my twin.

he keeps track of me and he cleans up after me when i do the stupidest of stupid things. he didn't snitch on me when i crashed into that parked car. or like when we got kicked out of kroger for putting our dog into the shopping cart. my brother knows me better than i know myself.literally;

"nory, i know you. you're making me come in here & you're not even gonna buy anything. & now, you're gonna buy something ugly, just to prove me wrong. or some $3 lotion or something. nory, i know you."

The Suckiest Lesson

You never know what you have 'till it's gone//
And it's so true! We were raised hearing that phrase, but i'ts not until you go through a situation that relates to it, that you actually start to believe it. It's like knowing there's cockaroaches in your cabinets. I personally don't spend all day thinking about them, I just subconciously know they're there. It's not until I walk into the kitchen at night to get a glass of water, turn on the lights, and see them scatter that I actually freak out about them and say, "We have got to do something about those roaches."

We live in a nation where everything is handed to us, and it's time to start applying this lesson to our lives, instead of keeping it stored away in our kitchen cabinets.

Plans

Plans never go as planned.

Lingering

I'm playing piano now. But my guitar is gathering dust.
I feel like I should get my music more organized... like, make a music portfolio, and maybe make a fresh demo of my newest stuff, but I'm just lingering along, never getting things done.

I'm ready to leave my garage. I miss the stage. I miss the sound. I should stop living on fast forward. I liked it better when everything was on pause and I had nothing to do on weekends but make music for my neighbors.

I've lost the Mojo.

I think I'm running out of fuel.

I tried to write a new song.
But I wanted something fresh.

I sat at my piano for five hours last night, and all I came up with was a bunch of doodles of the sky. I don't exactly know what's happening, but recently, I'm always stressing on my plans for the weekend, for the month, for the year. I haven't had a chance to paint.

I'ts 12:40 AM,
I think I'll go paint.
Maybe something will come to mind...
Something like a second verse.


This is the DRAMA you've been waiting for.

Little girls in make-up,

10 year olds are texting addicts,
13 year olds are mothers,
15 year olds are ambitious after their first job.
18 year olds swim in their consequences.

Are we growing up too fast?

How much Genesis sucks at basketball

As I've mentioned before, I'm on a mini-vacation with my family and tonight, we're staying with the Segovias. Genesis Segovia, a dear friend from San Antonio, truly captured my attention today and I've decided to make him today's blog topic.

The Segovia boys and a couple of their friends (and me, serving as a scorekeeper and a lampost) gathered on the driveway of the Segovia house to play ball, and once the guys were into teams, the game was on. Sure, on the court he seems confident and secure of his skills, but the question is, What skills? Tonight's game was a particular example of Genesis' lack of skills.

I made the unfortunate mistake of cheering for my brother's team. I say unfortunate not because I'm a bad sister, but because Genesis and my brother were on the same team. They were off to a terrible start, Genesis' team, given to the fact that Gabriel (Genesis' brother and basketball opponent) scored the first point.

To make a long story short, Genesis and his team lagged behind Gabriel and his team throughout the entire game, and the struggle ended in an abrupt manner when Genesis got hit in the eye and decided to forfeit, proving that he's a whimp and he's (literally) got no game.

San Antonio

Saturday: 10:58pm

My dad and his family are having a family reunion this weekend here, in San Antonio, TX. Naturally, my brother and I dreaded the fact that they made us come, especially since we're going to be here for three whole days, so we decided to make the best of our visit, and left to Six Flags Fiesta Texas. We came home to a house full of angry aunts and uncles, who resent us and my parents for letting us go to Fiesta Texas while the family was here. Their argument? One aunt said, "It's a family reunion and our kids should be HERE WITH US, not having fun."

These next glare-filled days should be a blast! Especially since my brother and I plan on spending every single one of them at Fiesta Texas.

Reliability

The reason I didn't post this piece on time, is because my phone is out of battery. The computer's clock is all out of sync with reality, since no one ever thinks about setting the date & time, and there's no other clocks in the room. I got carried away watching videos on youtube.com, and before I could think about it, it was past midnight! I tried to excuse myself and blamed it on my stupid phone's battery, but my bubble quickly burst when my brother said, "Quit trying to make up excuses. Maybe if you weren't so freaking reliable on every single piece of technology, then you could mend for yoursef. It's your fault you didn't make the post, not the clocks." And he's right. We rely on technology so much, it's dangerous.

Words

Isn't it just as easy to say something hateful as it is to say something kind? Isn't it just as simple to find the positive rather than the negative? I've come to realize that our words are powerful and with them, we have the ability to do one of two things: build, or destroy. One kind word can help a person, change a life, and lift someone's self esteem, while one hurtful word can burn inside a man's mind, haunt him day and night, and lead him to commit the worst of all crimes. How many lives have you taken away because of the words you said?

ADHD Conclusions

Today, my brother was being a nuisance, interrupting my story while I rehearsed for a play and, jokingly, I told him he should probably go see a therapist because of his incapability to focus and to get his attention span checked. Brightly, he responded, “You know, I really don’t believe in therapists. I think it’s a waste of college. I mean, all they do is ask you how you’re doing in school, and how do you feel about taking Ritalin. When mom made me go see Luis, he just asked me dumb questions and I said “I feel fine, whatever.” I think if someone has a problem, it’s retarded to have to depend on someone else to solve it for you. Laaaaaame.” I told him he should write a book about it, and got him started on how modern literature has “lost its magic”. But that’s a story for another day.

Janitors and Roses

The famous comedian, George Lopez, will be appearing at the Nokia Theater this upcoming Friday, and as I casually mentioned this piece of informations to my 13-year-old brother, he made a quite interesting remark that got me thinking about the real disposition of Hollywood stars. He commented, "When you go to a concert, and the audience throw flowers at the singers, I bet they don't even keep the flowers. Rich, super famous rockstars don't care about keeping a bunch of flowers that were thrown at them by some random guy in the crowd who probably stalks them and who wears their face on his underwear. No, they just leave all the bouqets on the ground, and when it's time to sweep up the stage, the janitors pick up the flowers and take them to their wives. That's why janitor's wives are always happy and nice. They get flowers all the time!" Now that i think about it, he could be right.