Have you ever had those days, where eventhough you are torn to peices you manage to suck it up and stitch the best smile you can find among those pieces and show the world how happy you are? Well, that's what I've been doing these past weeks, with no happiness to share to my fellow readers. But this past thanksgiving I had the best times.

As you might know I am a Senior, which means I have some privileges. In my school it is imperative for the seniors to waltz. Only them, only the seniors and their dates. My date was my one and only bestfreind. He couldn't possible be my best choice. Why? Well, it was my first time waltzing, my first time wearing super big heels and my first time with a "date". So he was my perfect choice.

Since I lost my other besties, not lost but for a while I've  decided to take some time. I'll still talk to them, but it will never be the same. Anyways I'll retell the day for you guys.

I woke up on Wednesday morning, I had washed my hair the night before so It was perfectly tidy. I took a shower and went upstairs again to my room. Since my hair was dry I ironed it (eventhoug my hair is straight, but I asked Xavier how he thought I should arrange it and he said super straight and Mario said that also, so... you figure why I finally gave used to my dusty iron.) Anyhow I dressed up with my cheetah print dress and instead of placing my heels on I grabbed my white flats. Some makeup, gloss and perfume with a pair of silver earring and my purple cute new watch were the finall touches.

After arriving to school, it was  wierd. Everyone, and by everyone I mean those superficial girls, stared at my feet. Why? Because I arrived with flats instead of heels. But before recess BAAM!! I changed to my rocking black heels. So recess passed and I hadn't seen Xavier. Did he come to school? Did he? Did he stood me up? Well, he did came I saw him but he was too far away for me to say hi.

After recess we took some pictures (some that I'll leave for you at the end of this post.) And we also wrot on the class's windows with some special crayons. Then Xavier arrived to my class because it was time for us, Seniors, to get ready foor our entrance. So we first sat down at our table. Titi and "Beiber" (a random guy that is so wierd Titi never knew how she accepted to be his date), Alvaro (my loyal friend, you'll hear more about him) and his date Andrea (or Chinita "Little Chinese Girl"), Shelby (my kindergarten bestie she is like my sister) and her date Daniel (a wierd funny guy, you'll here more about him too) and me and Xavier.

We then had to waltz, it was pretty good. After all, I had practiced with Mario and my sister. Thank God I had because when practicing I kicked their kness, I wanted to take control but they aregued it was the man not the woman who led the dance. (those thoughts were daggers for my feminist philosophy). So then we had some awards given for our teacher, from the most Handsome to the most Lazy. It was so much fun.  I sang every song played with Shelby, Xavier was busy texting (he's Xavier he has his own species).

Then the best part of the day came, the balloon wish. All highschool gathered at the basketball court outside and we let the helium ballon in our hands fly away with a written wish or "I am thankful for..." message.

. Friends are the most important part of your life. Treasure the tears, treasure the laughter, but most importantly, treasure the memories. - Dave Brenner

Xavier and Me with our balloons I cut with Picnik 

(accidentally, I didn't remember we were holding them)

Xavier and me "waltzing"

Me and the class's boys

Up, up, and away :)

Chinita and Alvaro

(so cute aren't they?)

Titi and David (aka Beiber)

Shelby and Daniel waltzing

Shelby and her balloon

Yessica and me.

My shoes forming a heart :)

So today was my first day (lame beginning for blog post but hey, this day wasn't the best either... ) and I sort of enjoyed it... 

Yes, yes I did....

Believe me... 

OK...gosh, It was so (what word can I use?) =====> -_________-

Yeah, that's the face.

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I woke up feeling nauseousness  creeping inside me, wierd because I wasn't dancing in the senior dance. I think it was how I wanted it to end. It was nice after all, the breakfast was more or less and the decoratin was cute. I liked the dance, they had fun with it so...yeah. 

Sorry for this lame SUPER LAME  post but they changed me from class, now I am in 11-D. My 2 BFFs are in 11-A and I'm with my other BFF in 11-D... !!

Sorry again but I feel like Layla (my pet) ==============> -_______________________-

Yes, I adopted an emoticon....

I believe we all have a point within a sitution in which we get bored or get tired of it. I am a very energetic girl, I get to the point in which you would like for me to stitch my mouth or cut my tongue. But that's another story, the point is you might or might not fisnish something with the same energy you started with. Although that's the problem with me. I've lost my Senior Spirit before school actually starts.

I've looked everywhere (my mind and my old notebooks, you might wonder why my notebooks but they have silly random things I've written with my friends) but I just can't find my Senior Spirit! I sometimes get hit by it at random times of the day while doing random things (like brushing my teeth) and get all excited but it fades within seconds. 

These past weeks (I haven't been blogging so excuse my laziness) my classmates have been preparing this senior dance, I first thought about participating in it, but then the feeling BAM became no more than a forgotten want. I felt I didn't need to be there. Like if I culd live wothout it. Days later I was regretting not being there. Seconds later I was happy I didn't form part of the dance thingy. And the cycle continued and continued, repeating itself over and over, until it stopped (or I stopped it?).

Anyhow, I presented myself today to the "first senior meeting". Okay let's stop there. FIRST? Yeah right, it was the second! I really feel neutral in this because I know I am a comformer. I tend to comform with things. However I felt offended because I wasn't called for the first meeting WEEKS before, and I knew about this one because I was told by someone. So I've decided to take orders from now one. Not that I didn't follow orders before but I had made an idea of fighting for my desicions this senior year. So this will be my plan, to accept society's rules (when talkibg about senior desicions) and just "go with the flow". 

You might think how dumb and stupid I might sound, but we are 100 seniors and if the small group that GETS CALLED (about 10%) and they decide things for me, I will be okay with it. It will be awkward showing up at the SECOND MEETING THINKING IT WAS THE FIRST and try to change stuff that was already decided. So wish me luck because this year will be the most DRAMA EQUIPPED YEAR EVER!!!!