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What happened yesterday was definitely not in our plans. The loss is one in which is equally all of our faults. This blog post is not to criticize the team because that is not what a team does. We get up from it together and move on. We have been through so much together for such a long time that we cannot let this impact us negatively. We need to take this as a lesson of what we are capable of. We have been together since 7th grade perfecting a style of futsal which is enjoyable both fo...

Clouds. Maybe its a visual representation of how clouds form. Faces are put on the clouds so we can better understand the concept of cloud birth. You can see how a small, thin cloud is coming out of the belly of the bigger cloud. Maybe all the information we know about climate is totally wrong and Ms. Erickson has discovered how clouds reproduce and give birth. The rain could be when the cloud's water breaks and the thunder can be the screams of pushing out the baby. Obviously clouds dont hav...

Frankie Cosmos is a band but also a stage name for singer/songwriter Greta Kline. Her songs are quiet, vulnerable, and powerful. Frankie Cosmos’ new album, Next Thing, (officially released on April 1) premiered a few days early on bandcamp and Ive had it on repeat since then. The whole thing feels so personal and intimate. Its like sitting in a big fuzzy room and immersing yourself in your introspective thoughts. Here are some of my favorite songs from the album and my favorite things...

Stressed

Mad

Loopy

Neutral

Pumped

Promposal

Happy

Excited

Stressed

Screaming

Stressed

Cheering

Stressed

Frustrated

Stressed

Shocked

In tears

Dazed

Confused

Heartbroken

If I could open an acceptance letter to Hogwarts…

If I could fall down a hole and stumble upon the magical dreamworld of wonderland…

If I could walk to the end of a coat closet and reach the land of Narnia…

If I could fly to the faraway lot of Neverland…

If I could wake up as a blue alien in Pandora…

If I could lift buildings, turn invisible, run at great speeds, stretch hundreds of feet, shape shift and/or create ice...
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Out of this world

What I'm feeling is out of this world

I have 22 days left of high school

and after so many years of working my ass off (years that I very much enjoyed)

I can see how life is rewarding me for it

I cannot be happier, I mean it

I spent a week with my best friends having the time of our lives

and after high school drama happening for years

I feel like everything has fallen into its place

This will be one of my last blog posts...

Senior year and to many of us this weekend it will be our last futsal tournament. When I think about the fact that there is less than 30 days left of class, of wearing those red shirts and walking the hallways of Saint John's School I am overcome with nostalgia. Less than 30 days to never eat ALIVE ever again, or to walk into your teacher's classroom with the people whom youve shared years of boring classtime with. Less than 30 days to experience the way that Ortiz calls you by your last name...

My own gaze is completely muddled up. Truth is, everything I want is in my mind, but forever missing. 

Los esclavos muy poquitos

productos: insuficiente

Se necesita mas gente

Vienen muchos de lejitos

La labor hecha con gritos

Esfuerzo sin recompensa

sin poder hacer ofensa

Insuficiente es falso

Aquellos estudios: balso

Una mentira extensa

I will begin by stating that It was completely not my fault. A series of events have led to a very unfortunate sequence of conclusions from people, whose business belonged elsewhere, but nonetheless decided to get involved. I wish this would have happened when I still existed.

March 18, 2002 I stood in the middle of my school hallway, invisible. An entire day went by where not a single person spoke to me. As I stood in