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