Let it Go

“You just have to let it go, okay?”
“Yeah. That’s what I’m doing.”
[SMILES] “Good.’
Why don’t people know that moving on is way harder than it sounds? Most things are easier said than done.

Why is it that I am the only person who seems NOT to move on?
         No, really. I’m not dramatizing. And the reason I am pointing this out is because I know I tend to over-exaggerate things a little. But really, ABBA is still my favorite band and I think there is absolutely nothing better than old movies. I literally sit down and watch the old BATMAN shows on the television everyday. Seriously, the ones where Batman is so fat it looks like when he wasn’t out there saving the world he sat on his couch eating doughnuts and drinking shakes.

They’re so great.
         
I have and always will prefer the past. You know not only MY past, but also MEDIEVAL TIMES past and the 80’s and the 70’s and the 60’s and the 50’s. Fashion from WAY BACK THEN was WAAAY better, too. The economy was not screwed up back then. I don’t get over things easily. If you tell me I look like Selena Gomez {I don’t, by the way} I will probably be traumatized for years to come. Wow. I surprise even myself.


Take the EVEN STEVENS SHOW, for example. So hilarious. I mean, I love that show. Then they had to come and substitute it with DISGUSTING shows like WIZARDS OF WAVERLY PLACE and HANNAH MONTANA. And I’m not just saying they’re disgusting because I hate the protagonists.
But it has to do with that, too.
I’ll admit to that much.
Not to mention that celebrities back then were better looking. Most of them anyway.


I am so full of traumas. It’s really not funny. Well, maybe to you. But not to you. You should seriously stop laughing.
Right about now.

-Karen

The Story Of How I Almost Drowned and Died.

        Well, recently the weather has been one mega big piece of retarded. First it’s incredibly windy with a bit of drizzle… then it goes ahead and pulls a Kanye West, and out of nowhere this hot Palm Springs weather comes out.

Not that I don’t love it, though. All day I kept on repeating, “Oh my gosh, don’t you just love this flipping weather? It’s like Palm Springs!”
         Sadly, not many of them have been to Palm Springs. Not that they’re really missing out on much… last time I went, which was about five years ago, the big highlight was the massive Soak City trip, which was also where that was the first time I got a concussion, too.


Sure, I’ll tell you my pain story. So, back then, I was kind of a grumpy kid. You know, when you’re growing up you think you know everything, correct? Well, that’s what I thought {that I knew everything, that is} and on that trip, I wanted everything to go my way because I was right and I knew everything.

But we’re tired, honey, let’s stop and have some ice cream!


No, we’re going to the lazy river. Now.


Hey, we’re kinda hungry, don’t you want some pizza? I’ll throw in some Dippin’ Dots, too! You said you wanted some!


No. We’re going to the Tidal Wave Tower.

So, yeah, I was a pretty strict chick way back when…
         Anyway, so since I was a strict girl, I wanted to go where *I* wanted to go. And I wanted to go to the giant green dark waterslide where it’s pitch-black most of the time. But, of course, I wasn’t about to go by myself. So I asked to my dad to come with me. And he did. And I asked him to go behind me in the raft.

"But, I think it would be best for me to go in front. You know, since I’m heavier… I can steer it better!”
“No, dad, it would be best for you to go in the back, so it’s heavier in the back, and we will go steeper faster!”

Now, those were probably my exact words, and now that I think about it, I’m sure we went slower than everyone else.
We waited in line for almost fourty-five minutes {that ride is populaaaaaaaaar}, and finally when it was our turn, we sat on the little floating thingamabob and slid. I tried to steer as much as my body allowed me, but it didn’t help—we were going to fast, and my tiny little eight-year-old body was no help.

After what felt like a minute of sliding down and turning crazily in the dark, there was a big turn—a huge turn that made our little raft turn completely over… I hit my head on the ride and I’m sure I actually passed out for like fifteen seconds… my dad, being much heavier, slid right past me. And I was a dead girl in a pitch-black slide, with water running down it, and I was going down lazily.

Then, I hit the end and I fell into the incredibly deep pool. After realizing I was still down there without resurfacing for about ten seconds, I finally came up and lazily swam to the edge of the pool. My mom was waiting by the steps with a towel.

“Ay Dios Mio, Mija, what happened to you?!”

      She told me I had a huge bump on my forehead that looked really purple. I felt like passing out again, too… But they sat me down, and asked me how I felt. I told them that I felt like I was slowly dying.
        They took me to the little nurse’s office in the park and they just told me to sit for a few minutes with an ice pack on my forehead. After that I felt great and my energy came back, but I still had an ugly bump on my forehead.


And that is how I realized my parents are smarter than they seemed to me. And that is also how I almost died and drowned.

-Jessica Sandoval

Sweet Sixteen

It’s amazing how much “Samantha” from “Sixteen Candles” and I seem to be SO ALIKE.

Well, we’re not the exact same age… but weirdly enough were going through the same things… We like a guy who doesn’t know we exist. Her sibling gets all of the attention almost. We both wear cute clothes!!!! Ha-ha, just kidding… Ah, not really.

I love how it ends… And I think it’s cute that he slowly starts to like her…

That’s where were not alike, sadly…

- Anonymous

"Making Dear old mistakes"

This is mostly directed to the girls…but it’s open for boys to read too.


Why is it that when a boy- wait, scratch that- a guy acts like they like you, we girls get all happy and tingly inside? Our eyes twinkle and we coo in awe whenever our crushes flash us a stunning smile. It happens… a lot. What does it mean when you catch a guy staring at you and he quickly looks away or holds his stare and smiles? Really, what does it mean? In our minds we’re thinking “Omg, I think “So and so” likes me!” Hey, he might. But maybe he doesn’t.


You don’t know this guy all that well, but whenever you get the chance to talk to him you try to be flirty, funny, and cool. But for some reason, we just embarrass ourselves. And when that happens, you just want to beat yourself up. Automatically, you wish you could rewind and do it all over again. But seriously… That’s impossible.


I constantly wish I could rewind and do-over a bunch of things I messed up on. I’ve made many mistakes and that’s only the beginning. Honestly, I’m just getting started.


But what we need to do is not worry so much about relationships… If it happens, it happens. It’s all in God’s timing. And trust me; His timing is WAY different than ours…
We shouldn’t dwell on the past. We should learn from the mistakes that we made. Besides, you’re going to end up laughing about them anyway.

Pride and Prejudice…

What a movie, huh? The music is divine, the script is exquisite, and of course the cast is quite lovely. Especially Mr. Darcy… He was quite amazing too.


Keira Knightley’s mouth bothered me during the whole movie. Now I know that sounds REALLY mean, you know, since I had an under bite “once upon a time”, but I fixed it!!! That lady has enough money to get her mouth fixed! If I can fix mine, she can fix hers.


Anyways, every time I watch this movie, I always find something I’ve never noticed before! When I was watching it today I noticed Mr. Darcy’s glance at Elizabeth when he first saw her. He browsed as he strolled down the aisle, and when he saw her he looked back and stared with his deep blue eyes. Elizabeth bows, and then meets Mr. Darcy’s eyes. Mr. Darcy quickly looks away, and Elizabeth startled looks at him leave and laughs.
That’s cute.
I also loved the scene when they argue in the rain.


My last favorite scene is when they meet at the fields… The divine sunset… the exquisite music playing magnificently in the background… the lovely embrace… It just makes a girl want to meet a “Mr. Darcy”. Well, don’t worry girls; we will all someday meet our “Mr. Darcy’s”. Oh, and you boys out there… hmm… what can I say? *snaps* Oh, and you boys out there, someday you will meet your “Mrs. Darcy”. You may not know it now… But you never know… You may marry him or her, even if he or she is fairly tolerable.
-JJ

“Ding, Ding, Ding” Stupid alarm clock, I get it wake up. Staring up at the ceiling, waiting there hoping I’m dreaming about waking up, but sure enough a fat “NO!” flashes red in my mind. First day of school, another boring day to add to my now boring life. My parents totally want to ruin my life. I have to make new friends and well, act Christian like, I hate playing the hypocrite. I wasn’t so bad that they had to punish me by putting me at Disciple High but whatever, like my parents say “Life isn’t fair deal with it”.
Sighing, I look into the mirror checking my new uniform, disgusting. I scan over to my face and let out a BIG sigh, I guess this as good as it gets, freckled face, light blue eyes, crooked smile, and tangled blonde hair. Dad shouts lets go, so I run down the stairs and hop into the car. Disciple High shows up awhile later and a tight knot begins to form in the pit of my stomach. My dad says his little “it’s a new school, you’ll do great” speech and I get out of the car with a forced smile. I see new faces, new eyes, new awkward stares, and that’s when I hear my dad leave. My mind screams, “COME BACK!!!!!!!!” but no I take my brave step and start heading to the mob of “Hey, I missed you. How was your summer?” I stand in the corner and finally the bell rings, time to go to my first class, Math.
              Room 500 is spacious in a creepy and sad way. The walls scream “DECORATE ME!!!!!!!” and the chairs; well they scream “DON’T BY ANY CIRCUMSTANCES SIT ON ME, CUZ I’LL MAKE IT SEEM LIKE YOU FARTED”. Everything seems so unwelcoming until I see a pair of brown eyes, that let me tell you, pierces my angry heart. We make eye contact for what seems an eternity but is exactly 5 seconds. Yes, I know I have issues. My mind immediately accesses him, dark brown shaggy hair, rosy cheeks, tall and eyelashes that I would kill for. My heart starts pounding, oh my gosh is that sweat forming on my brow. I literally cannot breathe. He is walking towards me, what do I do, WHAT DO I FREAKIN’ DO????? Smooth silky words fall from his mouth, “Hey, you are new right?” Miraculously I say, “Yes”.

What’s your favorite cereal? OH… Really? Well, I like that one, too. Sometimes. (COUGHS- yeah, right.)

So today during class, everyone was talking about their favorite cereal. Then I got to thinking, “Nobody ever says Raisin Bran.”
That’s my favorite cereal.
And just because it has raisins and is not high in sugar or food coloring nobody likes it.
That sucks. The fact that nobody likes Raisin Bran.
Raisin Bran is such a great cereal. It’s high in fiber and I bet it’s totally dietical. I don’t know, I always feel so healthy after I have a nice bowl of Raisin Bran along with some toast with Nutella.
When I’m most depressed, when it seems like my well is too deep to ever get out of again, I have Raisin Bran with NutelladToast. Then all my worries go away.
Raisin Bran cereal is the absolute best.
Well, I actually have two favorites. Lucky Charms and Raisin Bran.
Except in Lucky Charms I only eat the marshmallows. The marshmallows being the best part.
My mother used to buy Lucky Charms for me all the time when I was younger. Then I got older and she decided I needed to eat healthier. Being a ‘GROWING’ child and all.
I never really grew too much.
At least I’m not fat.
Anyway, so now she only buys Frosted Flakes.
Once every blue moon.
She only buys Lucky Charms once every purple moon.
Which is never.
But she always buys Raisin Bran because my father likes it so she can never stop buying it.
That is good.
Like Raisin Bran.

-Karen

I just watched one two of the saddest videos. I’m very close to crying.

One of the videos was a Nanny, who was throwing stuff and slapping a poor innocent little infant baby. A BABY! I WANTED TO GO IN THERE AND SLAP THE CRAP OUT OF THAT TERRIBLE WOMAN! THANK THE GOOD LORD that this terrible horrible devil woman is going to jail. During the video all I could think was: “I REALLY hope the baby is ok.” And I was also thinking: “I hope this woman burns and dies.”

One of the other videos I watched was about a woman with a child at a car wash. She was spraying the poor child with one of the car wash hoses! She was pretty much drowning the poor thing.

How do these people sleep at night? How can they live their horrible lives knowing that they hurt a poor innocent child?

This world is so messed up it could make a tornado seem nice.

*Sigh* All we can do is pray for all these “people”. I can’t even call them people. They’re just ghosts to me. Lost, and forgotten souls.

-JJ

Funny Prank

This is a random funny video. HAHAHA. For more funny videos, just go to youtube.com and type in "funny Videos".

-FARFAN#27

Jedi...squirrels?

This picture really made me laugh when i first saw it. I had to ask myself..why does this make me laugh? Jedi Squirrels...the good versus the evil. Have you ever thought that maybe animals could take over the world? or that maybe they communicated to each other through a language? When I was a kid I really thought animals could talk. All of those Disney Movies really messed with my head. I mean c'mon... what cartoon child Disney movie does not have an animal talking in it.. Lion King, Aladdin , The Little Mermaid, the list goes on and on and not even to mention Micky MOUSE, Disney's central theme character. Disney has caused me so much emotion scaring ! I actually love Disney classic's but is this picture funny to you? if then..why?

- Alex Howard

PERTAINING TO THE WORLD’S SORRY EXCUSES FOR HEROES.

So I was thinking, right? Right. And I thought of all the superheroes that there are. And I was like, “Well, Batman is the best.” And some are like, “Spider- Man. All the way.” And then there are those which are like “Superman!!!!” and “Green Lantern!” and “Iron- Man. Yeah, he’s so great.” And tooons of others. No offense here, but they suck. All of them. They can’t beat Batman and Robin. Spider- Man is a goody- two shoes with a dead uncle and an ugly girlfriend and a best friend who still holds grudges. I mean, how lame is that?!

And Superman wears tights, can’t stand Kryptonite, and had no idea he had a son. How is he supposed to save you if he’s allergic to Kryptonite?! Green Lantern with a stupid light that will probably never save you from anything other than black outs. “All is well, citizens, I am here to save you from black outs!” Ha ha, I don’t think so. Lastly, Iron- Man, some pathetic excuse for a hero who is NOTHING without his robot suit.

So pathetic. Such disappointment.

Batman, however, does not let you down. So what if he’s mentally tormented? Apparently all heroes are. No, really. They all have traumas. All their parents die. It’s tragic. But funny. Anyway. Only Batman has good movies and shows. The other ones are all disgusting. And lame. And there’s no dramatic lines like:
“If you lose your faith in me, please don’t lose your faith in people.”
- THE DARK KNIGHT.

They have lines which express nothing more than limited education and terrible acting. Well, maybe not so terrible. But Batman is better. You know, he has no jurisdiction. I bet Green Lantern has jurisdiction. There is absolutely nothing more that I can say. Except, I’m still disappointed. And ALL YOU PEOPLE WHO THINK THAT BATMAN SUCKS! WELL, YOU SHOULD DIE. Well, no. But, really, are you blind?

Monkey!

I think it would be so sick to have a pet monkey. I would train my pet monkey to do tricks and get me water when I needed it. Then again you hear these tales and stories of the monkey going crazy and insane on the people who they love. I would not want a monkey like that I would like one that holds on to my leg all the time and sleeps on my shoulder when I go to sleep. Monkeys have tails that’s legit I wish sometimes we could have tails it would be like a third arm. Plus monkeys are so cool because they are amazingly like monkey us duh because they are a monkey. Well you guys tell me would you like a monkey.

Video to follow...

Anyways I came across this video I few months back when I was researching for a project I was doing for this class (creative writing). While I was researching for about 32451561561 hours I finally found this video. And I had already been crying from reading and watching sex trafficking reports. But for some reason this one was different. It didn’t make me cry, but it made me think. Like- hey I’m fifteen and I’m enjoying bring a virgin ß [hope I can say that] but there are girls out there that are getting the one thing that is theirs stripped away form them. And then there are girls that are just giving it away. Honestly ladies , I’m might be young and naïve but keep it sacred! If you think you’re a loosey floosey suzie then have dad by you a chastity belt have him keep the key. I’m sure he wont have a problem with that.

R-E-S-P-E-C-T

Respect, what is it? Are people just entitled to have it? Man I get that all the time. You may not like me but at least you should respect me. I demand your respect. I think that's BOGUS! People don’t deserve anything... it is completely EARNED. You do NOT get my respect just because you breathe, or go to school with me, or even birthed me. I think repsect can be lost by an action or quarrel. Just as it can be lost you can also earn it back. it takes time but you can it is just like trust. I think they kind of go hand in hand. You trust someone you respect and you respect someone that you trust.

my fear of the ocean is great yet i am drawn to it. Its one of those things where you have one bad experience and you are ruined. Completely ruined to the point of no return. The bad part about this fear is that i love the ocean. i love the beach, the sand and just how i feel when i am riding on top of the wave. It's incomparable to much things. With this great love and great fear i am limited. I am limited on how i can actually love and enjoy the ocean when i am corrupted by fear and anxiety. I believe this longing fear will never reach the end of its rope. It will cheep up when my guard is down and all my work all my improvement would not matter. It would vanish in the air and i will be back to square one. We don't always run away from fear. Sometimes we chase after it.
-Cobb

The Only One

Am i the only one afraid of the rapture... i mean im happy that there is going to be one and that i can finally be with God for eternity. but still i dont really know why its suck a scary strange thought. so i really hope that im not the only one with these kind of thoughts. i mean there are alot of "what ifs" like what if i only think im save but not really. i mean you can make your brain belive whatever it wants. like the plato's cave, the prisoners believed what they believed even though it wasnt the truth. sometimes i think about that, what if Christians are like the prisoners and Satan is pulling the ultimate trick... i know its not true. i know that Jesus is the only way to have salvation and gain eternal life. this was just something that came to my mind.

Who has the right to take a life? Who has the power to decide that fetus in the womb is not a "human being". And why are you taking a life that is not the choice for you to take. Abortion is murder. There is no way to justify abortion. Why end the life of someone for selfish reasons. " But it'll ruin my life" " I cant take care of a baby right now.. I’m too busy" Take responsibility of your actions

Be Free

I just want to be free
From all the pain and misery

I just want to let go
Of everything that keeps holding back
I’m waiting for the day to come
Where I can see their faces
Happy and shining again
And free from the misery

I just want to be free
From all the pain and misery
I don’t like how it’s going now
All this crap there throwing down
And expect me to do something

I just want to be free
From all the pain and misery
-Anonymous

Haha

BAHAHAHA! Have you ever noticed someone when they laugh? Especially when they laugh really hard? There are two things about it. Either they look happy and it makes you happy and wants to laugh too; or they kind of have that kind of ugly face where their eyes disappear into little chinks, their mouth stretch from their left ear to their right ear, and their face turns into different, pretty colors. But I was watching my friend yesterday busting out into laughter and it was pretty amusing. She was doing one of those laughs where you laugh so hard that your laugh turns silent, and all you can hear is gasps of air as you are rocking back and forth. Yeh’p it pretty much made me laugh as well. Laughter is something that we should all not hold back on. It IS medicine for the soul, and it can make a difference in how someone’s day is going. So go on about your day; don’t hold back if you want to laugh or even smile; so LOL all you want, and LAUGH OUT LOUD. [;

Right now, this second, all I can hear is pointless chatter. All I can see is what I call an empty desert with a bunch of trees and two dinky playgrounds.

I hate that stupid gate. I hate that noise when it slams. There are many things that I hate. I hate when people hang out with their “so- called” friends instead of their true friends.

I hate following. I am not a follower. I never will be. I hate posers. Ha, I know that sounds funny coming from me… but it’s the only word that comes to mind. I hate when people say they’re not something, but really, they are. In America, we call them liars, hypocrites, fakes… Sometimes… we even call them our friends.

At this moment, I hate tables, circles, and people. But remember, it seems to be only “at this moment”.

Right now, this dinky little notebook seems to be the only thing I can confide in. Ugh. Seriously, I can win an award for whining and being a big baby right now. But right now, I don’t give a care.

Right now, I’m sitting in an area where my friends never usually sit at. I didn’t and don’t want to sit their. I need a change. I bet your laughing at me.

I hate cliché, but I’m living in it. Or am I?

Is sitting alone bad? It may seem like torture to thousands of other teenagers out there, but it’s paradise to me.

Here’s a little bit about me:
I am…
A bird in a cage
A hopeless pathetic romantic
A clown
A nerd
A musician
A drama queen (seriously, I have a crown.) (JK)
A loner… but I love that.

The thing is I am a loner. I’m fine with that. Though I do love talking and being with my friends, I do have a little love for being alone. Because when I’m by myself I don’t have to worry about putting my stupid foot in my mouth. Which I seem to do constantly.

The wind blowing around me feels cold, but nice I guess. The clouds are weirdly… magnificent. That’s a big word for a BIG loser.

Is it true that every person will grow up to be like one of their parents? In the cases where our parents are far from what we want to be, what will we do? Sure, sure, we have control our destiny you know how many times I've heard that crap. Honestly I think we do, but we keep reminding ourselves that only to help rid ourselves of something. We spend so much time with our parents that it's hard not to be like them, it's in our very DNA. Honestly, I think the only way we can truly control our future is if we our walking the path with God. Who knows, right now every day seems to just keep flying by-to the point where I don't know what to expect around every turn.
- Miguel Guillermo Cervantes De Maria y Campos III
jk
Tyler Fuller

True Story:

in 1887 there was a man buying some turnip greens. he paid the clerk with a 20 dollar bill (don’t forget it was 1887 that is a lot of money today well over a hundred). the bill was wet because of the turnips and paint went off the bill. the clerk knew this man so she let him go. then she called the police and they announced that the bill was counterfeit. so a search warrant went to the house and found out that he made lots of counterfeits and was a master artist. he had 3 portraits that he painted. the portraits and the bills took about the same amount of time to draw them. they took the portraits and sold them at an auction for 16,000 dollars. Remember it is in 1887. if he just made more portraits instead of counterfeiting, he would of been rich if he sold his paintings. he was a thief but all he did was steal from himself.
think about this is it worth it to lie, and steal when God has a bigger plan for you.