Track Meet

I watched Rusty's track meet today. Before today I had never watched one and I was excited...especially to see my baybehh (and it was the first time in 4 years that there was a track meet at Jeff, on the new field too!)! All his races consisted of the hurdles. I stood in the sun cheering him on =) Good job today babe. Jeff hella squashed Mission HS! I swear, I had never ever seen people run so fast in my life! I felt sooo bad for the other team. Hella kawawa =(....I know how they feel tho...haha in swimming, I eat their fucking bubbles!

Speaking of swimming, there's a swim meet tmrw. I think I'm timing...or score if they need me too.

Anyways, after the meet Rusty and I ate at L & L. Still, no rice for me...just a side of macaroni salad and some of his chicken. Then we waited for his mom to pick him up and so we waited in the car and made funny faces.

All the while I'm at school/out, my mom calls and tells me she's at Gilroy with my cousin and the babies. AHHHHHHHH!!! I wanna go shopping soooo bad! EH. Well, at least she's getting me something. =/

Beautiful Surprise by India Arie

It's like yesterday
I didn't even know your name
Now today
You're always on my mind
I never could have predicted that I feel this way
You're beautiful surprise
Intoxicated every time I hear your voice
You've got me on a natural high
It's almost like I didn't even have a choice
You are a beautiful surprise

Whatever it is you came to teach me
I am here to learn it cause
I believe that we're written in the stars
I don't know the future hopes
But I'm living in the moment
And I'm thankful for the man that you are, you are, you are
You are everything I ask for in my prayers
So I know my angels brought you to my life
Your energy is healing to my soul
You are a beautiful surprise
You're the inspiration to my life
You're the reason why I smile
You are a beautiful surprise

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One of the only things that's been good to me lately. Year one, April 21, 2009.

ahh, now a REAL blog

So once we get back to school on Friday from the fieldtrip...I don't plan on going to 7th period...wtfuck? who would? So I just go to my car and try calling up Tracy to meet up and chill or something...'cause I'm gna be by my fucking self on a mothafucking Friday 'cause Rusty has practice and... (whatever).

So Rusty leaves for practice..and I'm sitting in my fucking car waiting for Tracy's replies...and it's getting me nowhere. "We're not gna end up hanging out" I'm thinking. So I text her saying "Fuck it. Nvm, I'm just gna go home"...I decide maybe to wait for Rusty to get out of practice...so I sit....in my car...ALONE...waiting, for what seems to feel like HOURS. But I' m pretty sure, I was in that bitch for at least an hour waiting for a GAHDAMN miracle to happen. But it didn't. I remember eating my fucking feelings out with chocolate cake knowing that other people are "having the time of their life" right now, with no worries and not a care in the world about anything or anyone but themselves and the people they are with. Then my mouth gets all cakey and I'm thirsty. So I finally drive down to Westlake and grab myself some Jamba Juice. I check Miki's out for some sunglasses and I guess the ones I tried on last time weren't there anymore...or they just didn't look as good on me as they did last time. Then I go over to DSW hoping to find a good deal on shoes since I didn't get shit at Berkeley. I saw a couple cute things...but nothing special called out to me. After, I get some cheese fries at Slider's and eat them in the car ('cause I haven't had enough car time already...right). Later on, Rusty calls and says he's out of practice. I pick him up and head over to his place.

Yea....what a disappointment, right? Now that I think of it, I should've hanged out with Augie and fucking burned or something so I can forget what a crappy ass day I had, and a crappy ass day I had made of it. But then again...I think I need to be by myself more often...I know they say that "you can't do it alone"...well I've done it "not alone" for awhile now and it's about time, I learn.

I need to fucking graduate and LEAVE already.

On a happier note, my nieces and nephew are coming next week.

This week went by fast

Wednesday was interesting. After 3rd period (hoe!!) Geazul, Dez, Bongie and I leave during lunch. We go to Fremont, Ohlone College to drop off the competition papers. (Zaaan, I'm on a role. Senior year is the first time I'm cutting school...and I've been cutting a lot lately) Geazul walked around the campus looking where to drop off the papers while the other two stayed in the car. We're walking around and we see some guy who looked like he was turfing...I'm like wtfuck? They still do that shit in college? Egh. Found the place, gave the bitch the papers....and we're like uhhhh? No receipt whatsoever? Whateva.

Wal-mart! We're at the make up section for hella long. I look for mascara and I'm overwhelmed with which one to get. "I want volume, not length!" ...I was gna get the Colossal mascara...but then Geazul found this cooler one so I ended getting that hoping it would make my eyelashes extra thicker since they're already hella long.

I'm not very descriptive compared to Geazul's blogs...but it was fun.

Um, today? The usual. Afterschool went to Rusty's then had to go back to school 'cause he had practice. On the way we grabbed some popcorn chicken from Arby's. It was bomb. Better than KFC's.

Get to school and work out with the usual people, plus a new addition...Bongie!

Yvan wanted to go to Target to get food for tomorrow's field trip (hollerrr!). On the way there, my mom calls and tells me that Dominican is giving me scholarship money. So Target had its moments...like when fucking Stefano shoves some Transformer toy in my face!! Lmao...that shit was hella funny, even though it happened to me. He's like "Look Glecie, MEGATRON!" At first i thought he was just gna put it hella close to my face...but then he keeps going and hits my face, and my head hella goes back. Ahahaha. Good shit, good shit.

I'm exhausted as hell. I drop off Bongie and Stefano. Then Yvan wants to get a burrito for his mom...so I'm driving off Hillside onto San Jose/Mission....then I fucking drive over a pothole of some shit?! Or a drainage that didn't have a cap over it. Seeing it didn't look bad...until I drove over it, it fucking made a loud ass sound and the car sorta tipped. I thought it scratched the car...nah. Thank Goodness! Shit.

Get home, eat. I check out the letter Dominican sent. $17,900. That's a lot of money, and I'm thankful for it....but that doesn't even cover half of the total expenses. ZAAAAAN!

Anyways, goodnight. Berkeley tmrw, hollerrr! Shoppinggg, hollerrr!