From September to December
Mood:
chillin'
What a year it has been.. it feels weird coming back to baldwin park high school after coming from west covina high shcool.. its like going back to the past in a physical way. the school still looks the same.. same environment. the only difference is that the people now look smaller obviously because im a senior. i like baldwin park now rather than how it was back then..i have closer friends this year. people are more mature. plus i have a girlfriend, so things are pretty good right now.
but im starting to miss west covina. i didnt really like it was westco. it was a small school with so many people. its a packed school to be in.. well the people there were whack too. well most of them.. i hated to whole fame, popularity, trying to be cool thing over there. people seemed to aim for that kind of thing.. im not a fan of popularity.. its #$%^& fake and pointless in the future. my classes were whack too. going to westco felt like bein in middle school again for some reason.. aha another high school i miss is gabrielino.. my original growing up place, san gabriel. just this weekend i was kicking it with people from san gabriel.. so me and the people from san gabriel stil keep in touch. life with the family.. lets see. i guess its pretty good.. the status with me and the cousins are really good.. no drama with me but the other sabinos got drama with each other. so many things.. = ( i miss my gramma. all i wished for her was to no the fact that she was a really great person. i respected her for who she was. she took care of me, she raised me, we had our laughs with each other. i love her. loosing her marked my first experience of loosing someone i love. what heated up my head in loosing her was the fact that some family members didnt give her the respect she needed. i just wanna put in some of the fuckin sabinos fuckin heads.. dont show respect for pity. if u dont wanna show respect then dont.. jsut leave the person alone.. its better to be true than to be fake. fuckin shit talkers. My cousin didnt even let her daughter be held in the hands of my gramma, because of catching something? come the fuckin on. get real....oh wells.. this is life.. hopefully one point in their life itll hit them. well i miss my gramma, she will always be in my heart.. well other than my whole depression during summer of loosing a loved one, the years been pretty good..