I can't even begin to try and explain to you how infuriated I am right now. I am only so submissive. After that, I can be whatever the hell I want to be. A raging bitch, a modern modest, and anything in between. On the real, today could have ended up being a brutal blood bath in my newspaper class. But I contained myself. Once a non-conformist, always a non-conformist. BE DIFFERENT people. I can't stress this enough. In my psychology class right now. Intelligence-the ability to acquire new information. Makes sense I suppose. You figure out how to do things differently to come up with different solutions that we can use in everyday life. This isn't about how much information you know. Interesting. Pigman's class is cool lately, real cool. The other day I thanked him for the class. That particular class that particular day hit my heart and soul many ways. AND THEN after that class in my English class we had a heartfelt talk. It made my whole day a whole. If ya know what I mean. Now, discussing common sense. I LOVE IT. some of us are blessed with common sense, and some of us.. not so much.. KATHRYN.. oh oh. no names here people. At the end of the day, everyone knows where they stand. I must say today has been quite the adventure. thank you, thank you. it was a BLASTY BLAST

My thoughts are lingering and my hopes are dwindling. I feel allright though. This issue of our school paper, i'm in newspaper, BLOWS. I'm not even kidding you, this paper is like swallowing asbestos. NOT GOOD. I didn't get any banging articles to write nor any sexy pictures to take. Seriously, screw my teacher. This is ultra short but more will soon come.

I'm lovin' life right now. And hopefully for awhile. I can honestly say my toast didn't get burnt this morning like every other morning. Sitting here feelin' blissful is what I've wanted for oh so long. None the less, we'll see how long this bliss will last.

The plethora of problems I am facing in my life are becoming more apparent. I'm craving some love in my life yet, i'm not sure where to find it. My high school is a slum. Not the School per se, but the people in it are slummy. It's full of bumsquads, geeksquads, and disckheads. Allright, so what if I want a mexican novio. I'm in love with the thought of being in love with a mexican. I already have been in love with a mexican and maybe I still am. Who knows what I am anymore. What about those kids we call "mixed?" ya know like white&black, mexican&white, mexican&black. Sure, it'd be nice to just have someone of decent color in my life because of how "pasty" I am. Yes, I am super white. A nice peach color, though. Money. Money is another problem. There isn't any of that in my life either. No job, no money. No parents, no money. Bill, money :) but not really. He can be awfully stingy with his dinero if ya know what i'm sayin'. At least i've got 103 to take care of me, most of the time anyways. When i'm in dier need of some lovin' there's always Michael... or Ruben. Decisions, Decisions.

I feel nice. Today, anyways. This weather will be the death of me, I can almost promise you that. The gusts of wind that have hit me in the past few days literally make my eyes feel like a pool with too much water. Something tells me that "Richard" is about to B R E A K D O W N. That's sad. He's... a good kid. But, in all actuality, I really can't stand him. Seriously, substitute teacher in newspaipah class that i can trample all over just to make my way out the door and into the entrance of all three lunches just to talk to my friends, i'm completely up for it. A "love of my life" is by far non-existent and probably won't exist for a copious amount of time, it's cool, i'm okay with that. oh yes, it's Friday and i feel fine.

This kid named "mitchell" that sits in front of me in my English class smells like how a cows anus would probably smell. wow.

I feel compelled to share this poem: Roses are red Mexicans are brown thats my race so don't put it down! ! My Mexican pride I will not hide My Mexican race I will not disgrace My Mexican blood flows hot & true My Mexican peeps I will stand by you thru thick & thin till the day we die Our Mexican flags Always stands high I yell this poem Louder than all the rest. cuz every one knows Mexicans ARE THE BEST! ! ! Mexican Pride in my mind MEXICAN BLOOD is my kind So step aside and let me through Cuz its all about the Mexican crew Life sucks and then you die but if your Mexican You die with pride! ! ! !