Some people have told me that the best feeling in the world is feeling in love. That may be true but, for me the best feeling in the world is feeling accomplished and feeling that you've made it. These recent marking periods, I have been failing math. I hate it when I look down at my report card and I see that horrible 55 next to math. This wave of disappointment washes over me and I try to hide my emotion. It frustrates me when my other friends have a higher grade than me and I tend to feel stupid. I have also been on the borderline of failing my AP U.S History class. I couldn't bare the disappointment doubling. For the remaining of the marking period I have worked hard and long. I have been pulling all nighters and almost drank my tea stash dry. Just recently, I received my report card online. I may not know what I have gotten in Math [ due to a lazy teacher ] however, I scored an 80 in APUSH. From a 60 to an 80, I would say that's a marvelous recovery ! This wonderful feeling of joy and accomplishment washed over me. It's the feeling of accomplishment that just filled me with bliss and felt that I seriously kick ass. I may not be in love or found a cue for AIDS or Cancer but, I do believe it's the best feeling in the world.

What do you think is the best feeling in the world ?

     
Today, I was talking to my friend about regrets. I told him about the recent drinking, affairs and smoking. I told him because he could not judge me. He has experiences in different fields so, he could relate to why I did those things. I am scared that one day I'm going to look back and regret so many things that I did. From his prospective, he noticed that I didn't fully let myself go. I didn't loose myself in the drinking, affairs or the smoking. I didn't let that control me. I think my fear is starting to wash away. However, I don't know if I can live without regret.
What's your biggest regret ? Do have any regrets ?

                     
I am always told that there are two sides of a story. However, very few people remember that when they listen to somebody's story. The other woman or the other man, are often dipected as a bad person. My side of the story : One boring Saturday afternoon, I get a call from Al*. He was telling me about going to Elliot's house because nobody was home. When we arrived the equation started. Drinks plus raging hormones minus supervision equals total disaster. For the first hour or so we were just watching videos and talking about how our lives were progressing. In the background, there was Elliot making - out with his girlfriend. I just made them blend in the background with the furniture. I knew he had a girlfriend. I knew that I wasn't drunk because I remember every detail and because I didn't drink that much. Yet when he kissed me I didn't push him off. I reflected on it now and I think if I knew the girlfriend I would of told him to stop. I believe that, that was the reason why I didn't feel as bad about it. Just in a matter of seconds, I became the other woman. I don't feel bad about it but, It's something that I wouldn't do it again. It's an awful feeling to find out that your boyfriend/girlfriend has been cheating on you. I know because I have been cheated on before. I am currently keeping my distance from Al because quite frankly, I don't want that happening again. I can't be selfish. There's always another side to every story.
Have you ever been the other woman/man ?

* Name has been changed.

                     

So my mother forced me to watch a movie were the protagonist deals with anorexia. I remember one day; my mother asked me if I wanted to eat dinner. I told her that I wasn't hungry. I felt her heavy stare on me. I looked at her and then she began : " Your not fat; darling. You can eat food but, if you want to loose weight don't eat greasy food. " I mashed my eyebrows together. My mother thought I was anorexic. Then I relaxed my face; and laughed. My mother ment well and I love her for caring. Sometimes I'm not hungry. Sometimes I have so much on my mind that I forget to eat. It's not that I conceder myself fat, I just simply forget. Plus I don't think I can be anorexic. I love food too much ! Plus being Mexican, we have a lot of greasy-belly-filling-food <3  I love my curves. You just have to work with what you got. Matter fact; I don't think I can stick to a diet either.

Have you tried to go on a diet ? Why ? &; did you stick to it ?