Aqui.....Translation.....Here
I'm here, bored, tired and just in the mood to try something new. My mind has been on my crative gear all week. I saw a movie about Miguel Pinero in HEAF. He was a real famous Puerto Rican poet who just happened to have a heroin addiction....Ironically he died because his liver couldn't handle all the liquer he was drinking too. HOW COME SO MANY OF THE CREATIVE PEOPLE THAT LIVED IN THIS WORLD HAD TO DIE BECAUSE OF DRUGS,AND BAD HEALTH,etc. Anywayz today I went to school and played football in gym...busted my ass trying to make an interception. My knee was bleeding a little but i didn't notice. I didn't even care about the pain (there was a little). I then went to french and watched Mabel get ready to curse ms darrow out. She got kicked out of the room...i would have said something but i already failed french once..lol...cant happen again. English wuz ok but i noticed that boccio keeps talking about things that i have gone through ...like love.....friendships...etc. I stayed inside for lunch(it was brick outside...like forty-something degrees). I'm madd that Bush won..again but hey..i couldn't vote...I'll wote for hillary clinton in 2008..lol..Math was a test and Us History was jus chillin. Due to my creative side i've been doing nonstop poems and it feels great...Because i usually take my time with them. I have to go do my hw now....haven't started yet but moms is gonna be home soon and she'll kill me if she sees me on this comp......literally