True Lies

There are things we do not tell

Instead we tell the opposite

No matter how Far-fetched

No matter how blunt or crude

We lie

We avoid the truth

For we are afraid

Afraid of the consequences

Whatever they may be

We lie

We lie to our loved ones

We lie to our friends

We lie to our bosses

And we lie to ourselves

But, we are only human

And we make our mistakes

Its unavoidable

It just happens

We lie to everyone

Only true lies

Hurt the most

what to do when your bored in the movies waiting for your movie to start

Well its been a while my fellow bloggers. I write today bored out of my mind waiting for my movie to start. You see my sad excuse for a sister and cousin decided to go to the movies to watch street kings. When we get there these two decide to buy tickets for the latest showing, which is at midnight, and so we had to wait for it to be midnight so we can watch our movie. I got to say, what a day. You see while everyone is going away for spring break, I am stuck in a black hole that I like to call new york city. Sure anyone would say that they would love to visit but I wouldn't recommend coming to such a place. I think italy would be a better place to be at this time because its far from this miserable country, and besides I want to know what their ice cream taste like because I heard that it has ten times the sugar then ours.  So what is the best thing to do when your bored in the movies well i have come up with a nice list of things.

1) Listen to your ipod.

2) Go to sleep.

3) Go to sleep. 

4) Listen to your ipod.

Of course I repeated the same things over and over because what else is their to do in the movies.  Unless you have a gameboy or something then you will really be entertained. 

I got some more great ideas from fellow bloggers and they state.

5) Put up a new post on your blog.

6) Stare at the wall.

And this one I found very interesting.

Rubiks Cube Mayhem

Urghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. I hate this, this thing it just wont escape my head, I go on the train and its there, school its there home there, this is consuming my life. I have come to a conclusion that this thing is one of mens greatest mystery's. Its one of the most complex Puzzles I Have ever seen, I have settled on a conclusion that those nerds I see slaving over this piece of plastic really scare me. They solve it with one hand, eyes close, behind there back I mean what people do you know in life that honestly can do that? I always wondered if there was a way to cheat but, it just wouldn't be fair because then I wont be able to show off my superior nerd skills to my friends. This is worst then math class and learning how to solve inequalities because at least in math class I will learn how to solve it step by step. I feel pretty bad though because I was fighting with my conscience on whether or not I should go on youtube and take the easy way out but then I will feel pretty bad knowing that I solved it by cheating. Why ooh why must you mock me I have gone Through the bravery's new album the sun and the moon twice already, hell I have even gone through Kimya Dawson's my cute fiend sweet princess album as well which I might add was great by the way. Rubik's cube your time of triumph will soon come to an end, you will be mastered by spiderman.

How The Day Sounds

Hello my fellow bloggers I write to you today, confused. You see I am reading this book in my English class and it had this quote that really caught my attention, "Al Jibaro nunca se le quita la mancha de platano", which means a jibaro can never wash away the stain of the plantain. I don't know why but this quote keeps repeating in my head over and over again. I feel that this quote symbolizes what me as a Latino living in America should always remember. I cant escape my past, I see people from my country that come here to America and suddenly want to focus on living the American dream. They want to act, talk, live, be an American. But why cant they be who they are? You cant conform into something your not born into. America is the place that i live in but, my true home is in my country. I wont stop being what I am and nobody can say or do anything to change that. I simply feel, proud of who I am. I leave you today accomplished after writing this, you already know who it is your not so friendly neighborhood spriderman.

Who Are YOU?

I feel lost and at the same time relieved. I have come to harvest my anger towards the naive ways in which people distinguish themselves. I have tried to neglect the fact that some people just don't know when a person is using them. they succumb to the ways in which the person verbally and physically finds their way into their inner thoughts. They feel accepted and at the same time, loved. Despite the fact that the person you've trusted with your secrets and thoughts will be nothing but a mere memory in which you reflect on in times of grief and sadness. I embrace this though because at the end of the day i know who my true friends are, and this fact blocks out the people that feel that portraying somebody that their not will grant them acceptance into my life. My leisure ways and hostile mind is what makes me stick out from others. I know who I am but I leave you tonight with this question. Who are you? Thanks for reading your not so friendly neighborhood spiderman.