Decode.

Last night was actually fun, being at an old place I was fimiliar with. As I walked through the front door, the memories flood back. I might hae even gotten whiplash or just a bad case of dasha voo. It was nice just to talk to person who was at the place I was a couple months ago. This person was finding that high school was becoming his living hell. I wanted to help as much as I could. He was finding that depression is the strongest thing a human could find. It seemed like I completely forgot my past with him and set everything aside. I wanted to ask him serval questions about what happened to us, I just couldn't. I was there more mental support and he needed a friend to talk to. I thought I would never ever speak to him after what had happened. Its amazing how good it flet just to be heard, telling some else my whole high school drama eperience was great actually. Maybe he was more like me than I could of thought. How could he deicide whats right when someone was clouding his mind. Its hard when people take sides but someone took his pride this time. I thought the whole night how did we get here,I used to know you so well. I said do you seen what they done, there making such fools out of themselves. Your better than them. Eventually he can rise above all of this. There is something I see in you it might kill be but he needed to here the truth. Nobody wants to be at at this dark place that he was at. He needs to realize how many people love him including his parents. We probably talked for 2-3 hours straight about  him. He said you out of all I would of never guess you would be the one to help me, support me, and listen too me. Now decoding the truth is harder than it seems.

Run to Talk, Talk to Run

Every time I seem to have a problem, or to face things that are difficult I blog. For some reason this is now becoming a daily rotuine. But this time I don't have a problem and I'm not questioning anything. When I joined Granada's cross country team, I needed that support system to be great instead of just okay. Before I joined I was at a rough spot in my life. If you read of my other blogs you would know why:DRAMA. All of a sudden I was forced into a team, not just a great group of runners, but a great group of people. Here at Granada XC I was apart of a team. While I was on my daliy rn for the day, thoughts came pounding into my head of why oyher people joined this team. As I was thinking more than I should o been, I realized what this team did for others. Some runners love the feeling of beating high-end schools throughout the bay area. Others have a mindset, a goal, a place where they need to get to during a race. Most people have never thought of cross country as a serious sport, but they had no idea of how hard everybody works to do great and be great. What makes Granada so different have the other schools is that we are all friends, theres no drama, no problems, and no people who wanted me dead or hit by a bus. Everybody was so nice, funny, and outgoing. Everybody has there own reasons for loving this sport. Now I was wondering why I loved it? Maybe it was verthing I needed to land on my feet. Maybe I loved the atmosphere of running, maybe it was pure adredaline pricing through my veins. I think it was all of the above and more reasons. I have meant some of the nicest people. Cross Country is a sport of mental strenght, drive, and most importantly passion.

Forgetting the Past

For once in this whole year I've been feeling good, I have forgoten everything about the typical high school dance. Its amazing how when your a teenager the small things in life can affect you the most. After a great night at golden skate I realized all I ever wanted just to have a good time, and LIVE IT UP! I've never been the drama qeen ever.. and thats something I don't want to known as that.  Last night it seemed like everything changed I guess I just needed a good time. Its like I've been dealing with everybodys problems but mine. Its hard being a friend for everone too, even the people I wanted to get hit by a bus. When high school came I kind of wanted to change. Change for the better, help more, and do more. I was tried of the past, the past seems to always be coming up in this life of mine. If they call it the past shouldn't everybody forget about it. For some reason the past was more talked about than the future. It seemed like for some reason my past was all I could ever think about.  But as of right now I just want to live for the moment I guess.  I probably sound like some high school loser when I say that... oh great. Its funny how just one person can change your mood, and just makes you realize things that you were too blind to see.  The past is the one thing that reminds us all of our downfalls.

the actual dance

So the homecoming dance was tonight. This was my first high school dance in the history of my exsitance. I spent hours on hair, make-up, and nails. I aactually flet pretty good about how I looked until I walked up to the gym door, and everybody looked like models. I flet like crap, I guess it was a feeling I was maybe to flimiar with.Everybody always says how fun the high school dances are, but Granada was just like any other school.  A ton of people trying to start a fire. It was pretty gross,any who the two girls I pretty much danced with the whole night found guys while I was the loner.This
was not the way I wanted my night to go. No slow song  dances, 25% of the dance was being outside talking to friends and the rest of the night was trying to dance in a hot gym with way too many people in it. Call me crazy but it was kin of fun, who needs a date anyways? Well almost everybody there had a date it was like couple centeral tonight. To make things better the guy I like asked a girl from LHS and she was sooo pretty. Did I die a little bit inside,,,,OF COURSE. But you can't always get what you want. But what nobody ask is what about the people who get everything they ever wanted, everthying just gets handed down to them, their wish is someones command.

homecoming week: GRANADA STYLE

Here at Granada High we probably have the most school spirit throghout the state, maybe even the country.  Homecoming week is over 1,000 people showing how much they love our school and how much more they love their class. Usually the seniors always do amazing things within their skit and the freshman are known to SUCK. This year I think we actually did okay for once, while everybody screamed freshman  at us we still manged to hold our heads high. It is tuly amazing how people can come from different clicks and different social groups and really work together. This is why I love Granada! I can't wait until homecoming, although my date is my wonderful cousin, I really think the whole date thing is just a tad bit overrated. Maybe it was just me but standing in front of a camera for serval hours in 5 inch heels didn't blow my mind. To any other girl she would be thrilled but I finally have the dress, heels and hopefully the right look. Just don't want the dance scene to break out into a drama scene. So far high school and homecoming week have been amazing. So I'm loving my friends, family for some strange reason and school.. have I LOST MY MIND? YES.. If anybody is reading this which you probably aren't I just want to say thanks for listening to my sad high school stories. an maybe you will here some good ones too....

High school life

I'm now a freshman in high school..o joy. This high school is pretty big for Livermore being a small little town. HIGH SCHOOL is two words everybody loves or hates. High school isn't as bad as everyone says its sadly worse well for me. The moment when you realize its your freshman year and you are going to be here for the next four years, I think I might have had a heart attack for a second or two. The drama didn't start for me until 5 weeks into "the best years of my life." Of course the drama starts with some girl, "your guy" and a huge lie. The rumors start to spread and I lost my head. For a couple of weeks all I wanted was for her to get hit by a bus. And I wanted him to get ran over by a bus as well. The moment whenI found out my ex best friend was going out with my ex boy friend, my live got AKWARD. Since the he is in one of my classes. Anyways I had to hang out with a different group.. instead of being little miss populuar I was now known as two faced bitch. Thanks to this girl she has told half of the freshman class that I called her fat last year,LAST YEAR also known as 8th grade.I never called her that, why would I? I mean I'm not that mean of a person plus she isn't fat at all. Now I realize she for some reason thought she had more power than me, she thougt she was better than me. Which she probably did. Thanks to countlless hours of talking to my new best friend, my mom, and my dog tyco, I finally was maybe feeling ok about going to school.  But now I can finally see past of all of this for some reason I don't think she can. Anywho thing are finally loonking better FINALLY.  And how long did this take, sadly about another 4 weeks. At every high school there will always be a social class. Kids will still get picked on /bullied. Teenagers will still have depression and every story has two sides.