bombs away (inbetween days...)

This college thing... Part 2 of the 3 part series >.<

bombs away (in between days...)

Uncertaincy is all I can feel at the moment. As I was filling out the UC college applications, I found it funny how your whole life can be summarized by just a few clicks of a mouse and keyboard, or at least that's what the UC expects. I really don't know, and don't care. All I am sure of at the moment reading over all my accomplishments, my "extracurricular activities," my classes, is how pathetically small I feel. I guess I should be glad that the hardest part is over (or so I am told) and all that is left is being accepted. Never mind that graduation part in between, lets just say, the end of your old life and beginning of your new life. That is, of course, the life you are destined to lead. How cliche...

Election night

Oh, if there is nothing more helplessly addicting than watching the early returns from election issues, I haven't found it. I am actually finding myself watching MSNBC and all the other cable news networks, just to see what they say (haha, FOX news).

So far, it looks as though the GOP will retain control of the senate, but there's a completely different story in the House. All I have to say about the results of that is "damn."

Quite frankly, after watching those horrible attack ads running every time I tried watching my favorite shows, I'm glad it wasn't yet my time to vote. I mean, to choose between the lesser of two evils, like Arnold the Governator and Angelides the jackass, would just make me cringe at the state of American politics. Oh, won't it be fun the first time I am able to vote in the 2008 election for a new president. I can't wait...

Oh, by the way, did you hear Britney is filing for divorce from K-Fed? All I have to say about that is "uhh, okay..." Maybe Britney is separating from Mr. Spears because his career is slowly starting to eclipse his. He had that little flirtation in the WWE on Sunday when he interfered cost WWE champion John Cena his match. Then on Monday, Cena accepted K-Fed's challenge to face him at some future pay-per-view event. Ha, well, at least K-Fed has some sort of job. I mean, when was the last time Britney did anything of note? I'm not saying, I'm just saying...

things fall apart (the first week of school)...

I don't think I've ever felt as drained as I do now. Only the first week of school, and I already feel ready to give up. I can't explain why, but each year it seems that it takes me longer to get into the rhythm of waking up, hauling my ass to school, sitting through boring classes that I don't know why I signed up for in the first place, and finally getting home to do some studying until I my face falls in my book. Each year I procrastinate more, despite the fact that I tell myself over and over again that this year I will get stuff done on time. Each year, the same stupid routine, each year, the same tired act...

I know I've bragged to some of you guys that I was going to take 7 periods this year. Well, I think it was some sort of sign when I actually got 6 periods instead, a sign that it is finally time to lay off, or just to give up. Hell, I might even another class sometime this week...

Graduation, something that seemed so far off just 3 years ago, now is only 9 months away. I can't wait until liberating day in June. Of course, I've been told many many times that senior year goes by quick, and that the final act has only just begun. I just wish the curtain would fall right now.


-Cecilio ^_^v

Of Days Long Ago..

"Anybody under the age of 13 should not read this, and if you do, you should not repost this.Just because you were born in '97 doesn't mean you're a 90's kid.It's not like you could remember the original Simpsons. I am sorry but three conscious years of the 90's just wont cut it.You're a 90's kid if:You've ever ended a sentence with the word "PSYCHE"You remember TGIF on ABC. Step by Step, Family Matters, Dinosaurs, and Boy Meets World."Miss Susie had a steam boat, the steam boat had a bell ding ding..miss suzie went to heaven the steamboat went to hell_o operator please give me number 9 and if you disnconnect me i'll chop off your behind the fridgerator, there was a piece of glass, miss suzie sat upon it and broke her little ass_k me no more questions, i'll tell you no more lies the boys are in the bathroom zipping up their flies, are in the meadows the bees are in the park .......................... miss suzie and her boyfriend are kissing in the D-A-R-K- D-A-R-K dark dark dark is like a movie, movies like a show, show is like a radio and that is all i know. i know i know my ma and i know i know my pa, i know i know my sister with the 40 acre bra. i know i know my dog and i know i know my cat, i never knew my brother was so FAT FAT FAT."You remember when Kurt Cobain, 2Pac, River Phoenix, and Selena died.You remember when it was actually worth getting up earlyon a Saturday to watch cartoons.You got super excited when it was Oregon Trail day in computer class at school.You remember reading "Goosebumps"You took plastic cartoon lunch boxes to school.You danced to "Wannabe" by the Spice Girls, Females: had a new motto, Males: got a whole lot gay-er.you remeber when slap bracelets came out and everyone had oneYou remember the banning of slap bracelets.You still get the urge to say "NOT" after (almost) every sentence...Not...You used to listen to the radio all day long just to record "Your FAVORITE song of ALL time"Where in the world is Carmen San Diego? was both a game and a TV show.Captain Planet.You knew that Kimberly, the pink ranger, and Tommy, the green Ranger were meant to be together.A nd if you were a gilr you alwayz said you were the pink power ranger when the show first came on.When playing power rangers with friends you fought over who got to be who............and still all ended up being Tommy.You remember when super nintendo's became popular.You always wanted to send in a tape to America's Funniest Home Videos... but never taped anything funny.You remember watching home alone 1, 2 , and 3........and tried to pull the pranks on "intruders"the original nintendo was still "the shit"When you have played and beaten mario brothers/duck hunt.You remember going to the skating rink before there were inline skatesif you memeber when every thing was "da BOMB"when they made the new lunchables so that you could make tacos and pizza!!"Miss Mary Mack, Mack, Mack, all dressed in black, black, black, with silver buttons, buttons, buttons, all down her back, back, back" SHE ASKED HER MOTHER MOTHER MOTHER FOR FIFTY CENTS CENTS CENTS TO SEE THE ELEPHANTS PHANTS PHANTS JUMP OVER THE FENCE THE FENCE THE FENCEhe jumped so high high high he touched the sky sky sky and he didnt come back back back til the forth of july ly ly he jumped so low ow ow he stubbed his toe toe toe and thats the end end end of the elephants show show showYou remember boom boxes vs. cd playersWriting M.A.S.H. notes. (and the twenty different versions of that)Making those little paper fortune things.. and then predicting your life with them...even tho u always cheating by counting wrong.You remember New Kids on The Block when they were coolAnd You Were Obsessed with either 'Nsync or Backstreet Boys. But never NEVER both...You knew all the characters names and their life stories on "Saved By The Bell"You had at least one Tamagotchi, GigaPet or Nano and brought it everywhereYou haven't always had a computer, and it was cool to have the internet.You watched the original Care Bears, My Little Pony, and Ninja Turtles.Yikes pencils and erasers were the stuff!All your school supplies were "Lisa Frank" brand.(pencils.notebooks.binders.etc.)You remember when the new Beanie Babies and talking Elmo were always sold out.You collected those Beanie Babies.You used to wear those stick on earings, not only on your ears, but at the corners of your eyes.You remember when Pokemon was cool ('96 to '98 or so)You remember when Animaniacs, Pinky & The Brain, Histeria!, Detention, Max Steel, Batman/Superman, Sylvester & Tweety Mysteries, The Zeta Project, Men in Black (cartoon), Generation O, and X-Men were on kidsWB.You remember a time before the WB.You owned a portable tape player.If you even know what an original walkman is.You remember wanting to sit on the orange Nickelodeon couch.You watched Rugrats (BEFORE All Grown Up), Hey Arnold, doug funny, care bears, yogi the bear, hey raco, the jetsons, looney tunes!, ren and stimpy, Pete & Pete, The Adventures of Alex Mack, Allen Strange and Sheby Woo.barnie was still cool and u knew every song on all of his movies and showsAnimorphs.You've gotten creeped out by "Are You Afraid of the Dark?"You know the Macarena by heart."Talk to the hand" ... enough saidYou always said, "Then why don't you marry it!"You went to McD's to play in the playplace.You remember playing on merry go rounds...at the play ground.You remember dreaming to be on a Nickelodeon game show: Double Dare, Nick Arcade, GUTS, Legends of the Hidden Temple, Fun House, Figure It Out...and you wanted that green ooze to fall on youRemember and You Cant Do That On Television where getting slimed first started!"Who Loves Orange Soda? Kel Loves Orange Soda.. Yes I doo I doo I doooo00000000000" was the best phrase everWhen we were younger:Before the MySpace frenzy...Before the Internet & text messaging...Before Sidekicks & iPods...Before MIKE JONES...Before PlayStation2 or X-BOX......Back when you put off the 5 hours of homework you had every night.When light up sneakers were cool.When you bought EVERYTHING at Limited TooWhen you rented VHS tapes, not DVDs.When gas was $0.95 a gallon & Caller ID was a new thing.When we recorded stuff on VCRs & paid $3.50 for a movie.When we called the radio station to request songs to hear off our walkmans.When 2Pac and Biggie where alive.WHEN THE CHICAGO BULLS WERE THE BEST TEAM EVER!!Way back.when it was all about N64.Before we realized all this would eventually disappearWho would have thought you'd miss the 90's so much!!!!!Post this in your bulletin if you remember these days ....If you grew up in the 90's you've gotta read this."






This was a bulletin going around on myspace. There's nothing really special about it, that is, until I read it. I do remember almost all those things listed. The fact that I was growing up around those things make it such a sweet and missed memory... I guess the only reason it struck me was because it conjured up a part of my mind that hasn't been used in a long time...

Erase Me

...I'm soo annoyed. Myspace is just not working on my computer right now...ugh... Yeah, this is a totally pointless post, but then again, I just want to vent my anger. I guess boredom is driving me to anger faster than usual. Fucking summer boredom, it's almost making me wish for my senior year to come faster...



You know what, I really want to just get away from this place. I want go to some college far from this black hole of boredom. The only problem is my grades, hehehe. It has come to my attention that my grades have been on a steady decline since 8th grade, the last time I had straight A's. It's really funny, in a sinister sort of way, since only my 9th through 12th grades count on my transcript. HAHAHAHA TO ME!!! I'm totally fucked in my dreams to attend Rochester, UCLA, or even USC...



Lighter note-
I'm totally inspired right now by this new CD from Thom Yorke called "The Eraser". It's probably the closest we'll get to a "Radiohead" CD for awhile, but that's okay. This record is totally freaking awesome!!! Thom has never sounded better. My favorite song has to be "Atoms for Peace", where Thom voice soars in "High and Dry"-like fashion. This one CD is the lone bright spot in my otherwise aestetically boring summer. It has inspired my to write (this, among other things) once again.





-Cecilio

The Beginning..

This college thing... Part 1 of a 3 part series-_-

the beginning (all is well, so far..)

I just started filling out part 1 of an application to get into USC. I fear that this may be the start of a long and possibly (probably) painfully dissapointing road down the college search gauntlet. Not that I fear not getting into a good college, quite frankly, I don't care what college I get accepted to. Right now, any college would do, as long as it's away from here (as in Davis). Recently, I've been seriously contemplating Sac City. I have no idea why, but it doesn't seem that bad. Looking at the HUB Special Edition, I saw that many people are attending Sac City next year. I guess they don't get the bragging rights that those who will attend Stanford, Yale, or Berkeley have. But hey, at least they are going somewhere. I don't know why I'm defending them, or why am I writing this. All I know is that filling out this first part of my first college application is really making me think, maybe even worry (if only just a little).

Here's a poem that perfectly fits the fear I'm feeling, even though I wrote it awhile ago.

Rejection Letter

Insanity drives tortured souls
to succeed.
Flies trapped on a spider’s web,
each one with a familiar story,
grouped and killed
like all the rest.

There is no shame,
they did their best.
If only they were different,
not mere garden variety,
the light that guided the way
would not have ended
with graduation.

Failure is not death,
it is easy to learn from.
Yet the sting of rejection
lingers;
there is no lesson,
just regret.

-Cecilio
^_^;

Senior Prom

I wish I was at the Senior Prom right now, but it's ok, since I ain't even a senior yet! Hahaha... yeah, I'm totally bored. About the prom, it seems that I just found out about all those "hotel parties" that go on during and after the prom. Not to go into detail about what I heard that goes on in there, and not that I care how people fuck up their lives, but why? It may just be that I'm not a senior yet, or maybe I'm still "imature", or maybe I'm just not that type of person, but I cannot understand why people do that... Oh well. Who knows, I may just be one of those people next year...

Allergies and Stuffyness

Ok, so "stuffyness" isn't a real word, and it has a double meaning here. First, it's just another way of saying "stuff"; also, as I type this, my nose is really plugged up. Hahaha, I guess it would be a "pun" technically.

So as I finish dowing this allergy pill, I realize that this whole week a blur, a scratchy-eye, runny-nosed, light-headed blur. Not saying that I do drugs, but I guess is how they feel like after a week long binge.

On the topic of drugs, I know many, many people who do them, legal and illegal. I'm definately not specifying who, but I can't say I support their decision to take drugs. There is only one thing I can say about drugs and this is it: if you really need drugs to make your life more interesting and enjoyable, then please reconsider where your life is headed. Of course, I'm saying this right after I took an allergy pill, which many people would say is completely different, but to me, it's all the same thing. I guess what separates drugs from medicine is that you enjoy one and loathe the other, I guess. I really don't know, and I'm really tired.

Wow, how uninspired...

Happy Cinco De Mayo by the way.



Peace, love, and respect, I'm out
-Cecilio

on gays, days, and STAR testing...

I'm really freaking tired right now, with STAR testing and my allergies kicking up. To top it off, there are only about 7 more weeks of school left over here, which would be a good thing if those nasty little finals weren't in the way.

One thing about STAR testing... It is the way the government makes sure the school is doing their job by testing the students on all the subjects they've taken. Now if less than 95% of the school does not take the test (which has most definately happened here) then the government can refuse some funding, or so I've heard from teachers. Students can opt out of the test if they just get a note from their parents saying they opt out, and it won't hurt them a bit since the test doesn't do squat for college or their future. Basically, if you fuck up a STAR test, you aren't fucked for life like the SAT's...

So around school, I hear people moaning and complaining about how they need to take the STAR test and how pointless and stupid the test is, and frankly, it annoys me. First off, bitching about stuff irks my ire just outright, but for some reason complaining about this really drives me insane. Maybe it's my allergies driving my hands to my eyes to scratch my cornea, but I absolutely don't care if you don't like to take the STAR test. Although the brain child of some capitol hill politician looking for an easy way to look like he cares for the children, it is fairly important. If schools cannot be fairly sampled, than how should the government know whether to give them funding. I know I'm ranting and probably not making a lot of sense, but all I'm trying to say is take the damn test. For once, think of someone else.


Now also, yesterday was the Day of Silence for willing students to protest or show their support for gays and lesbians. I'm completely all for it, and would have participated in it if I knew where to have signed up (yeah, I was kinda lazy). Although it isn't the same defiant stance as when it was first done in the mid-90's, for some reason, there are still these "Christian"/"Conservative" people who protest the day.

Reading in the paper today, I saw that there were these students in a school in Sacramento who were suspended for wearing a T-shirt saying "Homosexuality is sinful". Apparently, some conservative group is now taking up the case and suing the school district for suppression of free speech. Now first I'll say this, bravo to the priciple who suspended the students. People may call it a belief, I just call it ignorance to say homosexuals are sinful. If everything in the Bible was actually believed in, well lets just say we'd be preparing for an apocalypse sometime soon.

I guess what I'm trying to say is that there are people who are using free speech, and abusing free speech. What are homosexuals doing wrong? What they do is not a choice, they did not choose to be homosexual. How can I prove that, well I just believe it is so. I guess you could say I have faith in them. Hahaha, how ironic...


(yeah, I'm done)
Peace, love, and respect
I'm out
-Cecilio

First Post

Hello world, I finally made a blog. But since I don't have anything really to say right now, I'm gonna post one of my rants that I wrote yesterday. It was written while I was writing an english essay, so yeah, I was a bit bored last night. Anyways, here it is in its entirety-


"Ok, so I was writing my english essay and got really bored, so I beagan thinking about this one topic that seems to be on everyone's mind lately- illegal immigration.

Now just to be honest with you guys, I'm all for illegal immigration. Sure, it has the word "illegal" in it, which would make you think that what they are doing is wrong, but hear me out. What these people are doing is far from illegal, in fact, I would call it heroic (or just desperate, you pick one). They come here looking for a better life, not just for themselves, but also for their children. They hear stories about how America is the land of the plenty, home of the free and brave. Of course when they get here, they may think otherwise, but hey.

On the legal side of the issue, yeah, there are some problems. Undocumented people are easy targets for people who wish to exploit them, evil owners and the government alike. Just because they are "illegal" doesn't make them exempt from our due process of law, though. Making them fellons is not the answer. Imagine, 11 million fellons running around. What could we do with them? Deport them? Hahaha, frankly my dear, the idea of rounding up 11 million people and getting them to leave is kind of absurd. Yeah, there are "legal" ways to immigrate to this country, but on average they take 5 years to "naturalize" a citizen. While on the contrairy, an Olympic athlete who wanted to participate for the U.S. in this year's Olympics was granted citizenship almost as quick as she asked. Huh? I think a hard working cherry picker is more valuble than a few gold medals.

Me being a 3rd generation child from Mexican migrant workers, I am of course an American citizen and proud of it. I even feel a bit distant from my culture at times. Yet, I know that my great grandparents immigrated here in search of a better life, for them and their children. Through hard work, menial jobs, and good ole' American ingenuity, my great grandparents helped provide my grandparents, parents, and me a better life that wouldn't have been remotely possible back in Mexico.

To deny these illegal immigrants of today their right to seek a better life is not only shelfish, it's the most un-American thought an American can have.


Yeah, those are my two cents and the end of my rant..."