Awesome. I'm Being Sarcastic.

Soooooooooo, to make my day better, I went to Morgan's Facebook Profile to see what he's up to, and I see his new profile picture: beach, at night, hugging the freakin girl he hooked up with last month. And aparently there are more "slutty" pictures, according to her Facebook Profile.

I mean.... FUCK.

What else? What else could go wrong in this stupid summer?

A picture that can always make you smile

EMPTINESS

Arrivederci

I'm an obsessive person. I don't  just like something, I get obsessed with it. I hold on to it even when there's nothing really to hold on to. I don't know why it is so hard for me to let go, to just leave the past in the past.

Today my friend told me that I'm talking too much about Jake, and I don't even like him. It's just that my mind didn't realize that I'm over it, so I keep talking about him, and joking and stuff, and it's time to say goodbye. I actually don't want anything with him in the future, but the fact that I can't let it go, confusses me, and I feel like I do want something to happen, when I actually don't.

I think it's time for me to say ARRIVEDERCI to some things. Life goes on.

JOIN MY WATER CAMPAIGN!

Water Changes Everything. from charity: water on Vimeo.

I decided to do something good this summer, so I joined many charities. And this is my first campaign, http://mycharitywater.org/lolawatercampaign . My goal is to help 25 families, and 125 people by donating, so instead of asking for gifts in each holiday or birthday, I want people to donate money there. Even a dollar can make a difference. And that's my new goal this summer; instead of doing stuff for me, I want to help others.

DONATE HERE OR CREATE YOUR OWN CAMPAIGN!

No me arrepiento de este amor aunque me cueste el corazón amar es un milagro y yo te amé como nunca jamás lo imaginé debo arrancarme de tu piel de tu mirada de tu ser yo siento que la vida se nos va y que el día de hoy no vuelve más

Mess Of A Daughter

So my report card is probably in my mailbox right now, but my dad is not here, so he's gonna see it when he comes home. I AM FREAKING OUT. I am so, so screwed. I didn't get a job, I have low grades, I have nothing to do... I am a mess of a daughter.

A picture of your favorite place in the world (that you've been to before)

CORDOBA - ARGENTINA

Gracias Disney

"Con Lilo and Stitch , Aprendí el valor de la familia y la amistad ; Con Tinker Bell, Me enteré de que nunca es demasiado tarde para corregir un error; Con Shrek, Me enteré de que no se necesita ser perfecto para tener un final feliz; Con Toy Story, Aprendí que no importa cuánto tiempo pase, la amistad verdadera es la que durará para siempre; Con Bob Esponja, Aprendí que si creo, todos mis sueños pueden hacerse realidad; Con Monsters Inc., Aprendí que la amistad puede ocurrir entre las personas más distintas; Y con La Bella y la Bestia, aprendí que el amor no tiene nada que ver con la apariencia, pero si con lo que existe dentro de su corazón"

Hola

Cada tanto me gusta escribir en Español, y esta vez, con "ñ". Escribir en mi idioma natal me hace pensar que solo les estoy escribiendo a las personas que me conocen que leen mi blog, que son poquitas. Por eso escribir en Español reduce mucho el publico que tengo, que tampoco es muy grande que digamos, y me permite escribirle publicamente en secreto a las personas que saben quien soy.

Desde que empece las vacaciones que me vino una especie de "extrañitis" de Argentina. Extraño las cosas que hacia, los lugares a los que iba, las personas que veia, y hasta las calles sucias de Cordoba. Ya hace 10 meses, 10 dias, y 10 horas EXACTAMENTE que estoy aca y cada dia se hace un poquito mas dificil. Es querer caminar por la Nuñez, querer ir al Villa Cabrera, querer llamar a Vale un Viernes a la noche para juntarnos a tomar Gancia y a hablar de chicos y sacarnos muchas fotos, querer salir a tomar un helado con Josefa, querer ir de vacaciones a la casa de mi abuela y andar en bici todo el dia en su pueblo, querer tomar cafes hechos por mi mama, querer molestar a mis hermanas, querer ver novelas argentinas (las cuales odiaba, pero que de alguna forma extraño), querer escuchar todo el tiempo ese hermoso y original acento argentino, es querer tomar ese helado tan parecido al italiano que tenemos en nuestro pais, es querer ponerme ese horrible uniforme del Peña que me daba calor pero que no se compara con nada, es querer comer empanadas y asado casi todos los findes, es querer ver a mis amigos todos los dias, es querer pasar tardes en el quiosco de al frente de mi cole haciendo NADA y perdiendo el tiempo hablando de boludeces con los otros boludos que se quedaban haciendo NADA, es querer copiarle la tarea al burrito de la clase, es querer estar en esos contraturnos quilomberos donde no haciamos nada y siempre saliamos con un 1 por no tener idea lo que estabamos aprendiendo... (esa fue la oracion mas larga que escribi en mi vida). En fin, es querer muchas cosas, que antes odiaba y no valoraba. Porque aunque odiemos la rutina, aunque odiemos todo lo que tenemos y querramos irnos bien, bien lejos, no hay nada como lo que conocemos, no hay nada como NUESTRA CASA.

Lo que mas me gusta es que mucha gente siempre dice que se quieren ir bien a la mierda, bueno, creanme, yo me fui bien a la mierda, bien bien lejos, para no volver nunca mas, y una semana despues de no ver a nadie, no veia las horas de volver.

Greece

I've been to Greece before, when I was 4 years old, just like I've been to Spain. But when you are 4 years old, the only thing you actually appreciate is the blue roofs of the houses, matching the blue ocean, and the blue and white sky. I remember this Petrus thing, it was a big white bird that used to walk around Mykonos, one of the islands where the ship stopped. This bird just walks around the city and people feed him. Another thing I remember was that when I was in Athens, there was like an earthquake, but nothing happened. And then I remember the funny "toilets" that are not really toilets; they are some kind of holes where you are supposed to do your thing; kinda creepy. And then of course, I remember going to the Parthenon, but do you think I actually cared about it? Not at all, and I regret it, but I was 4, and I didn't know that the Greek civilization was one of the most important ones in history.

So even though I've been there before, I really wanna go back to appreciate everything a little bit more. And now, one of the girls from my school is going there for 2 months, and I really, really wanna go too.

Interesting Facts about Greece:

• The real name of the country is Elliniki Dimokratia
• Earthquakes are kinda common (I'm just learning this now; it would have been awesome to know it back in 1999)
• 98% of the population are Greek Orthodox, so there's no diversity in the culture and in the religion.
• 95% of the people is able to go to school and have knowledge
• It's pretty warm during the whole year
• Their food is very healthy, such as the Greek Salad. Some other typical meals are called: Spanakopita, Souvlaki, Moussaka, Stifado.
• Greece is the birth place of the Olympics.

Worst Summer

This is definitely the worst summer of my life. Who would have thought that my first entire summer in America was gonna be this horrible? I live in the worst town of the country, which is in the worst state: New Jersey. I can't walk anywhere, I can't get out of this street without a fucking car. I can't go to any of my friends' houses, I can't go to have an ice cream by my self, and I just can't do anything. My dad keeps pushing me to get a job or find an activity, but internet doesn't help that much, and how can I get something if I can't get the fuck out of this house? I am really upset, I feel like I have no life, and this is very, very frustrating. Plus, tomorrow my report card is coming and that's gonna be another reason to be dead.

A picture of your favorite night of the year

Reality Bites Me

Listening to music from my childhood, reminded me beautiful memories and happy feelings. Every time that I decide to go back to previous years of my life and remember them, it feels like my soul goes back in time and it seems like I'm actually there.

Today, I went back in time, but I felt like I did not want to come back to the present. My life used to be so exciting, now it's so hard. During this past week, I realized that I'm not a kid any more, and being an adult sucks. So many responsibilities, chances and risks to take, fears, blah blah... I miss my past. I miss my old days where I could just go to my neighbor's house to play. My summers used to be all about riding my bike and going to the pool, now it is about finding a job. Conversations that used to be about how I was doing in school, turned to be about what I am gonna do in college. Dreams about being an actress and a singer faded away, and now I'm more realistic, and I want to study TV production. Days wasted watching Disney Channel and Hannah Montana, now are wasted watching Science. Those worries about whether I was gonna play with the blond or brunette barbie, now are whether I live in the US or Argentina. And as these things started changing, my fear of failure started growing. I feel like I'm not ready yet to be a grown up. It's funny how we dream and wait our entire life to be adults, to make our decisions, and to be on our own way, and then when we finally get there, all we dream about is going back in time to kinder garden. 

Now I know that life is harder than what it seems, and I know that it keeps getting more difficult. I know that boys are gonna break my heart. I know what it feels like to cry for hours at night, and to hide my pain with a big smile. I know what it is to fight for dreams and getting nowhere. I know that some things are not what they seem to be. Now I know that sometimes I'm gonna plan, and things are gonna turned out to be the opposite. And that I don't get to live my dreams by just dreaming; I gotta work hard. I also know that I'm not the best, or the prettiest, or the most talented; that I have competition, and most of the time, they are gonna kick my ass. Now I'm 16, and I know life a little bit better than when I was 5, 7, or 10, and it fucking scares me. It scares me to keep growing up, and to be a step closer to the end of my journey as a kid with parents by my side.

I didn't know that growing up would feel like this. It's like saying goodbye to who I am, and to my life as I know it. It's like one night you go to sleep as a kid, and the next day you wake up and you gotta start thinking about college, about getting a job, about saving money, about working hard... fun, and dreams, and fantasies just fade away in a second.

So every once in a while I can watch videos about my childhood, or about Chiquititas (the show I used to watch as I was growing up) but I can't go back and be the Lola of 5 years old who would put on a dress and act like she was Velma from the Flintstones, or the Lola of 9 years old who would dance in her room pretending to be Britney Spears. Today I have life waiting for me to start. Reality is right in front of my eyes biting me and letting me know that I cannot avoid it.

"Sometimes reality has a way of sneaking up and biting us in the ass. And when the dam bursts, all you can do is swim. The world of pretend is a cage, not a cocoon. We can only lie to ourselves for so long. We are tired, we are scared, and denying it doesn't change the truth. Sooner or later we have to put aside our denial and face the world, head on, guns blazing... Denial. It's not just a river in Egypt. It's a freakin' ocean. So how do you keep from drowning in it?" - Meredith Grey

Bucket List: Dead Sea

DEAD SEA

Go to the Dead Sea and the towns around it. The Bible describes that around 3000 BC "fire came from the sky". Scientists studied it and it was a meteor that crashed in North Europe, and that the smaller pieces bounced to these towns. I've just watched that, and it really makes me wanna go there.

The story tells that God was upset with a few towns around the Dead Sea because they were selfish and arrogant, so he sent fire from the sky over these cities. An angel went to the house of a family to warn them about what was about to happen, and he made them promise to never look back at the ruins of the city. The family run away to the mountain while everybody else was seeing the beautiful sky, without knowing that it was about to be the end. When the family was running, the wife and mom turned around to see the town, and she was petrified because she broke the angel's promise. If you don't believe in the Bible, you can look at this from the science perspective, which is that she got petrified by a meteor. And that thing that you see in the picture is supposed to be her.

More Info: http://www.citizendia.org/Lot_%28Bible%29#Genesis

No Life

Since school finished, I have nothing to write about. The only thing that I can write, which is not even interesting, is the fact that I have nothing to write about. Bye.

A picture of you from last year

Right Now I'm Watching...

Respect

I am really upset. I can't go to church, and I gotta clean my room and my bathroom because my step-mom's friends are coming over and sleeping in MY room. Do you think anybody even asked me if they could sleep in my room? NO. And I gotta clean everything, wash the sheets, put new sheets, wash everything in my bathroom. I mean, a little bit of respect doesn't kill anybody. 

A picture of someone you miss

Jesus Condom

Goals For The Summer

• Be able to run at least 5 miles in September
• Learn a new sport
• Babysit
• Decorate my room
• Watch at least 20 movies
• Read at least 2 books
• Walk to friends' houses
• Hang out with friends at least 5 times
• Meet someone new
• Volunteer for something or get a job
• Study Italian
• Make a notebook with places where I want to go
• Subscribe to magazines
• Learn something new
• Go to the Statue of Liberty (again) and take many pictures
• Go to a concert (Britney!)
• Draw something
• Watch movies in Italian
• Write a story
• Work out
• Talk to someone from my school that I don't know

"OJALA LLUEVA BIEN FUERTE Y QUE SE AHOGUEN TODAS LAS CORNUDAS" DIJO UNA JOVEN A SU NOVIO, Y ÉL MUY ASUSTADO LE DIJO "CALLATE ESTÚPIDA QUE NO SABES NADAR"

Today

I didn't get my report card, and as far as I'm concerned, even though I didn't do very well in my exams, my final grades are still good, so yupppppy. I'm such a drama queen. Hehehe.

Today was a pretty cool day. Nobody went to school, only freshmen and some upperclassmen. I spent almost the whole day in my italian class with Signora Kudron, Olivia, Abby, Megan (a new friend), and random people that would come in and dance with us. It was pretty fun, and I can't believe tomorrow I'm not going to school anymore! It feels so weird. It was a nice day, and it was a nice year. Morgan, Cody, and my loves where not there, LOL, so I will probably see them in September. It feels so weirddddd.

So I'm not in trouble, which is awesome. We just gotta wait for the report card.

I AM CURRENTLY FACING THE CONSEQUENCES OF BAD GRADES.

Sophomore Year

Today is my last day of school . It feels like a dream. I've finished my first school year in America. It was one of my biggest dreams to come to a school here, have locker, go to school without an uniform, have different classes, walk in the hallways, and all of the cool things that the rest of the world usually sees in movies.

So I decided to write a post about this adventure. Which I'm sure it is gonna take me a few days to actually finish (PS: I started writing this at the beginning of June) . I don't recommend you to read it, because you probably don't care, but in a few years, I want to go to my blog, and read about the adventures that I had this year, because as I always say, as hard as it could get, I always knew it was still amazing. 

September 7th, 2010. Schedule and map of the school on one hand, my backpack and a lunchbox on the other hand. Tried to open my locker, but I didn't know how to use the lock. I run to my first period class following the map. Somehow I didn't feel so nervous about my first period because it was Italian, and it was better than English. I walked in, and the whole class was there, sitting, waiting for the bell to ring to start the class. We were sitting in groups assigned by the teacher, the one and only, Signora Kudron. In my group there were three boys, Rob, Zac, and Sam, and then me. I remember looking the at the people around me, checking out their outfits and hair, and the first person I see is this girl, totally dressed like a boy, gel in her hair, dressed in black and white, and with big sneakers. Her name was Maria. Next to her was Gabby. A tall and cool girl with interesting features in her face. The only thing I was thinking was the fact that these two girls were not as lost as I was, and that they knew their way through the school, and that they were not scared like I was. End of the period. I walked through the school and got to my second period class, the one I was excited the most: TV Production. Full of hot juniors and seniors, and there were only two other girls, Mia and Mickeyla, who later became part of my group to record videos. In this class there were guys like Sean, Connor (I felt really attracted to this guy), Tyler, James (who later started flirting with me, but nothing important happened), Jordan, etc. The teacher, Mr McMeekan gave us a homework assignment, which I didn't hear, so I had to ask Mia about it. Today, I don't even remember what it was. The bell rang, and I had to take my schedule, map of the school, backpack, and lunchbox. It was time for gym. I go to the main gym, and there were a lot of people sitting in the bleachers, so I pick a random place and sit, and then someone comes and tells me that it was the place for the juniors, that the sophomores were upstairs. I go upstairs, and all of the sophomores were sitting talking and enjoying the free period while the teachers were organizing the different gym classes. I sit by myself and nobody talked to me, so I spent 40 minutes looking at the roof, clock, people, teachers, nails, floor, map, schedule, etc. Awkward. Bell rings again, and I headed to the lunchroom to have my first lunch in an American school. I sat by myself, of course, and as I'm eating and checking my next classes, a bunch of HOT guys sit with me. They were all seniors, and they asked me why I was sitting alone. I told them that I was new, and that I was from Argentina. One of them, Blake, told me that my accent was amazing, and they asked me a few questions. They told me to say hi to them in the hallways, which for some reason, I never did, and they never talked to me again anyway. After that came chemistry with the amazing Mrs Hoffer, the most energetic and hilarious teacher I've ever had. Then Math, with... Mr Hanas. The funny part about this class was that I got totally lost in the hallways, so I was late for class, and I had to walk in with my stupid lunchbox in front of the whole class. Awkward too. Then came English with Mrs Whitty and since there were not enough sits because the teacher didn't know about me, I had to sit in the computers. We had to go to the front, one by one, and say 3 facts about ourselves, going from the most simple fact, to the most unique one. That's where I said that I was from Argentina, and where everybody noticed my accent. I felt nervous, but somehow, I did it without even hesitating. Then came period 10, with Mrs Wolf. It was US History 1 with freshmen. End of the day. Somehow I could go through the scariest day of my life by myself, and I felt proud. It was definitely an experience. 

The second day was different. During gym I started talking to Tara, who invited me to sit with her and her friends during lunch. That's when I met Kristen, Jojo, and Megan. I had lunch with them for the rest of the year, and even though we've never became close friends, we shared laughs during those 25 minutes of lunch for around 260 days. 

But during the second day of school, something very, very interesting happened. It was also during gym. When I was sitting in the bleachers, for something reason I looked around, and I see HIM. Morgan. I don't know if it was a crush, or love at first sight, but there was something about him which made me go nuts. And since then, my whole performance of  pretending I don't care he exists began. I should win an Oscar by the way. Anyway, he changed the purpose of my days in _ _ _ High  School. I mean, it was waking up happy and exited to see him, just wishing he would talk to me. Which never really happened. But at least, he was also in my chem class.

Days went by, and I was getting used to my new school. When it was time to pick our gym classes, Tara went to AWT (advanced weight training) and I picked tennis, where I met Eryn, who became one of my best friends, Gaelle, and Fatima, who was also in my chem class. Tennis classes were the best, because we had to walk two blocks to get to the tennis courts, and then two other blocks to get back to the school, and then, once we were at the courts, we had to wait for half of the people to play, and then it was our turn, so we basically had 25 minutes to just talk, and another 15 minutes to play tennis. That's maybe why I became so close with those three girls. But then I got even closer with Eryn because she was just like me, we love eating, we love music, we hate New Jersey, and we are both talkative. 

Days kept going by, and as the fall arrived and the leaves started to fall from the trees, the hope started to fall from me. Suddenly, I realized that making a lot of friends was gonna be way harder than it was in Argentina. People here in America were different. So I started with this whole idea of going back in November. It took me a month to realize that no matter how hard it was, I had to stay here, and at least finish what I started. So I stayed. 

On November 13th, Morgan switched from AWT to my new gym class, which was volleyball. Nothing interesting happened, just the fact that I got to see him even more, and sometimes, we were in the same team. I don't remember exactly wich day in November, at the beginning of chem class, when nobody was in the classroom yet, I started talking to Mrs Hoffer telling her that I was not going to go to science league any more. She was joking and pretending she was upset, and she was looking at me in a creepy way, and that's when Morgan came in the classroom, stood next to her, and stared at me the same way she was doing it. I got so nervous, that I didn't even look at him and pretended he wasn't there, and then, just to say something, while I was saying sorry to Mrs Hoffer, I looked at him and said "sorry". That was probably one of the biggest mistakes in my life, I will never forget it and I will always regret it. Every time I remember that, I feel the need to punch myself. Stupid me. During these days, a freshman named Julie from social studies class came to talk to me about her youth group and that they were going to Ecuador. She was a very open girl who wanted to go to South America, so we became friends. She always invited me to her youth group, but for some reasons, I could never go.

Days kept going by, and winter came. It was December, and even though it wasn't snowing, at the least the Christmas Season had begun, the most beautiful thing of America. Jingle Bell, Let it Snow, and Deck The Halls were the top hits of December. 

After Christmas, the snow came. Probably 2 feet of snow. It was cold. And nothing important was really going on. On February, the second semester started. In gym, it was time to divide the sophomores in two, so one group could stay to pick another class, and the other half could go to Health, and then after the third marking period, change again. I had three options: 1) Go to health with Eryn 2)Go to health with Morgan, but without Eryn 3)Go to health by myself. Wanna know which one did fate give me? Option 2. Go to health with Morgan. Goodbye Eryn, hello new people! It was sad, because fate was taking away from me the only good friend that I actually had, but at the same time, I was excited that I was going to be friends with so many new girls, and of course, Morgan was still in my class. In health, I was with Elsa, Katelyn, Alyson, and Terrie, but I didn't really bounded with them until 4th marking period. In front of me there was a guy named Alex who would chat me or text me around 5 times a day. "Hey lola, Hi lola, Sup lola?, Hola Lola". I never answered because he was not the type of a guy I was looking for. Meanwhile, nothing with Morgan... But during this time, I also made a new friend: Mary Ellen. We became friends walking together from Algebra to English, criticizing the teachers and talking about our lives or weekends.

During 3rd marking period, I also had to leave TV Production, and start Entrepreneurship. I was really nervous, because I had to start all over again. Meet new people, tell them my story, tell them to call me Lola, blah blah blah. Again, more juniors and seniors, but the girl that worked with me for the rest of the year was a sophomore named Julie. We never really bonded either, but at least I had someone to talk to. This class was pretty cool, because we had cool laptops and I would always chat with friends and go to ESPN to check Barcelona news while I was doing projects. But we also had a few oral assignments, and I hated them. Nobody in my class knew that I was from Argentina, so I didn't want them to think that I was an immigrant from Mexico.The first time, thanks God, I couldn't go to school. The second time, it was a 30 seconds scene, and I had a few lines, and I guess nobody really noticed my accent. And the third time never really happened, I guess the teacher forgot about it. 

Meanwhile, I was also getting close with other friends, specially in my Italian class. Abby and Olivia became part of my group of friends, and with Abby we would always stay a few minutes after class just to dance Italian music like "Con Te Partiro" by Andrea Bocelli, or "Papanamericano" by whoever. We also took million of pictures, and we organized trips to NY or 6 flags, which we actually have never done so far. Olivia was in my bus, so we used to have cool talks about life. These two girls were actually the only ones that kinda knew about my crush for Morgan. I've never told them the whole story, but at least they knew I thought he was hot. But a new boy appeared in my life... Cody. Nothing happened with him either (until June), but he would always like my pictures on Facebook, or my stupid videos dancing with Abby, and he would smile at me in the hallways or say hi. Maybe the fact that he was doing what Morgan wasn't, and that he was hot, made me have a crush for him a little bit. But it didn't really last long.

4th Marking Period came, and health with Mrs Mazzarella was over. No more talks about tobacco, alcohol, or drugs. Now, it was time to pick our gym classes, and every single cool person in my classs, including Morgan, was going to AWT, but I wasn't allowed to go because I wasn't in any varsity team. But then, somehow and I have no idea why, a girl decided to switch to lacrosse, so Mr Cicotelli told me that I could go to his class in the weight room. That changed my whole life. Once again, I was with Morgan, and with four other sophomores that had also been in my health class: Matt, Vinny, and Dustin. And the cool thing was that Elsa and Katelyn invited me to their group to work out with them, so I got very close with Elsa, and then I spent a whole free period talking about traveling with Katelyn. The other two girls were a Terrie and Alyson, and they were in the other group, but I got really close with them too. But can you believe that after sharing every single gym class with Morgan, nothing happened anyway?

During 4th marking period, I had to give an entire class about the comma in my English class, which was terrifying, and I felt very uncomfortable, but somehow, I was proud because at least I could get through it. I also had to give an oral presentation for US History. We were learning about the 1920's and I had to present the "New Women", and it had to be like a commercial, so with my partner, Olivia, we put a lot of make up on and went in front of the class and said "Wanna be fabulous? Wanna be beautiful?Wanna be modern? Then buy MODERN MAKE UP!" Blah blah. It was pretty fun, and it was the first time I was not nervous for an oral presentation.
After that, June 4th came. Kristen's party. I met around 20 new people, and one of them, Maggie, was from Argentina so she was really nice to me. I went to the party with Terrie, from gym class, and we bonded a lot. I talked to everybody, I danced, and I had a lot of fun. The cool thing is that even though I was not so close with Kristen, she gave me and the rest of the girls from my lunch table, a candle for spending every lunch with her, and for the first time, I felt like I was were I was supposed to be, like I belonged somewhere.  That night I had million of friend requests on Facebook, and my life changed a lot because a lot of people got to know who I was.

June 22th, 2011. Last day of school. Did really bad in my finals and about to confront my dad. I know I'm gonna get in a lot of trouble, but that's life. Nothing happened with Morgan, because I kept making the same mistake I made my entire life. I'm not gonna see him again until September, and I think we are not gonna have classes together, but it was a pleasure to meet him. Actually, it was a pleasure to meet everybody, even the ones that never said anything to me. It was a pleasure to share classes, to study, to hate the teachers, to love the teachers, to meet new people, to have different experiences with each person, to laugh, to cry, to dream, to miss, to walk in those hallways... It was just a pleasure to be here, and I'll never regret it nor forget it. 


Thank you for the memories and see you next September dear High School!

I'll See You Soon

So this is my last post for a while I guess. I gotta face the consequences of getting bad grades, which actually, are not that bad if you look at them from an Argentinian perspective. 6(D), 7(C), 8(B). But my dad doesn't care and he's probably gonna punish me like Hitler punished Jewish people (even if they didn't do anything wrong). I know I should've studied a little more, or maybe I should've started studying before Thursday, but the whole Puerto Rico thing distracted me a lot. My dad spent the whole day saying "you better bring good grades or we'll have a serious talk and your macbook leaves". My macbook means everything to me, because it is the only kind of communication that I have with Argentina, with my friends and with my family, so when he means "your macbook leaves", he is actually saying "your social life, your friends, and your family, leave". At least I could send an e-mail to my mom explaining the whole situation, and I hope she understands me, and for the first time, I hope she supports me.

But anyway, I will probably spend the next 3 months walking between the trees of this town, seeing the sky, reading stupid books, maybe working if I get a job, and listening to the Beatles. My life rocks ;)

So wish me luck for tomorrow. I know getting "bad" grades is not the end of the world, and my friend JM, who passed away a month ago, taught me that; there are always worse things in this world than a stupid D. But parents don't know that, and you gotta deal with that. So yeah, tomorrow my dad is gonna scream at me, is gonna make me feel like shit, I'm gonna cry, I'm not gonna be able to talk to anybody, blah blah, but like always, I know I will survive. 

PS: nothing happened. LOL 

Next time I'll be braver. I'll be my own savior. 

Ver a mis amigas regalar sus cuerpos mientras yo voy por el sendero del Señor.

LMFAO 

A picture of your favorite book

In trouble

I did horrible in my exams. Apparently I got a C in chem, a D in math (HAVE NO IDEA WHY, I THOUGHT IT WAS EXTREMELY EASY), a D in English, B in History, A in Italian. My dad was really serious when he said that I was gonna be in trouble if I had less than Bs, so tomorrow I'm getting my report card, and I'm gonna have to say goodbye to this blog, to Facebook, to twitter, to skype, to everything. I' really dissapointed, in part with myself, because maybe it's true, I didn't work as hard as I was supposed to, and in other part, I study really hard for chem, and I got a C. I hate this, and I have no idea how many problems I'm gonna have. I'm already looking for a job. And I know its gonna be a long, long summer with no friends, no computer, no activities, nothing but a job and stupid books to read.

I'm really scared and I wanna cry. I feel like I'm stuck in the US for a long time, and my dad is gonna be really upset, so I don't know, I gotta prepare myself for the worst, and I think I deserve it anyway.

Today

Isn't it sad that nothing important happened in my life in the past week. I remember that exactly a week ago I was meeting Morocho <333333333 And after that Monday in the pool during lunch, nothing important happened. School is like... stressful, too many finals. Today I saw Morgan, and we kinda had some kind of visual contact for a couple of seconds, and OMG, I can't help it. He's hot. But he's in the past too. Today I was supposed to study really hard, but I'm too lazy :( I'm gonna fail in life if I keep being like this.

Well... gotta keep studying math. No more stupid pictures.

Good luck if you are also going through finals.

DON'T DO THIS WHEN YOU HAVE TO STUDY CHEM AND MATH.

HELLOOO, HOW'S DENMARK DOING?!?!?!

Uhmmm. I should be studying. I'm very goot at procrastinating :/

Weird Fishes

You know... I feel very interested about weird fishes. I think that those fishes living in exotic places, or in the bottom of the ocean are completely scary, but cool at the same time. I find it funny how we want to find aliens and life in another planets, when we still don't really know every single animal on this planet. These fishes are like aliens to me, or some kind of creatures invented by some random dude that creates monsters for movies. I don't know, I think they are scary, but really, really cool.

This is definitely the scariest one. It is like some kind of gigantic and ten times more disgusting frog.

PS: I'm gonna have nightmares tonight. The last picture is really, really scary. Imagine finding that thing on your bed at night. Holly shit I'm not gonna be able to sleep tonight. Bad idea Lo.

Oh, and BTW, WTF am I doing posting pictures of awkward and weird fishes when I have two finals tomorrow? Stupid me, I feel guilty now.

A picture of something you never leave the house without

A picture of something you wish you could forget

There's nothing I wish I could forget. I love everything about my past, even the things that made me cry.

Study

I'm going crazy with History. I love it but it is just too much. I feel like I know everything as long as it is multiple choice, I mean, seeing the answers would help me refresh my memory, but I'm screwed in the open ended questions. And I also have the English final, which I can't really study for because it is not about theories or stuff, it is more about applying everything we've learned and read. This is freaking stressful. Only two more days. Keep holding on, and studying. And pray for me, I need to get good grades, other wise my dad is gonna kill me.

I miss Argentina. A lot.

Gloria - Laura Branigan

Gloria
You're always on the run now
Runnin' after somebody
You've gotta get him somehow
I think you've got to slow down
Before you start to blow it
I think you're headin' for a breakdown
So be careful not to show it
You really don't remember
Was it something that he said?
Or the voices in your head calling, Gloria?

Gloria
Don't you think you're falling?
If everybody wants you
Why isn't anybody calling?
You don't have to answer
Leave them hanging on the line
Calling Gloria

Gloria
I think they got your number
I think they got the alias
That you've been living under
But you really don't remember
Was it something that they said?
Or the voices in your head calling, Gloria?
Gloria
How's it gonna go down?
Will you meet him on the main line?
Or will you catch him on the rebound?
Will you marry for the money?
Take a lover in the afternoon?
Feel your innocence slipping away
Don't believe it's coming back soon
And you really don't remember
Was it something that he said?
Or the voices in your head calling, Gloria?

Upset

My mom makes me upset. I haven't seen her in 10 months, and now that I can skype with her, she prefers talking about people with her sister while seeing their pictures on Facebook, and then, when I don't feel like talking, or when I'm doing something, she wants to talk.

Sometimes I feel like my mom is not supportive at all. Instead of making me feel better when I'm sad, or instead of giving me strength, she makes things harder by not supporting me, when that's what she's supposed to do. Don't get me wrong, she always made a lot of sacrifices for me, but those were always "physical" sacrifices, I mean, the worked really hard, she helped me with homework, blah blah, but she was never the kind of mom that was my friend. She tried to sometimes, but a mom gains her daughter's confidence by ALWAYS trying to be her friend, not sometimes.

I love her, but she is disappointing in certain situations.

A picture of somewhere you'd love to travel

ITALIA! IO STO IMPARANDO L'ITALIANO PER 

ANDARE A ROMA, VENEZIA, E I LUOGHI PIU BELLI DI ITALIA. 

IO HO UN 100% IN IL ESSAME FINALE DI ITALIANO. 

BRAVA LOLA! 

ASPETTAMI ITALIA! SARO LI PRESTO!

If you are from Italy, let me know if I made too many mistakes in that phrase, I'm still in Italian 1, actually, going to Italian 2 Accelerated!