but seriously the radio has not offered me a single new track that I fell in love with. And now that dance beats are becoming more popular in the US, well I think it’s awesome, but legit I look at the iTunes music store and then look at my own library and can’t help but scoff at how long it took for the songs and artists to get big. Sorry, I just had to vent! I’m happy for the artist’s success and I wish them all the best.
5 days to make a youtube video or two ;) (be excited!!!)
5 days to make the most of everything, and then the time after that.
And now for something completely different! I hate when my head and heart have conflict. How silly, I have peers that may or may not read this blog, and yeah it has some personal stuff, like this very post (HA!), but I think everyone can relate. Dear readers of this blog, let me tell you the most hopeless story ever.
Once upon a time I went to an All-state banquet for soccer. And it was like shameful kinda bc i was only second team. Granted, I only played half the season, so in reality it was quite the feat, but no one else knew that. I no longer had my awful leg brace to show my battle wounds that I had sustained and as a result disallowing me to legitimately earn my way to the First team all-state squad. How petty of me i just complained about being on the all-state selection. Well moving right along…
There was this one boy who kept winning awards and from the very first moment I saw him I was like, “This kid, I would consider dating”-this is based off of looks. What a stylish white sweater he was rockin. bahaha I’m so creepy and now the internetz knowz x.x
Well, the day progresses and it turns out he’s some ballin child. All-new england and that jazz I was becoming more and more infatuated with him. It was awful. So at the end of the whole all-state ordeal my chatty father (he will literally [and by literally I mean not literally, silly idea isn’t it?] talk your ear off!) is talking to his coach. I feel like at that point everyone wanted to get the heck outta there and head home, seeing as most of the people in attendance were in what is considered the middle of nowhere. Somehow I get lodged into the conversation and I’m talking with his coach, only a couple words, but I did want to get out of there, and who knows how long my dad had been chatting with this award-winning coach. Well in the end everyone peaced out. Turns out this dream boy of mine carpooled with his coach, so he was lingering while I briefly told his coach of how I tore my ACL blah blah blah.
And that was that. I remembered his name and decided that I was never going to see him again.
But then I did see him again. Wicked lame, I gave his pizza while I was working at the pizza place I used to work at. I was so nervous. He was watching me get his two slices of cheese, which were being particularly difficult, and me? I was freaking out. Literally shaking. Which I can’t believe I just admitted! He had his soccer stuff on clearly just coming from a game over at the nearby fields where our soccer club plays. It was busy, but I went out of my way to hand deliver his slices of cheese in his to-go box. He was with his mom, how cute….
I replay this moment all the time in my head. I walked over with his box in tow. A grin spread across my face, half nervousness, half trying to be charming, ha! He smiled back, which tried and tested, not everyone smiles back. And with the eye contact test, he looked away bashfully. Solid signs. Signs that I keep replaying in my head. All for a boy that I will never ever see again. This sucks. I have to get over a boy that I didn’t even date wtf is wrong with me?!
Uggh so for college I’m vowing to be the person that I want to be. No more seizing up, being nervous, incapable of holding a conversation with absolutely anyone. I’m going to be weird, kooky, crazy, and most importantly not a slore (slut + whore). slore. whore. slut. yagotthat? No more caring. Do what I want. Ignoring the pressures to the best of my ability. No more worrying if people like me. If I have the right shoes, the right jacket, the right brand, the right, face. All that matters is what I want and what my teachers want from me, (education & effort!!!). bring. it. on.
I recently found out that Kansas Dan thought I had a thing for him! I tell people that our relationship is strictly platonic. And it is! Rafa and his Fam are the bomb. Not to mention loaded ($$$)! but yeah he’s a pretty funny kid once you get to know him. I cannot wait to head back over there!
It appears their family loves me too which is awesome as well. I hope that in another two years I can go back to Spain.
Porqué me encanta España, bueno, EspañaPEROPaís Vasco!
El amor para el fútbol
El idioma es bonito
La gente parecen de morales buenas
La vida cotidiano
Bueno, eso es todo ahora pero, es seguro k hay mas de que no puedo pensar en ese momento.
Oh, another joke of the day! Tuenti ha ponido un botón de “Me Gusta” Mucho como Facebook no? jaj me hace reír.