There come a time

When you learn to stop dealing with people. It's totally cool now, I mean I've learned the hard way not to take things so seriously and not to think about them every waking minute or second of the day even though it was extremely hard. I've got my mind straight. Woopwoop

My best friend and I have talking schedules. Every or every other night at exactly eleven o'clock to almost exactly twelve o'clock midnight. We're that good, we have such meaningful conversations they're a "hoot". For reals. (lauren)

OC fair today with my old time best bud Andrew. Gnarly rides, stray animals and odd food. Also sweet jewelry.

I also can't go to sleep. (1:45am) It really pays to have a built in camera. Thank god for iSight.

Deep in the cheap seats

For the third time, today I was told I look like Juno. On my conformation retreat, "You know who you remind me of? 'uh..' JUNO!", same with at regular school. This makes me not like the movie so much. I love Ellen Page dearly, I obviously don't see the similarities that would make someone tell me this. I don't have the forehead, nose or the smirk in every picture. I'm also not Canadian.

Unpacking things is nice, although I'm a little worried about a friend. She's a tough stale cookie, she'll make it out alive. Unlike some people.

Recollective find

I'd be a lunatic if I meant what I'm about to say. If my dog Ottie was a real person, I'd date him. He sits under my desk while I'm doing homework, licks Luna's bowl and falls asleep listening to Acoustic Sublime.

And this little bitch ate my shoelaces while still on my feet.

Air

Skippin school is coo. I hate it there. Anyways, I got a fish yesterday!! It's a female Betta Fish. AKA Siamese fighting fish, but I think that may just be the males. Her name's Luna and she has her own little bowl with spring water and green and brown fake betta food. I now have five pets. Four dogs and a fish. Good thing I could walk all five of them.

I can't let little things get to me so much. What can possibly be it? What can possibly set me off in a matter of minutes/ seconds? No one besides one person will ever know. It'll all be a small little memory in a jar on a shelf in my head like everything else is.

D A N S E

Quick post because I'm going to get picked up to go get french fries. You know what's cool? When people are misunderstood assholes to you. And this isn't directed to a person(s) it's an undirected comment to the world. That's right, I've done it. Now if you don't mind, I'm going to get me some fries.

I'm also upping the plug size tomorrow. W E A K S H I T .

I don't know what's wrong with me today.

Lost Prevention

My room looks so bare for me not going anywhere anytime soon. Things on shelves are down and the collage on my closet door is demolished. I took everything down last night knowing I would not have help today. I don't really feel like writing anything. I agree and I think many people my own age, younger or older agree as well that parents are the permanent ankle weights we need to survive. Two meanings: they aren't going anywhere no matter how much they piss you off and another way for telling you to lose weight.

I was in a pretty good mood this morning while packing and I found a tied tie and a pull over sweater. Lord Voldemort or Hairy Pooter? This is all so sad on my part.

Jesus of books

I've decided that my new backpack I will be getting for school is actually going to be the backpack I've been using for almost four years now in three different schools. The only thing different will be the erased writing people wrote from my old school parks and the new addition will be the street light patch on the Team Zissou beanies. I will make one of my own.

I should start my record collection now. First to buy, Cold War Kids or Animal Collective or Fleet Foxes. My sister is expecting something great, so I'll make it out to be.

Oversized breakfast? Or really small hands?
BOTH!

Vigilante

Another dream. I'm not too sure if it's another anxiety dream but the dream book described it as a nightmare but it wasn't scary to me.

My two friends were swimming in a cove and I was sitting on a bridge that was about eight feet off the water. One of my friends got out of the water to come steal a sip of my soda. I then told her I've had a dream about this before but it was me in the water, that there was a shark that would follow me but not bit me. It would just ram into me with it's nose. She told me I was weird and to shut up, then she jumped off the bridge into the water to join my other friend. Almost an hour later I started to notice an irregular pattern in the water around toria and lauren. I thought they were from the whales I had seen earlier, and when they'd peek over the face of the water, I'd see the hump but it later turned out to be a different dorsal fin. My two friends were being circled by two sharks twice as big as lauren and seven times bigger than toria. I tried yelling but they couldn't hear me and I could hardly hear myself so they just got out for no reason. Still not believing me with what I was telling them, we just went to a party with a random handful of my friends or people I know that just happened to be in my dream.

See, it wasn't a nightmare. I just don't get why I every now and then I keep having dreams about almost being attacked in water. I went swimming in the ocean last weekend with out a care in the world. I just don't get why I get these dreams so often.

I watched dan in real life last night and shaun of the dead. It's no wonder I woke up late.



Why does the ending credits to ABC 7 Eyewitness News | HD have such incredibly epic music. I thought I was watching Terminator.

Mr. Blue sky

My mind is so everywhere, I begin to draw something and then stop midway through. It's like me focusing on drawing something is not an option anymore. I'm not depressed, I'm not sad, I'm not not happy. All those are basically the same thing, I just happened to give them different names. Second week of school is done. I was going to help my sister finish packing her room up. She's actually moving out for sure now. It'll be okay. Especially since I get her room, but she's too busy watching harry potter and drinking tea. Here is an awkwardly funny conversation I was texting during class.

cris: I'm so bored.
toria: so go home.
cris: I missed yesterday.
toria: why?
cris: because I was at the doctors..
toria: oh yeah, what'd they say?
cris: well they drew some blood and I got the test results back. I might be gay..
toria: omg..
cris: yeah it's pretty serious.
toria: what do we do?
cris: I say we have sex to save my sexuality.
toria: don't pull this shit on me again! I already fell for it once!
cris: hahahahahahaaha, gotchaa.

Oh and..
cris: MY MOM JUST HIT A FUCKING BUTTERFLY WITH HER CAR!!

I don't know why I labeled myself in that last one but I really was freaking out that she hit that little orange butterfly. I felt kind of bad. It was just minding its own business. Then BAM, green car.

p.s. I get my own record player.

Spotless eyes

By the way, it's wednesday. I've been discreetly skipping blogging dates. Like it matters to the no ones who stumble upon my shit. I missed school today which relieved a lot of stress off my butt because my butt hurts just sitting in one spot. I went to the doctors instead. They drew blood in which I had to lay down because I got pale when they gave me my other three shots. I was told one was a rabbis shot, the nurse continued to laugh at my pale face. She was a nice lady who gave me alcohol swabs for me to breath in so I don't pass out.

My dog walks around with a tupperware dish on his head. He doesn't care, he just struts around like he has nobodies business on his head. It falls off when he runs head-on with a wall. Another thing that's ironic and annoying is seeing people with pictures with their boyfriends posing on the beach. Well, people posing with their hands on their hips with every curve of their body shoved into the poor guys. She's thinking, "We're so bomb, imma keep dis pic fer sure. Thanks for taking the picture mom." He's thinking, "...." Hahahahah exactly what his face says! I'm so mean and I don't even care.

My friends and I have been making videos to put onto youtube. They're ridiculously stupid, I love dem. Youtube: Crilauria. Beautiful combination of hispanic white names. I hate calling someone by their race, it's the funniest thing to hear!

The fourth thing I can't live with out, the love of my life, the key to my heart, my everything is going to expire on July 27, 09. I will cry so hard that day.

Urchin the merchant

Friday night, as I was comfortably spooning my best friend, I was drifting off to sleep. Incidentally, while drifting off I started to see math problems appear on the back of my eyelids. I'd open my eyes and nothing would be there. I had no idea why I started seeing math problems and while I was solving them with my invisible hand. I was solving them, and solving them right.

My current dislikes:

- summer school (dead give away to anyone who has ears and eyes)
- how low the battery gets on ipods
- heat
- shoes
- cars
- j-walkers
- math
- my new deepest hate: public school.

You'd think going to private school, you would like the freedom of a public co-ed school? Wrong, I can't live with out private school. It surprisingly keeps me organized and in line. I miss it :(

I'm using my last pay check to pay for my own class ring. I am so excited.

To my surprise

After a week of literally nothing but math for seven hours a day, this has been the best three day weekend of my summer. I don't like what's going on at home, but who am I to bud in. I have no place in what is going on and I'm happy I don't because it's usually me getting into trouble. It's an oh well kind of deal. I want to break everything in my room, then plaster it all to my walls and move into a different room and do the same.

weirdest thing just happened. I was thinking about texting my best friend andrew whom I haven't spoken to in a while and he just text me.

;ALKSDJF;LKJlhlkj...

Away to Acapulco

Such eventful two days and sadly ended today. I keep thinking today is sunday. Jokes on mee! It's saturday!

Friday:
Psych on Raging Waters. We arrived after an hour and a half drive, sweaty, thirsty, wanting water slides. The park had reached it's maximum capacity. Total downer. So we literally went from the mountains to the beach. My mom, gaby, toria and I all stayed at the beach for a while. I buried toria, I swam in the ocean for the first time, mooned a lot of people, and got knocked out by a wave and till now my ears still hurt. I think there are sea urchins living in my ears.

Saturday:
They slept ova, gaby on ma pull out bed and toria and I on ma bed. We fell asleep watching knocked up, that wasn't relevant to anything. We showered outside. Lauren then came over. Poop head gaby left and all three of us walked to Boba Loca. Our first intentions were to go to the beach to swim, tan and play rugby. We made it to Boba Loca in downtown fullerton and to our surprise we ran into ma best fran izzybizzy vu and her boy frand and little scene sister.

Blue veins

I never liked the Smiths, nor the Beatles. Weird thing is, a large majority of my best friends (all of them) like both bands and I don't. I like Elliott Smith and Bob Dylan. Mostly.

Second day of going to starbucks and something weird happening. Our receipt got stuck in the cash register so the awkward cashier decided to shoot the breeze with me and my mother. Politely asking what our plans were for later on in the day, my mom continued to say she just picked me up from summer school. The guy rose is eyebrows at me and said "fuun huh?" in a bitchy "you're such a dumbass, you couldn't even pass normal school" way. It felt like he was mocking me for what I ordered too, saying that they "discontinued" the melon flavored pump I always get with my venti passion tea. Or I could just be over reacting. I don't know what I have against starbucks employees. It feels like they're out to get me through my coffee/ tea beverages.

I saw harry potter and the half blood prince. Just like every other tween and their mothers. We snuck in hamburgers from Wendy's into the theatre. They were delicious along with an epic movie that disappointingly had a "to be continued.." ending. Boobs is what they are.

I'm in love with a revengeful murderer!

Here and back

Woman working at starbucks: "Hi, what can I get you.."
Me: "Hi, can I get a venti sweetened passion tea?"
Woman: "Sure will that be all?"
Me: "yep.."
Woman: gives me my total, "can I get your name?"
Me: "Cris"
Woman: Pauses.. "Cris is it..?"
Me: looking at her like she's a dumbfuck.. "yes.."
Woman: "that's a unique name for a girl.."
Me: "...Thanks." awkwardly walking away.

She put my name in third grade handwriting and quotations on my cup.

Why do people choose starbucks to write their "novel" at? It's just funny. I'm wearing brown chords and a cardigan in 81º weather, but people look at me like there's an octopus sucking on my face. Yet again, I heard someone else saying how sweet the rave they went to was "sooooo sweeet". Some gay looking tool at starbucks said so. That place is filled with fucking weirdos.

Me an my oats.

I cry and cry

And nothing ever gets done. Nothing ever gets better.

Record player brown

School. Tons of homework. Awkwardly funny phone call during class, on the classroom phone. I'm taking a couples quiz with Toria. I got them all wrong. Truthfully I know nothing about her except for her favorite flowers and her favorite food and eating facility. Sunflowers and daisy's and Taco Tuesdays at Del Taco. What a great spouse I am. I know more about someone else which is weird because I don't care to remember little things about people.

I want to punch all numbers in the face. My dog still smells like chinese food. I'm going to watch Dexter while doing homework.

Excuse me sir, what time do you have? A quarter past Jason Schwartzman.

Compelled

My first day of class was a bust. Now is the time to say listening to people chant from far away about how awesome and gnarly raves are, is starting to get to me. This is a better excuse to say that I can't stand raves and annoying e-tards even more. I honestly don't care what they do, it just is starting to bother me. It's all they talk about. Even at break, the most unexpected people too. God damn people. Oh well, it's only from 7:45-1:05 Monday through Thursday. It's also joined by at least four hours of homework. It'll keep me preoccupied for four hours..

"Imma computa, stop all the downloadin.."

Ready set

I have never felt this shitty before. Not like depresso shitty, just nauseated every time I turn my head, speak, blink, stand up, drink juice, talk, talk some more. Way to get myself extremely poisoned and then blame it all on mcnuggets and have a life story with it too.

This is why I stopped doing stupid shit. I've never gotten sick before but I found my limit. 13 is my unlucky number. Besides the fact that I feel like sitting in a box and dying, I had a real day yesterday. A day filled with rite-aid ice cream, strawberry poprocks, and french fries. This is going to sound weird but I left lauren on her knees.. You'd get it if you were there obviously. If you were a car passing by you'd probably think she was waiting to give head. Ew. I woke up in a rugby shirt, bathing suit bottom and flannel pants. I was curled up next to miss daisy. My best friends dog. I was given thee gayest ring on earth.

Galactic cosmos

I can never get enough.

Bring into meaning

I have never been so carsick. Yesterday on our way to Santa Monica I think we spent two hours in the car listening to Andrew Bird. I like his music I just did not feel like listening to violins screeching while I was car sick. Then after a while it went away when Jimmy Eat World came on.

I had a really horrible dream yesterday or yesterday night. I was afraid to fall asleep because I felt that if I did, I'd have the same dream. I've never had a dream that was so descriptive and accurate as far as information. There was a girl Cecelia that was trying to talk to me to tell me not to go into my room. The thing that scared me the most was that I was wearing what I wore to bed and in the end I just went back to bed in the same position I woke up in. I must have been sleep walking. I also caught myself sleep talking/ yelling for my mom but I didn't know what for. I wish this would stop happening to me.

Human of the year

I'm going to a show tonight. Funeral this morning. Nothing new. Just these pictures of pictures.

Day one

Day two (there were two other ones)

Day three

Day four

Day five

That's pretty much it. I am filling up page after page after page.

Seven parts

I was gone for a total of five days. What a great five days. I got massively burned thanks to no UV ray protection, I went fishing, dirt biking/ epic fail, watched a shit load of movies, my backyard were the mountains (view) all in all, it was well needed rest. I start summer school next week. Big fucking whoop.

Charlie, Charlie is the name of our new dog. I swear it's like we've had millions of dogs with different names when it's all just really one little puppy we're all being indecisive with. I hate that word soo much. Indecisive, STOP. Okay I'm good, I'm just a little too awake. I was waken up at nine am by a six year old and fell asleep during two hours of Making Fiends this badass cartoon on Nicktoons and Sponge Bob. I slept... through all of it.

Paul Baribeau tomorrow and I'm soo excited.
Down side: another funeral tomorrow morning. Who's Charlie going to stay with, beats me.
Well here we go. Minus Ginger Alford and better.

Dull life

I don't like holidays. I'm unsocial when it comes to family gatherings and unsocial otherwise. I don't mind, I'm just quiet most of it anyways. Where I'm staying is not yet clear, nor are the plans of what I will be doing where ever I am staying but I think they're trying to make it a "surprise". Surprises are alright, as long as it's not a surprise of another person I don't know and is my own age and loves talking about their life to me in a car that we'll be in for a while. I don't think anyone likes that, especially me.

Bye.

From AM to PM

"This morning my asshole mom woke me up at ten and got mad at me for going back to sleep. She asked me why I was so tired and slept till 12. I said because of you. I think she took it the wrong way."

I love my best friend Lauren.

Currently exactly two o'clock and I couldn't be more excited. I also don't have the pup tonight so I feel like I can do whatever. Which is why I'm sleeping in the living room on the couch with my big white comforter watching the L word. I also wish my other best friend was awake so we can iChat. I'm so tired but I can't get myself to shut my eyes and sleep. I literally think I might be and insomniac. I've been drinking a lot of water and now I feel like having starbucks. I miss my other dogs being in the house..

I keep thinking I'm seeing things. I miss. I write stories.

Edit 7:24 pm.

"I didn't know it snows on the beach?"
I hate predictable movies. I also don't like children cartoons lately. They're horrible and nothing like Ren & Stimpy and Kablam. Broccoli smells like fart when being cooked. Seinfeld is not that funny. My sister is in love with it and since I was little, I've never cared for it. Write write write write. I've also found out what my favorite movie is and the only movie that I can watch and not get tired. Little Miss Sunshine. I just love the way the colors reflect, the scene angles, and the music. I'm going to go watch it.

Gelato aficionado

I am so dead. Second time since last summer that I was up and operating for 22 hours. Now I'm pretty rested but also pretty sure I'll be awake tonight. Ali and I decided on a name for Quinn. I said Quinn, she said Oliver or Olive. So I established Lord Oliver Quinn. It suits him. Or Mr. Quimby, the hot guy from Pride & Prejudice.

Yesterday I got burnt from standing in the sun, didn't sell that many fireworks. Well the people did, I didn't do shit. Then later we went to see Up. I think I got a kick out of the short in the beginning than the whole movie although I was laughing like a little kid the whole time. It was good. Before that she bought me starbucks and the two black guys were saying how gross the drink I ordered was. Iced Green Tea Late. It's not that gross, I think it's delicious.

Todaaay, I might get to see my baist fran I've been religiously talking to on the phone for the past week. I still need to shower and make my room up and clean Oliver's face from puppy food. He's really into throwing things off of high places. Then jumping off that high place.

My sister finally got a charger for the Mac so I'm on it. I'm very much used to the soft keys on the keyboard, not the giant ones on the PC. Pain in my ass just to type my email. This'll be a great day. Also because I found my magic straw from disneyland in my sisters room!!

Cumilative

I just called to wish my grandpa a happy birthday, when I was saying bye he said "peace out". My five year old cousin taught him that and in exchange, my grandpa teaches him odd words in spanish.

I don't see why people feel the need to get in trouble if they know what they're doing is bad? To me now, it's kind of like alright I get it, bamf over here. I get made fun of for being responsible or in there terms a pussy. Hahah, jerks. It doesn't matter to me anymore. Today I'm going to work at some firework stand in La habra or La mirada? I don't know, but it's going to be hot.

I found my gameboy. I'm lame for playing this all day but I really have nothing else to do. I have literally been at home, on the couch, watching the L word or It's always sunny in philidelphia or arrested development oooor the office. All such good shows. Oh, watching television and playing sims on my gameboy. I feel 12 years old again.

I'm going to walk to Stater Brothers for an application. I'm actually going to do it because my mom is going to be home from now on so she is pushing me and yelling I need to get off my ass. Sweet.

You can tell it's old because 1.) people don't play these as much anymore 2.) It has hello kitty and sushi stickers on it & 3.) 16 year olds don't play gameboys..