Reminiscing the past

This past weekend I was slowly trying to organize old photos and albums. The process that should have only taken one or maybe two hours at the most was taking me a whole lot more time.

I happened to come across class pictures from when I was in Ms. McDonna's kindergarten class, Ms. Robinson's first grade class, and Ms. Harrison's second grade class back when I went to Seaside Elementary and from when I was in Mrs. William's third grade class at Rose Avenue.

I found myself stopping my organizing efforts (yet again) to reminisce the past. It was entertaining looking at how young everyone looked in those pictures. There was the one girl who was my close friend for two years. And there was the girl who got me my first (and only) red card in second grade. There was the boy who had been in my class for all the three years I had been at Seaside. There was the girl who I used to play soccer with. There was the girl who taught me how to do the coffee grinder dance move. There were the girls I used to spend time with on the playground. It was fun thinking about times when my biggest problems were getting a turn on the swings at lunch time or writing the best journal story.
All this past-recalling brought up so many questions. Since I had left Seaside very abruptly during the summer after second grade, I wondered if anyone missed me. I'd like to believe that I knew many people but I really wonder if kids from my classes would still remember who I was. The same applied to the friends I made at Rose Avenue. At that moment I also wondered what everyone had grown up to be like.
Now I didn't mean to be stalker-ish but I went on Facebook and typed in a few of my elementary school friend's names. To my surprise, I found a couple of my friends and a few acquaintances. They didn't seem to have changed very much in that I could recognize them by their faces but their personalities seemed to have changed. My closest friends from elementary school seemed like I would still have known them if I hadn't moved. Another kid that I remember being seriously lost in his own world with Starwars Sith Lords and Pokemon Pikachu battles turned out to have a profile picture that had "teen angst" and "I think I'm so cool" written all over it. It made me laugh how unpredictable people turn out to be as they get a better gauge of the world around them.
I didn't extend any friendship invitations though, it was weird enough trying to see the kids from my past. But it was an interesting nonetheless to see the people that I could have grown up around.

A Walk to Remember

(This post actually happened a few weeks ago.)

Today my mom and I thought we would quickly take Panther out for a walk. The rain has kept us from taking him lately. So I changed into some comfy clothes, put on my running shoes, and waited on my porch for my mother come out.
The weather outside was very pretty and it seemed like the rain clouds seemed to be clearing up. I felt confident, despite the rain warning yahoo weather claimed, that we would not get rained on.
My mom was on the phone with my dad and they talked for at least 15 minutes. When she hung up the phone the weather still seemed fair.
We began walking around my neighborhood. There was a mini park about 15 minutes away from where I live and decided to let Panther play and run around to stretch his legs. On our way there we met a little boy who was playing in his front yard with the most adorable black lab puppy. We stopped to let the puppy and Panther get to know each other.
A couple years ago, Panther was very interested in getting to know other people and other dogs, but ever since he turned three he's been acting very mature in public. So, we watched the puppy prance around trying to get Panther to chase him. It was the most adorable sight! Sadly we had to get on with our walk and reluctantly had to leave the puppy.
The park was very close to where we left the puppy. Only a few minutes had passed before, to our surprise, we saw the same puppy trotting into the park. It had obviously followed Panther's scent. He was such a rambunctious and inquisitive little squirt. My mom and I decided to just stay in the park instead of going on a circuit route that would have taken at the very least 30 minutes to complete.
Call it fate, good luck, or sheer coincidence that we got out of falling prey to a Friday the 13th misfortune because of that adorable puppy. It began sprinkling as my mom and I sat at the swings. Grey clouds overhead signaled that we should start getting home soon.
We helped the little boy get the hyper puppy back home. A few seconds later, it began to rain even harder. And only a minute later it began to hail! I love the rain but I can't stand when my sweatshirt gets wet, so I began jogging back home. The irritating little pieces of ice don't look like much, but at that moment, wearing running shorts didn't seem like the best decision I made that day.
The painfully sharp hail was irritating for me but I never imagined the effect it would have on Panther. He decided to stop running halfway back home and locked his legs, refusing to budge an inch. This caused me to be jerked to a sudden and slightly painful stop. It took my mother's very convincing coaxing to get Panther to walk the last few minutes back home. Our sweatshirts were drenched and our shoes were soaked to the socks.
It was good fortune that my mom and I did not get stuck out in the rain if we had not met the sweet little puppy.

(Just a side note: I had to try very hard to not inject movie titles throughout this post in order to follow with the theme created by the title of this post seeing that half the titles were either from Hindi movies or from really dated movies from the 40's and 50's.)

Don't Rant to Me

Ok people, if you're going to talk to me, don't b**** about how much YOUR life sucks. Don't even go there. Because chances are you will tell me that your phone won't work as fast as you want it to, or that your car is old. You know what? People in Rocklin are stupid. Just purely stupid. Your life is not that bad.

If you're mad at both your parents, be happy they are BOTH THERE FOR YOU. Not having my dad around makes me realize how much he impacts my life. The only way I can talk to him is through e-mail or Skype. And even then, it doesn't happen often. I miss him even if we did have our differences. Also, he was the one to drive from Sacramento each freakin' day just to give me a car-ride home. Now, I walk home. Don't rant about that either. Just cause your mom or dad can't pick you up ONE DAY doesn't give you the right to go about saying that they don't care about you or that they suck. This will make me want to slap you silly.

Think your phone is the crappiest one in Rocklin? Well, BE HAPPY YOU HAVE ONE. I don't care if it's slow or sometimes freaks out, the underlying message is that it works. I don't have one, so I have to depend on my mom if I need to call somebody, which I'm so happy that she's willing to share it.

My back hurts. It's been hurting for a bit. And chances are if I go to the doctor, it'll cost us a lot. Especially since I don't have medical insurance. It sucks, but I get by. I'm hoping that it'll go away, but if it doesn't, then oh well.

Like, people just need to realize that they have a really good life. And I'm not saying that I have a crappy life. I'm happy for what I have and yes, I do want some other things. But seriously, YOU DON'T LIVE IN THE GHETTO, YOU AREN'T SURROUNDED BY CRIMINALS, YOU AREN'T GONNA GET SHOT, so you know what? Don't rant THAT MUCH about how sucky your life is. Because it doesn't suck......Stupid people and their stupid rants....give me a break.

Unless, of course, I love you, then I give you permission to rant.

Getting Lost

I dont understand how people get lost haha franchesca tried to get back to rocklin  and ended uo in newcastle...my girlfriend tried to get to rosemot and ended up in castlemont...how does this happen? Idk but i never get lost maybe im just good with directions but i swear the signs make sense, but most people seem to disagree with me. Are you good with directions or bad?

OPS week!

On top of the exciting senior activites coming up, OPS week is here!

For those of you who don't know, OPS stands for One Person Show. Theatre 4 students (which is the highest you can go in Rocklin's theatre program) write, direct, cast, and star in their own show. It's a big deal. And stressful is an understatement. Usually each show lasts from 15-30 minutes. The average is 20 minutes and there are 4 shows each night this week. Tickets will be between $4-5.

So yeah, my night is on Thursday and it will be awesome and you guys should stop by. You will laugh so hard. Also, feel free to go the other nights also, because everyone has worked super hard. So yeah :)

Summer

Only 29 days left as a sophomore!!! I am so ready to be upperclassmen and be that much closer to graduating. I am excited for summer so I can relax and recoup from this extremely crazy and busy year. This year has been the most stressful year and it has really taken its toll on me. I can already picture waking up to the sun shining through the closed blinds, walking to the kitchen to enjoy my breakfast and not scarf it down, laying the the warm grass looking up at the sky and not having to do anything!

TWO WEEKS LEFT.

Two weeks.
That's how much longer the seniors have before the six flags trip and senior ball. To be honest, I can't wait. I'm counting down the days. I have my dress, I know what I want to do with my hair, I have my lovely date and I certaintly can't wait to run around six flags all day with my theatre friends.
The perks of being a senior. Honestly, graduation won't come fast enough, but that's okay, because we have all these fun activites in between.

Class of 2012 FTW.