Sunday, June 28, 2009

Tough

Isn't it funny how music touches us? It has the ability to bring you back to a special time, or place. It has the ability to bring back feelings, whether happy or sad.
These past three days haven't been good for me. My relationship with Chavy has always been... different. He lives in the Bronx, I live in suburban New Jersey. Although this might not seem as a great distance, any distance is a great distance. He's a Junior, going on Senior, and I'm a Freshmen going on Sophomore. From the first conversation we had on MSN, I knew he was going to be a huge part of my life. He and I had the same type of humor. We watched the same shows, we just brought out the best in each other. He pushed me to grow intellecutally. He was the only person in my entire life that I KNEW i was lucky to have in my life.
We've been together since he was a Sophomore. I've know him since he was an 8th grader. When we became a couple, we had to make due with what we had. We talked through I.M. everyday, calls here and there. After 1 month of being together, we saw each other from the 22- 26th. Those days, although were incredible, they were way too short.
Our whole relationship was a struggle. We moved at a slow pace. First kiss at 3 months. First hand-holding at 3 months. Cuddling at 3 months.
Because we had such limited time together, we appreciated it, so much more. Our relationship was the strongest bond, I'd ever known. We spent Christmas of '07 together, New Year's of '08 together. Halloween of '07. Whenever we got together, it was as if though we had never left each other. But with each visit, comes an end. Each end got tougher and tougher. I cried for a great portion of them.
The first few months of being together were the best months of my life. Honestly, i've never felt so much love and adoration. It's not something that can be explained. Only people who've felt this know exactly what i mean. We were the cheesiest goobers ever! I'd send him song lyrics that I thought were cute, he'd read poems to me, we'd talk about the future, we had two "kids", we'd spend HOURS on the phone saying things so cheesy that you'd hate cheese.
Months passed, and we were at our 1 year anniversary. We spent it together. I remember he got me shoes that I REALLY wanted. More months passed, and we fought. Normal couples fight. But normal couples can hug each other, or kiss to stop the fight. We didn't have that. After fights we'd have to wait WEEKS to embrace each other. A month ago, he and I had a fight. But it was in person. The conflict was solved so quickly, simply because we could hug, or hold hands.
Shortly thereafter, things got harder. We haven't fought, but the distance is taking a toll on us. Not only the distance, but the fact that he's now going to have a job, and going to work 5 days a week, which leaves... almost no time to talk.
He broke up with me three days ago, for that reason.

What made me document this is, after he broke up with me, I didn't really cry. I felt horrible inside, sure. It's the worst pain, I've ever felt, but I had to be strong. I told myself there's no use in crying. I tried persuading him that this isn't the best solution. We can work anything we want to, if we just try. After a day of trying to get him back, i felt pitiful. No use. Might as well leave him alone.
This morning when I woke up, I felt that same pain I did yesterday. Almost stronger as time passes. I made it the whole day without crying, until things started breaking me down, little by little. I was listening to "Now that I'm grown, I've seen marriages fall to pieces." Down and Out- The Academy Is... That reminded me of Jon & Kate Gosselin. For some reason, their relationship ending, really hurt me. I didn't express my pain to anyone. I guess the reason that it hurt me, is I saw love fall apart before my very eyes. I saw their failure from the beginning. I saw Kate crying because she couldn't do anything to save their marriage. Regardless of her personality, I believe that she really wanted to save it.
I went on myspace and listen to the Jackson 5. Their song "Never Can Say Goodbye" made me cry. "Even though the pain and heartache, seems to follow me wherever I go. Though I try and try to hide my feelings, they always seem to show. Then you try to say you're leaving me, and I always have to say no... I keep thinkin that our problems, soon are all gonna work out. But there's that same unhappy feeling and there's that anguish, there's that doubt. It's the same old did ya hang up? Can't do with you or without." This song perfectly describes how i feel.
I just wish this whole hurt point of my life is over. Can't it just get back to happy? This time, two years ago, was the happiest I'd ever been. Because of him. Two years later, this is the saddest/most depressed I've ever been. Because of him. You know what makes it hurt more? The loneliness. I'm so used to texting all day, or talking all day, that now when we don't have that anymore, i don't know what to do. Most of my friends are on vacation. I've never been the type of person who likes to talk to people first. You know what i mean? I don't like to invite people places, or start up conversations, I like people inviting me, or talking to me. My state of depression hasn't really helped my "not wanting to talk to people first" thing. Which, in hindsight isn't good. This is a time where I really need people to cheer me up, and yet I make no effort in speaking to them.
I used to think that the girls that got so dramatically upset over a break-up were wussies. Well, didn't that thought bite me in the ass? It's not like I'm crying and there's mascara covered tissues all over my bed. It's not like I'm watching romantic-comedys while eating ice cream. I'm just hurting on the inside. I'm just not talking to anyone. But I really want to.
Gads! This blog is so depressing. I'm sorry. I just need some serious cheering up.

Friday, June 26, 2009

Michael Jackson

Yesterday, June 25th 2009, Michael Jackson passed away.
The reasons of his death are as of now, unclear. The media says it was the drugs, but until his direct family confirms it, I'm taking it as unclear.

When I first heard of his death, I didn't believe it. Michael... Jackson... is dead? No way.
This morning when I woke up, I flipped on CNN, and started watching the debates. Was it the drugs? Did he really have heart problems? Where the heck is his doctor?
My family and I spent hours, and hours watching CNN. As time went on, I started getting angry. How is it that after someone dies, all the dirt comes out of the woodwork? I mean, seriously. Respect the dead. Respect their families.
CNN proceeded to show all the love and support of the fans. They showed people crying their eyes out, people that flew hours to go to see his star in hollywood, or his old home in Indiana. Dedicated fans.


Michael, you changed the world. Artists of today still look up to you! Madonna, Diana Ross, Usher, Justin Timberlake, and Mariah Carey are all heartbroken.
My heart goes out to your family, and your close friends.
Your music, your style, your voice was captivating. Today, millions of people's hearts broke when they heard the news. Today, millions of tears were wept across the world. You changed so many people's lives. People grew up listening to your music. I rememeber when I was little, I used to watch the video for Thriller everyday, even though it scared me. My cousin recorded one of your concerts, and I watched that video everyday. When I lost it, I cried.

Michael, people still loved you after your scandals in the media. I am one of those people.
After your death, no one wants to remember the bad things about you. It's almost as if death erases your fights with your appearance, or your struggles in court. Michael, honestly, I can't relate to the type of lifestyle you had. I can't imagine how hard your childhood was. I can't imagine the sadness you must've felt when you had to sing in the recording studio as opposed to playing with people your age. You've endured so many hardships, so many fights with the media. I will always remember you as sweet Michael from the Jackson five.
I hope you're at peace now.

Tuesday, June 23, 2009

I'll finish this L8TR I'm TIRED

Okay, I know I've posted two, well now, THREE blogs today. But man! Today's been a big day. So many things have happened. Break from exams, yelling teachers, and students who... aren't... smart?

I went online, caught up with all my YouTube subcriptions, and in one video, there was a BIG FAT PANDA. http://www.squishable.com/

Monday, June 22, 2009

Fences

Four gated walls seclude you.
Closed off from the world,
solitude.

Even bristles of iron, can't hide you forever.
Why have you done so?
It'll end in failure.

It'll end in rust.

School's out for summer!

Today was the last day of my freshmen year.

I started off the day, late. I strolled into my school's cafeteria at promptly 9:43 a.m. (school starts at 7:00) and sat down waiting for the 15-minute break bell, to ring.
After my first exam for the day, and the last exam of my freshmen year was over, a couple of my friends and i put our desks together. We were all in agreement that we were glad year was finally over.
I can't put into exact detail what was discussed, because it was a butt-load of nothing. We never stayed on a subject for more than two minutes. It was the funniest conversation of the year.

After the school day was over, we laughed at people's nostalgia. Why do people get so sappy at the end of the year? You'll see each other next year, and if not, you'll see the people that matter over the summer. Frankly, nostalgia sickens me. I'm was never for sappy behaviour.

Woohoo, for 1 and a half months of slacking off!

Wednesday, June 17, 2009

Ice creams


It's official... I'm immature.

Tuesday, June 16, 2009

Final Lines

Ever since that last letter, I've become quite anti-social. I just don't feel like talking to anyone. I don't feel like trying to strain my brain to come up with something funny to say. I just feel like closing my eyes, throwing on my iPod, and sleeping. I feel no need to speak to anyone. I've logged onto the computer, and my msn starts to sign in. I'm so used to closing it out now.
There's only one person that I talk to, and we all know who it is. I'm sorry, but I almost always put him ahead of anyone else. Our conversation today went something like this (keep in mind, I'm paraphrasing):
(Over text)
M: I challenge you to a fire duel.
(Phone rings)
C: That caught my attention. I like that.
M: I thought it would. I was going to say agni kai, but I don't know how to spell that.
C: (laughs) from Avatar?
M: Yep. I'd win. I know how to retract lightening. And you DON'T!
C: Nope. I'd win. I'm from the water tribe.
M:.... if your from the water tribe, your fire would be.... water?
C: Yes.
M: So it would be water?
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C: I hate it when people ruin my final lines for me
M: What do you mean?
C: Well, every time I go to (town I live in), I say something amazing before leaving, and someone ruins it for me!
M: (hesitating) um...
C: I'll give you an example. Last Saturday, when my mom's boyfriend arrived, someone was like "*giggle* hey look, your father's here *giggle*" Then I turned around, and said "Papito's my only father"
M: Did you say that in a booming voice?
C: Yes. I was walking out of the door, the wind flowing through my hair, sunset lighting
M: In slow-motion
C: Everyone was shocked. Their faces were like a "did he just say that?" face. And my back was turned from the explosion.
M: BECAUSE COOL GUYS DON'T LOOK AT EXPLOSIONS! (laugh) Oh my god! I can't believe you mentioned that. Kudos. Kudos.
C: (laugh) And then my mom sent me back in to get her comb.
M: (laugh) Aw! She made you face the explosion!
C: (laugh) (fake angry voice) I KNOW! UGH.
M: How dare her ruin such an epic moment! You didn't get mad?
C: No. But LATER ON....... I WAS PISSED.

Tuesday, June 9, 2009

Inspired

For my spring concert, our final piece was "...and the antelope play" by John Carnahan
I love this piece from the beginning. I was looking through the youtubes, and I found a great recording of it. The recording inspired me to write a poem.
...and the antelope play
Wind harvests us.
Quiet spirits travel.
The purest spirits of freedom.
Unraveling your true character.
...morning light
Pinks and oranges,
creep upon us.
Fatigue fades away.
New day, new beauty.
..behold the valley
In all it's grain,
Not a fault in sight.
Sun tickles the nose.
Warming me into a state of bliss.
Running, running free.
I've never been happier.
...and the antelope play
All in good fun.
Hitting, running, playing.
Mischief, pranks.
Laughing in our youth.
Friends, my friends. Free--
...the plight of the valley
Unfamiliar sights... Noises.
Ruin-- Our ruin!
Quick lights, faster pitter-patter.
Running for our lives.
Chasing. They're closer.... closer. close.
...the spirit remains
Sadness throughout the valley.
No purity.
Ghosts of past, run through.
Memories.
Memories of running through the fields.
Memories of playing, laughing.
Memories of everything that is beautiful.
It will always remain beautiful.

Sunday, June 7, 2009

Late Night

This night is the only peaceful, stress-free night I've had since I started high school. There's always a test to study for, a project to start, a thesis to create. I've done all that. Now I have some downtime, for myself. The peace is amazing.
My fan is blowing, cooling my arms and my back. Light rock is coursing its way into my ears. The light is dimmed. My fingers appreciate the smoothness of the keys. I have 5 tabs for 5 sites open. Everything feels right, and carefree.

Saturday, June 6, 2009

Firemen's Parade

I've realized that I pretty much FAIL at updating this.

Today I had a parade, in which i had to march in. It was only 2.9 miles but by the 3rd hill, I was huffing and pufing. Sweat trickled down my shirt, my feet felt like they were on fire because of my manditory black socks and shoes. As my band instructer and parents walked around us, passing water, and collecting finished water, I was looking at all

the crazy people in my town.

  1. A bald, fourty-something year old man, kept screaming "POVERTY!" "SADISTS!" I didn't know what to make of this, other than, it terrified the hell-outta-me.
  2. An old man kept butt-dancing to our music. He was also shirtless and at least 250 pounds. It was hilarious.
  3. There was a women on a bike who kept honking the horn on her bike, while screaming "WHOO!" "WHOOOOOO! *NAME OF TOWN I LIVE IN*!!!"
  4. There was a little kid, at least 5, who kept throwing candy at us. An M&M hit me, and it hurt. A lot.
  5. My mom. She kept screaming "MELISSA! MELISSA! OVER HERE!" Everyone looked at her. -____-

All in all, the parade was NOT FUN. Oh my life...

Dragonball Episode: #33

Monday, June 1, 2009

Currently

Today was fabulous.

When I got home, I started cracking on that Adolf Hitler, research paper (which I have written six times over, since teachers always assign the same topic, whilst teaching us about the Holocaust. How original,) I put my headphones on and started blasting The Mudbloods. The more words that appeared on the page, the different wizard rock bands appeared. Third paragraph, i was jamming to Teenage Werewolf- The Remus Lupins. By the sixth paragraph, i was singing along (very off-key, i may add) to The Parselmouths new album.
After my wizard rock essay writing frenzy, I printed my German current event. I laid on my bed, closed my eyes and sang along to my wizard rock. I felt my phone vibrate beside me.
He called me.
We had an incredibly engaging conversation. We talked about nerdfighters, Jennette McCurdy, Michael Aranda, college, Harry Potter, Looking for Alaska, John Green, along with silly little comments here and there.
"You love me more than your shoes! Admit it!"
:x
Somehow we ended up singing to Red Jumpsuit Apparatus songs.

I love extremely carefree conversations. I love letting my mind wander without worry. Thus the reason why I'm writing this. I want to document this moment. I want to remember this feeling I have forever.

To Future sad/mad/angry/upset me:
Melissa, it's not so bad. He does care. Remember that voice he used? Remember talking about the future? He told you to never forget. Don't forget. Don't fret over this stuff. Be happy. Enjoy his ability to not show his worry.
Dragonball Episode: #27