The People

Argentina ;
Tango, musical spanish, delicious food, and beautiful people. Its not what I would use to describe a third world country. The reality of it is that Argentina is (to me) the most wonderful place on earth because of the people in it... and it is also one of the most unfair and cruel "hell-holes" out there.
The systems here, whether they be political, economical, or educational, are so unorganized. Here you can´t even pay your bills without waiting in a line for at least an hour. Oh but the people are so patient.. and they don´t start a law suit over how long they had to stand in the cold. Here there are more stray dogs that one can imagine.. and even more stray children and families. They live in homes with rooms that are not fit to house one person, made of tin metal, and they wear shoes if they're lucky... but they don´t run to their mothers and say that the food is gross and cold. Most people here don't have I-Phones and I-things... but they don't seem to think its the end of the world. They´d rather go over to their friends house and watch a game of soccer. The people have friends from their infancy... and they can laugh about things that happened in elementary school. Everyone knows someone worth knowing. Everyone has a friend (except for the president - she has to force people to come to her speeches). So why wouldn't I go live there? Why would I live here in the US? For the cars, the schools, and the comforts of living? Argentina is where my family is but here is where I've lived my life - it's where I'm comfortable. The decision is tearing me apart.. but I think I'm still sane.

High Expectations

Sometimes I just feel so... weighted by everything. My teachers, my parents, and my friends have such high expectations for me but whyyyyy. I wish I had a book called 'The answer to the question "why"'. I should write it - you know, its easier to give advice than to take your own. Today I wore a pretty dress... why? Its not like Id expect to meet someone that would come up to me and say "Dear me! What a pretty dress you have there!" and then they'd whisk me away into the sunset. Uhm thanks but no thanks Id rather have some sweet potato french fries. Why cant teachers just give us a break? Hello we have other classes and yes, families to deal with so whats the big deal? Why do people starve and why can I not go and help them - now? Why can't we all be friends forever and  have a good time and not have drama or deal with wars or the economy or certain times of the month or bad people? Why can't I have high expectations in myself and say that yes I will make a huge difference in the world? Whyyy??... I probably must sound like a little kid. Imagine if I said why to someone, they'd say "Because. That's why." Actually maybe it is just "because". And you know what? The bus driver today told me he really liked my dress. He said it looks so natural and down to earth. Then he whisked me away to my bus stop where I walked to Venice from...which technically was towards the sunset. It all works out doesn't it ? :)

Drugs are 'no bueno'

Young Wild and Free aka (Teenage Horny and Out-of-Control). I don't drink I don't smoke but why the heck do I LOVE this song (besides the fact that some of my favourite people listen to it all the time). Maybe its because I'm young and I can say that I like having a good time  

even if I look like an idiot doing it.

 

*Venting venting la di da* And after all that venting I realized that I really am SO friggin lucky and have the most wonderful people in MY life –yes mine all mine. 

They’re… the jelly if I’m the peanut butter,

the weird music on my laptop,

the strings on the guitar,

the night time to my day time,

the ‘h’ in my HR’s (the ‘R’ to my RBI’s),

the perfect match to an ‘apples-to-apples’ description,

the cheese to my macaroni,

the cream to my sour,

the puff to my coco,

They’re all the reasons that I am SO friggin lucky.

Eat that.

"OK." (The Things You Write When You Are Bored)

Text : (I miss you) but anyway one of my best friends is going out with this really nice girl! I'm so happy for him!

Reply: cool

Text: are you busy? cuz I mean I am too.. I have AP euro but when I'm done I get to see you!

Reply: ok.

Text: OK. COOL.
(peace out muh fuh kuh)

I HONESTLY do not understand why people even respond when they dont plan on continuing the conversation. Is it really that hard to add a smiley face or maybe a question. OH but I also realllly dislike the "so how was your day? fine and yours? good. whats up? nm u?" SERIOUSLY????? ... (wow I sound like one of those texing addicts im really not im more of a "wanna save the world with me?" addict or something of the sort).

so I may seem really mad but it's just frustrating. so for your information (to my one follower [which i adore]) that if I don't respond to you its because I feel like the conversation is going nowhere OR that I am easily distracted and a bit of a dummy doodie-head (but you already knew that).

Moving on... sooo  I was wondering...
Whats the point of staying mad? Or being mad at all? This is not in fact directed at anyone in particular but just a random question I ask myself because I don't see the point. Does being mad lead to anything good? No. So why do we find ourselves being upset? Its a question therefore I have no answer. All I know I can do is avoid being mad all together. I can't remember the last time I was mad at anyone. Maybe a little peeved like with the Texting situation or when I don't understand things in life. I like understanding sooo enlighten me.

My i-need-to-do-this-and-say-things-this-way-so-i-can-feel-better-again rant.

SO can someone explain to me this? Or this? Explain to me anything really because I am TOO confused. So they say don’t judge a book by its cover... alright so I read the book and I'm in a trance. But then the librarian tells me I have to return the book? Let me make this a bit clear. The book is a boy and the librarian is my best friend. Well I think she still is. I dunno. So I messed up. BIG WOOP but CMON can I just get a break? Can we extend the Due Date? Now that I think of it Due Date is a movie I saw with my best friend and the book. It’s with Robert Downey Jr. and Zach Galifianakis and well it’s a movie about this guy who gets stuck with this pain in the ass but in the end it all works out and he enjoys what comes out of the experience. In this situation I’d be the pain and I don’t know if in the end the person that was stuck with me is going to enjoy the crap I put her through but maybe shell see that its actually not a big deal (I think I make her want to shoot me in the foot). 

First of all MAY I JUST SAY i don’t like parties where people are drinking and drunk before the party even starts. Why would you drink to get drunk? Maybe it’s some sort of escape from reality but uhmmm moviiing onnn. So yah this party that I went to was boring - would you leave if you were bored? I felt like the pair of jeans in the rack of leggings. My friend was a pretty pair of leggings so I left her hanging. I KNOW kinda mean but what was i supposed to do? Try to blend in? So i went to watch the movie Tarzan with the book aka the boy- take it as you like it (which is also a book by Shakespeare about finding who you are in a world of fakes). Tarzan is all about finding your place, where you fit in and being happy there. Being king of your jungle. 

SO explain to me why I can’t be queen of the jungle? Why can’t I be happy all the time? Why can’t people stop stealing my textbooks at school? Why can’t teachers start answering questions for me (that implies explaining them and doing their job)? And why can’t everything just be ok? Be ok Be ok. hmm sounds like a song by Ingrid Michaelson.

Explain to me why my school is segregated and why everyone likes to live up to their stereotypes. The white people are gossiping-say-it-behind-your-back-wear-pretty-clothes people that go to parties and act nice to one another and the blacks wear their pants so low you probably couldn’t see their swagged out shoes. Not everyone is like this but come to my school. Check it out. Hamilton is like a bag of Chex-mix that has been sorted out so that every different snack is separate from the others. DUDE can we just mix and mingle? Sure we can. Now I’m just rambling. 

The point of all of this is to understand... Why not? Why? Why at all? JEEZE (is that even how you spell it) can’t I just be allowed to be happy my way? 

LET ME GO let me be who i want to. So what if I want to go off and live with African natives and learn the language and play drums during an African wedding. So what if i want to feed the starving. Let me talk about what bothers me until I can start taking action. Don’t support me if you don’t agree don’t smile at me if you don’t like me. Actually that was stupid. Ok let me fix that. Smile. But smile with the intention that you want to like me eventually. Smile only if you plan to try to push our differences aside. Let me be the book worm. Let me like the book. Let me walk a little farther away from where we usually walk... walk with me. 

I’m always here for you. Don’t be afraid to be mad at me. Talk to me. Silence kills.

Stay silent if you intend to kill me just know I’m quick enough to get away from the silence. Don’t be silent. 

Be heard. Let me hear your reasoning. 

On April 25th... We can all come together.

The Protection Plan from INVISIBLE CHILDREN on Vimeo.

Watch the video... it explains everything. I am so happy there are people in this world who are ready to speak up (or in this case, be silent) for what the know is right. You can too.

The Pianist Will Never Know

What is UP everyone?? hahah just kidding no one follows this blog :) sooo this is awkward if someone is actually reading this but thanks a bunch :)
So you know those movies that make you want to scream because that will never happen?!?! Like the one where the cute guy bumps into the girl and picks up the books for her, the girl that he sees for who she is and likes her for her flaws no doubt. No I'm not looking for a twilight moment, but maybe something from the notebook or a walk to remember. It would be nice to think that the pianist that I met not too long ago would someday run into me in a coffee shop (only I don't like coffee so I'd be drinking hot chocolate) and ask to have a seat at the table with me. Wed go on about how we'd been lately and then he'd tell me that when he first met me I left an impression on him and he'd like to see me again.

*sigh* (out of a movie I knowww but who cares. Honestly I'm only human, It wouldn't hurt anyone if something like that did happen.) *knock on wood*

Know what the best part is about NO ONE following my blog? I can say whatever I want and I am the only person that knows I said it. Anthony will never know that I don't really sing in coffee shops but rather at Hollywood Rock Academy along with my friend Sofia Maldonado who plays the guitar.
He'll never know that I love to read but I get so easily distracted that I read the equivalent of ten books annually (if you add all of the books I read half way), he'll never know that I am out of my mind crazy about me :) and that anyone that feeds my ego has me under their spell (over exaggeration). He would think this is weird and Id wish I could explain to him that it was just a sincere thought of mine but he'd never bother to read this - or would he? *delete all* haha
Movies MUST be based on things that can happen... right?
So now you know -not really - and I'm completely fine with that :)