QT.: wake up.

I've been thinking lately.. ["OMFG CRISTINE IS THINKING AGAIN! time to ex out her blog"] haha. well, seriously I just imagined my life moving at the speed of light, flashbacks and thinking about all the old "good" times. you know, i was the type to always like drama [only because i didn't have that much of it.] there is NO drama in my life, and i'm happy that i don't. i'm TOO happy that i'm actually kind of.. bored. i've been lacking fun in my so-called teenage life lately that i think i'm just bringing myself down. like how i said you don't need drugs to have fun. well that was the only time i did have fun. and well, since my former group of friends split-- i got lost, left in the dust, and i didn't know what direction to go forward to. so i tried, family? a lot of my family that i was close with lives in corona. times just keep getting harder and harder. today, i took a nap. i woke up, and i had the urge to do this blog. "I realize..." that everything we've gone through so far, isn't even the beginning. [at age 15, barely. wow] so basically we're still sleeping, just waiting for the clock to stop clicking. then we wake up and begin our lives.

Do you remember those little turn-the-knob to get a toy, type of thing? only a quarter? haha. I seem to miss it. I miss the pass, I miss my "childhood". it really widens up your mind to just think back and see how much you've changed, and how much you've grown. i tell my mom everyday, "mom i'm getting older.." and i get pretty sad. the next thing you know it, i'm already preggo with 8 kids at once! hahah. i think these balls are a personification.. or a simile. this ball is like the representation of your life. you bounce it, it bounces back. once you let it go, you have to chase it. you have fun for it for awhile, then after.. you just get tired of it til you find it again years later. i don't know, you guys. maybe i've been a little too bored. but seriously, thinking back can bring out the best of you. you think to yourself "wow, i did this/that, i'm so different!" and then you can change for the better, change for worst. the art of changing, wow.. seems to strike me amazed every single time..

oh and you know, i really miss being an EIGHTH GRADER. it helps me remember the times i was so popular, so known, everyone so friendly, everyone so cuddly, hugs everywhere, just the joy of being so damn happy, and school was the last thing on our minds. I miss RINCON. rincon helped me believe that not only did i have family at home, but even at school. the teachers were like my aunts and uncles. we spent 6+ hours at school, and then we hangout with friends. that's probably more than you spend time at home with family. i miss walking to nogales burger.. juice it up, quiznos, CHINA BLOSSOM. i miss those buck sessions, and meeting new people every single day. just because everyone becomes family. a friend one day, the best of friends the next. that's how it was. and i even went to bible study. PUENTE HILLS MALL everyday! that was when that mall was actually fun.. but now? everything suddenly diminished, finished, and isn't gonna come back anytime soon because we've grown out of it. when i was an eighth grader, i was such a rebel. i miss my friendship with carla gonzalez, when i was an eighth grader, because i felt like she was my best friend forever. and the other day, i just had registration already for next year. i'm gonna be a sophomore, you guys. a 10th grader. that doesn't suit me well. but seriously, i'm not ready for anything at all anymore. :[ & I type this so I can look back another year later and talk about how much I've changed again, hahaha. so anyway, ↓

I miss nogales burger.