my diary

this is the only thing i can do to stop me from crying.
ive already tweeted too many thoughts that even I'm annoyed at myself.
but its only the second week of school, and my AP classes has me in my own version of
"Mission Impossible." this is so ridiculous. I'm on the verge of tears.
it's 11:24 pm and i still have to print an essay, annotate it, study a memory verse,
and somehow memorize 17 environmental science vocabulary terms.
i get it, its like college. but guess what? in college you have about 3 classes per day,
all scheduled around your own time, and you dont see the same teacher (most of the time)
again the next day. my teachers need to understand that they cant pack us with so much
homeowork every night, knowing we have 6 other classes to do work for as well, and with an
average of 6 hours to do homeowork. impossible. it truly is.
im gonna quote my friend and say, "as the days progress and my sleep becomes shorter, im going to start looking more and more everyday like a crack whore."
couldnt have said it better myself.

humphh

hello hello

im back again.

and dissappointed.

one reason i enjoy tumblr more than this: i have more than one follower who looks at my posts.

i dont mean to get mad at thin air, but this is probably the only place i can vent and no one will see it.

so what now?

i'll keep waiting. ill return every once in a while.

this will probably be my last post for a couple of weeks.

im starting school monday. back to my usual stressed out routine.

and everyday for the next six weeks, Monday- Thursday, i'm gonna be going to boot camp.

i have mixed feelings about that.

but i hope it'll be all worth it when im looking lovely (y)

goodnight my lovebirds.

ttfn

humph

i will admit, im getting a bit tired of this. just a little. sorta.

even though i love blogging on here more than i do on my tumblr, its still kind of depressing. when will at least one more person follow me? this is just like twitter. only famous people get the followers. at least on tumblr, you have some followers. if i had as many followers on here as i did on tumblr (66) i would be sooooo ecstatic. it would be ridiculous. but oh well, i wont give up. i promised myself i wouldnt give up on this & i wont. even if my 50 years old & i still have 1 follower, i wont give up.

rain, rain, come again.

here i am, doing nothing these rainy days. and yet, they are the days i enjoy the most. and yet i scream to leave the house. i'm so contradicting. but then again, i never make sense. and what do i spend my days doing? well, instead of doing my summer reading, fixing and stiching up my bookback, ordering my books, and plenty of other things, i spend my days stuffing my fae out of boredom, skipping exercises, and watching jake gyllenhaul play the prince of persia. well enough about me, i doubt youre so interested. eventually, ill post more photos of europe. goodnight

Ahorra es hora para el tango

Barcelona, Spain. probably the one city where i felt the most..."comfortable." i guess that's the word. long story, short: they spoke spanish, i speak spanish...therefore it was easy to communicate unlike in france or italy...or austria!!

but this is a lovely city, with great spirited people, who love their culture just as much as their religion.