Eyes Closed

I don't know about you but I like closing my eyes when I kiss.

I don't care how gorgeous the other person is or how beautiful the landscape is, I close my eyes.

SO when I saw this I had to post this up.

Anaiz the Bug Whisperer

Anaiz the Bug Whisperer

I hear Alex crying across the hall or so it sounds like cries and screaming “oh my God!” What’s happening?!
She then comes quickly walking in the hallway with her phone in one hand, looking distressed, asking someone to help her.
There’s a bug in her room.
Seriously, I’m not being funny. That bug was HUGE. It wasn’t a cricket or spider status, it was BIG AND BLACK STATUS. No pun intended. It was on Alex’s wall and I could see its wings flapping about. It looked like a beetle and according to Anaiz, it had red eyes sticking out.
So Anaiz… she is amazing. This girl comes out and brings a plastic cup and paper while Alex, Joselyn, Maria, and I stand helplessly, staring at this bug. Gahh… we’re weaklings. Susan then comes out and asks what’s happening and I told her there’s a bug. Anaiz captures the bug with her amazing cup and paper while Susan walks back in with hairspray. No need, Susan. We have a bug whisperer in our suite. :D
She singlehandedly captures the bug and releases it back to the wild Middle Earth. She comes back in with hugs, cheers, and praise. She is the hero of the day, Anaiz.

-Marie Tuplano

Pale but dry and the clouds in your brain remain fogging up the words, hiding the rays.

What? I'm a recovering serial killer. What do you want from me? One day at the time.

   -Countess Bathory (Miss HorrorFest nominee)

Distraught Confessions in a Cubicle

There they laid.
Quiet. Calm.
Lungs expanding, forming a beat.
Closer and closer.
Magnetized  their fragile bodies,
still wrinkled from their release.
Twitching ever so often to inform me of their life.
An inch closer,
soon to inspire the boogieman stories.
I couldn't refrain.
My hands were slithering, sheets were disappearing.
Shivers, tiny bodies exposed to the entropy from the window.
Grasping the air I fought back the demons.
Clenching my fingers around something corporeal.

I didn't mean to.....I meant for the demons, the.....dreams
Their howls, their noise....
My babies,

I couldn't sleep.

Viejo!

Hey old man, stop being mean to my Mother!

I hate to see you cry
Your smile is a beautiful lie
I hate to see you cry
My love is dying inside

-Stereo Love

Note to.....whoever cares

Vegan salami is very good with grilled cheese sandwiches NOT eggs and weenies.

i hear, i groove

Every time I hear this dance I want to put together some form of choreography and perform,
then I remember I can't dance.

Gossip Girl

Ever since this show came it has sparked a crazy fire in highschoolers. Now you might think I'm talking about fans, no. I mean highschoolers are now making wannabe Gossip Girl pages about their highschool. I was in tenth grade when pages on Myspace started appearing. Fire and Ice and then Alias. I actually got to talk to Alias, she was nice. She knew who I was, so I'm guessing she knew me which means you did not do a good job! It's all about being secretive and I already had you pinpointed. Oh and she was Asian! ( I did my Sherlock Holmes tarea.)
But now, things are crazy. Log on to Facebook, type in SOH bonitas' and you'll find a page dedeicated to showing off the "pretty" and "handsome" students. Apparently someone else made a Facebook page, called it Soh blab. This page was dedicated to talking trash about ninth graders, tenth graders, eleventh graders and even twelfth graders at SOH. Gossip Girl is back.

So thank you Gossip Girl, for inspiring students to talk shit about people. Be social and have some guts, do it in their face or at least have the courage to awww fuck it..


Good day sir!
and madam!

Homecoming

What's the best thing about coming home? I think it's a tie between being on lock down and having an amazing brother. Not only does he treat me magnificently but he also provides me with great confidence.

I really want to come home and be able to talk with my bro but instead I get him criticizing everything I do. He only provides support after I've tripped and split my lip and even then, before he starts mending the wound, he still manages to yell at me for everything that led up to my fall.
Fuck you.
Fuck you very very much.

 (and as I reread this I still say fuck you but with a new detail added, I love you even though I hate your tough love idea)

Dead living?

One thing that just pisses me off, that just makes me want to yell at the top of my lungs is people who suck the life out of others.
Leeches if you must. Look if you're unhappy with your life or find yourself loosing control fix it. You can and if you can't at least you can make the situation better. What right do you have to complain if all you do is wallow in your own self-pity?
Here have some Valium, Vodka whatever the fuck you want as long as you do something about it. All you do, and I apologize for being selfish and narcissistic here, is ruin someone else's day. You can pout and complain all you want but if after people give you advice on how to fix said problem and you just choose to not follow the "helping path" than I'm sorry but you do not have the right to continue moping around.

Watch After.Life.

XO

Cuando te vallas no dejes ningun recado

ni dejes rosas

tus memorias son suficientes torturas

y se algun dia, por alguna causualidad veo tu nombre en la noticia o recibo alguna llamada,

que sea para identificar tu cuerpo.

En tu ataud mirare tu cuerpo, o por lo menos tus pedazos y llorare

no llorare de tristeza

,no eso  ya nunca lo veras,

cada lagrima sera por la risa

la risa de ver tu mugroso cuerpo empezar el processo de la muerte.

Te veo en el infierno.

Hit the Road Jack

As soon as I think you're gone you come back.
I think I'm rid of you and poof you show up again.

Grrr..I hate you nausea and dizziness.

Send me something!

I've always loved the idea of having a pen pal. That being said I want a pen pal.
If you want to be my pen pal email me and I will give you my address :)


Or if you just want to randomly send me something then....you can do that too.

annieyaya@me.com

Good morning Mr. R

reply:

I love -YOU- your pulse beating against mine----its a toon that we'll be together soon. Its a happy lil song of--YOU- I love. Muah! Yeah my boyfriend is pretty weird, but fuck it he makes me laugh.

Pseudo Convo

Pseudo: He's in our lil' Asian food group.
Me: I'm in an Asian group?
Pseudo: Our lil' group.
Me: I'm in an Asian group?!
Psuedo: No you're more like a special guest.

jajaja

I got sick again.

That's three consecutive days, and I'm being generous.
:/
Today I am very lightheaded. One thing I have to admit, sometimes it's easier to just say you're feeling alright then have to take time to explain.

Sookie Kisses

Thank you chain gang. My Friday night and Saturday morning was amazing. I missed you guys so much.
Hanging out with you guys was great.
Waking up to Sookie kisses and slight disorientation was the sugar on top.

I love you guys.

chew me up (old)

Looks like these petals don't work.
But they do.
Mr. Beetle has come.
But I want Mr. Bee.
Looks like natural selection doesn't favor my methods.

Ego Brain

You see my pain is real
Watch my world dissolve
And pretend that none of us see the Fall
As I turn to sand
You took me by the hand
And declared, that love prevails over all.

   -System of a Down

Winter Quarter

How do I know that you're an amazing boyfriend?
Easy, my mother tells me she can tell you care for me. That had never happened, until now.
The fact that she actually said "Veo que si le importas y tienes mucho apoyo de el," almost made me cry.

i wuv you