a month and some change

since i have last posted. arda imed me last night and one of the firs things he asked was why havent you blogged in a while? and i got it a couple of times before. i guess now i am finally in the mood.

i just cleaned my room. well, somewhat. i have been cleaning my room for over a month now. im remodeling. well, atleast to me it is. i have managed to clean our my blue standing shelf thingy and put my 60+ t shirts in it. that was some task. cleaning up all the hangars on the ground was no easy task. And i organized my closet! it goes: oxford polos that were signed, shorts, pants, 2 oxford shirts( really all i have and need), hoodies, long sleeve shirts, nice shirts, and then some other crap. im proud. it took me about 5 hours today.

i cleaned out the stupid little school desk i had in my room. i found some old notes meaghan and carmen had written and stuck in there. that was interesting. no chodes though so thats good.


i bought gears of war 2 yesterday and i still havent played it. i read the manual. probably wont play till next week. ive come to be thankful for the patience my parents have instilled in me.


i watched 3 movies yesterday. it felt great. i did feel bad that 2 of them were still in theaters and that i already had them on my computer but i will pay them back one day. I am going to go into the movie industry if you did not already know. I will either be in the business side of movies and maybe manage actors, or i will go into the creative side and pursue writing perhaps. One way or another that is my goal right now. So anyways, the movies. The first and best one i watched was the Wrestler. I had been reading up about the movie since summer and was so excited when Fox picked it up. I dont know Mickey Roruke but I have heard bits and pieces about his life and the fame he used to have, and if it is all true then this certainly is his comeback. Wow was his performance good. I felt so sad at points and the loneliness that he was feeling on screen transfered to me and made me miss tara. I thought that was a little special. The ending was also quite good. no worries i wont spoil it but its just one of those personal interpretation endings where you have to decide what happens. The movie should be nominated for best film and i am deeply pissed that it is not, but i hope he wins best actor. Please watch it. The second film was Slumdog Millionaire. Sadly, my parents watched it the night before and said it was good, so yeas they beat me to it. Madarchod means mother fucker for anyone who is interested. And Chuteyah is "cunt" as my mother so proudly told me. The movie was good. The style by how it was told was very impressive. however i dont think it was better than the wrestler and it just makes me angry that it is nominated and the wrestler is not. the main character sometimes resembles my brother. Movie was good. Last movie was Changeling. Clint Eastwood really makes good movies. It was sad and very well acted. And the fact that it is a true story and took place in mira loma is really cool. Well not cool but just it adds something. I dont like Jolie but she did well. And John Malkovich is always kick ass. Watch it. Dont worry, she doesnt cry throughout like arda said he heard.


i have heard love hurts on the radio about 5 times a day. i dont know why it is suddenly getting popular but i do not mind, it is quite a song.

im currently worried about my college. i dont believe i am getting accepted to the school i want. oh well.

i am hating this semester and cannot wait for my three day weekend which marks the end.

my dogs are barking like mad right now. i still love them though. hazel ate a part of my persian rug. thats pretty fucked up. hehe my brother just yelled at them.


i am glad i have someone that makes me so damn happy. thanks for that.


i miss my old friends. i mean they ( or you if you are reading) are all still my friends. i just miss em. n it has felt for a while now that the younger ones have replaced me. but oh well.

I think i messed up my relationship with Mr Ramirez. it has been buggin me for a while now. i feel bad. not sure what to do.

i want to write so much more now that i have started, but i should stop. well actually fuck it i have no one to appeal to with length right now. no pun intended.

my dad is so old. it is like he can only do one thing a day now. i worry about my parents.

my sister wants to adopt a child. shes afraid of child birth i think. shes always been afraid of pain. haha my dad was all "i am not in favor of their adopting" that cracking me up.

i love love.

i have this feeling that i am going to end up alone in the end. and it scares me.

i should have had a table of contents for this blog post so that if people read it, they could just skip to subjects that interest them.

peace