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Oct. 9th, 2010 | 07:36 pm

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Day 20- Someone you see yourself marrying/being with in the future
I'm hoping all my friends but then again...when I first had actualy friends, when I started my university...I thought I was gonna know them for all my life. And after two years of knowing them, right now I can't know where are they.

Day 21- A picture of something that makes you happy

Little children, and the talent I have to make them happy.

Day 22- What makes you different from everyone else
Pretty much everything, and nothing. We're all a bit weird.

Day 23- Something you crave for a lot
Dumpling soup, or chinese food in general.

Day 24- A letter to your parents
I'm not really in the mood, and I've done that a thousand times now.

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Writer's Block: She's a brainiac on the floor

Oct. 7th, 2010 | 04:48 pm

Would you rather be super-rich or super-smart if you would only be average in the other category?

I were super smart I would know how to be super rich, and not waste the money in idk, drugs, booze and chihuahuas.

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meme 'cause class is boooorrriiiinnnggggg.

Oct. 4th, 2010 | 10:19 am

I am 5’4 or shorter.
I have many scars.
I tan easily.
I wish my hair was a different colour.
I have friends who have never seen my natural hair color.
I have a tattoo.
I am self-conscious about my appearance.
I have/I’ve had braces.
I wear glasses.
I’d get plastic surgery if it were 100% safe, free, scar-free.
I’ve been told I’m attractive by a complete stranger.
I have more than 2 piercings.
I have piercings in places besides my ears.
I have freckles.

Family/Home Life:
I’ve sworn at my parents.
I’ve been kicked out of the house.
I have a sibling less than one year old.
I want to have kids someday.
I have children.
I’ve lost a child.


I’ve slipped out a “lol” in a spoken conversation.
Disney movies still make me cry.
I’ve snorted while laughing.
I’ve laughed so hard I’ve cried.
I’ve glued my hand to something.
I’ve laughed till some kind of beverage came out of my nose.
I’ve had my pants rip in public.

I was born with a disease/impairment.
I’ve had stitches.
I’ve broken a bone.
I’ve had my tonsils removed.
I’ve sat in a doctor’s office with a friend.
I’ve had my wisdom teeth removed.
I’ve had surgery.
I’ve had chicken pox.


I’ve driven over 200 miles in one day.
I’ve been to Canada.
I’ve been to Niagara Falls.
I’ve been to Japan.
I’ve Celebrated Mardi Gras in New Orleans.
I’ve been to Spain.
I’ve been to Africa.
I’ve been to France.

I’ve been lost in my city.
I’ve seen a shooting star.
I’ve wished on a shooting star.

I’ve seen a meteor shower.
I’ve gone out in public in my pajamas.
I’ve pushed all the buttons on an elevator.
I’ve been to a casino.

I’ve been skydiving.
I’ve gone skinny dipping.
I’ve played spin the bottle.
I’ve crashed a car.
I’ve been skiing.
I’ve been in a play.
I’ve met someone in person from the internet.

I’ve caught a snowflake on my tongue.
I’ve seen the Northern Lights.
I’ve sat on a roof top at night.
I’ve played chicken.
I’ve played a prank on someone.
I’ve ridden in a taxi.

I’ve seen the Rocky Horror Picture Show.
I’ve eaten Sushi.
I’ve been snowboarding.


I’m single.
I’m in a relationship.
I’m available.
I’m engaged.
I’m married.
I’ve gone on a blind date.
I’ve been the dumpee more than the dumper.
I miss someone right now.
I have a fear of abandonment.
I’ve been divorced.
I’ve had feelings for someone who didn’t have them back.
I’ve told someone I loved them when I didn’t.
I’ve told someone I didn’t love them when I did.
I’ve kept something from a past relationship.

I’ve had a crush on someone of the same gender.
I’ve kissed a member of the same gender.

I’ve had sex with more than one person at the same time.
I am a cuddler.
I’ve been kissed in the rain.
I’ve had sex outdoors.
I’ve hugged a stranger.
I have kissed a stranger.
I have had sex with a stranger.

I’ve done something I promised someone else I wouldn’t.
I’ve done something I promised myself I wouldn’t.

I have lied to my parents about where I am.
I am keeping a secret from the world.
I’ve cheated while playing a game.
I’ve cheated on a test.

I’ve run a red light.
I’ve been suspended from school.
I’ve witnessed a crime.
I’ve been in a fist fight.
I’ve been arrested.
I’ve shoplifted.

I’ve consumed alcohol.
I’ve smoked a cigarette.
I(‘ve) smoke(d) pot.
I regularly drink.
I’ve taken painkillers when I didn’t need them.
I’ve done hard drugs.
I’ve been addicted to an illegal drug.


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Oct. 4th, 2010 | 07:50 am
Location;: Puerto Rico, Bayamon
Mood;: cheerfulcheerful
Music;: Captain Jack and The mermaid

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Day 18- Plans/dreams/goals you have
Finish school. Get a job. Pay a house, car, rest of important things. Keep an account. Adopt a child.

Day 19- Nicknames you have; why do you have them
-2 guys in school call me "Jonas" because they know about my obsession with the Jonas brothers.

-A guy in school has like, 3 niknames for me. First, "Yugi" because he knows I play Yu-Gi-Oh! and he finds that incredible funny. Second one is "Snow White" because I have her hair and since I wore that red bow to school he keeps calling me that. And third, "Luz Clarita" because idk, he thought I looked like a child soap opera actress that was famous on the 90's. He's crazy.

-Majority of my friends call me "Kei", because it's just easier than Keishla.

-My aunt calls me "Teresa" because it's my second name and she confuses my first name with my mom's.

-Mom calls me "Keish" or "Keishly" or any weird variant.

-Grandma calls me "Niña Keishla" because I guess she watches too many soap operas.

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whatever I forgot again about this damn meme

Oct. 2nd, 2010 | 08:40 am
Mood;: apatheticapathetic

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Day 08- Short term goals for this month and why

Survive school. Something happening.

Day 09- Something you’re proud of in the past few days

Day 10- Songs you listen to when you are Happy, Sad, Bored, Hyped, Mad
I don't have an exact song I always listen to, so...yeah.

Day 11- Another picture of you and your friends

Alexis & I. Enough with the pictures!

Day 12- How you found out about Tumblr and why you made one
Okay great no everyone know sI stole this from tmblr.

Day 13- A letter to someone who has hurt you recently
I guess I only hurt myself.

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Sep. 29th, 2010 | 09:13 pm
Mood;: tiredtired

  • I'm worried because my friend is telling me some weird stuff. He's been telling me he "loves" me with no reason and now he told me he sorta has a crush on me. He's a friend but I don't even consider him a good friend. He also tells me there's people that see me as a very bad person but he defends me. I have no idea what to say to him, if he's telling the truth I don't want to deal with something like this now!
  • I'm really mad with my cousin. I don't even know where to begin. He's always treating me like shit. I don't even want him to treat me good, I'm just thinking, if I'm the only one that goes with him to all the places he needs someone to go. And he's always putting me down. I can't even say anything without him commenting on how ugly I am. I mean, what kind of a friend is that? We went to the mall together and there he was, pointing at the pregnant isle and saying "Hey, look, clothes for you" and it's not one or two or three times, it's all the time. I always joke that I'm fat and ugly, but it's not like I'm giving you entrance to make a joke out of your only friend here. Why is it that every one of my damn friend insist of fucking me over?
  • The Torrid store here is awesome, but the clothes are from size 12 which is way too fucking big for me. I saw a Marilyn Monroe shirt, I almost died and when I opened it it was enough to make me a dress out of it. Why is it that either I can't fit inside a 'normal sized' dress, and plus clothes are so fucking big? Hate stores because of that.
  • Probably failing my editing class.
  • Other cousin named Emily admitted her homosexuality to the family. She is now living alone because her parents won't talk to her. Even mom is like "Poor Emily, but she has to get rid of the devil inside her" and shit. I hate the world.

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Writer's Block: Boldly going

Sep. 27th, 2010 | 02:03 pm

Which fictional world would you choose to visit, and why?

(*please note I've painted the name with my house colours while my stay there)

...and Pigfarts.

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La fe con que vivo, la potencia de mi voz, los pies con que vivo.

Sep. 25th, 2010 | 12:38 pm
Location;: Puerto Rico, Caguas
Mood;: crushedcrushed

My mother has been ranting all day about me getting drawing classes and in the future, working as an artist.

Maybe I'm wrong, but aren't mother supposed to be telling you to study law, or medicine? Well mine is a special case, she's a hippie and wants me to be the same. I can't. I'm sorry, but I just think that mothers see their children as the best thing that's ever stepped on earth, so I can't take my mother's praises as true.

She really thinks I have talent for this sort of thing, wants me to prepare a portfolio and go to Hollywood. How stupid is filling your 19 yr-old daughter's mind with empty impossible dreams that are obviously, never gonna come true? Where will that leave me?

I've told her, I just want a nobody job, a stupid life, like everyone. A house I can pay in a boring neighborhood, kids with learning problems, a cheating husband, an evil mother-in-law, to clog my arteries for the rest of my days until I get some sort of sickness everyone gets and die. That's how I see my life. I'm not gonna fight for some big artist life, I don't want to be hungry every day of my life, kill myself when I'm 30.

So many people better than me have never made it, so many musicians that never were recognized. So many great actors that never get a damn part. And mom wants me to get classes, so I can waste my already wasted life on nothing. On having fun around and 'live'. Ugh, how I hate this.

Well I had to scream to her crying. I well know I've taken classes since I was a little girl, that people think I have an amazing ability, but I don't feel like it. I mess up every single drawing, I see error in ever line, I see then done so damn wrong, and every time I look at a finished project I think...this thing is never finished, because I can't finish it. And one more time I say to myself what a waste of space I am.

Does someone feel like that? I feel like I can go to my own world when I draw, I feel like they move alone, and I can be at last in peace, I never listen to anything outside the paper. It sounds like a soap opera, but that's what I feel. And when I'm done, I disappoint myself in what I see. Always. Never fails. And if I ever feel slightly good on something, I get someone that says some comment about it being wrong or looking weird or needing something. Everyone is a fucking critic.

But well, everyone's always better than me in something. I've seen better photos than mine. I've seen better paintings, better writings. I do my hair and there's someone next to me with better hair. I stitch up a shirt and there's Karl Lagerferd on the tv. I sing a song and my voice sounds like crap next to Shakira's. I smile in the mirror and I remember I will never be as gorgeous as Bettie Page. I'm used to it, everyone is. Life's like that, why can't she leave me alone?

This is exactly why I always stop doing 'art' for fun. Now that I was thinking about getting more materials, to enjoy my watercolors, comes this. I'm gonna stop again. It hurts stopping. Now I won't have a space to myself in this house. Now I can't get away.

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It's never ever gonna end, 'cause you're my real best friend, bab

Sep. 25th, 2010 | 07:03 am

I'm feeling so small again.
I hate it.

I've noticed, all my friends say the same about me. I was talking again to Carlos and he asked me what did I think about him before meeting him. (He used different clothes, hanged out with people that are not my group and had a different perspective on life) I told me I was sure he was a waste of space and an ignorant. And he's not. I guess, he didn't talk much, but he hanged out with the people I hate listening to, so I obviously thought he was brain dead. And he's actually a literature lover, multi-talented, funny guy with an beautiful mind. I love finding out who people are.
So he told me what he thought about me. He told me, they all believed I was this problematic girl with a hard shell. That I was too much of a realist and he didn't like the way I was always saying what I thought out loud, without caring what people think. I didn't even know, but my friends also say the same. That I don't worry about things, that I talk loudly and I say everything I want to.
I don't know how I feel about this, I didn't even know I did, I've always felt like I've never said too much about what I think. Weird hoe everyone seems to have that impression when in reality, it's not so true.

I've started watching La Corda D'Oro and wow, pretty.

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Writer's Block: How is it going to end?

Sep. 25th, 2010 | 01:41 am

What would you do if you only had one month left to live?

I wish. Probably just sit like this and continue living like I do. I mean, I wouldn't tell anyone, and I'm not a millionaire to live some kind of crazy month, so...yeah.

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