Rambling Baby

Like every other I night for the past week, I cant seem to fall asleep. Currently I am listening to Miguel’s station on Pandora. Since I cant fall asleep for what ever reasons I shall ramble on until I am bored of this.

Oh by the way I GRADUATED BABY! I GRADUATED with the GREATEST PEOPLE OF ALL TIME, Kiana and Carlos! I was reminded of that two nights ago in a dream. Basically in the dream, we had just graduated and there was a celebration at our school. The celebration was banging and everyone was having a good time. Somehow me, Kiana, and Carlos were living together with my grandparents in an ex-friend of ours house.(how did that happen idk) So I was there charging my phone and my grandparents came to us talking about its time to go to the hospital. So I leave my phone home (did i forget to mention the house was right on the side of the school and the hospital was right across from the school). When we made it there, for whatever reason, everyone was going in the elevator two at a time. So it gets down and its me, rashuan and this random dude. Rashaun was ahead of me so he was supposed to go in with dude but he didnt. To make a long part of this story short people in the line started to get frustrated and i went in with someone else. Then Kiana gets me out of the elevator and I was like I need my phone so we left and I never got the chance to go see who ever I was going to see.

I guess this dream does have a meaning because everything is connected. Our school, the house, and the hospital.

how was I reminded that they were great well I said it in the dream and shit I say it almost everyday!

Oh happy day.

Today was beautiful! This girl honestly made my day. This girl, a girl who I thought forgot my name, reminded me of some of the good things I do for people. Honestly I was bummed out about somethings but she made it better!!! I’m always reminded of the bad things I do to people but honestly I do a lot of good for others I care about. For example, I will not allow my friends to fail at something they want. It was nice of her. She doesn’t even know she made my day. Im sounding like a fag bag but Im just happy.

May 12 

In about a week I will be graduating. I’m excited for what this summer might bring. Right now I can’t decide on whether I will stay here for the summer or go back home, but whatever I decide on I will not miss the opportunity to have fun. I might take this time to travel. Miami? Maybe even California. Wherever I go i shall run on sand as if I’m on baywatch, slow and dramatic. ;) I know I veered way of track but I don’t really have anything to say about my senior year. I have gotten closer to people I’ve known the entire 4 years and a few teacher, lost a friend, and did what I had to do to get through the year. It wasn’t an amazing experience but it wasn’t all that bad. I will have to give prom it’s own post because entirely too much happened that night.

April 18, 2012

I adore people who are not afraid to let all of their walls down and show the world who they really are. I adore people with creative minds, in fact I envy them. I wish I possessed the ability to articulate what I am feeling in such a creative way that it speaks to even the most self centered person. If only I had a way with words. Lately, I have really been into the poetry scene; it’s quite calming to hear someone other than the people around me stories. I wish I had their ability to play with words and appeal to others senses. If only, If only I possessed such an amazing set of skills. Actually instead of wallowing on the maybe’s I will focus on actually attaining these skills. Anyone willing to help me?

Proud

I’m proud of everyone that I’ve had the pleasure of meeting through my high school years. We have grown so much it would be almost impossible for anyone to believe that we were these annoying and immature freshmen three years ago. I do believe we have a lot more growing to do, but right now I just can’t help but be proud.

Changes…

I’ve decided to turn this blog into my own personal journal. Well, technically speaking it will not be “my own” as in only I will see it, but “my own” as in the accounts of my life that I deem important enough to talk about. Considering that I write more than I reblog pictures, it only makes since….