Accomplishments

What do I want to write?

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Accomplishments
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----->few but important

I mean like in a matter of years I have acquired certain things and qualities. I am, to be honest, pleased. Not like completely satisfied, just pleased. I have my teddy Bear Alex and that has been the best. I have filtered my acquaintances to only get good friends, I've had good...let's say decent schooling, I have a heart-warming family (sometimes...),and I have the witnesses.I think it all sounds good for a typical seventeen year old.

Seventeen

What shall be of me at seventeen??? I think seventeen will possibly be the best time of my life. I do have some expectations though. I have to give in to my parents. A hard thing for both sides to admit but, might as well get used to the idea. At seventeen I'll have college already started. At sevente4en I'd like to dance. I want to be able to prove myself capable of doing something everyone believes me capable of doing but I have been too careful to do so. I can't please everyone, but I'd like to do this form me. Yeah! I'd like to do more for me! And even more for those I love.

For once in forever I'd like to drive at seventeen. I want to party more, to have fun! I want to witness better and read. OH! I do want to read and write! I want to smile more and lament less. At seventeen I want to forget fifteen. Forgive. It's not like I've purposely waited for seventeen to do all these things. I have been doing them and more but I want to have these noted by accomplished success. I want to dare to do the unexpected.

If I fall I'll try again. If I fail I'll learn from my mistakes.
If I succeed I'll try harder. Do better. Be better.

I am Valeria. I am seventeen. I am so totally pink.

Reasons

Ok so I had no time to type this today...yesterday? Monday! I'd like to get something straight with you spots-lovers. Oh BTW this is the only excused time you get to hate me.

Ok so when I was growing up in Mexico I had one favorite boy cousin who I LOVED playing with! We would play all kinds of games and talk and have lots of fun. I don't actually remember being mad at him or arguing. No... we were friends! Ok so now putting this aside...

In Mexico, PE class is more like calisthenics...like a fitness/exercise class, not sports class. Never was I forced to play with a team or a ball or a goal. It was a fun exercise thing. Sports were played outside of school.

Now back to my cousin.

When we could show off our athletic abilities it would be in a tag game or hide-and-go-seek (the mexican version). Sometimes though, we'd play soccer with an empty plastic 2 liter bottle of coke. BUT! That was more of a kick the bottle between the goalies (is that what its called?) and try to score each other. Of course this was my way of showing off I was not a wimpy girl. I could be though too! That was years ago.

Now let's skip to the more futuristic (well recent) times.

I had a friend who was (is) crazy about soccer. (Plus I grew up watching soccer games every Sunday with my aunts and uncles) so its not like I hated it until this friend showed up. Then there was the forced games of all other sports in P.E. class ever since we moved to Houston and started school there. I hated picking teams! I hated running after a ball! I hate ALL sports balls! GSH!!!! I hate sports! See! I didn't hate them until they forced me to play them and I just don't have the whole eye/body/team/goal coordination.

My equation:
vale+sports= - atletic ability/no coordination
or
v+s= -A/nC
they balance out perfectly...

I even developed my own theory on sports but because this is a public blog and I like my friends, if you want to know, ask me. I'd be glad to tell you how homos, balls and spots tie up.( oh and if you ask you can't get mad!)

The Saints..............
Yes, I watched the Super Bowl starting on the 3rd quarter (I can't believe that I knew there were four quarters). This though was only because my dear Algebra teacher was sooo crazy about the Saints playing (duh! she's from New Orleans!) and because everyone talks about the commercials. So basically it was a coincidence. I went for the Saints because everyone that was cool went for them so I figured they were cool. Good thing they won. I got carried away at one point but no one who was watching the game with us seemed to either care or be as exited. No fun people. So I started to try to share some excitement... BAD FEEDBACK

(JERKS!!!!!!!!!)

Another reason why I hate sports...guys turn into jerks!!!

Sigh... I'm gonna go read!