Homecoming!!

I know a few weeks ago I posted that I really didn't want to get into anything serious, but now I think that I have different view on things.  People continue to surprise me.  Like today, I was given a plate of cookies with a slip of paper with the words "Homecoming?" written on it by a girl that I had known for a while, but neither of us had never really acknowledged each other (until now, obviously!).  I was really taken aback by the whole situation, because she is really the kind of girl that I had always believed that I would never imagine that I would be able to get with.  You might say I have super low expectations for myself, and I would agree with you now, because this event has proven to me that I can get those kind of girls that I used to believe that I could never get with.  I think this might be a new chapter in my life, and it has provided me with a source of happiness that I once never thought possible.

Well, this is CA, signing off.  Stay tuned....  and be good humans.  (link to picture after jump.)

A Little Vay-Cay Goes a Long Way

I have been to San Diego once, I think, but it was only to go to Sea World (which was awesome!!).  But now I'm back, except this time for water polo.  Right now, I'm sitting in a noisy breakfast room at a Best Western, munching on a waffle (delicious!).  No hot chicks yet, sadly, but they will come... eventually.  In all seriousness, this "vacation" is exactly what I needed to kind of get away from all the hype at home that seems to never end.  I know that leaving all my friends is kinda stupid and a little room, and I apoligize, but I did this because it was entirely neccessary.  I already feel great and revived!

Well, this is CA, signing off.  Stay tuned.... and be good humans!

Be Thankful for Change.

While I may have lost one great thing in my life, I feel finally free of all this weight and strife that I went through. I hated feeling tied down to one girl. Now I can keep my options open and that's what I definitely need right now. Fuck yeah! Okay, maybe I'm a little to happy, because the whole process of breaking up was fucking terrible and I wanted to kill myself because of the pain I was feeling. It. Fucking. Sucked. But now, slowly, I am feeling better and better that my decision was the right one. I mean, yeah, I loved the make-outs and the... well, you know what I mean (but most likely not). But now I can be free to do what I please with out the thought of "Should I ask my girlfriend?" crossing my mind. It's fucking great. Well, this is CA, signing off. Stay tuned.... and be good humans.

Every Day I... Do This!

Now that my life is somewhat back to that way it was before girls and crazieness, I can finally get back to that average place, that funny place that I always visited before I went insane with all that stuff about girls and grades and... GAH!  Fuckin' everything!  *Whew*  Anyway, getting back to my real life has dropped all the stress and weight from my shoulders and I can finally stand tall again.  And, to make this even better, I had to recite a poem in my English 3 class that was so inspirational, I just had to post it here.

Riding Solo

What is it about being single that makes it so appealing yet undesirable?  Guys always brag about having the bombest girl as their girlfriend or some other hot chick that they hooked up with over the weekend.  Guys measure their worth by trying to get with the hottest girl in school or town or fucking where ever.  Ladies, if you haven't noticed, guys are competitive creatures.  They compete for food, in sports, about clothes (those are the "fruitier" ones), but mainly girls.  "Fuck bro, that chick's so hag!  What the fuck you doin' with her?"  or "Fuck all y'all, I fuckin' hooked up with (Insert girl name here, or better known as 'Whats-her-face') last week!  Suck on that!" to which the reply is "Who gives a shit?  She's a fucking whore!"  That, sadly, is how most guy talks go.  Brag and Bag, as I like to call it.  But don't go thinking that all guys do is argue about girl's tits, ladies.  We also go here, to watch hilarious shit, or on Facebook (which I don't have cause it's a big waste of my fuckin' valuable time), or we play video games.  Or sports.  Or both at the same time cause we are just that fuckin' awesome.  Hell, guys have so much fun shit to do when they are single that you can't do it all in one day.  But as a close friend pointed out, high school is mainly for tasting what flavors you like and others that make you puke your guts out cause they are terrible.  That way, you have this knowledge for the real world once you have a grand ol' time in college and you're ready for... Marriage.   *Shudders at the thought.*  So done with the dating shit.

Well this is CA, signing off.  Stay tuned.... and be good humans.

A Downward Spiral.

I hate it when people tell me that I've got it made at school, or that I must love my life.  Because, in reality, my life is almost as fucked up as Eminem's.   The kids I hang out with don't know me as the troubled kid, they know me as a "perfect".  Every thing about me that I show to other people is true, to a certain degree, but there is someone, deep down inside me, that I never want to let out into the open.  If anyone knew that person, I would be isolated like the plague.  I know that for a fact because it happened to me all growing up.  Showing my true colors and getting abused and thrown in the mud because of it.  It sucked so fucking hard, and the wall has been up ever since.  My parents worked all their lives trying to beat that wall down, but they have given up.  Completely.  And sure, I feel bad about it, but just not too bad.  Basically what I want to do right now is say, " Fuck you, World!  Who gives a shit?"  To top it all off (this is going to be stupid), I don't really give a shit about my girlfriend any more.  I feel like there's no point in having a girl that I don't want to be with.  There's plenty of other girls out there, why not meet a better one?  I think I might just cut it off...  Fuck. This.  Shit.

Remembering the Day the Towers Fell...

As I look back eleven years ago, my memory turns a little fuzzy, but one moment stands out from the rest. That one day, 9/11/01, still grips the hearts of those who lost loved ones to the attack. Over 27,000 lives were lost that day, and toll it has taken on our nation continues today. But, suprisingly, this tragedy has brought this troubled nation closer together as people and, more importantly, as Americans.  We come together to support each other and to remember those who were lost.











United We Stand.

Best Friends for Life!

When you have life throw you for a loop and drag you down, we all have that one or two people we would trust with our lives that picks us up and lifts us up high. Those people are known as our wingmen, BFFs, companions, lovers even. But the way friendship works is a two-way street. We have to be willing to be with our friends in their moment of crisis and need. We would care for them the same way they would for us (and they don't usually ditch them in an awkward situation, M. Guadalajara!) But to get back to the main point, friends are, in my opinion, a necessity in this cruel life. You need people that are there when you are not sure of your choices, laugh with you at your stupid mistakes, and help you through a tough time. not only do the make life better, friends make life worth living. Usually, friends like doing the same things, but sometimes you have that one weirdo who doesn't like anything that you like, but you are inseparable. You also may have the daredevil friend, but also the other friend that reigns in the others when they get outa line. Which, in my case, seems to be all my friends. Well, this is CA, signing off. Stay tuned.... and be good humans.

Rollercoasters Suck... (Sometimes)

I'm sure that you have all heard the term "The roller coaster that is our lives." (if you haven't, I just told you).  But now I realize just how much that phrase can apply to any one's life.  If you have been following recently, you know that I've been through some bullshit and it sucked.  Whatever had happened, I knew I was the cause, but I just didn't know what I had done exactly.  And I know from past experiences that I can't just say "Sorry," because girls want an explanation, and sorry just won't cut it.  But, coming back to the roller coaster theme, last night as I said was fucking terrible.  But I come to school, and I actually get the chance to talk to my girlfriend, and after three periods (school periods!) I finally got through to her that I didn't know what I did and that I had no intention of hurting her.  She probably still doesn't believe me because her friends seem hell-bent on making my love life a living nightmare.  Going to the football game tonight, we'll see how things go from there.  Hopefully she sees that she can trust me.

Well, this is CA, signing off.  Stay tuned.... and be good humans.

FML Right Now...

Sometimes I believe that I scare people off because of what I've done in the past (and as usual this post is mainly about girls.  Sorry).  I have that reputation of a "player" and that I go and break hearts left and right.  The truth is, if I do end up hurting someone, I feel empty and like a complete fucking asshole.  But at this point, I'm beginining to realize that some people might just be using me for some fucked up, selfish porpose, and I'm going to say something about that...  What the fuck?  When people stop using me like a tool to mend  some past relationship that had gone to shit, it's like I'm not worthy of being a  "human".  That being said, basically the only thing keeping me from straight-up walking out of here right now is that I can't.  But bet your fucking dollar that as soon as I finish high school, I am getting as far away from this shithole as humanly possible.  I'll try to keep in touch with a few close friends, but that's about it.  People here just don't really want to be with me as a person, they just want the tool that everyone just uses and tosses to the ground once they feel better about themselves.  I'm not some car that you take on a fucking test drive, then go, "Nah, I don't want this one," and just ditch me on the side of the fucking road.  That's a load of bullshit.  I need that one person who will want me for who I am, and so far... that person ain't here.  She's somewhere, but she is definitely not here.  I've looked all over the fucking place, getting screwed at every turn... it's fucking amazing that I haven't started lighting up or drinking yet.  FML, man, f.m.l... ....

Awesomeness!!

If no one has introduced you to Kevin Hart (or you're one of those people who watches things over and over on YouTube), then you aren't allowed to laugh any more, cause that shit's hilarious!!  But if you be small child, I must warn youz... he cusses a lot.  His stand-up, Seriously Funny, is a must see.

Any who, to get back to the origional porpose of this post, I have been noticing that my life is getting pretty awesome.  I have a wonderful girl in my life that pushes me through my day (a little roughly, I might add ;), my English teacher told me that all I have to do to make up my D+ in English 2 last year is write a book (Score!), and on top of all that, I have discovered the awesomeness of Google images!  Hahahaha!!!  Sometimes I laugh so hard my dad gets all mad because he thinks I'm not doing homework (which I'm not), but that is a small price to pay for happiness.  I mean, who doesn't love girls, books and cat pictures (with captions!!)?

Well, this is CA, signing off.  Stay tuned.... and be good humans.

The "Guy Talk"

Hey, you know what's gay?  Guys having sleepovers.  That's really gay.  Thankfully, me and my friend don't have "sleepovers"... we just hang out at each other's houses until we get really tired and fall asleep.  But, I think the cool part about my friend and I is that, once we actually lie down, there's no sleeping until our review of the day and problems with chicas have been brought forth and discussed.  Some of the most memorable times in my life have happened in the last three years, late at night, just me and my bro.  You may be thinking, "Oh, wow, these guys are as gay as cowboy butt pirates." but the truth is, we're just too awesome for you to really understand.  And that's OK.  Ignorance is bliss.  But in my eyes you don't really know someone until you have talked to them about their problems at 2:30 in the morning.  I have found out shit that I'm not sure I really wanted to know about my wing-man, but now that I know those things, I have a deeper appreciation for our friendship.  And after Sunday night, I now know that Shane Hunter cannot, will not, shall not back down from police (We almost got arrested!  Oops!).  And, to defend my choice of picture... cat photos with captions make EVERYTHING better!! (And they're hilarious!!!!)

Well, this is CA, signing off.  Stay tuned.... and be good humans.