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this is a public journal. i'm not afraid of exposing my life. only 2% of this journal will be friends only, so comment to be added.
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[26 Apr 2008|12:20am]

it's been a very long, agonizingly stressful week for myself. i could go into the excruciating details, but i'll save that because it's been a bore. i've been practicing and cramming mainly for my us history ap exam, when i really should be studying for my SATs and my ap english language exam as well. i'll never be truly prepared (who really would be?), but i'm going to get as close as i can. however, i watched an OPTIC presentation in my english class today and this painting almost brought me to tears. we're in the war unit of our english class, and we've been discussing the atomic bombing on hiroshima and nagasaki; and so to prove to us to support the article declaring the americans evil for the bombing, my teacher gave us a presentation. nonetheless, he showed both still-life photography of the aftermath and the paintings. and this depiction of the true realities these human beings endured seems to draw me to this pang of feeling guilty. granted it wasn't within my power to prevent it, nor could i have prevented it if i HAD the power or lived during this era, but it makes me realize how cruel human beings are as creatures. this makes me draw to a brink of sadness because honestly, i've never felt more understanding as to why other countries hate us. but i have to remember that.. people judge us as a whole when some of us are extremely different from the radical ideas imposed by the government; and it leads to me to never allow myself to become judgemental and view a group with a stereotype. but that painting made me realize how bitter life is, yet we still love unconditionally and continue for that strife of better enlightenment. to be better, well, of course... that is one thing all should be thankful for being blessed with a chance to achieve. i may not be the genuine, honest, caring, and selfless person i dream to be.. but i will continue to chug onwards, to push myself, to leap towards that goal. i will never give up to be better than what people expect of me. never doubt yourself; never give up.

anyway, i am very much so beat from tonight and have to be up in seven hours to get ready for work, so here are some pictures ) for now until i decide when i would fancy to talk about tonight. it wasn't much, but it was fun. D: i'm off so good night, beautiful people!

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[24 Apr 2008|05:50pm]

life is always about letting things go.
i did.
life is falling apart, yet it feels so right to pick it apart.

school has consumed me once more.
i really don't mind.

i think i couldn't be anymore happy with life the way it is.



it's so beautiful.
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[17 Apr 2008|10:19pm]

oh i really don't need my life, i really don't!
this is my life the next two weeks, apparently.




i need to go take some sanity pills, excuse me.


oh right, well, i settled the tensions for myself with everybody by diplomacy and reasoning, so therefore i think i'm being a bit better with understanding where people are coming from. i understand if he "talked shit (ugh, i hate using these ugly words)" about me when we first broke up, but not now. why can't people be more specific? tomorrow is a brand new day, and i have to stand my ground against two other girls because they think it's okay to claim they can beat me down. ummm, sorry, i may support peace.. but if you want to try and come at me, you better hope i'm weak cause i'm not gonna go down. if i do, i'm going down swinging and taking out your teeth! but other than that: i'm feeling like i'm floating on a cloud. and my ears are still amazing, i'm so pleased with my progress with my plugs. sweet deal!

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[13 Apr 2008|03:52pm]
[ music | daft punk ]


my wall is bare - minus my teeny jonas brothers poster - and i very much so appreciate it better the way it is. it makes my room look smaller, but i might redecorate it soon. however, other than me gushing about how *UHMAZN* my blank wall is, a lot has been happening lately such as:



  • i now play expert on guitar hero/rock band. am i amazing? no. am i playing too much? yes. do i really care? not really. :) those games are life, shh!
  • i now work seven days a week. i got a weekend job as an open house representative through some auctioning company of the sort so i pretty much sit in an unoccupied house going up for auction, and if anyone comes by to preview the house.. i let them sign in, give them the legal papers, and tell them the auction date. i earn about $144 for both days, so i'm happy about it.
  • school is kicking my butt. i do nothing but study sessions for history now, and i really don't dislike it so much. preparing for the AP tests is rough business, but c'est la vie!
  • my ears getting bigger. HEY! i am very excited about having 1/2" plugs, thanks. :-(
  • i'm spending more time with my family/friends than i ever have been capable of. it might just be me, but i like being able to be with my sisters without having to rush to third period or risk being marked as a cut for fifth period.
  • something you just have to see under the cut!!! ) trust me, it's HUGE.

    time to shower. adios, loves!
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    [10 Apr 2008|11:51pm]

    nor do you simply exist; we live beautiful lives. lives that are so eagerly in vain to be touched with the soul of mankind, to find the good fortune of one's own self, and to lead a path of self-discovery and righteousness along the way. to question life is precious, yet to live is a far scarce image painted in the palm of society. when air is pumped into the lungs of a human being, it's not a matter of life or death; it is a matter of understanding just how much of a miracle it is to walk in the fields, to smell the dandelions, to touch the wrinkled timelines of a skin, to hear the stories of wisdom from generation to generation, and to taste the beauty and passion of experience that lives in our souls each and every moment. every minute someone is given a second chance, a better chance, and every two minutes - they cease to act on the will they were given. people continue to feel so eager to live, but can rarely see further than the stages of merely breathing and blinking. life is about making choices, discovering the consequences, correcting the mistakes, mending the hardships, and enjoying the results to only endure more repetition. life is far more than one complex problem that can be unraveled by the depths of quantum physics, or placed on limits by calculus. it's far more than science and religion can battle upon, or people can undermine the quotation of "living life to the fullest." we shall not die with such bitter hopes and animosity for others, but simply do as we were intended to do in the first place: live.

    life is such a gift bestowed upon mankind. let us cherish that gift.

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    [05 Apr 2008|09:31am]

    because my brother said it looked too awesome not to take a picture of.


    time for me to go bye bye cause i have work. i'll try to post more later about how sw33t last night was; love you!
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    [01 Apr 2008|10:01pm]
    [ music | spazz ]

    in many ways, they'll miss the good old days

    i really can't recall much happening the past week; well, um, maybe - i fail to notice plenty of things. it's not that i have not opened my eyes wide enough to glance around, it's more so from the lack of time i seem to push onto myself and how much i seem to stress other things (that aren't socially related). but, i defied those means on friday! i had a big heart-to-heart with liz, and i cried as soon as i seen the first two tears roll down her cheeks. it actually takes a lot to make me break down and cry, but liz got me good; i wasn't expecting it. plus, it breaks my heart to see others cry, it's this mother sense that kicks in and makes me go into overdrive to push all my effort into making that person feel appreciated and acknowledged, and that someone will always be there, despite what their beliefs may be. and crying with liz was surreal because we cried over understanding the mysteries of the universe and the works of nature that god seemed to have forfeit onto us. and it doesn't really astound me that people are non-believers, it truly doesn't. whatever someone else's beliefs are, i respect and admire them for having the same amount of faith in their beliefs that i do in mine. it's not a view many people can conspire to acknowledge, but i sure do notice i tend to think much differently on faith, destiny, and fate than other people do. and i will never judge, despite how they may act or speak at me. because i have come across atleast one very negative person once a day, shrouding me with this vibe of being unwelcome. but that won't keep me from being there, it really won't. you got to put your game face on and smile as big as you can, because they could be having just that day and need you that little bit more; each smile you give, it counts. yet, it still doesn't make me stutter when people question the divine rights of my lord; i have faith that my life is in good hands. and it's not only that essence that drives me to continue chugging, but to make people see just how blissful it is to laugh, to cry, to smile, to love, to suffer, to endure, to push... to experience life. i sure don't know whose standard of "living life to the fullest" i should be embarking on, but i know i'm doing a far different and better situation for myself. you make up your own path, let life be free - stay happy. life is the experience that way.

    yeah, it hurts to say, but i want you to stay

    however, in something not SO heavily coated.. i'm slowly, but surely, getting involved into the "girly" lifestyle. not just flats (eek, no!).. but the whole flimsy tops, embracing the ta-tas.. everything! it's phenomenal, almost like i'm doing the whole "out of body" experience. at first i felt as if i was the gangly, awkward girl who could not escape the horrors of pubescence.. and now, it's a little more comforting. i'm just glad that it's something i can feel comfortable with. the band shirts would only last me so long.. but don't get me wrong, i'm still going to embrace my band shirts! anyway, other than feeling the estrogen seeping into my blood stream, i'm pretty much just trying to work on preparing for my AP tests now and kicking into high gear. i have an english essay due friday, first period, about a topic of my choice from our last chapter - science & religion. i chose cloning and going for the negative aspect of it because why not change it up a bit and go against my own opinion? hey, hey, hey.. just because i'm into my religion doesn't mean i'm anti-choice, cloning, or stem cell! but it's going to be havoc having to write that by thursday afternoon at the latest. yuck. but other than that, i think i'm trying to find the balance of working, school, and having friends. i kind of miss certain focal points about my friendships, but i'm not going to dwell on that. today was an awkward day for me, but i enjoyed it up until some snotty girl tried to step on my toes. nuh uh! i don't think so. girls these days, what nerve! yet, i don't really mind anymore. i'm moving on from the phase that girls don't seem to grow out of. especially ex-girlfriends, constantly giving ME dirty looks. i am truly sorry, i really am, that you are enamored with the boy and i'm the recent ex, and he still thinks about me (which breaks my heart each time i consider it).. but i can't magically convince him to stop. i really don't understand her, i really don't! but anyway, let's get on with it. )

    but for your viewing pleasure, here is a year old picture. change much? ha! just take in how much it seems to be that i've shaped and molded myself in a new way. i look the same, but i don't look the same. i don't act the same, but i feel the same.

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    [24 Mar 2008|11:50am]

    obviously i get bored, as you can see from above. but a lot has been happening lately...... but i'm far too lazy to incorporate it all. let it be known that yes, i am aware i look like a total N3RD. lolz. do i relatively care? quite possibly not. all i know is that i'm completely happy with things nowadays. i can't give a reason why, but sometimes i get nostalgic, but it never effects my happiness. be prepared to see me returning my room to the clean white slate it once was. i am tearing down ALL pictorials and drawings to leave it fresh and new. i'm sick of waking up to models, despite my adoration for fashion. they are from old seasons, thus, i must recreate it ALL. i am going to be very relieved very soon. oh right, btw, my lips look stoopid. and obviously i'm B0R3D )



    on another note, this is a normal eye; THIS isn't. i don't get it either, but apparently it looks like a stye. this was when it first was in the process of forming, and then it grew redder, became really painful when i blinked, made my eye appear extremely swollen/puffy, and it was a little bump on the inside. gross much? D:

    oh right, PS: mike roolz as a best friend. honestly. i love that kid way too much. mind you, i did NOT make that his name on my contacts... guess who did? :-)
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    [12 Mar 2008|09:43pm]
    i am doll parts; bad skin, doll heart.

    lately i've felt as if i've become washed out. eyes are sunken in, huge circles are forming around eyes, skin is turning pale, lack of joy; i'm losing my health. not over my emotions, trust me - i'm far over that. i think i'm just pushing myself to the extreme of school that i've failed to give myself any alone time or a relaxation period. i'll admit it - i'm a workaholic. denial is not easily comprehend by my standards, but i'll confess defeat when needed be. it's a bit pathetic when you are a sixteen-year-old teenage girl, with an overflowing capability of flirting and partying, yet spends her time busting her butt in school work, a job, or burying her nose in a book and drawing if she deserves the spare moment. be truthful.. it's NOT very common to find a girl who is so devoted to school work and my word, it even astounds me how much i care about my school work sometimes. i've been reading Frankenstein fervently, writing over three page analysis assignments for two chapters apiece (i'm obsessive over analyzing everything if you hadn't been informed previously). not only that but i've been working even more intensively because i don't want that A- this semester, i want that solid A at the bare minimum. and after spring break - which starts next friday - i'll be doing test prep for the english and u.s history AP tests very immensely. i also signed up for the SATs, so i'm pretty much booked solid for the rest of the school year. maybe this is what everyone has been telling me when they say i'm infatuated with school like as if we were star-crossed lovers. i can quite possibly see that as the truth, i won't deny that my affection truly does really belong to school work about eighty percent of the time. i think i need a break, i really do. i'm wearing myself down to the grinding of my bones and before you know it, i'll be bald by the time i'm a graduate of victor valley. holy jama lama.

    i also picked out my senior schedule. as far as i have been informed, i'm taking: english IV AP, government/economics AP, statistics AP, anatomy HP, painting, and teacher's aide. i decided to take painting since everyone convinced me to get back into a semi-drawing class and i had already promised mr. hill (my current english teacher/biggest supporter) i would be his TA. am i a bit nervous? yes, i want to take on the challenge of more AP classes and getting extra college credit, just in case. i'm mostly nervous for AFTER highschool, what's going to happen. i'm going to be applying to FIDM first of all, and my mom, dad, and best friend are all confident that i'm going to be accepted - despite how disappointed my dad is in me going into fashion design instead of journalism or something where i can be "academically challenged." i am trying to keep my options open though, because i might consider a UC school for a master's in english or taking psychology or some odd thing. i want to work with studying the society, the man himself, the inner workings of his mind. how things function, why life has ceased to be what it previous was and how things formed to be what they are now. i think that would be considered philosophy since i want to discover the realms of all thoughts, how we believe in certain objectives, and why things are the way they are. if you hadn't noticed, i seem to have a form to me that enables me to be articulate. augh. this is what i mean - me overthinking everything.

    yeah, they really want you, they really want you; they really do.


    in other news, i've been informed the old boy misses me. my say? WHATEVER! i'm doing it big and there isn't a thing in the world that's gonna stop me right now. i just want to let loose a bit more and show him exactly how much more he's really gonna miss. i think it's time for me to stop being so stressed over school and my job and focus on myself. that's what i really need - a breath of my own.
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    [08 Mar 2008|10:30pm]

    i'm moving on, but i know i might go back someday if it comes down to it. i wish it wasn't true, but i know that something will turn up and i'll be stuck in that place i was two months ago. but for right now? i'm happy that the feeling of remorse and sadness is all over. i am so sick of having felt like it was MY fault that the relationship fell to pieces, that it was my lack of ability to put more effort into this. i put my heart into it and got nothing in return and i think the kid has a loot of growing up to do before he can come back to me. "do u even have time 4 a BF?" is what he questioned me and the answer? NO. i don't have time for a boyfriend that is so needy, self-centered, or attention-starved to rid me of my goals and ambitions for the future. excuse me for having some priorities of making it out of high school with a relatively classic GPA, good recommendations, and wonderful memories of everything i shared with those i care about. i'm careless? i'm rude? i'm too focused on other things? RIGHT! i'm so glad that i was so careless to not have spend hours on his birthday project; that i was so rude to welcome him into my home every weekend and cook for him and clean after him and care for him when he was drunker than oblivion; that i was so focused on other things that i drove myself right into the ground of sleep deprivation and an abyss of making him come before some of the other people i had in my life longer but i put him right there among the top line. two words (and i don't care how rude or angry they make me sound at this moment) for you, little five year old prick: fuck you. that's right, build yourself a conscience, evaluate who you are, grow a DICK, and come find me after you've learned how to actually treat somebody properly without finding excuses to place the fall over them - especially one person who is so enamored by you that they are willing to take the limits and push them to their threshold and capacities. i'm over it and i can honestly say, the breaking up may have stung and pricked me right when i was the most vulnerable and weak from my doctor's appointment, but now i'm figuring out exactly why i never give anyone my attention - it lands me right back to the very beginning. yet, right now, my priorities are much higher than what he tried to make me lose. yeah right.. if you can't handle me having four AP classes next year, tough break. you're not worth losing my academic schedule. so take your stupid pride and jam it up your BUTT for all i care.


    i'm good enough. maybe he'll deserve to see it when he grows up. but for now, i'm living the way i should. happier than ever with how i am and i'm not changing for anyone. and i just love how close he's trying to get to my better friends to see how i'm doing. creepy much?

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    boredom pt. I [24 Feb 2008|03:27am]
    ode to espanish. (yes, it's clickable.)
    my accents a little bit funny, sorry. don't make fun of my voice either, it took GUTZ to speak in my native language like that - even if i butchered it. if you understood, it's a saying i read from an article and i thought it sounded more sentimental in spanish. this = my boredom at one in the morning.

    aaanyway, the biggest issue i've faced lately is my relationship. i was denying the underlying issues and i came to a realization: while dennis may make me happy, he wasn't satisfying me. and it was building up and apparently after school, some girl (who is a total flirt and likes to flirt with other girls' boyfriends? yeeeah, makes no sense.) was grabbing dennis' butt and i just ignored it because i am not a jealous person unless it's something over the top. then i find out that he wants her number, blah blah blah.. i get a little upset. so i went to work, waited for my frustration to cool down and rest, and then the night rolled around. so i spent a good portion of the night with dennis and we had a serious conversation - about us. understand this: both liz and i have been patient, but we both noticed that our relationships are the same: while we put in the work and effort, they lay back and enjoy the ride; we are unsatisfied, they are worried of losing us. i told dennis upfront "you know, if you don't want to be with me or work this out, tell me now because i am not going to put effort into this if it's going to go down in flames." and he tells me "i do want to be with you, i want to make this work but we fight so much." and i remind him how he told me relationships are supposed to be "worked out." so we worked it out, and i made him see that it's no fun when he comes to MY house, continues to skate, and then expects me to slink around until 1 in the morning when he is ready to come and cuddle and kiss me. oh nuh uh, i made HIM wait until I wanted the kisses and he didn't like it. serves the butt right. but it may be early on in the relationship for us, but we're vowing to make things work. after all, he did let me stamp his entire neck, put lipstick on his cheek, write on his neck with permanent marker, put a headband on him, wear his pants, AND grab his butt. we're taking things slow for the time being, and i think i'm still luckier than heck to have him anyway. he may be stubborn and immature at times, but sitting there at eleven o' clock at night, absorbing one another, getting kisses, being hugged, and having him admire my eyes constantly makes me feel like i can say i'm one damn lucky girl. and even though he calls other girls hot, i'm still the beautiful one. i think i can deal with that.

    but in more useless business, well technically nothing is useless but whatever, i'm kicking up my drawing notch some more to create more energy for myself. edwin invited me to join his "krew," or what they call it apparently, to start doing pieces of graffiti at their house and use my signature character. i'm really iffy about it, but still... the guys really want a girl on their krew to give them an appeal, and they say that i'd be the "cute pierced tagger" on their krew, which made me giggle. but other than that, my only major concern is school and trying to continue to keep up with those practice AP essays for both english and history. i love english, but the practice AP essays are so boring. i mean, analyzing rhetorical devices? yawn. but history is fun, except the memorization. we barely started the great depression on tuesday, but we're going to pick up the pace soon so we can cover EVERYTHING by our test, which is may 9th. i'm nervous.

    but i'm happier than ever because of life is just..... life! i am receiving my new phone within this next week, my trip to hawaii is already booked, my family is whole and utterly blissful, friends and boyfriend are amazing, school is a toughie but still plausible enough for me to enjoy since i am an academic fiend, and i couldn't be anymore thankful for this grace period.

    IM L1V1N L4RG3, LOLZ. )
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    [09 Feb 2008|07:09pm]
    and baby, i'm alive.

    so lately, things have been a bit more strong than my cup of tea can bring me satisfaction. i've learned much, but quite so frantically? improbable. so, to enlighten one's self, i kind of took it down a notch the past few weeks (or three, in this case and point) and tried to tone everything down to a softer mellow tune. the fundamentals of my education are important, of course, but so is it, so to speak, for me to grasp the concept that i'm trying to enrich the inner workings of my self. the thing is that lately i've been at the brink where i feel so completely overworked that i simply feel my brain will begin to spasm, but then i wonder if i'm not reaching my potential whatsoever. i mean, given that sounds a bit complex, yes, and more so spastic than anything else, but when i see the work that i've been given i noticed that it's not even remotely close to being much and that i'm just not hitting the bar like i quite should be. so i'm picking up the pace in my workload, and i'm desperate to get the marks that my heart quenches for this semester. though i can't say it'll be easy, considering that the AP test is THIS semester AND i have plenty of in-class essays to write and correct, and continually improve until that dreadful test in may. i'm more nervous for the english AP test than my history one, mostly because the us history AP test has essays that are more factual and straight to the point, whereas, in the english essays, you have to demonstrate so many arguments and points all while having superior linguistic skills and the prime notion of identifying rhetoric in passages and the essays. trust me, i'm not looking forward to these essays. plus, i've written from one of the past AP prompts (so far), and i had to analyze a passage introduction from a book and show how the author identified two countries with language symbolism. oh yes, i was NOT prepared for that one. but now i'm more on my feet and prepped to see what lies ahead, and now i can face the challenge that my english teacher is so desperate to toss at me. he's so eager to test me beyond my horizon and expectations that he's aiming for me to get a 5. i'll be lucky and very satisfied with a passing 3, but a 4 would be heavenly. well, a 5 would be such an achievement that if i DO get a 5, i'm going to scream my lungs out and plant a big ol' fat kiss on my test paper. i'm down for mine. i'm ready to bomb dat test, y0. lolz.

    but aside from school, things are getting intense in all perspectives of reality. first off, i would like to establish that so far, two weeks with dennis has never sounded any better; so we're beginners, so what! aaanyway, i'm very happily engaged in this relationship so far, but we did sail over heavy waters a few days ago and started discussing things that were meant for later, but dennis is determined to remain strong and bold in our relationship. he told me, "i just want to be a good boyfriend for you and what you want is what matters." but he said it in a more watered down, cutesy, stubborn kind of way which only made me melt a bit inside. so far, things are great. we have our stupid little fights every now and then (which always boil down to the most ridiculous accusations in the world, trust me) but then he comes back and makes me surrender to his cute texts when i'm in class. oh yes, he's pretty sw33t, thus far. i can't really complain all too much since we're all a little bit imperfect and partial to being who we are; and truthfully, i cannot disagree more with enjoying him. spending all last night and today with him was amazing, and i can honestly say that i've never felt any happier with any other guy. his smile gets me ALL the time and it's just so incredible to see how much we're both trying to make things work to make them right. last night was pretty much great on the accounts that he chose to watch four movies in a row with me from like ten to four in the morning, and throughout the course of that time period, he gave me every single bit of affection and attention. but don't get it twisted, we're not THAT serious yet and we're just taking everything slow. it's funny, though, because today he was like "denise, why do you have to be such a DICK to me?" and i just looked at him kind of serious and got a sad face and we just kind of smiled at one another and laughed. he introduced me to one of his good friends today, jesus, and introduced me as the girlfriend. it was pretty remarkable and great at the same time. i'm very lucky right now, so to speak. plus, i cannot get enough of his kisses. what can i say? dennis is the kind of guy i'm into and only want to be with right now.

    oh yeah, and i'm not letting any nasty tricks at school come between the fact that those lips belong to me. if his stupid ex-girlfriends want to continue to try and come at me, talk their shit, try to spit their game at him, or try to look pretty cute in front of their friends to try and mock me... they have another thing comin'. especially that frivolous, cheap, petty, repugnant little lady named cindy. oh yeah, his obsessive ex-girlfriend loathes me. reason being would be a bit blatant and overstated, but nonetheless, it DOES exist. and if she wants to play games, i'll come and play them twice as hard if it comes down to it. i can't say i'll be pretty about it, and i'll make things non-existent if the evidence is present. girls just don't know when to let go and understand the fact that they can't get what they want all the time. and i can see why she wants him, but she needs to get off his jock and quit running her mouth about me before she gets hurt. cause if you ask me... you best believe she better make sure i don't get back up, or else i will make sure she doesn't.

    anyway, i'm done being negative for the day because it's not my style. that is the last time i ever act like that and i'm sorry you guys had to read me being a jerk like that D: but i'm outtie cause i want a pb&j and i'll probably go talk to dennis before he goes to sleep. good night babes. oh right, you best believe i do read your guys' entries when i get on because i completely do.

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    [26 Jan 2008|04:30pm]
    [ music | mika miko ]


    i want time to be a game and we're losing this one; but still, i'm sane.

    fridays are the time where a person has all the more reasons to be pleased; for one, it's the end of the week. two, it's all the more time given to take some time off. three, you get to hang out with all the people you don't normally get to see as often and as frequently as you can during school hours. four, not only reasons 1-3, but there's just way much more things you can dream up on friday. so instead of going to lunas with brittany and lil d, i ended up going to work and trying to put in extra hours that i normally couldn't have done the past few days since i got detention for being off campus and i was out with brittany running errands on tuesday. while i was waiting afterschool for my mom to come get me (my dad went out of town for a business sort of deal), i sat around, freezing since i decided to be polite and not let dennis freeze to death without his sweater (cue the "awwws"), and he sat down beside me and got all hush quiet and said in the softest voice i've heard him do, "i have something to ask you." so i'm sitting there going okay denise, this is totally where you get told that you aren't the deal right now. so i kind of nod my head, wait for him to have "changed his mind" and then he goes, "so, would you ever get with me?" and i pause, look at him dead serious, smile, and go, "well, what do you think?" he took it all serious and went "that's a no? aw man, that's fucked up." so i'm confused, and just say, "well, what do you think my answer is?" and he stopped and said "a no, huh?" and i laughed and went "no, it's a yes." so he gave me a huge ol' hug, and the girls ran over, gushed at me, and squealed with all their girly excitement that they could possibly contain. i go to work, he goes to skate at lunas, i get off of work, clean house with my brother and johnny (johnny left lunas early cause he was bored, i guess, and went to my house to play guitar hero instead), and i chilled for awhile. johnny kind of upset me - but the deal isn't important to me anymore nor was it relevant, at all - and then he told me that dennis had liked me for 3 weeks already and had been trying to figure out a way to work up the nerve to ask me out, or something. i had told my mom the news about having a boyfriend and she kind of spoke really fast in spanish and said FINALLY (which was possibly one of the only things i understood out of everything). but it was cool, then everybody started piling into my house and my brother's girlfriend left with ritchie to go get vodka and more beer, and until then.. we had all just decided to play guitar hero, listen to music outside, and do our ritual and orderly thing.

    well, a good deal of the night i was running around, playing mother to everybody since my mom doesn't do my shindigs, my dad was out of town, and my brother was busy playing guitar hero a great sum of the time. i cleaned up cody's "mess," cooked food for edwin, mike, dennis, and jio, made the drinks for basically everyone, and making sure everybody was having a good time (this time, the list included: edwin, liz, lil d, gabriel, alex, morgan [some guy alex knew], mike, johnny, dennis, brittany, joe, jio, ritchie, and leti). i ended up snagging one kiss from dennis the entire night since he hates when i smoke cigarettes (but he smokes black and milds, too....? if that makes any sense), and he kept on holding me when i had the chance to slow down and grab a beer. we got a chance to be alone for 10 minutes in my room, where he tickled me (AND bruised my stomach), started.. biting the top of my boobs, and hugging me tightly until liz and lil d so rudely interrupted us in my room and refused to leave because they were nosy. needless to say, i was very close to shouting since i hadn't gotten a moment alone with him for the past two weeks, actually, and even though we weren't together then.. and we were now and people wouldn't go away. then they left for about five minutes where dennis took off my glasses and kept on tickling me because i was mocking him, and then mike and liz came in the room and started making out right beside us. dennis wanted to stay in there but hello, wouldn't you feel uncomfortable with somebody laying right beside you, making out intensely and making noises? nuh uh, not my style. but we all went to sleep around four thirty in the morning, and dennis fell asleep right next to me, in my bed, and held me, despite the fact that i was (and still am) severely sick with a horrible cold and cough that only seems to progress through the past few days. there is a lot that happened throughout the night, but i'm feeling really under the weather right now, so i figure i would have just post the more important facts of the night, rather than dive into all of the non-important and irrelevant portions of the night. oh right, i figure i might as well end this entry with some very nice pictures ) of the night. and the lack of good quality is for the fact that i used paint to resize these since my dad owns every photo editing program EXCEPT photoshop or paint shop pro.

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    [22 Jan 2008|01:48pm]
    [ music | bruce campbell ]

    this weekend was extremely hectic and busy, thus my lack of appearance around these parts is crucial for me to explain. but right now i have absolutely NO time for explanations, nor the time to describe how fantastic of a time my weekend has been. i'm "seeing" dennis, i went to see aly & aj and hannah montana/miley cyrus in concert in vegas on sunday, i went shopping for new jeans, i watched liz almost go through with getting a tattoo, and i hung out with my babes this weekend. i'm supposed to be going to the movies tonight with liz and some of the guys, but she's undecided on whether she wants to go or not. but i'm going to go and do my hair because it's a mess and i am not about to go bummin' it to the mall, or in public in general, and let people see me like this. it's bad enough they see it the day after the parties, and i'm embarassed enough of it.

    well, i'll try to get on soon. catch you loves later!

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    temporary [19 Jan 2008|10:32am]
    [ music | magrudergrind ]

    dennis made up his mind.






    he held me all night and kissed me three times.
    he slept for an hour by my side and told me he was glad about his choice.
    (i haven't slept since i woke up at 5:30 am yesterday morning :-()
    he told me i was his type.




    i think life is finally piecing itself together.

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    [16 Jan 2008|08:58pm]

    so, my geometry final wasn't as bad as i thought it would be. it was only roughly thirty problems, and most of them were from recent lessons (like the triangle inequality theorem and some postulates like the segment addition one), plus it was open notes which i only had to peak at every now and then. i finished within the first half hour of the two hour block period we had (the finals schedule started today), and the rest of the hour and a half i did pretty much nothing; sat there and looked dumb, i guess. oh, right! i got interviewed for mark's odyssey - the television/broadcasting class - project and i wrote brittany a note. but in my first period, i got to watch the rest of the color purple, which was actually really good. i actually enjoyed that movie quite a bit, and i pretty much have to analyze it for my english essay, due on friday. i have to compare the similar themes between the bluest eye and the color purple, and kind of show distinctions against their differences, as well. it's only a three page paper, which is actually excellent, and it's prepping me for the ap english test, which is pretty sw33t. i'm nervous for that. oh yes, good news: i got back my english composition book and my english paper. both were perfect scores, and mr. hill was raving about my essay during first (before we started watching the movie) and i turned bright red. but basically in third, i did absolutely nothing except attempt to study from the photo book, but it's open book... so that's pretty much a simple A for me. i also should start developing more of my pictures because i totally failed this semester. it's not my fault completely, the projects she gives us are completely bland. i mean, texture, pattern, shape, form..? oh yeah, taking pictures of hair, fur, shadows, and rulers is totally fun. and then she marks us down points since our photos don't have "depth." it's sort of hard having a basis around taking a picture of rulers. oh yeah, right, we're showing our obligation to mathematical studies during school hours...? wow. not fun. then in fourth, during restaurant occupations (ie: foods), i wrote ashley a note for pretty much nothing since she threw it away and ignored everything i said. that made me feel excellent at the end of the day. her excuse was, in her own words, "oh. i didn't feel like reading right now." so um, yeah. sweet.

    but, dennis and i reached out potential high of awkward and weird. right now i'm completely drained and tired of what we're going through, and he's not even my boyfriend. he said he likes me (yes, i squeezed it out of him finally), but he didn't know whether he was going to get back with his ex or not because she wanted to get with him. so in short terms: we argued a bit; go figure. honestly, alison, johnny, and saul want me to kind of give up on him because he's a kid.. but i don't want to throw in the towel just yet, i mean, things take time, right? and then, if i wasn't already uncomfortable, saul goes and tells me that dennis goes and sees a girl down in la every weekend and hooks up with her.. and that doesn't make me feel any better. so i'm in a rut, i'm sick, and very very overworked and tired. i have huge black circles around my eyes, and i'm a mess.. i just, i really don't know what to do anymore. it sucks that the guy i like assumes i only like him because he's "cute" but he doesn't even understand half of anything. he just likes to make incompetent presumptions of what i'm feeling, what i think, and what i say. and i just feel like.. if he can't decide between his ex and me, i'm just a silly choice; that's all i am to him. truly, i've done enough of that rebound stuff for ivan, and i really don't want to have to deal with another one all over again. i am babbling now because i am half asleep, and i really.... wow, i have nothing else left to say in me. i'm going to be much too tired to argue or whine to dennis tomorrow, i just don't have much left in me. i swore to myself i wouldn't fight for a guy anymore, but i don't want to let this go so soon because i really like him, a lot. and it's so weird because i'm not a jealous girl when it comes to guys, but whoa.. him? he's a different story. we'll see what happens tomorrow. i'm trying to keep this journal as updated as possible (sorry i lack pictures, but i am not on my own computer yet and i really don't like having my camera with me everywhere i go as of right now) for you guys, and trying to juggle a lot at once. i have much to do in preparations for friday night since it's edwin's pre-birthday party, adee's late gift pt. 2, and jared's going away. i have a lot of things to pull together, not to mention go cash my check, pick up my new phone on friday, buy the cake, get some decorations, watch dennis skate, and then come home and clean house. i feel like i'm a party planner/student/worker/waitress/maid.

    i'm just out of mind. oh yes, that's it.

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    an awful, watered down summary. but i need help! [12 Jan 2008|03:59pm]
    [ music | das oath. ]

    my mind is shrouded. this friday was typically a bit more than i expected it to turn out to be. so afterschool, johnny and i head over to luna's. since all of you (or maybe a few can be) aren't from the high desert area, luna's is this abandoned lot - named because the pawn shop next to it was called luna's pawn shop - where skaters put in rails and it has a huge jump and whatnot, pretty much the skating spot in my town. well, friday is skate day for all the skaters to go so it's pretty much packed with amateur skaters. so i chill with alison, edwin, jennilee, jaydene, and genista until around 4:30-5 o'clockish and we drive like, up towards the super market and the guys start doing tricks off the loading dock. by this time, there was only like a group of 10-12 skaters and genista and i were the only girls. i sit by myself for awhile, watching the view from this huge mountain hill of the loading dock and just chill, talk to brittany on the phone, and whatnot. mike and dennis keep me company and so i have to leave with johnny to go drop off genista and saul at genista's house. basically, we all meet up at jack in the box, and go to race night (as if the name doesn't make it more obvious than it already is). if you all didn't know: dennis is pretty much the apple of my eye, the most ridiculous and immature boy, but he is still totally handsome in his own way of sarcastic narcissism, ridiculous jokes, and... the most unique voice i've heard (so i've got a soft spot for voices, .... so what!). so basically, mike is one of my insanely greatest guy friends in THE world and says "denise, we should totally just drink and party at your house --- but just a small group of us." because 1) he knows i definitely do like dennis (... a lot), 2) dennis is shy and i totally am not, and 3) dennis was staying the night at mike's house. but none of this dawned on me until after i asked my parents, and they were totally awesome about it ("no drinking until your mom and i are home. and no puking in the house anymore."). so we stay at the mall for like half an hour, get bored, and go to valentino's/autozone. stayed there until about roughly 10:00. by then, i'm pretty much worn out from walking, talking, and making plans so suddenly last minute. and when i say last minute, i do mean the literal portion of it. i am basically a wreck by then, and i look like a mess. but still, dennis still approaches me, talks to me, laughs at my ill humor, and sticks around until mike/edwin beat his butt at skate. but that's only the beginning.

    so, then the party is happening at my house. by then it's johnny, liz, edwin, brittany, mike, dennis, (my cousin) gabriel, my brother, and i. we do jägerbombs, tequila shots, and beer bongs. as in we, i meant liz, brittany, gabriel, my brother, and i. mike did one jägerbomb. so the guys (johnny, edwin, mike, and dennis) leave to go check out some other house party around 11:00-11:20-ish, and the rest of us start watching metalocalypse and falling asleep. midnight rolls around and they come back to my place (with robert in hand), and more jägerbombs/shots, tequila shots, and beer bongs ensue. cue the drunkness of the night. so we go to my backyard, dance to daft punk/justice/mstrkrft/sebastiAn/nwa and other jumbo music selections, and dennis asked me to play him a game of pool since mike was eating. i won, and he got jealous cause i was "good" at it and he "let me win." so my brother goes and plays dennis, and i sit down to talk with mike. mike then said, "yeah, when we were at the other house party, dennis was telling me, "lets go... i could be hanging out with denise instead or something." cue my butterflies at this exact moment. so by this time, it was around one in the morning, and people were buzzing it, but liz was pretty much gone. people were painting each other with my fluorescent paint and we were glowing under the black lights, but i started playing on some cinder blocks in my backyard that line my grass and dennis kind of follows me. so this is where we actually get to talk. dennis then comes in and says, "so i heard you thought i was cute" and i was like, "who told you that?" and he just said, "everybody!" well, i told him, "well, yeah, i can't really say no cause you're NOT ugly whatsoever..." and he was somewhat embarassed and chuckled nervously and said thanks. eventually everybody went inside and left us alone in the backyard, which was way obvious, and we got on the subject of relationships, his girlfriends, and rejection.. oh right, and he complimented me by saying, "you're like... really.. smart." and i just laughed and accepted it because it was cute the way he said it. then, out of nowhere, he blatantly asked me, "do you like mike?" and i was shocked and went, "whaaat? nah." so he says it quietly, "well, that's not what i heard.." and i asked, "who told you that?" and he said "nobody." so i ignore it, and just say, "no, mike and i are chill and great friends.. that's all." and he was like "oh... that's cool." but i did tell him i had a crush on a guy (but i didn't say ANOTHER guy, just SOME guy), and that he was a good guy but he was probably into another girl, and he said, "you should talk to him more." and we talked about rejection and i guess he didn't get the hint i was talking about him but whatever. it was dope.

    by the end of the night, it was about four in the morning, and i was dead tired. dennis was scared from scary stories my brother told him about our creepy and haunted home at night, so he had a fit and i let him sleep in between mike and i (on the bed it was brittany, mike, dennis, then me) cause he didn't want to sleep on the end. i kind of nearly fell off the bed and he was too nervous to be next to me so he sort of spooned with mike and i found it amazingly and stupidly cute in an odd way. and the bed got really hot with him by me so i just gave up and went to sleep on the floor until about 6:30 and i woke up. then, in the morning, mike was talking to me in my room while dennis and edwin were playing pool out back and asked me, "you told dennis you liked another guy?" and i was like "did dennis tell you that?" and he laughed and said "yeah, he tells me everything." so i was like "no! i said SOME guy, not ANOTHER guy! that boy is tripping." so mike was like "i wasn't lying when i said dennis wanted to come back to your house to hang out with you." so when they had to leave in the morning (cause they had no ride home, and i was not smart enough to use my mouth and say my dad could give them a ride home), i got tongue twisted and nervous when dennis hugged me.

    so please, in light of this night, help me answer this question: should i make the first move on dennis? let me remind you how cute he is, and no... none of this is a fabricated hoax. i DO need assistance so quick, help, before monday comes! what should i do about dennis?


    oh right: hello children, i will try to post an introduction post next after this. i just had to get this out here ASAP.

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