend, Caity, turned seventeen and to celebrate this momentous occasion, we all went down to Ellington Hall, learned how to dance and, well, danced the rest of the night.

I've also managed to spend some more time with another good friend of mine that I almost never hang out with. What with going to different schools and such. That's been another highlight of my summer.

Oh, yes. Spain won the World Cup. Duh. I wanted Ghana to win, though, but hey, I do have a bit of Spanish blood in me, so...

Anyway, I am bringing this up for a reason. Victoria Dwyer and I made a little wager. After some discussion, we agreed that if Spain were to

win the final game against Holland, she would have to eat tomatoes. The number of tomatoes depended on how many goals Spain scored. The same applied to me, only with raw onions. That is, if Holland won, which they didn't. So, she ate a tomato on the day of her birthday party, which was awesome. Bowling, and a barbecue. I saw an old friend I hadn't seen in a while, so it was very nice.

Also, Tori has the cutest kitten in the world. IT'SADORABLEANDITLIKESTOBITEHANDS.

I signed up for my college classes, too. I start the sixteenth of August. It's only two days a week, but I'll be in Santa Rosa from 7:00 in the morning, to 7:00 at night. Should be interesting.

Some other stuff happened, too, but I can't seem to remember.

Anyway, I'm a little sad that this summer is coming to a

quick end. It really has been awesome. I've met a lot of new people, and I've gotten a lot closer to some old friends. And I'm forrealz happy, yo.

I think it's really interesting. There's always a lot more to a person than one would think. It sounds silly and obvious, but, hey, I think it's fascinating. People are fascinating in general. Even if they don't think it.

So that's that. I feel the need to start writing again. I feel like I haven't been doing it all too much. I'll get on that.

KBYE.

-Alejandro Tinajerp.

Yes, I typed Tinajerp on purpose.

Drinking.

2010-07-28T13:19:00.000-07:00

A while ago, I said I wouldn't drink again.

Coffee still sucks.

I hate caffeine.

Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuugh.

-Alejandro

Letters.

2010-07-16T12:12:00.001-07:00

asd jatudg bnujhylopyig fcdxszaafzxcv

A reminder.

2010-07-14T10:53:00.001-07:00

Math and chemistry still suck.

Uuuuuuuugh.

-Alejandro

Some stupid post you won't be interested in reading.

2010-07-01T09:33:00.000-07:00

Not that many people read this. Probably just Christine. Oh, and maybe Lucia. Anyway, things be pretty damn good right about now.

I told you this would be a lame post. I suppose I haven't been on here all too much.

I'll try to fix that.

Tonight.

2010-06-21T22:38:00.000-07:00

Toy Story 3 = 10/10

Everything else of the night = 0/10

Average rating of the night = 5/10

Fuck it all.

Train Town

2010-06-20T10:00:00.000-07:00

It's still pretty awesome. Seriously. Just saying.

KBYE.

Err.

2010-06-13T21:01:00.000-07:00

He turned to me and said,
"I kind of regret it.
The fear, the anxiety,
And the sudden sense of solace,
The joy and disbelief
After hearing the desired response."
Fuck it, don't bother.
It doesn't even matter.
Put it in your pocket,
Let it ripen and grow,
Let it bloom,
Let it burgeon into something so terribly ugly
You can't bear to look at it.
Once it has matured, crush it,
Let the juices run through your coarse hands,
Watch it drip to the ground,
Creating puddles.
Then, gaze upon the spilt liquid,
And there you will see your reflection.
Smile, for you are solid and intact.
Then walk away and say,
"Fuck it."

Thank you, clouds.

2010-06-10T22:52:00.001-07:00

Oh, how interesting the nature of clouds is. There they float, high above us in the vast, azure sky, occasionally deciding to venture down to the surface where we dwell, rolling down the mountains, enveloping and cloaking the verdant hills as if the clouds were a blanket, warming and protecting the sleeper. Soon, the clouds take the ground by storm, obscuring all we can see, leaving the rest of the world a mystery to our eyes. We take cautious steps, and we drive slower, ensuring our safety. Oh, those white, fluffy pillows in the sky keep us from harm.
Thanks, clouds.

Frame.

2010-05-11T19:42:00.000-07:00

Growing up, I was a rather restless child. I would run past the cabinets, shelves, tables and desks, and occasionally, glance up at these pieces of furniture to quickly take a peek at the photographs that rested upon their wooden, polished surfaces. Many were of my mother and her sisters and brothers, or of me and my sister. I wouldn't spend too much time examining the photographs, and I would soon continue whatever it was I was doing. The photographs never held me back.
There was one, however, that I would stare at for a longer period of time. It was of a man. I didn't know this man, but he somehow looked familiar.

I'd look up on the living room table, and upon the clear, glassy surface, I'd see that familiar face, staring right back at me.

I remember not being able to recognize the familiar stranger I saw in the 5 X 7 frame that rested in the living room. I would sometimes consider asking my parents who the man was, but something told me I should know, and if I were to ask, I'd make myself look very foolish. So, for some time, I just assumed it was a photograph of my father when he was younger, or one of my uncles, for they had some of the same facial features. The man was familiar, so I assumed it was someone I knew. It made sense.
As time went by, I eventually managed to muster up enough courage to ask my mother who the strange man in the picture was. Her response was simple, yet it was something I was not expecting. "Your grandfather."
It was at that moment I had realized that I had never met my grandfather. The idea that my father had a father never crossed my mind. I felt a little foolish. I later learned that he had died in a car accident. My father was about the age I currently am now when it happened, maybe a little older. Early 20's, late teens, I don't know, around that age.
So, things were coming together. The man in the photo frame, my late grandfather, was familiar because he looked a lot like my father and uncles. The more I looked into the photograph and into my grandfather's eyes, the more I realized that the familiarity wasn't the similar facial features I saw in my father and uncles. It was something else. It was at this moment that I felt an overwhelming sense of sadness rush into my body. I didn't know who he was, and I never would know.
I'd theorize what he was like. I attempted to see him acting as my father did; good-natured, kind, benevolent, sarcastic and a little silly. I couldn't picture it, though. I did this with the rest of his sons and daughters to no avail. At this point, I would normally just give up and let it go, but the strange, mysterious familiarity of his face and his gaze encouraged and urged me to continue thinking about my lost grandfather. So I continued.
As I grew older, I began to mold myself. I got past the awkward stage that we all go through, and discovered myself. I was feeling good about myself. I had forgotten about the photograph. I had forgotten about my grandfather.
I glanced at the photograph once more, and I stared at him. The same familiarity invaded my being, playing tricks on my mind. I felt so close to this man, who I had never met. I felt the same sadness enter once more. I wanted to meet him. I wanted to know him. I continued to think about it. I was tired and I felt a little sick. It was late, and I figured I could get some sleep. I walked toward the bathroom, and headed for the sink and washed my face.

I looked up at the reflective, clear mirror, and I saw that familiar face, staring back at me.

Things that never happened.

2010-04-18T22:26:00.001-07:00

Or in some cases, things that never happened but may still happen.

Getting lost in Santa Rosa and getting Cold Stone.

Drinking hot chocolate.

Hiking up at to that one place.

Making that boomerang.

Film "S.V.H.S.P.D."

Weenie Roast #2.

Capture the Flag Rematch.

Zombie Tag.

Playing hide & seek that one time at The Plaza.

Continue to jam.

Write the best article ever.

Learn to drive before seventeen.

Get a job.

Prom that one time.

Watching "Kick-Ass."

Hang out.

Write that letter.

Get a response from that one person I wrote to twice.

Get "Elite Beat Agents" back.

Learn how to play the drums.

Finish this list.

What?

2010-04-06T20:10:00.000-07:00

First and foremost, I think you should know that all this will eventually end. At some point or another, it will no longer be there, and you'll have nothing but memories. Probably not that many. I'm not telling you to go out and experience more and take a chance, I'm just saying, well, it couldn't hurt. And who knows? Maybe some good would come out of it.

So, to the problem at hand. If it actually is a problem. I think it is. Of course, my opinion may not matter, especially in this situation. Whatever the situation may be. I look around and I see all of these people being, well, people. They are all, in some sense, the same. They have some strange vibe or something emanating from there being. It's not bad, though. Now, the problem is that you seem to lack it. I don't know if it makes you a good or a bad person, I don't know what good or bad is. I don't get it.

I realize this isn't really a problem. It is just something I don't understand, which, of course, bothers me the most. But what can I do about it? Not much. I will just ask you who you are.

Who are you?

This Time.

2010-04-04T22:32:00.000-07:00

It'll be different.

It'll be better.

I will get it done.

Let's give it one more go.

Day One. Two if you count Friday after 2:50.

2010-03-27T21:40:00.000-07:00

I'll make this quick. This American Life is on soon.

I woke up a lot later than I normally do. 8:30. I did stuff, then took a shower, then ate some Honey Nut Cheerios, and then more stuff.

Boring stuff.

Eventually, I rode down to Maxwell Park and met up with some friends. We played Hot Lava Monster. The other kids at the playground didn't get what we were doing. But, apparently, parents are okay with children riding their bikes and scooters on the playground. That doesn't seem safe at all. And they kept getting in the way of the Lava Monster and the people trying to escape from the Lava Monster. It was loads of fun.

Exploring ensued. I got my pants wet in the creek. And a bunch of pathogens entered my body via open wounds on my hands. (By wounds, I mean scratches and the terrible burn that my toaster oven inflicted upon me. I'm afraid of it now.)

Then I went home.

Earth Hour was fun. I stared at a candle. No really, it was fun! It was interesting to see a flame that close. Just staring at it. Observing its movements. It was relaxing. Hypnotic.

Friday was an interesting day. Amid all the dancing, singing and people, I felt a strange loneliness. I imagine it's like feeling lonely at a wedding if you're the photographer. You wouldn't know anyone at the wedding, but there'd be so many people. But I knew almost all of the people at the party. But I still felt a little lonely. I don't know why.

Overall, this break has started wonderfully. My legs are sore from adventuring, running, dancing, jumping, etc. It's a good sore. Not the kind of sore that makes you feel alive. It's a different kind of sore.

The sore that makes you feel like

Newspaper

2010-03-25T19:22:00.000-07:00

is a joke.

-Alejandro

Yes!

2010-03-19T20:02:00.000-07:00

Behold! It's the greatest day of 2010 so far! Maybe! Probably...

Well, the greatest day of 2010 that I can remember.

Convention = Don't-even-bother-showing-up-to-school-you'll-get-absolutely-nothing-done Day.

I didn't go to school. I stayed home and slept in for an hour. I then cleaned the house. You know, 'cause I'm Mexican.

Whilst cleaning my room, I received a text message from one of my friends asking if they could come over instead of going to their 6th period class. I said yes, and they came over and we laughed at how ridiculous Kingdom Hearts II can be

If you haven't played any games from the Kingdom Hearts series, I insist you do. They are pretty fun.

Anyway, after they left, my mother and I went to the library or something to talk to some lady about my senior project crap. It was boring. Then I went home and made an awesome sandwich.

I probably did something else, but I forget.

I went up to my room and realized how awesome the day was and decided to go on some exciting adventure with a good friend.

Now, reader, I will tell you about this adventure.

I arrived at the plaza to find a group of my friends sitting/sprawled upon the grass, taking in sunlight as if they were plants photosynthesizing. I approached them and I told them about the plans Shawn and I had.

None of them really responded, except for Andy. The majority of the group declined the invitation to come on this exciting adventure with us, so we set off on our own.

Okay, some information on the adventure.

A while back, a couple of friends and I went on a hike. While on said hike, we decided to go off course just a little. We found a strange, strange area. In this area we found a bunch of mounds of dirt. On top of each mound was a fake flower. Near the mounds was a skeleton of some animal. We ran.

Anyway, back to Shawn and Alejandro's exciting adventure.

Upon arriving to the cemetery, we locked our bikes up. 'Cause, you know, we have awesome bikes. We then commenced to travel to our destination. We took a wrong turn, and ended up having to climb some steep hill thingy. My hat fell off in the process. Yeah, it was that intense. Once we were back on track, we continued to head to the mysterious, spooky site.

We got there.

Dead raccoon.

Now, I have only seen four raccoons in my life. 75 percent of them were dead. Just an interesting bit of information.

Anyway...

Shawn and I began our search for clues and stuff. We found some vertebrae, old Christmas trees, fake flowers, animal fur and a necklace. We didn't touch anything, though. We didn't have hand sanitizer.

Afterwards, we decided to go check out the giant white cross that was supposedly knocked down/vandalized/taken down. It was back up.

The cemetery really is a beautiful place. More about that in a bit.

So we headed back to the plaza to report our findings.

Upon hearing our magnificent, incredible tale, the small group of people rated the mystery, on a scale of 1-10, a 6ish to an 8.5ish... I dunno. Somewhere around there.

Then everyone left.

I went home to drop off my camera, and then went on another bike ride.

The bike path left me in awe. For the first time in who knows how long, I felt like I was burgeoning with life. I felt invigorated.

I went home.

We rented some movies.

I am happy again. It's a nice feeling.

I feel as if some piece of me has been restored. Like everything is how it should be.

I'm not living with regret as much as I have in the past. I'm getting better.

It's not a new start. It is the start. Of what? I dunno.

The cemetery is a great place. Especially when you're sitting with Urban.

Some say you can see San Francisco from there on a clear day. Others say it's too far away.

Maybe San Francisco can be seen from there, even if it is too far away.

Maybe that place is special. Maybe it's not like every other place.

Maybe rules don't apply there.

It's a special place.

How This Will End.

2010-03-17T20:15:00.000-07:00

I can feel the movements, the beats, the pulses. But I can't feel my heart. I don't even know if it is there. I might just be feeling echoes resonating from a heart that was once existent.

My mind has gone blank. Too many thoughts, people, words, feelings, faces, numbers are flowing through my head, creating a large, obscure blur. I don't know what to think. I don't even want to think. Not right now. I know what I should do, but I don't know how. I suppose I can continue to drift through life, in the present. Or the past. Whatever it is I'm living in.

If I live in the past, I'll still be alive when I die. Just for a little longer. Maybe it'll be long enough to fix things. To mend things.

I don't know what is next. I don't know if I care. I don't know if I can care. I've cared too much. I'm drained.

I don't know how it will end. I don't know what can be done. I want to know what should have been done.

It's always a shame to see something spiraling out of control. Saying, "I told you so," isn't enough.

Let it go.

My arm is there extended. It has been. I doubt I can hold it out for very much longer. It'll give in. Sooner or later.

As of late, I've been getting angry easily. I don't know why. The simplest failure will have me clenching my fists, digging into my palm as if the tool necessary to release my anger is buried beneath the skin. I don't know why. Maybe I'm just tired of something. Maybe I'm missing something. Maybe it's due to not knowing what I need to know.

What I need to know will either save me or it'll have me lose my mind.

At least I know what I want.

Lovely weather we've been having. Clear light in the day, clear darkness afterwards.

I wouldn't mind staring off into the night sky with a good friend, past all the stars, all those celestial bodies, all the planets, into the very ends of the universe.

And there, we'll see each other, hand in hand.

And we won't be scared.

Pocket Heart.

2010-03-14T15:38:00.000-07:00

"The world will not stop turning for anyone."

If something terrible happened to someone I cared about, my world would stop turning. Not the whole world. But I don't think there is such thing as "The World." We each have a different interpretation the world. We each have separate, different worlds.

It was raining on Friday. It's sunny, now. I prefer the sun when it is raining.

So this weekend was pretty awesome. I took a lot of pictures. Lucia's macro lens is pretty cool, and stuff. And I have some friends that make really good jambalaya.

Today wasn't all too spectacular, however. Waking up a half hour later than you're supposed to does not help. But I did find a little wooden heart in my pocket. I liked it. Newspaper rolled on by, I thought I had lost the edits to my page and had to print out another copy. Unfortunately, the stupid French printer decided to not work. Again. After giving up, I went over to my backpack, and found the page.

Boring stuff happened next.

Homeroom was a lot more interesting and entertaining than it normally tends to be. I reconnected with an old friend, and we talked about the burdens of being Mexican, and how I am really whitewashed. It was nice. Talking to my some kid that was once my closest friend.

Philosophy Club. Depressing as hell. Ms. Manchester asked all of us how we reflect on our day. Answers were thrown out. Some said they think about the good things that happened, or their accomplishments, or what they are thankful for. I think about what I could have done differently. Then words about how negativity might cause cancer and other religious stuff and stuff. Then I started thinking that the whole situation with my mum and her "cancer" was partly my fault. Then I started thinking about how I seem to live in the past and stuff. Then I got over myself. Then I went to my photo class where we watched some video with some really weird guy saying that creativity or inspiration was in the environment or in trees or some weird crap like that. It was really corny. That brought my spirits up a bit.

English was boring.

Optometrist.

Home.

SRJC crap.

House.

This.

Now I'm thinking. I don't know what I'm thinking of, though. It's probably something not very important. Or it might be. I don't think it really matters.

There's chocolate syrup, but no milk.

Crap.

Bye.

These Are Words.

2010-03-09T18:51:00.000-08:00

Right.

This stupid layout stuff is really bothering me. I need to learn CSS and HTML coding. Again.

I believe that Furbies are the spawn of Satan.

It's always a little awkward to have someone get really close to your face. Maybe I'm not used to it.

I need new pens.

I need a life.

A friend told me that I should try cake/cookie/muffin/brownie batter. I never have. I'm afraid of salmonella. I'm going to try when we hang out. And stuff.

This isn't going anywhere. At all. I was at school, and I really wanted to write something, but I forgot what I wanted to write. I figured if I start, it'll come to me. But it hasn't. It probably wandered off sometime during third period or something.

I just saw some group thing on the Faceplace called "I Hate All politicians."

I think a lot of us are just scared. That leads us to blame others, which leads to hate. It's really silly.

But that's life, I suppose.

I don't know what else to say.

I'm going to go make chocolate milk.

Yeah.

The Rocket Ship.

2010-03-08T21:42:00.000-08:00

I made a rocket ship.

On the day of the launch, I was a little nervous. I wasn't sure if it was going to exit our atmosphere and enter the vast heavens. But I let go of fear, and I took a chance.

Things were okay for a bit.

Then it crashed.

I attempted to find the cause of the failed flight. I couldn't figure it out, so I assumed that it was my own error. It took me a while to let the failure go.

Months later, I run into a colleague of mine. They tell me that they know why the ship crashed.

At this point, I consider whether asking why the rocket didn't work. Eventually, my colleague changed the subject and we started talking about, oh, I don't know, ice cream.

After much thought, I decided that I wanted to know. So, I ask my colleague.

"I gave you a chance yesterday to ask," says my colleague. "I suggest you let it go."

How could they do this to me? After all these months of being uncertain of the cause of the demise of my ship, I could finally know the true answer.

I started to think some more. I thought, "Maybe I should let it go. It is after all in the past..."

I still want to know.

I don't think I should, though. It's probably for the best.

I might learn from my mistakes.

I might not.

Eh.

Let it Begin.

2010-03-07T21:27:00.000-08:00

I'm not looking forward to sleep. Sleep will lead to tomorrow. Tomorrow shouldn't come. Tomorrow should just be Saturday. But it won't be. It'll just be Monday. Again.

So, Sunday is coming to an end. It was a nice day. No clouds, blue skies. A good day, filled with Vitamin D. I didn't do much. I wanted to stay home today. I've been doing that a lot lately. I think I may be turning into a recluse. But, it can't all be bad. I'm saving money.

I don't know what I'm supposed to say here. I'll just keep typing. Maybe something worth reading will appear here.

Sigh.

I saw Alice in Wonderland yesterday with my good friend. I don't know if I should divulge any names. Anyway, it wasn't very good. But I wasn't expecting it to be. So I wasn't too disappointed.

Yup.

I hate talking about myself.

I like talking to other people.

Hey. How's it going, reader?

Good.

Whatever.

I'll work on it.

Bye.