So I've been coming to this week long thing at school about video production and I have to say I actually like it and if school was like this I'd like school and actually look forward to it even if I didn't know anyone. The way he structure is so loose and able to build upon it. I love it. If school was like this... It probably would take forever for it to be like that. 

I can only imagine how pissed off some adults would be if school was totally different than how school was when they were younger. The drastic change would make them it seem like too much had changed. Change... We always need change. Get used to the change or get left behind. 

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I wonder what I look like from the view point of others. Am I just some random person or do I attract the attention of some people? Well now as I sit here in class I wonder what is the image I present to people. I'd ask but I'd feel like I'm asking for attention which I basically am by typing this. I'll admit it here because I know no one I know will read what I'm typing and it makes me feel okay about admitting things to myself. I honestly feel like this is my journal or something which someone can choose to read. I love being able to write here. Class is almost over..

Comment?

Who reads what I post any ways? Do people really read what I say or just wonder on here randomly?

I hate writing like this.

Why do I keep thinking about being in a relationship? I keep wanting to be in one but I don't picture myself with any of the gay guys I know. I feel like I'm going to be alone for a long time. Since I feel this way I like to read about gay couples because it makes me feel better and a bit more calm. I think too much about myself.

Sometimes life really sucks but it's only for a while never forever... Nothing is forever.

I judge too much

People in my drama class are just so smart. You know, it's the smartest thing to do cocaine in class. I hope that they get caught. I mean why do it in class? You could try to do it some where else and it's obvious that you sniffed something, considering how much you keep sniffing. I feel uncomfortable as I watch them do it. I think I'm too shy and judgmental at this moment. The sniffing is really annoying... what a poser. I think I'm judging too harshly.

Kids

I wish that kids would listen when you tell them something because they just will not shut up and sit down. Today my brother told me he was going to leave his oldest son here and then his other two kids asked if they could stay and just no... they are too much. They make me want to scream but I won't.

Looking forward...

There is a feeling of nervousness and anxious anticipation as the minutes go by and I wait till the final bell rings and preparations are made to start the posada. During the posada we will be selling food. Glow, the GSA I'm president of will be selling enchiladas. After the posada I'll be in a play in the auditorium and that is what I am most nervous for. Today is opening night and I feel so nervous because my mom and sister-in-law will be coming. The last time I was in a play was 4th grade where I was an Owl, a main character. I remember preforming in front of everyone and on the last performance I forgot one line and skipped a whole part of the play. I hope that doesn't happen today.

Why do I complain so much?

Why the hell do I have no inspiration for making a logo? I know that I want to write and I've been itching to write but I don't know what to write about so I'll just blog about my life and how boring it is.

I just thought about how today my sister slept over and how I wish she would go to her own house I mean common why did she buy the house for? I know she's afraid to be there alone but her husband is here now and she could go home now but no she stays here. I don't like the father of her children who I must say seems to be the cause of most of her problems. Well, who am I to judge her? No one so I guess I won't tell her anything and keep my mouth shut like I have for most of my life when it concerns my family.

Pissy at that little missy

I've had this for like a year now and I just blog to get my emotions out. I like it when I see that someone has read my posts but I don't really care. Then I see a girl from my school posting on her own blogger and posting that on Facebook so that people will read it... You attention seeking person. I know her so I feel bad calling her a mean name so I shall just blog about it and feel better afterwards. I guess I feel both angry and jealous that she's using the shit site to get people to read her blogger.