I feel like posting something about love. I've never really had high hopes for it on my end. My crushes were pointless and meaningless. I never really thought I'd find true love at age 12,13,14 or hell even now at 15. At least not here in Mexico. I believe in it though. I'm hoping for it a lot. Hoping to find the ideal person. Despite all the mockery and teasing I get, I've had a few girls ask me out. I always end up saying no, just like that. I don't fumble about for words and I don't try to come up with an excuse. Most of the times they're caught off guard, as if though thinking, "Why would I say no if nobody is willing to date me in the first place?" Funny, considering how many have asked me out. But that's beside the point, the reason I say no is simply because I don't want them. I've grown to attached to the United States, my mom says that I should let it go. I'm not seeing the benefits of what I have here. But I'm getting off topic now. I say no because quite simply, they don't interest me and they probably never will. I don't blame them for it, that's how they grew up but...I'm just a hopeless romantic hoping to meet somebody who I can truly care for and not just go out with to have a girlfriend.
-Acta est fabula plaudite
lunes, 30 de julio de 2007
So it begins...
That's what Sic Infit means anyway. I've been having a lot of trouble lately guys. Don't know why I decided to make a blog but I did so whatever. I guess I'll start by just letting you know about my life. It seems right anyway. I'm probably just doing a lot of whining. My troubles are probably pointless and I'm not doing what my brother tells me to do, which is take it like a man. I know I'm not the worst off but, my problems are serious enough to me.
I was born in Mexico. Delicias, Chihuahua to be exact. Yes like the dog and yes the joke is completely retarded. Anyway, when I was about two I moved to the States. On Valentine's day in fact. I started off in Holland, Michigan. That place was nice I suppose. But I was constantly moving around even in there so I was usually changing houses and schools. When I was around eleven or so I moved to Northeville. Still in Michigan. Northeville was...hm...well, nothing really. I was only there for a year after which I moved to Livonia, Michigan. I really liked it there despite all my whining. My parents were divorced before I even moved to the States I think and by the time I was in Livonia my Mom and Dad had both remarried. Well, Livonia was nice, I had friends there. My little brother was born on my mom's side and while I was in Livonia my little sister was born on my dad's side. I started Middle School, away from the friends I had made in 6th grade. I went to Frost Middle School. I got into a program called MACAT, I already forgot what it means but it was for gifted children. I didn't like it, naturally, I'm a complainer. Well, lucky me, I was only there for half a year. Half way through 7th grade my mom got caught in Austin, Texas without her papers. She had been on a business trip to Mexico. She got deported and punished with not being allowed to return to the States for five years. Naturally, my family had to go where she went. While she established herself and found a house in Guanajuato for us, I went to Chihuahua to live with my Dad for a while. It was truly Hell. He was married to some bimbo named Lety who had already been divorced three times. My dad loved her though, she had three kids. My little sister, who I had mentioned earlier, an older one who was about 19 at the time and one that was my age. Well, naturally, I didn't get along at all with Luis, the one my age. We hated each other, he was always trying to pick fights with me despite me being considerably larger then he was. He hit me three times even. Twice in the jaw and once in the stomach. I never hit him back. My dad would be devastated. I never told him either, there was already trouble between him and Lety and I didn't want to cause more of it. I should probably talk about what school was like, it was Hell. Because of my recent moving from the States to Mexico, and my long stay in the States. My Spanish was horribly rusty. I thought I knew Spanish, well I was wrong. I had a think American accent and my classmates were kind enough to beat that out of me. They hated me because I had once lived in the States, I never understood that. I dropped out three months before school ended, moving with my mom because I couldn't handle it anymore. But of course, me being the lucky bastard that I am, I passed the year despite having missed well over three months that year. So I found myself in Celaya, not much I have to say about that place. I liked some of the kids, but once more, the majority picked on me because I still had part of my American accent. My glasses, hairstyle, and a scar I have on my forehead gave me the nickname of Harry. After Harry Potter. How creative they are. I was also called Charlie. The English teacher called me that and it kind of stuck. It was pretty bad there, one kid in particular, Ricardo, would ALWAYS be bothering me no matter how nice I was to him. But again, I moved after half a year in the school. Then I ended up where I currently am now, Irapuato. The teachers are pretty nice here, they care more for the students then in any other school I've been in, but the kids are Hell. Again I got the nickname of Harry and I was constantly teased. When I was first introduced to half of the class (other half was in a different English class. They separate them in two for English class) a girl actually asked if I knew Spanish. I laughed, it was a funny moment. So throughout the year I had a pretty low profile, the kids were kinda nice to me because I was new but then next year came, and of course, now I wasn't new. So I was mocked, my hair style giving me a nickname towards the end of the year that stuck, Penis. Yep. I'm Pene. The guys call me that, some of the girls call me that. It sucks horribly. Everybody makes fun of me. But I let it go. I developed a strategy to not let it get to me. If I sleep VERY little, I'm too tired to care during the day. Of course, after school and in the evening I usually end up crying. That's when it all hits me. I also have my distractions, roleplaying, an MMORPG, basketball practice sometimes. But, I just get made fun of during Basketball practice too so it isn't that much of a distraction. Well, I'm about to enter my first year of highschool, second year in the States and so far I've managed to average out one school per year for Elementary, four schools for Middle School and I'm not sure if I really want to stay in the school I'm in for Highschool. I seem to hate everybody. Well, that's it for now. I'll probably be blogging a lot. Byes all.
-Acta est fabula plaudite
I was born in Mexico. Delicias, Chihuahua to be exact. Yes like the dog and yes the joke is completely retarded. Anyway, when I was about two I moved to the States. On Valentine's day in fact. I started off in Holland, Michigan. That place was nice I suppose. But I was constantly moving around even in there so I was usually changing houses and schools. When I was around eleven or so I moved to Northeville. Still in Michigan. Northeville was...hm...well, nothing really. I was only there for a year after which I moved to Livonia, Michigan. I really liked it there despite all my whining. My parents were divorced before I even moved to the States I think and by the time I was in Livonia my Mom and Dad had both remarried. Well, Livonia was nice, I had friends there. My little brother was born on my mom's side and while I was in Livonia my little sister was born on my dad's side. I started Middle School, away from the friends I had made in 6th grade. I went to Frost Middle School. I got into a program called MACAT, I already forgot what it means but it was for gifted children. I didn't like it, naturally, I'm a complainer. Well, lucky me, I was only there for half a year. Half way through 7th grade my mom got caught in Austin, Texas without her papers. She had been on a business trip to Mexico. She got deported and punished with not being allowed to return to the States for five years. Naturally, my family had to go where she went. While she established herself and found a house in Guanajuato for us, I went to Chihuahua to live with my Dad for a while. It was truly Hell. He was married to some bimbo named Lety who had already been divorced three times. My dad loved her though, she had three kids. My little sister, who I had mentioned earlier, an older one who was about 19 at the time and one that was my age. Well, naturally, I didn't get along at all with Luis, the one my age. We hated each other, he was always trying to pick fights with me despite me being considerably larger then he was. He hit me three times even. Twice in the jaw and once in the stomach. I never hit him back. My dad would be devastated. I never told him either, there was already trouble between him and Lety and I didn't want to cause more of it. I should probably talk about what school was like, it was Hell. Because of my recent moving from the States to Mexico, and my long stay in the States. My Spanish was horribly rusty. I thought I knew Spanish, well I was wrong. I had a think American accent and my classmates were kind enough to beat that out of me. They hated me because I had once lived in the States, I never understood that. I dropped out three months before school ended, moving with my mom because I couldn't handle it anymore. But of course, me being the lucky bastard that I am, I passed the year despite having missed well over three months that year. So I found myself in Celaya, not much I have to say about that place. I liked some of the kids, but once more, the majority picked on me because I still had part of my American accent. My glasses, hairstyle, and a scar I have on my forehead gave me the nickname of Harry. After Harry Potter. How creative they are. I was also called Charlie. The English teacher called me that and it kind of stuck. It was pretty bad there, one kid in particular, Ricardo, would ALWAYS be bothering me no matter how nice I was to him. But again, I moved after half a year in the school. Then I ended up where I currently am now, Irapuato. The teachers are pretty nice here, they care more for the students then in any other school I've been in, but the kids are Hell. Again I got the nickname of Harry and I was constantly teased. When I was first introduced to half of the class (other half was in a different English class. They separate them in two for English class) a girl actually asked if I knew Spanish. I laughed, it was a funny moment. So throughout the year I had a pretty low profile, the kids were kinda nice to me because I was new but then next year came, and of course, now I wasn't new. So I was mocked, my hair style giving me a nickname towards the end of the year that stuck, Penis. Yep. I'm Pene. The guys call me that, some of the girls call me that. It sucks horribly. Everybody makes fun of me. But I let it go. I developed a strategy to not let it get to me. If I sleep VERY little, I'm too tired to care during the day. Of course, after school and in the evening I usually end up crying. That's when it all hits me. I also have my distractions, roleplaying, an MMORPG, basketball practice sometimes. But, I just get made fun of during Basketball practice too so it isn't that much of a distraction. Well, I'm about to enter my first year of highschool, second year in the States and so far I've managed to average out one school per year for Elementary, four schools for Middle School and I'm not sure if I really want to stay in the school I'm in for Highschool. I seem to hate everybody. Well, that's it for now. I'll probably be blogging a lot. Byes all.
-Acta est fabula plaudite
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