Confession Tuesday- Dentist

I must confess that I like (more like love) going to the dentist. Weird, I know. But for me, there is no way to hate it. Going to the dentist means checking braces, checking braces means one step up to teeth being ready, and teeth ready means BRACES OFF <3.
Maybe I'm just over reacting, but it gets pretty boring to have braces for a year. A year of coming out ugly in pictures, a year of looking at a metal smile with half of the salad stuck in there... I don't know how people for example like Andres could live so peacefully having braces for six years (that equals almost have of your life!).
Last time I went to the dentist, he said that he would consider to take them off the next month! Tell me if you have the possibility of hearing those type of things why wouldn't you LOVE going to the dentist?

Memoir Monday- Friends.

Friends. They are there to support you. They are there to accompany you. They are there to help you. They are not perfect, but so aren't you. They are definitely a pivotal part of your life, especially if you are a teenager. They can provide you with affable profound advice as much as spontaneous jokes that lead to interminable laughs, imperative to feel alive.
We were sleeping at my house, after a party. Four of my friends and me. Somehow we managed to fit the five of us in my room with a bed and a air bed.
We were laughing, sharing stuff that had happened in the party, some one told of how she had a very fun time, the other one about how he liked that guy, and we all asked other one if he really liked that other guy, talking about everything that encompassed the five of us together. You could feel the feeling of closeness, of confidence in the group and I felt a feeling of delight. Happy to have the friends I had, sure about having them beside me when ever I needed someone to tell something, or even to do silly things, they would always be there, I'm sure.

Poetry Friday- Grandma.

I miss you.

You are

Adorable,

Ambitious,

Amazing.

Since I was a kid,

I knew I was your favorite,

You always told me.

Remember?

We cooked,

We cleaned,

You Cared.

I knew you loved me

A lot,

I felt it.

We played,

We laughed,

We went to the park.

Where ever I wanted to go,

You’ll go.

What ever I liked,

You’d buy.

I’d spent weekends and weekends

Just with you,

In your small house,

Your small comfortable home.

But now,

It’s different.

You say it’s different,

Well,

Long distance is never the same.

Talking in the phone with you,

Is not the same as

receiving your comfort,

Your hugs,

Your kisses.

You might say

I’m not the same,

That I don’t love as much,

You say that it’s because of my age,

That I don’t show it.

I don’t agree,

I am the same little girl

Who loves you plenty

and

Misses you as hell.

I love you as much as I ever had,

Grandma.

Slice Of Life Thursday - BINGO

I sat there. Waiting for the lucky number. Hoping that I had the winning paper; but I didn't. First paper gone. Second paper gone. Third paper gone. This was the forth, the winner, the one I was going to win (or so I wanted).... I wanted to stamp all the numbers, I wanted to win. Please, let this paper be the winner, I begged in my mind. Before this game started, I decided to stay quite that way I could concentrate and have more chance to win.
The irritated voice of the man that told the numbers asserted my numbers, making me feel each time more more the $100 check in my hand. Only two more! Yes! Being quite is working!!
The man said the next number, which wasn't one of mine. First one wrong, it's okay... It's just one...
"BINGO!!"
Wait, what?
"BINGO!!"
I knew that voice... I hear it every day... Laura?
"I win!!", Laura exclaimed as she poked my hopeless face.
It can't be, it just CAN'T...
My last and only chance that I had to win, and LAURA wins it? No way...
No more bingos please.
At least I hope that Laura buys me something with the 100 bucks.

Wordly Wise Wednesday - Kids of Today

I highly ABHOR the little kids, or kids that are younger than me think of themselves “cooler” more “powerful” than anyone else. I mean, what happened to the concept “Respect your elders”? O.K, I know I’m not a 40 year old but younger kids should like be nice to older kids, don’t you think? They are supposed to be AFFABLE boys and girls looking out for you to be like you someday… Of what I remembered, I wasn’t like that… I tried to be the nicest to the “big” kids, I was even scared to talk to them, if I did, it was with my most TREMELOUS voice if it ever came out…These days these kids are just so mean. It’s just AMISS… Now I’m the one ENTREATING an IRASCIBLE eight-year-old to let me sit beside them on the bus, it always ends on a INTERMINABLE speech trying to convince the kid to let me sit next to him. Then, when I’m finally sited I’m completely DEPONTENTthinking that I just begged a little kid to let ME seat on a bus seat, it just HAUNTS my mind… If they are like that today, how is the future going to be? I’m saying this because I have an example in my house, my sister….. She is eight and she always is fighting because she wants to do the same thing I do, really, what is she thinking? And they she manipulates and IMPEL my mom to buy her what she wants, to let her sleep until late ECT. I try to go on with a TIRADE with my mom to make her see what I see, but it doesn’t seem to work… PROFOUNDLY thinking, this could really be a issue for the future…

Confession Tuesday

Mrs. Meadows got me thinking… Is it really immature? Well, it kind of may be… Just to some people… I think back at the moment a bunch of 13-14 year old eighth graders singing happy birthday as loud as they can, banging the tables, to Sergio who it wasn’t even his birthday. Well, maybe… to the third person it might seem a stupid, but I have to confess that it’s fun.

Sometimes I feel as if I have too much pressure from people, from the world itself. It’s like time went so fast, now all of a sudden I have to be responsible, have more homework, no recess, and be like a lady. Why? When did I grow up this fast? What if sometimes I like to feel like a kid? Have a little of fun that I used to? Is it wrong or is it right? Well, I don’t feel so bad because I wasn’t me the only one singing. It was the whole grade.

Memoir Monday

I ran as fast as I could to the stage, as soon as they told me that the video was playing. I saw the group of Vivi’s closest friends, all crowed in a circle sorrouding her, I stood beside them. I started at her, she was BEAUTIFUL… I never imagined her looking so pretty, the blue-purple dress fitted her body perfectly, her honey colored hair ran on her back and was decorated with a shiny band. Her smiled glowed with the light, as her eyes watered. Pictures went one by one, the ones when she was little, with her best friend, and then… hey! There I am! I shouted and hugged Vivi, I couldn't help but show my happiness. My eyes tried to water, but I didn't want to cry... I looked around everyone so exited, to see her dancing the bals. I couldn't help but imagine if people would be as happy for me when I turn 15...

I realized that turning 15 maybe it going to be important, because if you think about it... You are one more step into being a women... Can't wait for next year.