Its The Start Of A Revolution...

and by that I mean, Summer 2010. Well, technically it's summer 2010 in t-minus two days but hey whose counting? Certainly not the seniors of San Clemente High School whose official last day was on Friday. & how did they spend it? Ironically staying and partying at the place whose demands required them to walk its halls for four years of their lives, to complete endless and endless amounts of exams, quizzes, projects, community service all leading up to one big day where they get to walk across an enormous stage, in front of hundreds of family, friends and distant relatives, being careful not to trip-all to receive a handshake and a piece of paper with fancy writing say "HEY YOU DID IT!".It's all very ironic, if you think about it. We spend our whole lives (well most of us) working to be the best at something whether it be sports, school work, popularity, whatever. Yet, sometimes you have to wonder if you work towards it because you actually LOVE doing it or is it because thats what it takes to be successful? In college when you choose your major-do you choose that major because you actually have a serious interest in pursuing a career in that field or because jobs in those fields gross over 250,000 a year?

I find that in this aspect, I am slightly bending the rules here. I love writing. I won't say I'm amazing at it but I do think I hone some skill in it (& to those reading this thinking "Wow cocky bitch" thats not cocky, thats trusting in your skills). But I would never dare pursue a career in the writing field simply because for one thing my parents would kill me for "wasting away my precious education" and second, in reality writers just don't make that much money-and in this world, money is everything. So what do you do when society condemns you for wanting to follow your dreams? You find the second best thing and hope to God it will make you a least a little happy. I found this in the International Business and Marketing field with a minor in environmental science. I love traveling, I love working with people, and I love the environment-it works out, don't you think?

Back on the subject of summer, even though it hasn't started officially yet for us-summer, summer is in the air. If you didn't attend Alexa Strange's amazing sweet sixteen on saturday aka the best kickoff to summer-then my friend, you really missed out the start of what I know will be the most memorable summer ever. Even though the night ended with brawls-I really will never understand why boys feel the need to fight one another, it seems so stupid and girl fights? yeah trashy.-the overall party was one to be remembered as "Party of the Year". Congratulations Alexa and once again happy birthday.!

"Live and let live"
-V

It's A Party In San Clemente

Otherwise known as the day when its okay to spend $500 dollars on a dress and a pair of shoes that you will most likely never wear again. When it's okay to have to drive to three different appointments. When every girl, no matter what they look like, appears to look more gorgeous than ever. When stripper poles become an essential part of our society. On this day, Saturday June 5th otherwise known as prom, it became okay to have the ability to work a pole and give lap dances. But maybe that's just me and my friends? I've dreamed of what my prom would be like ever since I was a little girl (Yes most girls dream of weddings, I dreamt of prom). And to be honest, San Clemente's prom out shined all my expectations.

Granted the three weeks before prom were HELL. Being in charge of forty people isn't easy. Finding a restaurant that fits everyone's budgets, finding a party bus that was in the price range, picking the perfect picture spot and finally collecting everyone's money may seem like a piece of cake but I assure you, take on the task yourself and you will find your weight down, tears cried and maybe just a little bit of hair loss. Despite all the minor setbacks-whose going on the bus, who paid, who didn't, what music we were gunna play, etc- I found that after it all was said and done, the feeling that I and my partner in crime Katie O'Keefe had put on a great prom for my friends and especially my senior babies was amazing. I really hope that night was something to remember for them because I know I'll never forget it. It was just so amazing to be with a group of people and laugh and dance and just be nonchalantly happy you know? Like having those once in awhile, pure, tear jerking, heart stopping laughs that comes from somewhere deep within.

Now if you are going to prom, there is only one way to go. On your prom check list, if "party bus" isn't on the list, then I'm sorry, you have already lowered the amount of fun you will be having at prom from 100 to about 75. My party bus was legendary to say the least. Lap dances were given via girl on girl, girl on boy, and even boy on girl. Boys showed phenomenal strength via stripper poles, Warren Dira-I knew you were strong but the way you were able to work that pole will forever stick with me.

Prom itself was amazing. ASB did an amazing job picking out the perfect venue-a concert hall for all the juniors and seniors, yea perfect. The music was amazing, the food, the DJ, the people-I wish I had another word to describe it but I just can't. Dancing with my friends is a workout! Have one dance with Joseph Wright or Raymond Gillard and I guarantee you, your view of dancing will be changed for all eternity. Everyone jerked, fist pumped, dougied and shuffled and it just made for a perfect night.

So if you're wondering what you missed at prom, I could tell you you missed the chance for it to be acceptable to spend 500 + plus on one night, I could tell you you missed the opportunity to make a complete fool of yourself on a pole or a lap, I could tell you you missed amazing food and cookies with ice cream, I could tell you you missed the chance to see everyone looking their best, I could tell you that you missed an epic night-but even that wouldn't suffice in summarizing the best night of my life so far. That night that was: Prom 2010.

"Shots,shots,shots,shots,shots,shots!"
-V

Another weekend come and gone

and only memories left in its place. This five day memorial weekend was anything but dull as I believe I slept an average six or five hours every night. So much for catching up on my sleep. This weekend, however exciting it was, did yield some much needed down time. & we all know what happens when we our left to divulge in our own sea of thoughts-questions arise, conclusions are sometimes reached, and we find that we can add a little piece of that puzzle in which we call ourselves.

I did a vast amount of thinking of this weekend, most of it atop my roof overlooking the Pacific ocean. I tell you there is no place like a rooftop to help you sort through your thoughts. Something about being above the things that usually cause problems-family, streets, cars, etc-is electrifying and helpful. When reflecting on the person that I was in Bangkok, I say-and still do say- that I did not like who I was then. I was mean, manipulative, dramatic, deceitful on top of being loyal, sensitive, fun, outgoing, etc. In short, I felt that the many bad qualities I possessed far outweighed the good I had in me and people over their got to know those qualities instead. I won't make excuses for this happening, really it is all my fault. For some reason, I changed who I was, what I believed in, what I valued-all to reach a state in which I was "known". Why I was so obsessed with that I'll never know; blame it on all the iconic tv shows that plague our lives or just simply being naive and clay like in the face of change.

Everyone goes through change right? Whether we like it or not we are not the same person we were when we enter high school and when we leave it. Most of us change for the better, while some do unfortunately lag behind the pack. I know for fact that I and many of my fellow classmates and friends have changed for the better. Yet, sadly there are those who are still adamant on keeping their immature, child like qualities in which they choose to display in the form of hate comments on formspring. I will never understand why such individuals get such a high in putting others down. What do you gain through calling others fat, ugly, dumb, a whore, etc.? Does starting drama on that sight really make you genuinely happy? If seeing the hurt you cause makes you feel warm inside and you enjoy see it-then how can you call yourself a human being? Did you know it is estimated that around 500,000 kids are bullied each year and about 5000 commit suicide because of it. 5000 kids between the ages of 9-17 kill themselves because people like to make themselves feel better by putting themselves down. Already this scary statistic has proven correct at my new school. I'm not saying those being bullied on formspring do not have the strong will to hold their chin up in the presence of such comments-but after awhile, it does take a toll on you. Every strong person has their breaking point, no matter what. It's really sad that kinder people can prevent 5000 deaths. It's really sad that half the people who will read this will not even think twice, go to my formspring- or someone elses and write something hurtful. It's just really sad that this is what adolescence has succumbed too. When will change occur and who will be the face of it?

I'm sorry to put such a dreary mood on this post but one of my friends was actually, really hurt by one of her hateful comments. She is usually one of the strongest girls I know and to see her so upset, it opened my eyes on how serious this problem is.

On a different note, summer is coming up. Which means I'll be starting college classes, college apps, and most importantly becoming a senior. In close to 365 days, I get to leave the walls of high school and embark on a totally different, refreshing journey called life. We enter this world with no clue and in retrospect we leave high school with no clue at all. You get to reinvent yourself after high school. You essentially become the driver from that point on and it doesn't get more serious than that. To the graduates of 2010-I wish you the best of luck in your journeys to find yourselves, your careers, your dreams and success. My class will soon be following suit.

"Baby get ready, get set-but please don't go"
-V