Find pride not in what you do, rather find pride in the effort you place.

Sgt. -> SSgt. -> GySgt.

You linger in my dreams.

I care.

(via viciouslyyou)

The premise is an interesting one. Unfortunately, i’ve thought about this video a lot and I gotta admit that the Pixie girl thing sometimes gets to me too.

taeshavmandrew: Funny Piece. Awfully Cute Lil’ Bugger

This is my favorite song, yo!

This band helped me through high school. These three guys’s music made me feel like someone knew what I was going through when I was going through the motions earlier in high school.

(You know what? Fuck it. it’s not a stereo-type. It’s the truth!)

Ever since I got into high school, my writing has taken a backseat to everything I do. I’d try to write in my notebook or on the computer, and stutter whenever I tried to pump something out. I wasn’t the best writer, granted, but I had ideas. Ideas that i could go on forever about and ideas that people liked. I never sought personal glory for my writing. 

But ever since freshman composition and AP English language and composition, I hated myself and doubted my writing skills. All of sudden, everything had to come out right the first time. Editing and revising came last because every thing, every word, every idea, had to come out right the first time.

It’s as if, the one thing that I try to hold on to is making me let go. 

But what if i just failed? What if… all i had to do, was just write and write and write and write, and have that same passion that Shaun Brumder or Harriet the spy, or even Crichton had? What if  all I had to do was just let go and stop trying to construct near shakespearean syntax with nonfiction college level diction. 

If writing is a process about getting better and my skills aren’t as good as they used to be or being set to a higher standard, then i believe that I will stick with it. I don’t know why, but thank you harriet, thank you gully, hell thank you ms. oppenheim for making me feel the way i do about writing. 

You’ve liberated me from this stupid, moronic state of depression when it comes to my writing. I’m not saying that I’m going to get sloppy with it. But i’m just not gonna care about my elegance and syntax and diction and all that crap when it comes to my writing.

Granted, essays, personal statements, and personal writing pieces will have to be fine tuned, but my expectations are now different. i will start out like i would always do. I’ll just write.

Maybe at the end of the road, i can look back and say, this night or this period of time marks an turning point, an epitome of the worst moments and feelings of my life.

And maybe the next day will just be brighter. 

At around 1 or 2 o’clock, ten to twelve minutes after being taken off of life support-

-my grandmother, Guillermina, passed away.

Peace be with her and her twelve sons (My uncles and father)