Miss Palaguachi

My alarm pierced my ears at 6 AM but I hit the snooze and woke up around 6:45 so I was running late already. I felt so tired for some reason maybe because I wasn't in the best of moods the night before.





On my way to the 7 train, I always pass this supermarket and there are always men unloaded all sorts of food into the supermarket. They usually mumble something under their breaths when I pass by, I try not to take notice. However today they were extremely out of line, getting close enough to whisper into my ear things like "Que nina mas linda, mi cosa tan rica, yo te lo doy como tu quieres, las cosas que te haria" I just looked very disgusted and I was. You would think age would matter, I wanted to scream at each single one of them I'm just 16! I could be your daughter! But I didn't I just walked away frusrated and disappointed that men of their age act like that.





The E train was being extremely slow this morning, not sure why but I didn't mind. It gave me time to daydream about my little dreams.





0 Period -A.P. Calculus Seminar


1 Period - A.P. Calculus


2 Period- A.P. Literature


3 Period- A.P. Government and Politics


4 Period- LUNCH


5 Period- A.P Physics C


6 Period- Internship


7 Period- PowerPoint


8 Period- Art


9 Period-A.P English Seminar





So I finally get to my school, and I missed most of A.P. Calculus Seminar but we had A.P. Cal next period so it gave me time to catch up. I got another 6 out 7 TODAY! on my Chain Rule Quiz and the quorum needed to move forward was met today :] I feel that I'm getting better at this whole math gig. Borthering Jeremy and Daniel during class was fun as usual, it's become a habit now.





I volunteered to act out a revised scene from Oedipus Rex to boost up my grade but that was last week and I forgot about it. My teacher however did not and made Juan, Manny, and I write a script and act it out for the coming Monday. We had to go to the library and pratice and what not, I couldn't keep a straight face I just kept busting into laughter. I work with Juan who has this really strong accent and his such a perfectionist so he was trying to remember a script I pulled out of my ass in 20 minutes. That was not going to happen but he was hopeful and Manny was just there to watch the spectacle of our struggling acting, he barely has lines. After "practicing" we go back to the classroom to find out we will perform on Monday (thank god) :]





I found out I'm on a list. A list that enables government to send out my information to any military service. Biedermann made a big deal about this, he gave a speech on how he doesn't think our government is fair to not let women be drafted, that we can't have gay soliders. The logic between those actions are suggesting subtle oppression that is hidden into my behavior, the government don't draft women, why because they don't think women should fight. Gay people cannot be part of the military, does your sexual orientation guide your shooting hand? But most of all what got to him was the fact that government is asking for some citizens for their information not all, and the one's they are asking for, their the ones who are trying to upgrade themselves, elevate themselves from their current life position. His personal opinion is that our government is fraught with problems, I would agree but I can't judge what I do not know. But after this course I will be sure to know where I stand.





Iesha came to school, I forgot to mention she was in A.P. English today :] I was so happy to see her, I felt like I haven't seen her in weeks. Her attendance hasn't been the greatest. She is my other lunch buddy, and today we went to the dinner and had ourselves a rub down your tummy kind of meal (yumm). We're talking about senior things, about Iesha, and my guys. Catching up on past news and just enjoying each other's company. I used to be closer to Iesha than Melissa, but now I feel like the roles have switched. Iesha seems so distant towards Melissa and I. I've always been the oddball of this trio of our's because unlike them I care to often and I'm too nice.





Melissa and I were late to Physics, but by a minute I think. Learning how to make formula's for all sorts of variables. I actually understood it, I just hope I can do the project on it -__-





During Internship I took that time to make up Cal h.w. I'm missing. I need to hand in some other handouts and finish my Derivative Gateway -__-





I finished my presentation for the Hokey Pokey, I gave it customized animation. This is my only business class, and it's so light, and today I felt like it was a special ed class there was only 5 kids. I talked to Dillon today in that class, I've known him since freshman and he wanted to get with me at one point, we used to say hi and bye but after freshman year I just stopped talking to most of the people I did. We had a brief nice conversation about the lack of students in the class and basketball. His on the varisty team and I know most of the guys on it, and I'm going to their first home game so I threatened and said the team better win and BLAH BLAH BLAH! It was nice to talk to him even though it was just a few minutes. After finishing my presentation I went on blogspot and went browsing throughout the blogs, read interesting things, it kept me distracted till the bell rung.





Ms. Tilley is so predictable, she asked the famous question "What are we grateful for?" The majority of the class responded with I'm grateful/thankful for my family and friends. I said I'm thankful for the my health and those of my loved ones. She was surprised I said that, and John had to take my lead and say I'm grateful for my education. I mouth SUCKUP! He was mouthed back HELL YEAH! I was smiling to myself. But she started pointing out all the things we should be thankful for and what not. I admit I'm ungrateful because I have so much and yet I'm never satisfied. I have good health, both parents, good friends, good grades, good neighborhood, and I'm not sad. I'm not missing an arm or leg, my mother didn't die, I'm not anti social, I'm not flunking out of h.s., I don't live in a place where I hear gunshots, and I don't have the impulse to kill myself. All these thoughts I kept to myself because I don't want to share what people won't understand.





AFTERSCHOOL





On the way home from Seminar, I'm taking the bus and I see Gerado this guy who probably still is madly in love with my ex friend Andrea. I've thought of her in the past days, whenever I take the E train or when I pass Lexington Ave she popps into my mind. I miss her sometimes. I think back to our pointless fight. I was never a good friend to her. I wish I could say sorry but I doubt it will do any good. I think the fact I'm not a part of her life anymore probably might've done her some good. I personally felt like I wasn't a good friend towards her, other's would argue that but I know I should've been I don't know but more there for her even though I was. I feel like I let her down by that stupid argument we had. It's funny how this guy reminded me so much of past person I was. But then I was distracted by texts from an unlikely person. Those previous thoughts made me feel remorse and guilt and then when I see this text from Dizzy, I felt calm again.





Dizzy: I miss my heartbeat, watsup? (HIGHLIGHT OF MY DAY)





Dizzy is my proclaimed bestfriend. I titled him that myself and I don't have best friends really. But I'm glad to say he is, we've shared quite alot even though we don't see each other as much as I would want to -___- That's the one thing I hate about our relationship, he lives so far away from me. I was suppose to see him last friday and saturday. I didn't get to see at all -__- Friday I went to see Twilight and he was suppose to come with me, but his ride started drinking and I refuse to have anything happen to him (I already had a mini confrontation with Jonathan about this ^_^). Saturday was dedicated to soothing Dominique's nerves over the mini break up she had with the love of her life John. This isn't the first time I flip or he flips, we just have bad timing with each other -___- that's our history. But I refuse to not spend my birthday without him. The one guy I say I love you to and mean it. The one guy who has my heart and didn't ask for it, I just handed it over no questions asked for safe keeping.





HOME





Aunt is screaming at me for not having my keys and making her open the door. All I hear is BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH! I go into my room to find it a mess, I start cleaning and listening to music. My sister texts me to know if I want pizza because my aunt is cooking soup and I'm not going to eat water so yeah. We sneak in the pizza, we're eating it and we have some sister bonding time. She's telling me about her day and what not. The conversations she has with people and all that good stuff. Telling about how some guy wants to be her best friend, and she's like I don't have those. I can be your best friend, but you can not be mine. The one person that comes close to it is my sister and she has known me all my life. He asked her does she trust people and she's like that she trust no one, maybe an exception for me her only sister. I then ask her "Do you trust me?" and she responds with "It's not that I don't trust you, but you just know me better than anyone, and I don't have much to entrust to others." Then we were talking about why she doesn't confide in other because of stupid middle school situations. We continued like this until I got a phone call by the twins which is David and Andres, Brandon was also with them, their the three muskerters. My three football players I've known since childhood. I call them my groupies because they always want to be around my sister and I. Mostly me because I can actually endure their immaturity and I give them good conversation. All three guys are younger than me and sure act like it, but their really good kids. I adore them. I've shared alot with the twins, Andres was my first kiss. An aww moment indeed.

So they came over and stuff, my mother doesn't mind the twins company because keep down inside she hopes I'll marry one of them one day, she really likes them. Brandon on the other hand is a different story, my mother is racist and Brandon looks mixed puertorican and black but his just puertorican and my mother isn't fond of that race. But anywho he still comes over and we're all hanging out in my room. I'm on the computer, the guys are on my bed and my sister is sitting on the floor and we're just talking about god knows what. The details of the converstation flee from me... All I remember is laughing, I'm always laughing with these fellows maybe that's why I can stand the fact their immature at times. With no effort these guys can make me roll on the floor, and its over corny shit to. They stayed till 12 and then my dad came home. They got scared and left. I laughed at their punk asses.

But it was nice to have them over, we usually become close in the summer it was weird that we're still close when the seasons changed. But nonetheless I enjoy their company even though it can be very very irrating at times.

But that was my day well what I can remember because I'm finishing writing on the 1st of December.