All good things must come to an end..

I have to first and foremost thank Jeysel and Marcia for the invite. It felt good to finally leave the house, (and wake up early).

Saturday I went to the beach. It was me, Jessica, Marcia, Jeysel, and their families. It was nice to finally get some sun and smell ocean water again. Though the feeling of a "pee-pee pool" was okay too.

I've never in my life been to a clean beach with no seaweed and no cigarettes in the sand. And this occasion didn't change that. I loved it. We played football, "chicken-fight", and this "color game" I sucked at. We spent alot of time looking for water that wasn't so deep. (Jessica isn't very tall mind you..) But I had fun carrying Jessica all over the place in the water.
"Can you stand?"
"Yeah."
"You sure?"
"No."
Piggy back rides have never been so much fun. That day was one of the best days we've ever spent together. Just Ecstatic! I was so happy with her.

I am so happy with her..

Marcia's family is cool, and so is Jeysel's. Apparently they are connosuier's at Dance Dance Revolution, (a game I'm not a fan of, but it's always a joy to watch.) And Jeysel's grandparents are so warm and caring, (Very unlike my grandfather, who just watches TV and is in poor physical condition. But that's another story.)

I had to leave the beach early unfortunately...

And it was back home. Gave my mother her "stolen mangos" and they were gone after two minutes. I have to get my sister off San Andreas. She thinks she's all hard now, and quite frankly, I'm scared of her. She throws "gang signs" at me. And I gave Darryl a lesson in "burning images". I hope he enjoys "Total War: Rome".
..and I changed my background again. I didn't feel much for Mos.

(I've been having way too many dreams lately. I fear some of them, and the others are pleasant. Wonder what they mean?)

Saturday June 25th.. the beach. (Why did it have to end?)

"Baby I really, really love you now.."

Adventures in "Boredom"?

Disregard the last post, for you see.. it was pointless (and a test might I add)..
Greetings, salutations, and welcome to the new and (arguably) improved Kuroneko-Sama.Blogspot.Com, where I write about the minutiae of life that I find the time to dictate on the internet for the viewing pleasure of others. It took me a long time to finally get it done. So far I believe one person knows what the picture on the background is, and the song that plays. (Well amongst my circle that is.)

Anyway, moving on.. lately I've been reading alot of bullshit (excuse me) about being "bored" and at home. It's summer vacation and there is nothing worth doing, is what is basically being omitted. I say fuck that. Let me sum up quickly what a typical day of summer vacation is like for me..

(Starting with 12:00 A.M. midnight..)

On the phone..
(This may vary lasting to between 4:00 and 6:00 A.M. and if this does occur..)
Pop in a movie on the good ol' (excuse me) laptop..

(Between 4:00 and 6:00 A.M..)
Passed out asleep while the movie is playing.. or reading off of the internet/watching quick clips of "The Daily Show with John Stewart".. specifically a segment called "This Week in God" because I think religion is a joke..(yes, I am aware that was an asshole thing to say.. but fuck it it's 5:00 in the morning and I'm not lookin' to-).. moving on..

(Between 6:00 A.M. to 3:00 P.M.)
..snooze..
(very rare does it happen that I get up and do anything..)

(Between 3:00 P.M. to 5:00 P.M.)
Get up and "think" about showering. And if I do it's usually because I'm going out that night, and if I don't it's usually because I'm going out that night.(Does that make sense?) I don't eat anything till around 8:00 P.M. because my mom is out of a job until the school yea begins again and there is nothing to eat in the house. (But thats okay because I'm not ever so hungry I'll kill someone.)

(5:00 to 9:00 P.M.)
I go on-line, bug my sister usually insulting her mother and her sweet ass coo- (anyway..) (oh and evidently, yes I realize we both have the same mother, and yes I'm going to shower today..) I look for things to download, usually music and games. (And not the legally..) In this entire time I usually have to listen to my mother and her "regressed mind" ranting and raving things like "foonko poonko" and "D***** I don't like you" and my favorite" Bumbohead, you sicka wicka fookuh pookie".. Apparently I have a "Philasoph-uh-kee-kee with Bob Marley".

(9:00 to 11:00 P.M.)
I'm attentive of the telephone around this time.. (I could be doing a number of things at this point..) Practicing guitar, listening to music, spelling "music", thinking about what I want to do on my next "outing", playing a video game, reading, watching a movie about television, watching a television movie, watching a movie on television, watching a movie and television, watching television advertising a movie, watching a movie selling a television, watching a made-for-tv movie on television, watching myself type variations of "television", "movie", and "watch" in a variety of different combinations.

(11:00 to 12:00 A.M.)
On the phone.. hopefully.

What a day huh? (Yeah I admit, it's pretty self-indulgent of me to type what my average day is like, and in fact it's even "haughty"..) My point being, there is no possible fucking way anyone on Earth, (as big as it is) can be bored. If you are, you're pretty much not motivated to do anything. Hell I say, you can't have life pass you by, you have to go find it! I'll be damned if fun is just gonna come knocking on your door with a big smile your face and offer to suck your dick. That's just not gonna happen, no matter how much you pray it does, I know I have, and lord knows thats why I'm no longer catholic! (That last part was bullshit by the way.. I wasn't a catholic when I prayed for all that stuff to happen.) No, wait..

In conclusion umm.. fuck you if you're bored. You are most likely a boring person anyway.

That's all I have to say I suppose.

(Wow, I feel so ashamed to have written this entire post..
..I think I'll post it anyway.)

Tonight was fun.

Tonight was fun.

"Partying is such sweet sorrow." -Robert Byrne

Now was Robert Byrne a loser? Or did he know what he was talking about? He is also they sayer of
"Doing well is often a waste of time"..
"Getting caught is the mother of invention"..
"In order to preserve your self-respect, it is sometimes necessary to lie and cheat"..
And my favorite..
"Everything is in a state of flux, including the status quo"..

In the past three days, I've gone to my registrar's office, seen "some advisor" with a cockeye, and appeared in a job interview. Oh yeah, and attended a party.

I needed to see my registrar because I had to deposit money so that they know I'm going to their college. And someone put "criminal justice as my major but I wasn't down with that. And I needed to see an advisor for class selection, so they gave me this cockeyed hispanic lady who was real jolly. Very jolly. So.. very.. jolly. (For those of you who don't understand.. you still won't know what I mean by 'jolly'.)

And I had sent my resume out online for jobs. My mother helped me with it. One of the jobs called me after a day, and after a little phone tag, I finally got through.

I showed up to the job interview.
(And that's all I'm going to say about that.)

And finally the party, by Eduardo. Every honors student I know was there. Claudia, Suzanna, Mabel even. Shit. I mean how many people know that Suzanna can dance? Not many I bet. The others just sucked at it. There was also Laura (who was really working her boyfriend, and just looked distasteful on the dancefloor, which was about 7 by 7 feet of tile.) Joanna and Olivia showed up without any "boyfriend" thankfully, otherwise there literally would've been no one to dance with, because well.. it was a couples party.
I showed up with Darryl and Christina, and already we were the odd people out. I was surprised to see Adam, and then Random came with his brother (who just stood there thinking he was the only black person there), and after that fucking "Max and Andrew" came out of nowhere. It was a fucking crazy. I just kept thinking "This is a cockfest", right after I practiced 'Salsa' with Adam. God. So I left.

To eat with Darryl, is a great "feat". I wanted Taco Bell and he had the nerve to say, "Okay then I'll walk to Burger King". So we ate Burger King. (But he did get a free box of chicken tenders out of it, shaped like stars, lightning bolts, I think even hearts.. fag.) I told him I wasn't just gonna leave the party yet.. since Nina said "It's okay I'll find a ride". (She was DJing the whole time. No not with CD's, she had "Ares". A Napster like P2P file sharing network program to download music off of. Nearly every song they had came off of her downloading it.)

Ugh I need to learn some fucking spanish. Ref parties are hard to understand.

When we arrived, we eventually made the best of the party, and everyone left. Including us. Christina did a great job of saving the party with the music she played, and not boring everyone with the same fucking "Reggaeton" music over an over again. No alcohol thankfully, therefore no fighting. (How many times did I hear "The Woo"?) And Darryl did a great job of keeping the seats warm for everyone. (No no no he didn't sit down the whole time, he "broke it down" here and there.)

Post completed.

(...I feel like doing " the woo" now..
"..she just had dream. Nothing will come of it...")

A New Chapter

It's been a long time (once again) since I have updated. Since my last one, I have entered summer vacation, graduated, and looked for work. I have a resume and everything now.

Graduation wasn't all I thought it was "cracked up" to be. It seems the only thing I can say about it is "Hey guess what? I graduated.. now ask me if I care." I'm glad I did but, I don't really feel te enormous loss of not going back and all. (In fact, I hated walking around in those hallways, not making eye contact, and being approached by people I didn't really want to talk to and felt obligated to engage in "forced conversation".. but it was cool.) I find "comfort in discomfort" anyway.. To sum up graduation, I sat down on stage where no one could see me.. The climax of it all? I got up, walked, walked, walked up to the principal who has a "Tony the Tiger" complex, took a quick picture shortly after my hat "cap" fell, then sat back down. And to end the ceremony, I threw my cap somewhere and lost it. (I wanted to keep the tassle too, but fuck it I guess.) " No sense in living in the past." (Something pretty screwy that I tell myself to feel better.) And that was graduation. I took lots of pictures, but not as many as I wanted..

Well. It's been four days since I have graduated, and I haven't showered since. I think I'll get to that tomorrow, I just haven't had the time. The only things I've done so far are the usual going out with Darryl and Christina, and this once in a blue moon bowling with Jessica and Health. (Wanted to get to talking with Jeysel more.. it's aways a good conversation with him.) Anyway, I've been sending out my resume everywhere, (which looks pretty impressive to your average garden variety idiot who knows nothing about computers.) It hasn't been a week yet.

I haven't really been talking much to my old friends (I'm referring to my friends from high school whom I never had the notion to speak with outside of school.) Andres got a new car, an RSX, Cris is still alive, (..amazingly. It's a shame he didn't graduate with us,) Ryun is still Ryun, and a whole mess of others I have no idea about. Manuel's going to the airforce, (I don't really care, he's a sellout anyway..) and his brother moved to Pembroke Pines. Alex, hmm.. I wouldn't mind getting into contact with him again. Darryl.. I'm worried about. (I'm very worried about him. I can't really put my finger on why. I spoke with him once regarding the "trio", or me, Nina, and himself. And he wasn't very optomistic about it.) Christina is on a cruise right now! Ugh! Well I hope she has fun over there. I wanted to see Amanda again. Haven't spoken to her in so long.

And then there are all the little freshmen and sophomore people I used to know but don't really care about. "Talkin' bout", "I'm going to miss you", and "Don't leave!", "Keep in touch". I don't really give a shit about them anyway. I've already come to terms with "The world is a big place, stop living in your little world." Because to them, High School is all they have. To them, if they didn't have friends, if they didn't have some new thing to conform to they would all be in chaos. Suicide. (Something I learned a long time ago.. around middles school..)

(Wow this entry is getting pretty long. Oh how much I love this laptop. I'm typing this right now in my dining room while my mother is watching her novela "La Mujer en el Espejo".)

Oh well..
(..I need a new guitar.)