sarrawrification

does this happen to me? i hate not knowing what it is i should do, seriously. i always want to follow what my achy breaky heart says i should do, but the thing is, it isn't quite telling me anything. .....geeze, i hate how uneventul this blog is, considering the crucial circumstances. ex boyfriend was right when he said "you're gonna wish you never heard this." and he was right. you want what you can't have.

to seduce you with the ever popular hobby of blogging, i happened to forget to simply..tell you all about myself. my name's sarra louise huerta, you can thank my dad for the middle name, MEXICO for the last name, and my dear gramma for my first name. surprising as it may be to you, i'm at the cute, vulgar, age of 16. conversations with me might make you fathom otherwise but hey, as my grandpa used to oh-so-very-often tell me "tengo pensiamentos veijita" which translates to something like "you think WAY too old for what you really are. i was born and fucking raised in this slum we call central cali. reppin it, if you will, for soledad, california. a social dump, but nonetheless, my home. my friends are my heart, they make me essentially who i am. to sound incredibly cheesy, complete me. my family are the stitches to my oh so frail frame, the backbone to my somewhat flimsy morale. my dad might very well be the only person on this earth who...gets me, if you will. n...

quite to my surprise, i was asked the most simple of questions, that baffled me in the most definite of way. which was what exactly my he ar t is so enticingly set on. " aye like, what do you wanna BE ?" --toddler wise, i was soo set on being a vet. loving animals my entire life, it would most certainly fufill me to comprehensively help them, medically. however; in the midst of this introspective warfare, my more--argumentive, if you will--side starts ticking the hands of my, career wise, clock. LAW: " you need to be a lawyer sarra, you don't give up." yes, indeed, i said. it's true i'm not the most compromising of hearts. and i do tend to apply that whole my way or the highway outlook to everyday motives but...*yawns*...surprisingly, being an everyday vigilante, or latina elle woods doesn't quite excite my motivational atrocities as much as i fathomed it would. consequently, my path seeking struggle continues. alas, leave it to me to not search for ...

the day we were all waiting for, january 20th, 2009, didn't fail to meet my expectations. greatness, history, emotions, were all hit today, and whether you're an obama supporter or not, you have to agree that today was a historic event that no matter what ethnicity, religion, background, color, fucking neighborhood you come from, had to in some way, hit home for you. racial injustice, oppression, discrimination, will always exist, no matter what. however, let it be known that no longer can someone say you CAN'T or that you WON'T because of the color of your skin or the place you come from. but KIDS, because i am obama supporter-KID as well, know what it is that obama stands for, what he believes is right/wrong, and what he actually wants to put into to action for our country. generally, no offense, but the highschool mind tends to not to know exactly what it is they are saying they agree with. minds mostly vacillate what the difference between democrat, republic, green...

facing it, dealing with it, just plain-old doing it. those are all phases of life i don't want to agree with, or accomodate to. just today, thinking about what my future has in store for me, scared the living fucking daylights out of me. highschool type shit is insignificant at this point. the 11th grade mind is usually all about the present, all about the shit that's happening right now. i suppose i'm just a w e e bit different than my fellow brethern. i know where i wanna go, i know what i wanna do. i wanna live to see the grimey ass streets of frisco each day as i awake, i wanna do things i only can dream of doing. dreams becoming reality happens as fast as dreams becoming dust, in any case, vaccuum that shit. something else i learned today, shit HAPPENS, and it happens for a fucking reason, so stop hiding from that shit. juxatposing what your mind says and your body does will honest-to-god blow your damn mind, might well near drive you insane. no kidding. life throws so...

but it happens to everyone, doesn't it? with ME, gimme some alcohol and i'll tell you everything i fucking think about you, head to toe, no joke. lies-truths-crushes;; they all come out when i'm drunk. another thing is, if you KNOW i'm drunk, you should ask me something, i'll give you possibly the most honest explanation ever. consequently, the same thing gets me in a heap of trouble sometimes. not necessarily with the person, but with m y s e l f after i say it. forexample: last night was new years eve; got thrashed OF COURSE, and told a couple of people probably a LOT of things that i wouldn't IMAGINE telling them in "real life" -- sober life, if i may. hence the title of this blogging situation however, it's especially bad in these instances when the person you are confessing yourself to is intoxicated as well. i mean, don't get me wrong, drunk slurred, not to mention inappropriate words, are always, always, always, SOBER thoughts. and that...