I'm on a hunt

Shut up, Squirtle

It's all a game

I like going to rugby practice now. Took a good nap with my champ Ottie + delicious CPK oven pizza with pasta = energized/ fueled beast.

Tomorrow: OCArtMuseum field trip and lunch in fashion island. Den I'm going to sleep at Lauren's and go to our game on saturday morning slash afternoonish in Fallbrook (an hour-two hours south from here (fullerton)) Yeah, a parenthesis in a parenthesis can be done, don't even start.

Why do I yell at someone who I swear is going to correct me. That's right, I'm doing it again right now. Go to hell.

I'm good, I'm gone

I can't wait for the weekend.
Down side: my spring break is the week after my mom has spring break. No Laughlin for anyone :(

But, if I were to be anyone for a day:

I'm too cold to know if I'm alive or dead

Latest update: Devendra.

Other updates: stomach pains so I stayed home, now eating a ranch and mustard hot dog, it's a beautiful day. Never occurred to me that hot dog is not one word. Want want want, need need need, no.



You can't see it, but it's there. What is 'it'? That, I can not tell you.

Kids that are hip they grow hair on their lip

They'll throw down their razors they don't give a shit
They'll grow and grow and grow
So let your mustache shooow

I miss it sometimes. Not having a mustache, but other things.
I miss my old friends I'm not allowed to hang out with.
New friends are nice, but they're far from replaceable material.

Complaint of the weekend/ day: I met an 18 year old that looked 21.
What gives?!
World: 1
Cris: 0

I appreciate a lot of things

I have a blog, but I don't have a tumblr. For one reason and one reason only: putting my own name at risk. I like looking and seeing the people who try their hardest for a fashion sense. I'm no one to speak, but I am also not one to bag on how someone else it. I still shouldn't be talking because I do it all-the-time. It comes out as naturally as I breath, it's called honesty. Something other people are too afraid to do. I'm starting to sound like a stone-hard dick so I'm going to stop and post this picture.



*This post meant nothing at all and is not directed to anyone at all

Finally, so final

I cut my "mullet".

Fish bones

I'm sitting in the car, listening to my mom tell stories. The kind of stories where the topic is so simple to understand, it's unnecessary for her to throw in yelling and hand movements along with "cris, I swear to god _____ happened". Her choice of over reaction.

I don't think I've ever done a post from my phone before? But I have written an essay and a speech and emailed it to myself. Blackberries and their wondrous ways.

I am now standing in the aquarium. Later days

Through the roof 'n' underground

I never loved Joy Division or the Smiths or the Beatles. I know they're "what started music", that's actually not true. Black slaves did... hahahahahahahahaha, I'm serious though. Like Elvis Presley, he didn't start blues rock and roll. African Americans started playing blues jazz and dancing like there are babies trapped in their pants way before he did. I recently learned this from some guy I call my brother but he really isn't. I'm done, what do I know, right?

Today = Bust. I never use bust because it's ghey, but that's what it was.
I left school early (woop) only to be driven to the emergency room to sit with my dad, alone (noop)
He's all better now.

Hey, Champ

I'm not just going to act all nonchalant about valentines day like the people who don't have valentines do. I do have a valentine this year, means nothing but I have one. I also don't know what to do because I haven't had a valentine since fucking fifth grade which was Andy, my best friend. I just wish I had my friends to celebrate this holiday with, instead of receiving awkward gifts and cheesy cards. Last year was a horrible year. We're not going to the bottle for this holiday this year, I'm going home. Why? Because I'd rather be at home, with my mother drinking boba, than at school, being surrounded by unwanted awkwardness.



I've been wanting to let that out all week.
A fart?
No.
An emotional fart.
Is there such a thing?
Yes, there is.
Should I kill anyone who says there's no such thing as an "emotional fart"?
Yes, I will.
Weapon of choice?
Envelope opener.

P.S. I miss Sam :( Sam is in Canada for the Olympics. I hope she wins something cool. Like bacon.

Just play tragic

What a no good very bad day. I'm beginning to grow fussy.



edit:

Who I'd like to Meet:

Someone who wears flip flops in the winter time.
Lauren Silva

Someone who makes me grilled chicken every night for dinner.
Lauren Silva

Someone who "accidently" spoons me at sleep overs.
Lauren Silva

Someone who likes to eat big stick popsicles at 9:00 am.
Lauren Silva

Someone who can have baked lays chips for lunch everyday.
Lauren Silva

Someone who owns midriff shirts and midriff shirts only.
Lauren Silva

Someone who can help me survive in the wild.
Lauren Silva

Someone who is an experienced canoe maker.
Lauren Silva

Someone who sucks at pool and lets me win all the time.
Lauren Silva

Someone who can carry me on her back as she takes her morning jog.
Lauren Silbaa

Someone who likes to creep on peoples houses whom she's obsessed with *cough*claire*cough*.
Lauren Silva

Someone who I can picture walking around in a red loincloth.
Man Cub Silva

Someone who can eat raw chicken.
Lauren Silva

Someone who yells at me when I burn my own fucking pasta.
Lauren Silva

Someone who would eat the apple she just smoked out of.
Lauren Silva

Someone who say's they "hate cats".
Gaby 'the lier' Saucedo

Someone who doesn't fuck up my bed if I don't tell them something important.
Lauren Silva

Someone who loves black guys too...
Lauren Silva

Kim Kardashian?
Lauren Silva

Someone who lets me borrow their gym membership card.
Lauren Silva

Someone who helps me make a cream of mushroom and baking soda volcano.
Lauren Silva

Someone who's a fellow tree climber.
Lauren Silva

Brad Pitt.
Lauren Silva.

Someone to walk me down the invisible isle.
Lauren Silva

Someone who's going to sit in the passenger seat of my two seated rocket ship.
Lauren Montes

Someone who I can play Left4Dead with.
Lauren Silva

Someone who brings me my favorite snacks when I'm hungry.
Lauren Silva

Someone who farts when they laugh too hard.. In math class.
Lauren Silva

Someone who's Kt's light bulb in her tanning bed.
Lauren Silva

Someone who is four days older than me.
Lauren Saliva

Someone who only wears sports bra's and pull over hoodies.
Lauren Silva..

Someone who is the best person to go to shows with.
Lauren Silva

Someone who helped me put lip gloss in Hannah Bui's pencil bag freshmen year and later get in trouble for it.
Lauren Silva

Someone who would some day live next door to Mrs. Chupacabra (mrs choopie)
Lauren Silva

Someone who got swirlied with me by Jessica Santolla..
Lauren Silva

Someone who broke Jessica Santolla's phone and actually felt bad about it.
Lauren Silva

Someone who would help me steal mountain dew and diet coke bottles from the vending machine.
Lauren Silva

Someone who would deface the senior wall by putting our names up there.
Lauren Silva

Someone who's always ready to POUNCE.
Lauren Silva

Someone who would have balls and steal seniors cookies to their senior potluck two years in a row.
Lauren Silva

Someone who would eat Golden Spoon across a 12 foot table with me.
Lauren Silva

Someone who would romantically serenade me on the piano when I'm feelin' blue.
Lauren Silva

Someone who would properly sing 'Cheer up Charlie'.
Lauren Silva

Someone who would let me thread her buttcrack.
Lauren Silva........

Someone who's the ugliest mofo on dis planet.
Lauren Silva

Someone who is my bud through and through.
Marc Brown.

Why so much about Lauren Silva? Because I miss her...

I like this

edit: thank you for making me feel better.

The cause of time

Friday Saturday and Sunday were beautiful days.

Friday: Had sushi and watched that dumb movie with lauren (#2) and gaby

Saturday: Saw isabella vu for a while, then skipped over to gaby's party and hung out with evvvveerrryyone, I mean everyone.

Sunday: Woke up and threw clothes on and got picked up by zack jess and andrew to go to Omar's where they have birds.. Birds that just sit on wooden sticks and chains waiting to be fed and held, then to have breakfast/ lunch at Lucille's in brea, then drove around down town LA with andrew going to different pet shops and all the good stuff. Then came home to see my cousin whom I haven't seen in years. I don't care about who won or lost the super bowl.

*sigh* I haven't had an exciting weekend in a while. And tomorrow, I hang out with my best bud whom I haven't seen nor hung out with in a very very long time, I miss her dearly.

I'm beat, I believe I've eaten myself into a food coma for the second time this weekend so nbd. I miss andrew already, I like hanging out with him. I'm constantly smiling or laughing around him, never a dull moment with that kid. We're going on eight years of bestfriendmenship. THAT'S A WORD.

P.S. I finally got the bracelet I used to stare at online but never saved enough money to actually buy it. Izzy's generous millionaire donation from her jewelry collection.

You're walkin' around, being a skag

I miss old No Doubt, when they were good.





I've been making a lot of these kind of posts.

No time for title, I'm watching Twister

It's gaby's birthday today.
But most importantly, national nutella day.
We had sushi and watched dear john, like every fucking girl our age would on a friday night. Three cheers to being average.

Love of my life number four

Cold dust girl

International day was hilarious. I went to both rallies and skipped second period. And fifth. I had lunch in Amerige and got beat up by my wife, all on time for sixth period.