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"Some of the best lessons are learned from past mistakes. The error of the past is the wisdom of the future." ~ Dale Turner

I've never been the Adventure Aquarium in Camden, New Jersey, but I understand now why there isn't much hype about it. It's fairly small, and in my opinion way too expensive for the hour and a half it takes to walk through the place. But just like going anywhere, you pay for the experience with your company. Fortunately, my company was perfect, and I didn't have to pay. 

Mija spent the day with me. It honestly felt unreal; her and I in the same place at the same time. This is a girl that has been a virtual best friend of mine for the past few years. I wish it could be like that everyday. Me and her against the world, as it usually seems when we enter conflict together. Though my friends were out most of the day on their trip, we had a good day. I'm glad she was comfortable enough to talk around them after school. We had fun, though. This entire weekend will mark one of the most important weekends of my life- thus far, and in coming years.  

This Saturday night my mom invited friends and family over for game night to celebrate her 40th birthday. My family and close friends are very competitive, so things got crazy very quickly. Plus, the constant flow of alcohol made things even more hectic. There was a great amount of name calling, smack talking and trash talking. It was probably the best fun I ever had with my family in a long time. It was even better because my boyfriend was there to enjoy all the fun, too. The party ended pretty late, around 1-1:30, and I was exhausted! I woke up the next morning and me and my mom went to breakfast, at our usual spot, Junes. After our regulars we went shopping , and then after went to the coming out party for political candidate Isiah Lewis (random, I know). He use to work for my mom so we went to support him. Hopefully I will be volunteering for campaign soon. Later that night we went out to Chili's with my mom's best friend, and daughter. That had to be the worst time we ever had at Chili's but it was hysterical. We had the pleasure of having a new waitress, and it was obvious in her work. My mom and friends were very angry, while me and Semaj just kept laughing. I had a pretty eventful weekend, and it was pretty good. I guess that it made me ready for this upcoming week, hopefully.

We have bunk beds now but i can't use said bunk beds because i'm paranoid said bunk bed is going to fall on me and crush me.... maybe if i just use the top bunk it will be fine.

As I was preparing dinner, my brother came into the house looked around  and said " Where is Zay?" I looked at him and said "What are you talking about." Then he said "The only time you cook like this is when Zay is coming over". I argued know then he named the last 6 times that I cooked whether it was breakfast or dinner my boyfriend was around.I rolled my eyes, walked into the kitchen and called my boyfriend to make sure he was on his way.

FATHER McENROE

Me llamo Father McEnroe. La juventud me pasó, y ahora soy un hombre viejo. He trabajado como el cura y el principal de un colegio por tres años. En mi escuela, no le importa quien eres. Si quería trabajar, se puede ir aquí. Por eso, soy un izquierdista orgulloso. También, soy un igualitario. Creo que una persona debe ser juzgado por su mérito y no por cuanto dinero tiene. Es ridículo que una persona piense que es mejor de un otro solo porque de su situación social. Pero, hay muchas personas en mi comunidad que no están de acuerdo con eso. Hay muchos que no les gusta la sistema socialista en Chile, como los momios y la militaría. La militaría y los Estados Unidos tuvieron un golpe de estado y Presidente Allende se suicidó. Es un tiempo cruel para los niños porque están en la medía de la tragedia que es una guerra entre de dos de la misma gente. Es un tiempo muy triste para mi gente.      

"LOS BORRACHOS" por DIEGO VALEZQUEZ

En esta obra de arte, hay el dios Baco y un grupo de borrachos. Baco está dando vino a los borrachos, y él es el solo objeto brillante en la obra. Todos los otros son apagados. A pesar a esto, los borrachos son los que parecen felices con sonrisas en sus caras. Pero, Baco incluso no los mira los borrachos mientras dando el vino. Al primer mirada, la obra es feliz porque de los borrachos. Se puede ver solo alegría en sus caras mientras recibiendo sus regalos. Pero los ojos se mueven inmediatamente a Baco y entonces una persona sentiría confusa porque él no parece como un dios abundante y feliz de hacer esto. Parece como él no quiere tocar los borrachos. Mientras tanto, los borrachos solo son felices por el momento porque pueden olvidar sus problemas en sus vidas. Pues, la obra tiene un tono de felicidad falsa.

Cuando miro a Los Borrachos, pienso de la comunión santa y cuando le doy la sangre de Cristo. Yo también doy vino así que una persona puede sentir feliz, como Baco. Pero, hay un diferencia grande entré Baco y yo. Cuando los borrachos toman el vino, ellos intentan olvidar sus problemas. Pero, cuando personas reciben la sangre de Cristo, están felices porque saben que Cristo y Dios están con ellos para ayudarlos. También, recuerdo todos las personas confundidas que piensan que dinero, vino y otros lujos pueden separarlos del resto del mundo y gente. El vino representa todos los lujos que dan la sensación del éxtasis. Los borrachos son ejemplos de la clase alta, personas que piensan el poder y los lujos los hacen diferentes de los otros. Baco sí mismo es la fuente de eso poder. No, él es el poder. Es la droga que engaña la gente en la creencia de clases y que un hombre quien nació al otro lado del río es desigual. Sin embargo, al mismo tiempo, Baco no quiere ver a los borrachos. El sabe las limitaciones del hombre y es fácil tentarles, y él está triste debido a eso. Entonces, la obra de arte trae la mensaje de los pecados de humanidad y que es injusto para personas intentar separarse del resto mundo. Personas que hacen eso son en una luz apagada. Eso es porque Diego Velazquez la pintó, mostrar a los ricos que él piensa sobre ellos y sus acciones. Veo toda la avaricia y la desigualdad en mis chilenos compañero. Aun los niños ven una línea entre las clases. Pero, no hay una línea! Solo hay personas y sus personalidades y valores! Mi gente no puede ver la verdad. Por eso, la obra de arte me enoja, pero al mismo tiempo estoy triste. Los borrachos y los momios solo están desilusionados, no son personas horribles en sus corazones. Necesitan dirección, y es para esto que estoy aquí.

Entiendo la mensaje que la obra trae. Valezquez debe ver personas se rinden a pecado todo día. Por eso, él ve todo la humanidad como débil a la tentación. Pero, no estoy de acuerdo con su opinión porque tengo mas fe en la humanidad. Creo que mi gente puede ver el valor cada persona tiene. Para mi, igualdad es una posibilitad fuerte en Chile si cada uno trabaja junto. 

maybe i should talk about my plans for tonight.

im going downstairs to make my honey scrub and my lemon concoction .
i might just stop by my brothers room to pull the blanket off of him.
im going to most likely take off my clothes and pose in the mirror before i get in the shower too.
you can already tell what i wanna be when i grow up ;)
i might take a shower for about 15 minutes, maybe 20 .
sing a couple love songs until my mother tells me to " shut  that monkey noise up"
take out my  clothes for the next day which will end up destroying the room i cleaned for maybe 2 hours yesterday.

sigh , a wild night ahead of me .
off to complete it .

My grandparents came to see me today. This is a rare occurrence and not one that we all look forward to. However, my dad invited them over so they came and I trudged down the stairs to say hello and then I stayed down there and participated in conversation when etiquette deemed it necessary. I'm really not a bad person, I just don't exactly enjoy the company of my grandparents. I love my grandmom on my mom's side, I talk to her all of the time. But my grandparents on my dad's side aren't exactly a part of my life; they didn't come to my sweet sixteen, they didn't go to my dad's wedding and I almost never hear from them unless we go out of our way to see them. So, it's not really my fault that I have a certain... dislike towards them. Don't get me wrong, they're my family and I'll always treat them as such, but most people that are hardly close friends can be more like family. And of course, this was the first time I'd seen them since Thanksgiving and Draco comes out (if you don't remember Draco is my ferret) a little bit after they get there. Draco enjoys feet, I don't know why he just does, I love him for it. My grandfather takes his playfulness in stride, but my grandmother gets nipped on the foot and she starts telling my little love that she's going to beat him... And then he bites her hand. Normally I would scold Draco, and I did yell "Draco Malfoy," but I just couldn't put any heart into it. So, I start to snicker to myself with my face turned away... Yes, I took a little bit of vindictive pleasure out of my baby biting my grandmother. I'm going to hell, but at least I know I raised a good boy while I was here.

​This weekend I went to Cold Stones Creamery for the first time just to have a taste of their popular ice cream. When I stepped up to the counter I was able to see the dozens of different flavor ice cream they served :Cheesecake ice cream, chocolate, vanilla, cookie-dough, etc. I already knew what I wanted after looking at the posters plastered across the walls. I stepped up to the register and asked for the "Chocolate Devotion". The lady took 4 huge scoops of the chocolate ice cream and sat the ice cream on the a counter, not in a bowl or anything. I stared at it motionless asking myself if she accidentally dropped my order, or is this a procedure. She took a large spoon and smeared the smooth, thick ice cream across the counter, then she took a cup of chocolate chips and slowly poured the entire cup onto the ice cream. With two spoons she mixed the both the chocolate chips and ice cream, after 30 seconds or so, she took two large brownies and mixed them into the ice cream as well. After about 45 seconds of mixing, she placed my ice cream into a waffle bowl and topped the desert off with whipped cream and fudge. After paying the price of $7.00 for this "Chocolate Devotion", I thought in the back of my mind , "This better be the best ice cream I've ever tasted." After eating the first spoon full of "Chocolate Devotion", I thought "indeed it was". 

This isn't an actual picture of my desert, but it's close enough. Just imagine whipped cream on the top.

She finally told her parents the news. As she saw their expressions change from excitement to doubt, her carefully built confidence faded. 

"Oy vey! Honestly, honey? We understand that you're in the city now and want to experience all that it has to offer, but neither of us are too comfortable with this idea.  I'm sure you're not either.  

"You need to give him a chance.  Please.  I don't want to live our life together without him ever meeting you. This is not some passing fling.  It's real; realer than anything has ever been.  It's already more serious than it ever was with David."

She closed her eyes, as that year came back to her in a wave of regret.  She had married him, naively believing that love was about sacrificing ever last drop of yourself for someone else.  Their marriage had lasted eight months, but hadn't been a happy one since the "I do's." She knew this one would be different, if only she could get her family's approval.  

           Yo soy Fidel Alejandro Castro, el presidente antiguo de Cuba. Yo era nació y crié próximo Birán en la provincia este Oriente de Cuba. Yo era crié en una familia rica y luego asistió a  El colegio de Belén. Después de mi graduación yo asistió la escuela de leyes a la Universidad de Havana y me interesé en sensibilidades política de nacionalismo de Cuba, anti-imperialismo, y socialismo. Me importa es justicia social, en 1947 yo intenté derrocar Rafael Trujillo. En mi Pías yo intenté derrocar un dictador General Fulgencio Batista por ataque con 150 partidarios. El ataque no trabajo y yo era condené y sentencié para quince años en cárcel. Ese incidente hizo me famosa en todo lugares de Cuba. Yo era liberé debajo trato de amnistía con Batista. Después de incidente yo trabajaba con Ernesto “Che” Guevara a derroca Batista, nosotros tenemos éxito y yo hacerme Comandante y Jefe de los militares y luego primer ministro.

            En la pintura yo mira un parte de un tren. Un parte es solo en un campo enfrente de árboles. Los colores de la pintura es mas brillantes y muy bonito. Un color que destaca mas es rojo el color de un parte de tren.  El tono de pintura es agridulce como el ron. El fondo es muy linda los colores de los árboles y el cielo es suave pero el parte de tren siéntense todo solamente.  Los colores de la pintura se vuelve más saturada de arriba abajo. La pintura tiene una dimensión debido a la amplia de la oscuridad a blandos. La pintura es simplista, que es porque la pintura es bonita.

            El rojo de el tren recuerda me cuando yo formé una relación con el Unión Soviética y Cuba adopté un economía comunismo. También la pintura recuerda me de la tierra de mi padre. Para mi un parte de el tren representa el partido comunismo, en el mundo de capitalismo y imperialismo, comunismo camina solo y no es  acepté. El mensaje de la pintura es en tú vida vas a tener ideas y un ponto de vista diferente que el mundo o el otro grupo y tú tendrás camina solo pero no abandonar tus ideas. A veces ser un individual o un líder significa ser solo.   La más importante es tú a mantenerse fiel a ti mismo. La pintura hace me sentir bien acerca de mis decisiones  in mí vida. Es como el espejo de mi vida y ideas políticas. Me hace reflexionar sobre mi vida. 

            Me gusta la pintura es muy bonita y tranquila. La técnica de el pintor  es muy bien y la pintura casi mira real. La pintura mira luminosa y monta fuerza con el tren.  Estoy de acuerdo con la mensaje de el pintor. Mirando a otros pinturas de Paul Sierra el es dotado y perspicaz. Yo respecta su obras. Sería mejor si cambié nada. 

 Es una pintura de mi favorita ahora.

My life is a song stuck on repeat,
It is a summer day gone cold,
It is a painting of a waterfall,
Damaged by a storm.

It is a beautiful disaster,
A train wreck,
But a masterpiece.

It is a fire hidden by trees,
A broken mirror,
A mirage of colors,
A rain of glitter.

Metamorphic.

When I was little, my family would take lots of vacations. Road trips, mostly. We flew to Disney World and Florida a couple of times, but our tradition was to pile into a car and drive for hours to visit family friends along the east coast.

I loved it. I loved being tuna-canned into a car with the people I liked most. I loved driving everyone insane. I was hyper as a child-- and not your run-of-the-mill-every-kid-is-hyperactive hyper. I had ADHD. My body generated more energy than a nuclear power plant. By the end of most of these trips, everyone in the car would hate me. I was that annoying.

One summer, we decided to take advantage of my mom's friend's cousin's timeshare. Anything to save a buck or two. So my little makeshift family, made up of my me and my best friend and my Mom and her best friend and her best friend's daughter and her best friend's daughter's best friend, piled into our minivan and went on our way.

I don't remember how long the trip was. All I remember iss that I was endlessly distracted. My mom brought toys, books, videogames, and even a T.V./VCR that we plugged into the car and played movies on. A couple of times, we played the quiet game. But that never lasted long. I sucked at the quiet game.
 
When we finally arrived at the border between North and South Carolina, my friend and I, being video game fanatics, begged my mom to go to an arcade that we had found. There was a giraffe statue outside of it. It looked awesome.

When we got inside, though, we found out that this was where games went to die. More than half of them were out of service. The rest were either missing pieces, broken, or lame. There was a game that had a giant, smiling clown face with comically (or terrifyingly, depending on how you feel about clowns) large teeth that you had to hit with little foam balls to get points. Except half the teeth were missing. This clown's mouth looked like piano keys. I think he had more teeth missing than actually there.  

I live in box. I don't want anything that I don't need to survive. It will make too much of a mess. I'm tired of collecting things, everything is useless.