<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6535579</id><updated>2011-07-14T13:05:10.629-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The World Today</title><subtitle type='html'>Life is just a test to determine whether you go to heaven or hell!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://longhornapocalypse.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535579/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longhornapocalypse.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>aguila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06807286759110023116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>71</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6535579.post-117003917709948027</id><published>2007-01-28T20:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-28T20:57:51.746-06:00</updated><title type='text'>As I Sit Here</title><content type='html'>As I sit here, with a whole bunch of text book reading that I dont want to do, I think of all the hopes and dreams I had that have never come true. Things rarely work out the way we plan and sometimes it feels like we have reach a dead end. Will I ever find what I am looking for? I dont know. I think I am still looking for a place where I belong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are two things I have learn to be very important: One is that the easiest way to lose something is to wanted too badly, and the other is that the first step to find a resolution to a problem is to accept you have a problem, and then you can start working on being your old self.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6535579-117003917709948027?l=longhornapocalypse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://longhornapocalypse.blogspot.com/feeds/117003917709948027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6535579&amp;postID=117003917709948027' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535579/posts/default/117003917709948027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535579/posts/default/117003917709948027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longhornapocalypse.blogspot.com/2007/01/as-i-sit-here.html' title='As I Sit Here'/><author><name>aguila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06807286759110023116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6535579.post-115517753713064317</id><published>2006-08-09T21:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T21:38:57.160-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Days of Summer</title><content type='html'>Ok well I have not really done much this summer other than hang out with my friends and take summer classes at Mountain View. Which to me are easier than Mrs. Grimes class sophomore year, but I guess that just means that our AP Teacher did a good job preparing us for college. I have to say there have been a few things I learned over the summer and one of the most important ones are not to take life too seriously, you will never make it out alive! I go back to UT in about two weeks which I think is good because here I kind of feel out of place, I guess is because everybody went their separate ways now and my life now is in Austin. But I am going to miss my friends very much to metiioned a couple that have blogs they are Rocio, Noemi, and Jonathan, I wish them and the rest of my friends the best of luck in whatever they do! Until next time, take care and do not forget to smile!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6535579-115517753713064317?l=longhornapocalypse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://longhornapocalypse.blogspot.com/feeds/115517753713064317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6535579&amp;postID=115517753713064317' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535579/posts/default/115517753713064317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535579/posts/default/115517753713064317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longhornapocalypse.blogspot.com/2006/08/my-days-of-summer.html' title='My Days of Summer'/><author><name>aguila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06807286759110023116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6535579.post-114989945243071200</id><published>2006-06-09T19:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-09T19:30:52.443-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I am  Back</title><content type='html'>Hey after a long time, I am finally back to posting. So, my first year of college is over and by the end of my freshman year I am a junior. Now, I am at Harvard on the Hill (Mountain View College), taking Goverment yes me and school...... I know I can't get enough.&lt;br /&gt;But in my first year my GPA at UT is a 3.7 so I must say I did aight for myself. Well Ill be back I dont know when, but enjoy your summer every one I am out deuce!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6535579-114989945243071200?l=longhornapocalypse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://longhornapocalypse.blogspot.com/feeds/114989945243071200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6535579&amp;postID=114989945243071200' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535579/posts/default/114989945243071200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535579/posts/default/114989945243071200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longhornapocalypse.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-am-back.html' title='I am  Back'/><author><name>aguila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06807286759110023116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6535579.post-113515550325539091</id><published>2005-12-21T02:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-21T02:58:23.303-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My first semester in college and coming home</title><content type='html'>Well I took 12 hours this semester, which means four classes- I got an A, B, B, and another one I do not know yet, but I think is a B or A. College is an amazing experience leaving everything behind and starting a new journey is no doubt difficult, but at the same time a worthwhile experience. I have learned many things about myself and the world. I have grown and matured much compared to last year. I learn the value of just sitting there dicussing philosophy with my friend Gus. I have known what an all-nighter is and how being exposed to a different culture has made me see things in a big picture, not just Oak Cliff. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;College is challenging, but is worth it in my opinion. I have made some new friends and appreciate my old ones. In college I realized that life is not eternal and is not guaranteed to any of us. SO, whatever you do in life, make sure it makes you happy. But what I mean by happy, is not material things, but true long lasting things, like your friends, family, or who ever you have a deep connection with. Hopefully, alll of you will have someone to share your experiences, hardships, stories, and moments of happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, life is hard, but like I always say:"It is only through darkness that you learned to appreciate the light." One might go through suffering and hearbreaks because that is just part of life. One of the things that is hardest to understand is love, because it can break your heart many times, but it can also be an umexplicable and amazing feeling. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember, no matter what, fight for what you believe in and if you find something that is worth fighting for fight for it, because that is the only way we can appreciate the true meaning of life. By finding and fighting for what gives our lives meaning. And no matter what you go through, always try to look at the big picture and maybe you will find that things are not so bad and the strength to keep of fighting and to get through the tough times in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came home, but everythings seems different some things are good and some bad, but I keep thinking to myself, maybe if I keep fighting one more day, I can learn to appreciate the beautiful things in life. Things are confusing, but life is tough and we have to deal with it. Sometimes, is hard to find the strengh and the courage to keep going because the pain and suffering is sometimes fatal, whether physical or emotion, maybe beneath all the pain lies somethings beautiful and thbe pain and suffering is just a right of passage. Carpe Diem, Seize the day, and you might just find many aspects to life that might just make your life more meaningful and fruitful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our lives are not determined by what happens to us but by how we react to what happens, not by what life brings to us, but by the attitude we bring to life. A positive attitude causes a chain reaction of positive thoughts, events, and outcomes. It is a catalyst, a spark that creates extraordinary results. ---Anonymous---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care, and happy holidays.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6535579-113515550325539091?l=longhornapocalypse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://longhornapocalypse.blogspot.com/feeds/113515550325539091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6535579&amp;postID=113515550325539091' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535579/posts/default/113515550325539091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535579/posts/default/113515550325539091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longhornapocalypse.blogspot.com/2005/12/my-first-semester-in-college-and.html' title='My first semester in college and coming home'/><author><name>aguila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06807286759110023116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6535579.post-113148659458334291</id><published>2005-11-08T15:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-08T15:49:54.593-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Life is too short for hatred and anger. Thinking of the small things we do each day I find that sometimes we hate something without even realizing that we are doing it. I think that sometimes, we do not stop to think what our hatred and anger do to us. These  emotions create division barriers between us and instead of standing together, there is a constant war between us. A war that seems endless and all we have to show for it is more hatred and more anger which leads to cruel and cold-bloded acts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The constitution says, "All men are created equal," yet we are put into categories: Black, White, Hispanics, Native American and so on. If "All Men are Created Equal," Why can't there be only *one* race? The Human Race* Hatred and Anger lead to more Hatred and Anger, Taking retaliation is not going to undue the act that was done, but only going to created more and more of these acts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We must know or limits, or else we will bring ourselves to our ultimate destruction.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6535579-113148659458334291?l=longhornapocalypse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://longhornapocalypse.blogspot.com/feeds/113148659458334291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6535579&amp;postID=113148659458334291' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535579/posts/default/113148659458334291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535579/posts/default/113148659458334291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longhornapocalypse.blogspot.com/2005/11/life-is-too-short-for-hatred-and-anger.html' title=''/><author><name>aguila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06807286759110023116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6535579.post-112906250917497209</id><published>2005-10-11T15:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-11T15:30:43.783-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflection</title><content type='html'>Today, in my freshman seminar class we talked about dying and death. I don't remember the name of the person who came up with this theory, but basically it is the stages of dying and death: Denial, Anger, Barganning, Depression, and Acceptence. One can skip stages or be stuck in one stage for a  prolonged period of time. I think the reason why death is so difficult to deal with is because trying to forget someone you love, is like trying to remember someone you never met. &lt;br /&gt;We came to the conclusion that is best to say how much you appreciate the ones that sorround us instead of having the regrets of never telling them how we fell after they are gone. Death is the end of our existence, but think of what imprint you want to leave after you are gone? Say what you feel needs to be said to your love ones because life is a once in a lifetime opportunity after we are gone we can't ever come back. The only thing that will live on are the memories that others have of you and that you have of others. How do you want to be remembered?&lt;br /&gt;The end will inevitably come and when it does, one might ask, did I deserve to have the privilege of being alive? There is only one life for everyone we must care for our own life and others’ because when the end comes we cannot go back in time and correct our mistakes, vindicate our sins, or say “I am sorry” to the ones we hurt. Life is hard, but what is even harder is wasting the chance to live life to the fullest.&lt;br /&gt;There are no absolutes for something so relative as a human life. There are no rules for something so gentle as a heart.--Hugh Prather--&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6535579-112906250917497209?l=longhornapocalypse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://longhornapocalypse.blogspot.com/feeds/112906250917497209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6535579&amp;postID=112906250917497209' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535579/posts/default/112906250917497209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535579/posts/default/112906250917497209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longhornapocalypse.blogspot.com/2005/10/reflection.html' title='Reflection'/><author><name>aguila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06807286759110023116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6535579.post-112837783632000760</id><published>2005-10-03T17:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-03T17:17:16.326-05:00</updated><title type='text'>College, What a wonderful place!!!</title><content type='html'>Well, I have had my first round of test and I fair pretty well. I got an 84 on my first Bio test and a 74 on my Psy test, but I been doing the extra credit projects so my grade will improve from about five to ten points. So far I have written five papers taken two test and a quiz. Oh yea, and who can forget? I have done lots and lots of reading sounds like fun huh? Actually, there is more to college then all the work I am talking about, you have total freedom you can do whatever you want ranging from studing to partying or just staying up late talking to your friends about random subjects and eating the mediocrer cafeteria food. Is nothing compared to the food my mom makes back home. I miss the food. Those anyone know where I can find a Cesar's taco here in Austin? Until next time take care and keep working hard for your goals and dreams, remember the words of Ghandi,Be the change you want to see in the world!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6535579-112837783632000760?l=longhornapocalypse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://longhornapocalypse.blogspot.com/feeds/112837783632000760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6535579&amp;postID=112837783632000760' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535579/posts/default/112837783632000760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535579/posts/default/112837783632000760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longhornapocalypse.blogspot.com/2005/10/college-what-wonderful-place.html' title='College, What a wonderful place!!!'/><author><name>aguila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06807286759110023116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6535579.post-112755292084211160</id><published>2005-09-24T03:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-24T04:08:40.890-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Flashback of Acadec</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, I took my first exam since I been here at UT. It was for Biology I think I did pretty well on it. Man all the reading we have to do is crazy and then take test on what we read is just like acadec. In fact, my psy professor is giving a 50 question multiple choice test just like a standard acadec test. I have written a bunch of papers already and still there are a lot more to go. Ok, well till next time Peace!!!!!!!!!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; It is not by accident that the happiest people are those who make a conscious effort to live useful lives. Their happiness, of course, is not a shallow exhilaration where life is one continuos intoxicating party.  Rather, their happiness is a deep sense of inner peace that comes when they believe their lives have meaning and that they are making a difference for good in the world.  -Ernest A. Fitzgerald&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6535579-112755292084211160?l=longhornapocalypse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://longhornapocalypse.blogspot.com/feeds/112755292084211160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6535579&amp;postID=112755292084211160' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535579/posts/default/112755292084211160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535579/posts/default/112755292084211160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longhornapocalypse.blogspot.com/2005/09/flashback-of-acadec.html' title='A Flashback of Acadec'/><author><name>aguila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06807286759110023116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6535579.post-112623149008530646</id><published>2005-09-08T21:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-08T21:04:50.093-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Essay</title><content type='html'>The Aftermath of Hurricane Katrina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katrina it one of the most costly and disastrous tropical cyclone to ever hit the United States, thousands has been affected and others are still missing. It has left hundreds of thousands homeless and unemployed, has separated people from their loved ones, and has left behind a sea of questions that have yet to be answered. It is unbelievable to see how things can change in a blink of an eye, the multitude that was affected by this unforgiving natural disaster serves as a reminder of the power and wrath mother nature can inflict in a matter of a short time. There are still hundreds missing and others that are in desperate need of relief. The aftermath in New Orleans is so bad that it has been referred to as a “war-zone.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The psychological effect that Katrina has left behind is one of infamy, leaving many wishing all this would be a bad dream; instead, is a calamity of crude reality. The emotional state of thousands of people has been left shattered with death, disaster, and dreams drowning in a flood of chaos and disarray. The scars that Katrina has left behind will take a long time to heal, but the mark has been made and the memories will hark back reminding millions of how insignificant humans are compared to the unpredictable and lethal hand of Mother Nature. Times like this remind me of what my grandma said to me when I was going through a tough time and I told her I hated my life; she said, “nunca sabes lo que tienes hasta que lo pierdes” (you do not know what you have until it’s lost). Unfortunately, I have lived this experience of losing a love one first hand, when I was about eight my uncle Jorge passed away from lung cancer as a result of smoking in excessive amounts. Losing a loved one is never easy and to add insult to injury the people affected by Hurricane Katrina still have a sea of questions left unanswered and relief efforts do not seem to be enough to accommodate the large number affected by this disaster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is too early to predict the psychological trauma left after the disaster, but the one thing that is certain is that it has left behind a dark abysses of painful memories. Memories are a brief recollection of the past; usually our memories have a strong impact on us that is why we remember them in the first place. I classify memories into two categories: ones of pain and ones of sorrow. The joyful memories bring back happiness and warmth to our hearts, but they probably do not affect us a much as the painful memories. Painful memories are like a scar in our lives and remind us of infernal times. They affect one's life in a horrific manner. Every time we see, hear, or do anything that reminds us of that moment in time, we fall into a deep hole of sorrow and sadness that sometimes we are unable to escape, but memories have their purpose in life, they are there to remind us that the world at times can be a cruel and dishearten place. On the other hand, in the words of Benjamin Franklin, “when there is a will there is a way;” if we make an effort to create more memories of joy to compensate for the ones of sorrow the world would be a better place for this and future generations. There is strength in numbers; if we come together as a society to help the ones in need we can create memories that reestablish our bonds and remind us of the purpose of living instead of making it harder for each other to enjoy life. Otherwise, life as we know it would be a waste of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep in mind that remembering is reliving, let us make our best effort to replace the painful memories of the ones affected by this disaster, ones of joy not of sorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6535579-112623149008530646?l=longhornapocalypse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://longhornapocalypse.blogspot.com/feeds/112623149008530646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6535579&amp;postID=112623149008530646' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535579/posts/default/112623149008530646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535579/posts/default/112623149008530646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longhornapocalypse.blogspot.com/2005/09/my-essay.html' title='My Essay'/><author><name>aguila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06807286759110023116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6535579.post-112622881249336492</id><published>2005-09-08T20:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-08T20:23:37.646-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Quick Update</title><content type='html'>College is going good so far, but is a lot of reading I just finish a paper I had to do about twenty minutes ago and I still have things I have to read. College is not Sunset that is for sure. Well, I better get back to studing so Ill post later take care everybody. Oh one thing about college is that you can do whatever you want so is up to you to actually sit down and study and do your work. Ok laterz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6535579-112622881249336492?l=longhornapocalypse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://longhornapocalypse.blogspot.com/feeds/112622881249336492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6535579&amp;postID=112622881249336492' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535579/posts/default/112622881249336492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535579/posts/default/112622881249336492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longhornapocalypse.blogspot.com/2005/09/quick-update.html' title='A Quick Update'/><author><name>aguila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06807286759110023116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6535579.post-112361424246361826</id><published>2005-08-09T18:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-09T15:30:15.960-05:00</updated><title type='text'>This poem I just made now is called: Beautiful Little Star</title><content type='html'>Since I am leaving to Austin I decided to write a poem to say goodbye to one and one. Using the metaphor of the stars, so here it is enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night edges closer and closer onto the time when I am going to have to say goodbye and leave you behind.&lt;br /&gt;I know that we have to go on with our lives, but all I can think about is all the good times that once were and will never be again.&lt;br /&gt;As I look into your beautiful glaring eyes, I see a reflection of what I have always wanted in a lifetime. I am here standing in the dark, hoping to catch a glimpse of your star shinning bright. As I looked into the heavens the stas are shining with all their might, I desperately try to find what once was a beautiful paradise. When my skies were full of fright, I admired your beautiful smiling eyes as you are the light of my life beautiful little star of mine. Your beauty and the glare of those sparkling eyes make my world full fright seem like a beautiful paradise. As I stand here in this cold night, your memories keep me warm and no matter what my troubles are your striking smile makes me want to leave everything behind and just admire the shining beauty of that look in your eyes when I saw you through the mirror on that hot summer night. If being a loser means having you near me my whole life. So be it, I would be a loser an infinity of times rather than to lose your dazzling beauty from my life. Your beauty is so divine that my heart stopped once I saw your beautiful shining smile in that mirror that one afternoon that will always be with me whenever I think of you and hope that this beautiful story repeats over and over again. If I would have to define beauty, it would be the beauty you hold in your eyes and that striking smile that will stay with me if not forever at least for a very long time. Every day that passes by, a little piece of me just dies knowing that I am going to have to leave you behind and say Goodbye. But no matter how far away we are from one another other; I will always remember you when I look up at the glaring sky full of stars shining bright and among all those specks of light I know you will be the one shining brighter even than the sun itself. From the first day I met you, I knew that your smile was hiding something really beautiful something you find only once in a lifetime. Your shining star in the immense sky will always bring back memories of you and the things we used to do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6535579-112361424246361826?l=longhornapocalypse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://longhornapocalypse.blogspot.com/feeds/112361424246361826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6535579&amp;postID=112361424246361826' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535579/posts/default/112361424246361826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535579/posts/default/112361424246361826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longhornapocalypse.blogspot.com/2005/08/this-poem-i-just-made-now-is-called.html' title='This poem I just made now is called: Beautiful Little Star'/><author><name>aguila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06807286759110023116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6535579.post-112203239023748723</id><published>2005-07-22T06:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-22T06:39:50.246-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The future ever so near.... never been excited/ scared at the same time!</title><content type='html'>Hey what up ya? Well, this week I went to the acadec meeting it was nice seeing things in a different perspective and the pizza was pretty good too. Jonathan is now a team captain, but I still think of him as my section leader, why? I don't know I guess I think of him as my little project. When he was in acadec at first, he was confused and scared I think. As time passed by, he started adjusting to his role and started helping not only the team with his scores, but also helping the people in the team whenever they couldn't figure out something. They were writing essays, and then I mentioned to Jonathan I still think of you as white as in him being in the white team, but as clever and the smart little devil he is he said, I'm white, what's wrong with you? It was pretty funny to see him and his brother fight for food. &lt;br /&gt;In other notes, I have my roommate and my room assignment for UT. I am rooming with Pedro at the biggest dorm in Texas, I think second largest in the nation. Take a guest come on go ahead? No, your lying? Is Jester people Jester yup sounds like fun doesn't. There is just one thing, it smells like crap. Jonathan clean my room! Come on I have cookies... My history class is boring, but I think I am learning some things. We have a test tuesday.... College I think college is like acadec without the medals. You have to read and read oh and did I mentioned reading? Then, you take test and all that good stuff except this time it counts for a grade. There is no if you come to competition you get at least a 70.... NO....You fail if you don't go to class and study. I saw myself naked yesterday, stop thinking nasty people dang... I saw my baby pictures because we had left all our baby and back in the days pictures in mexico. So, my mom come back from mexico last night and she brought them with her. I was kinda of cute back then. I wonder what happened? Jonathan stop laughing is not funny. Ok, is a little funny. It was good to see old memories. That box also had a Garfield book I used to read when I was little it was cool. Now I have it again. Yay for me and the book. P.S. I got my hair cut yesterday, I went with Mauricio he got quote the Chandler look (from FRIENDS).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6535579-112203239023748723?l=longhornapocalypse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://longhornapocalypse.blogspot.com/feeds/112203239023748723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6535579&amp;postID=112203239023748723' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535579/posts/default/112203239023748723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535579/posts/default/112203239023748723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longhornapocalypse.blogspot.com/2005/07/future-ever-so-near-never-been-excited.html' title='The future ever so near.... never been excited/ scared at the same time!'/><author><name>aguila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06807286759110023116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6535579.post-112137308298224604</id><published>2005-07-14T15:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-14T15:31:22.986-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Here is a song I like: "Eleven" by Taking Back Sunday</title><content type='html'>I can remember, parking lot nights&lt;br /&gt;What did they mean to you?&lt;br /&gt;Wrapping my arms around your body&lt;br /&gt;Protecting and holding you&lt;br /&gt;And holding you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking inside of my heart&lt;br /&gt;It was such a big surprise&lt;br /&gt;We've gone and done it again&lt;br /&gt;Does he love you like I can?&lt;br /&gt;Like I can&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it wasn't good enough, but I gave you all I could&lt;br /&gt;Will he stay up late if you can't sleep&lt;br /&gt;Cause baby I would (I would)&lt;br /&gt;And baby I could (I could)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you're the grim reaper staring down&lt;br /&gt;And letting me feel this way&lt;br /&gt;The ocean whispers but never told me&lt;br /&gt;You'd leave me this way (this way)&lt;br /&gt;Leave me this way (this way)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you told me you were happy&lt;br /&gt;If you told me that you miss me&lt;br /&gt;Is it something that I can't see&lt;br /&gt;It's something I can't be&lt;br /&gt;Something I can't be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(If you told me)&lt;br /&gt;(IF YOU TOLD ME)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it wasn't good enough, but I gave you all I could&lt;br /&gt;Would he stay up late if you can't sleep&lt;br /&gt;Cause baby I would (I would)&lt;br /&gt;(Good Enough, Good Enough, Etc. Etc.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6535579-112137308298224604?l=longhornapocalypse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://longhornapocalypse.blogspot.com/feeds/112137308298224604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6535579&amp;postID=112137308298224604' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535579/posts/default/112137308298224604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535579/posts/default/112137308298224604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longhornapocalypse.blogspot.com/2005/07/here-is-song-i-like-eleven-by-taking.html' title='Here is a song I like: &quot;Eleven&quot; by Taking Back Sunday'/><author><name>aguila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06807286759110023116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6535579.post-112125147821739372</id><published>2005-07-13T05:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-13T05:44:38.223-05:00</updated><title type='text'>History Class and AP Score kind of think about they are both history.</title><content type='html'>I got my AP Scores today, I did ok, but not as good as I wanted to. I opened the envolope hoping I passed the English Language because that is the one I felt I did the best in, but to my surprise I actually got a 2 on the English Language and a 3 on English Literature. I was so mad because I tried so hard and I didn't pass. At least I will get $500, but a $1,ooo sounds and looks much better... AP Test what do they know? I was also mad because I wanted a five on Spanish Literature, but I got a 4. Mugrosos AP Test, nada mas me hacen enojar. Pero ya ni modo ya que. People tell me I should be glad, but I am not as glad as people think I should be because I know I should have done better.&lt;br /&gt;On other notes, Today was my first day of history class it looks alright, the teacher is a guy that 26 years old with long hair. So, I was suprise he actually looked cool for a teacher. Oh yea, the funniest thing happened..... I saw Mrs. Azcuna my former physics teacher taking the class. I was like isn't this ironic. My first day went pretty good except for the fact that I still couldn't buy the book and I have to pay $65 dollars for a USED book. I hope I can get the book today and that way I can start reading it. I actually answer some questions today and I heard some girl that was behind me go damn. That was pretty funny and the other thing was that I was answering questions and not my former physiccs teacher. I didn't learned much in her class because all she had us do is copy questions out of the book and copy the answers from the appendix which is the part of the book that suppose to be useless. But I have to say, we used the appendix more than what we used our brains in that class. Ok,  well enough of me complaining about the past, butI did say I was going to talk about history so I kept my word.  Is now 5:40am wednesday night I still can't sleep I felt to sleep like at 10pm when I got back from the class and woke up like at 12 pm, which is techcally today and now I can't sleep. Until next time.... Take care and I hope your having a good summer because I am really not. Later&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6535579-112125147821739372?l=longhornapocalypse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://longhornapocalypse.blogspot.com/feeds/112125147821739372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6535579&amp;postID=112125147821739372' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535579/posts/default/112125147821739372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535579/posts/default/112125147821739372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longhornapocalypse.blogspot.com/2005/07/history-class-and-ap-score-kind-of.html' title='History Class and AP Score kind of think about they are both history.'/><author><name>aguila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06807286759110023116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6535579.post-112094142121715969</id><published>2005-07-09T15:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-09T15:37:01.223-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Coterie and War of the Worlds</title><content type='html'>Mrs. Grimes wanted me to update my blog, so now at least I know I have one person that still reads it. Yesterday I went to the Ice House to see Victor, Daniel, Chris, Mauricio, and Michael play, I have to say it was pretty cool. I saw some people that somehow knew me, but I didn't even remember their names. They would say, "Hey, Victor where you been at?" I would say, "Just here waiting for school to start." Then I was sitting in the front row and some members of the band "Man Factory" were playing arond and one of them almost fell down on top of me. I saw all my life flash before me. Well, not really, but it was pretty funny.  I had never seen the guys play before it was really cool to be able to say those guys right there are my friends.&lt;br /&gt;We only stayed for "man factory" and "Coterie" because Mauricio, Pedro, and some other friend went to see War of the Worlds. It was scary seeing your home planet being attack by aliens. It was a cool movie. After we came home from the movies, Pedro drop Mauricio at my house and the other friends and I just sat outside in this little swing I have. Oh, Pedro went home because he had to work the next day. I was telling Mauricio that this are our last few moments together because we are soon going to college. He was like yea, but you can still call me and then I will find some excuse to hang up. So then I said, "just like old times."&lt;br /&gt;So they left my house around one and I went inside and watch tv. Yea, that is about it. Until next time, take care,  See ya later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6535579-112094142121715969?l=longhornapocalypse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://longhornapocalypse.blogspot.com/feeds/112094142121715969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6535579&amp;postID=112094142121715969' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535579/posts/default/112094142121715969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535579/posts/default/112094142121715969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longhornapocalypse.blogspot.com/2005/07/coterie-and-war-of-worlds.html' title='The Coterie and War of the Worlds'/><author><name>aguila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06807286759110023116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6535579.post-111380027363686782</id><published>2005-04-17T23:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-21T08:56:16.273-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Distancing</title><content type='html'>From the time we are first born to the time we go into middle school we rely on our parents for guidence and protection. Kind of think of it, our parents are our security blanket they are the ones that we come running to when we are put between a rock and a hard place and there is no way out. We expect for them to have an answer to whatever questions we have or to be able to solve any problem we might face. We sometimes forget our parents are human and humans do not have an answer to every question we may have or are not able to solve any problem we may face. So, what happen when the security blanket we always trusted and depended on to be there for us in a time of need becomes helpless or "uncool?"&lt;br /&gt;Well, this is the point where we want to throw away that security blanket and throw caution into the wind, but we are unconsciencious of what consequences this may have in the future. I think the main reason we distance ourselves from our parents is because as we grow up, it becomes more and more difficult to relate with our parent. Our parents spend less time with us because we make new friends, want to be independent, and our parents are unable to relate to what we are going through as teenagers. There are several barriers that make it difficult for our parents to relate to us, but the heavy weight ones are: cultural, technological, and age differences.&lt;br /&gt;There is an average age difference of 20 years and because of this there are different events that we live through and these events shape our lives in an entire different way. The cultural difference is radically different, my mom grew up in a family of eleven brothers and sister in a ranch and they barely had enough money to satisfy their basic needs. While here we are privilage to have a good home with central air, enough money to buy good cloths, and to have some luxiries. Technology is something that most our parents today have absolutely no clue about. My mom doesn't even know how to use a simple mouse now can you imagine what they would do if the world was based entirely on computers and other more complex technology?&lt;br /&gt;These differences make it difficult for parents and their children to relate on the same level and this is where we start distancing ourselves from our parents. It take both parent and their children to bridge these gaps.&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, more often than not we don't even attempt to bridge the gaps and as a result, we find it difficult to communicate. The lack of communication might result in us making bad choices that lead to weary roads and when we try to vindicate our mistake it is too late and we pay costly consequences. Is a two way street, we need to connect with our parents and they have to connect with us and when we finally make that connection we will be able understand our parents and the reasons why they have done the things they have done.&lt;br /&gt;We need to connect more with our parent otherwise the time we really do need them we are going to be afraid to go to them. Maybe just maybe is we were connected more with our parents we wouldn't need to do drugs or turn to any other things that in the long run are going to affect us in a negative way or kill us. This is the last post for this year is been great writing for all of you. I hope you enjoy all the things I had to say, remember to never give up, be kind to others, and always be yourself. Thanks to all the people who read my columns and to all my friends thanks for being there for me I wish you all the best. Class 05 we had a great time I wish you the best of luck in whatever future plans you may have. Is been great interacting and knowing all of you at Sunset, remember "be the change you want to see in the world."- Ghandi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6535579-111380027363686782?l=longhornapocalypse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://longhornapocalypse.blogspot.com/feeds/111380027363686782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6535579&amp;postID=111380027363686782' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535579/posts/default/111380027363686782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535579/posts/default/111380027363686782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longhornapocalypse.blogspot.com/2005/04/distancing.html' title='Distancing'/><author><name>aguila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06807286759110023116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6535579.post-111155761016247164</id><published>2005-03-22T23:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-23T00:02:07.546-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Life!!!</title><content type='html'>What is wrong with the world today? A couple of days ago, I heard about the paleta man that got shot for 30 dollars, can you believe that? That man was just doing his job to put food on the table for him and his family. How can someone be so stupid to take someone's life, and even more deppressing for 30 misserable dollars. I heard that that man had a two year old daughter and he was about to go away on vacation to spend time with his family; now there is a little girl without a father and a wife without a husband.&lt;br /&gt;Man, that makes me mad, what makes people think that they can take someone's else life just in the blink of eye? I bet that when that man woke up he didn't think oh I am going to die today! Can you imagine what that would be like? Knowing that you going to die and that you can't do anything to stop it from happening. As I wake up each and everyday, I see that we are slowly ending with the world we live in. Wether is someone killing someone else, people making money taking advantage of other people or just plain killing each other for some unreasonable reason is just plain sad.&lt;br /&gt;Then there is the war, we are fighting for oil and terretory and basically killing each other to survive. Maybe is the other way around, we survive to kill each other. That man did not deserve to die like that. Sometimes I question our society and even the human race as a whole. The human race supposely is one of reason, but sometimes we do things that not even the most primitive and ferous animals do. I am afraid for what lies ahead for the human race as a whole, lately, it seems that we are more concerned with ourselves and blind to see what our selfishness does to others.&lt;br /&gt;Today, I heard that two more paleta man got assalted once again, luckily no one was hurt. According to Telemundo, the guilty party of the crime threaden that if the paleta men didn't give them their money, they will take out their weapons and shoot them. I was really close to losing my dad because of people that have no cosideration for others. My dad was driving home from work, when about three men got out of a car with guns and put it to his head then got in my dad's car and took off. We are already losing what we love and care for just by the nature of life and the things that make up the world we call home. Why should we speed up the process? The truth is that things will never get better until we take action against things like this. Have you realized that at any moment we can lose what we value, appreciate, and love the most, but the one to blame for that is not God, life, or mother nature when in fact, is us that end with what we value, appreciate, and love the most.&lt;br /&gt;The end will eventually come and when it does ask yourself Did I deserve to have the previlage of being alive? Remember there is only one life for everyone please care for your own life and others because when the end comes you can't go back in time and correct your mistakes, vindicate your sins, or say I am sorry to the ones you hurt. Life is hard I know, but what is even harder is not having a chance to have a life and even sadder when we take that chance for others to have one. Live your life as you pleas, but do not ruin someone's else  life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6535579-111155761016247164?l=longhornapocalypse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://longhornapocalypse.blogspot.com/feeds/111155761016247164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6535579&amp;postID=111155761016247164' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535579/posts/default/111155761016247164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535579/posts/default/111155761016247164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longhornapocalypse.blogspot.com/2005/03/life.html' title='Life!!!'/><author><name>aguila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06807286759110023116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6535579.post-111112603979492469</id><published>2005-03-17T23:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-18T00:07:19.796-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Austin College Tour and Interview</title><content type='html'>On Tuesday I had to wake up really early to meet Mr. Locke outside his portable to go to Austin College for my tour and interview.  We were talking about things ranging from acadec, my interview, and my future. After about an hour an 30 minutes we got to Austin College (AC). We took a tour around AC and the college actually seem really nice and cozy. The guy that gave us the tour said that the classes are generally about 18 people, which is pretty cool I think.&lt;br /&gt;Then after the tour I went straight in to my interview, it was a one on one deal I think I did pretty well the guy actually said he was impress with my answers and I was like alright. Then we went to lunch in the college's cafeteria which was really good I had a three plates. I had to take advantage it was all you can eat so I took them up on that.&lt;br /&gt;We then went to the book store and afterwards talk to a few more people and we came back home, I was feeling pretty confident in myself after we left, but the decision is still up in the air. I do think I have a pretty good shoot and if I don't get in, which I hope I do at least I know I gave it my best shot.&lt;br /&gt;On the way back we talk about how thinks went and about the people we saw there and the overall atmosphere of the college. In the end all those hours I practice for the acadec interview paid off, I just hope the end result will be as big as the effort will see and if not is not the end of the world, but it will definately be very dissapointing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6535579-111112603979492469?l=longhornapocalypse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://longhornapocalypse.blogspot.com/feeds/111112603979492469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6535579&amp;postID=111112603979492469' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535579/posts/default/111112603979492469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535579/posts/default/111112603979492469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longhornapocalypse.blogspot.com/2005/03/austin-college-tour-and-interview.html' title='The Austin College Tour and Interview'/><author><name>aguila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06807286759110023116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6535579.post-111042742402244894</id><published>2005-03-09T21:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-09T22:09:23.460-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I am crazy</title><content type='html'>So I haven't blog in less than a month, and you all say I don't blog see i do. Well, my birthday past, then nothing happened, then some more time passed by and yet nothing happened. School is cool people so stay in school. Don't argue with me and just stay in school, and by school I mean the actual class and not just walking around the school. Math benchmark was hard for me, but I am dumb at math so blaaaaaaaaah. On the other hand, well in English class I am doing pretty good. I am not the best, but hey I am passing with B. The time is getting closer for me to have to grow up and leave everything I know and love behind. Man, college I will be the first to go to college and I am kind of excited and scared at the same time, but hey I had to deal with much harder things.&lt;br /&gt;Ok, new paragragh I join chess club and I want some new people to get in because I am the best one in there for real and you all know I don't like to show off in fact, my chess skills are not so good, but I want someone who can give me a challenge. I been trying to do my essay for Mrs. Grimes and I am stuck. I got an interview at Austin College, I am sure I will be ok I am an interesting person hahaha no I am not. Shhhh, but they don't know that ok so don't tell them. I do think I have a shot of getting accepted my mom said, "you do not put as much attention as you used to to school." Now that I think about it she might have a point so now I am going to do my best to put more attention to school and see what happens.&lt;br /&gt;Oh my god, I just agreed with my mom hehe. My mom says I get bad grades so now I got to get good grades. I am going to go and work on getting good grades ok. Good grades are good. Ok I got to go and make good grades, but in math I am always lost so I am going to try to get help. Ok peace out ya and remember to not forget what you don't want to remember. You will understand if you don't already do and if you don't well that means that you did in fact remember to forget what you wanted to forget!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6535579-111042742402244894?l=longhornapocalypse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://longhornapocalypse.blogspot.com/feeds/111042742402244894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6535579&amp;postID=111042742402244894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535579/posts/default/111042742402244894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535579/posts/default/111042742402244894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longhornapocalypse.blogspot.com/2005/03/i-am-crazy.html' title='I am crazy'/><author><name>aguila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06807286759110023116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6535579.post-110844155979704637</id><published>2005-02-14T22:04:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-02-14T22:29:47.766-06:00</updated><title type='text'>So Valentines Day!!!!</title><content type='html'>Well, I saw a lot of people with flowers, chocolates, and cards. I was the only good thing about valentines day was the few candyI got. One of my friends said, "Valentines day is the worst holiday ever." Yea, I have to say valentines day is not that great for me either. I saw some people getting teddy bears and roses, I thought it was kind of cool, but I also saw people who got nothing sad. The saddest part of about valentines day, besides having no one to share it with is the people who declare their "love" for someone and get rejected. On the bright side my B-day is on thrusday, well I am not sure if it really is the bright side, but eh. Well valentines day is almost over, but I think if one really loves a person a word so commonly said from one person to another this particular day, than everyday should be valentines day not just today. I do not mean give each other gifts and chocolates, but to show affection for one another.&lt;br /&gt;Since today is valentines day here is my quote of the day "love is like a plant, if you don't water it and care for it everyday it will die."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6535579-110844155979704637?l=longhornapocalypse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://longhornapocalypse.blogspot.com/feeds/110844155979704637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6535579&amp;postID=110844155979704637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535579/posts/default/110844155979704637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535579/posts/default/110844155979704637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longhornapocalypse.blogspot.com/2005/02/so-valentines-day.html' title='So Valentines Day!!!!'/><author><name>aguila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06807286759110023116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6535579.post-110713175734956760</id><published>2005-01-30T16:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-30T21:14:25.376-06:00</updated><title type='text'>We have come to the end of the road</title><content type='html'>The past week has been very tiring. After months and months of studing the day of Acadec regional competition finally came around, I remember the excitement visible on the faces of my teammates in the day of the competion. We all had high hopes of finally making it to the next level, State, we had given our speeches a thousand times anticipation was in the air as we all gave it our best. So we went, went into a place totally different from what we were used to, it was definately not Oak Cliff I'll tell you that. Everything and I mean everything was made of brick, everything was fancy it was like an entirely different atmosphere, the people were different, the language obviously, the few hispanics that were there were working in Mcdonald or cleaning the school.&lt;br /&gt;Ok, but it was still a good experience so the first day, we went to Chillis the Mexican way walking, well I had Larry with me so they were walking Daniel was pushing me around. We had to go walking because Doc and Mr. Weatherford went to pick up the van Mr. Weatherford rented for wrestling competition the next day. As we were walking I was looking around and I notice how clean their street were and like I said before, everything was made of brick. I went in and I lean on a table, but it couldn't hold my weight so it tilt and the salt and pepper shakers fell on the floor; the salt shaker broke, but the pepper one was ok. Hey I had to break something just so they would know we were from Oak Cliff. The time finally came for us to go give our interview and speeches, we all were confident and had high hopes, we all knew that this was our best chance to medal. Miracles happen right? We did fairly well, but we were not sure if it was good enough so that any of use would have a chance to medal. The day was over we were all tired, but we knew we had to do it again the next day this time was taking seven test in arrow one after the other with a few breaks in between. We were not as prepared as we needed to be for the testing in the written subjects, none of us got higher than a 700. So we had to do super quiz relay we did ok in that, but other shool were in the 30's while we were in around the teens. We had our last meal together as a team. It was ok, we all sat around talking to each other trying to keep our minds of the test we had taken.&lt;br /&gt;The award ceremony was next and well to say the least we just sat there and watch how everyone else got a medal except for any of us. I score a 960 in interview out of a possible 1000, and I still didn't get a medal. No miracles that day. It was definately I sad moment I saw everything that I had gone through my past years. All the people I had met all the friends I made we were all there looking at each other knowing that that was the last moment we were going to be together as a team. We stop for some ice cream and then we came home disappointed and sad. Life is definately tough all the senior don't have another shot, but I hope Isaac, Noemi, and my favorite white boy Jonathan make it where we did not. It something unprdictable, but in the end is right. I had the time of my life all my years in acadec now is on to UIL. Although I did learned that we had to make the best with the thing known as life and I had learned that the question why life is tough? Is not a question, but a lesson learned in time. When the sunset we walked away with our heads held high. For what it is worth it was worth all the while and the memories will forever live on. I hope!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6535579-110713175734956760?l=longhornapocalypse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://longhornapocalypse.blogspot.com/feeds/110713175734956760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6535579&amp;postID=110713175734956760' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535579/posts/default/110713175734956760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535579/posts/default/110713175734956760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longhornapocalypse.blogspot.com/2005/01/we-have-come-to-end-of-road.html' title='We have come to the end of the road'/><author><name>aguila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06807286759110023116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6535579.post-110343400350395773</id><published>2004-12-18T23:27:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-12-18T23:26:43.503-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacation!!!!!!!!!!! </title><content type='html'>So what is up everybody, how are ya doing? So the test were alright I did not get the pre-calculus test and Mrs. Grimes test was really hard we had to write three essays in two hours. All the rest of the test were managable, I spend Tuesday and Thrusday after school helping do interview for acadec. It was a very helpful learning experience it was actually kind of fun. We had a posada today, for those of you who do not know what that is here it goes my mom and my grandma made tamales and atole hmmmmmm.... She also set up el nacimiento del niño dios or the birth of Jesus. After all that people from church came over and went to a couple of houses to ask for posada and of course they said no, then they came to my mom's house and we had a posada. They sang songs and jack us for our tameles and atole. Out of 60 tamales only 8 were left. Sad basically it was just sing, eat, and run. Entonces los tamales y el atole ya chuparon faros. That means there gone whyyyyyyyy? Marry Christmas and Happy New Years. Ya me voy adios.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6535579-110343400350395773?l=longhornapocalypse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://longhornapocalypse.blogspot.com/feeds/110343400350395773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6535579&amp;postID=110343400350395773' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535579/posts/default/110343400350395773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535579/posts/default/110343400350395773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longhornapocalypse.blogspot.com/2004/12/vacation.html' title='Vacation!!!!!!!!!!! '/><author><name>aguila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06807286759110023116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6535579.post-110092021568905597</id><published>2004-11-19T20:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-11-19T21:15:07.856-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to school, back to work, back to the same boring life!</title><content type='html'>So what is going on? For me nothing, I got to do my outline for my Hamlet papper in English class. I will work on it this weekend, but I also have to get my scholarship application done for Mickey. I have to study for acadec for district competion and I have to go eat because I am hungry. Invitationals was good Wilver the team I was with got first place, it was a good team effort I was proud, but not satisfied because our scores were low to say the least and for that matter to say the most. I know we can do much better at District, and I am confident we will. Now my surgery went ok it was painful very painful, but the medals I got help to forget the pain and enjoy the bitter moment. I have to go now need to go eat like I said, I want to thank everyone who looked out for me and cared for me while I was in the hospital thanks for all of your support and concerned you all help me get through a tough time. Thanks to one and all and all and one. If anyone ever needs anything just get in touch with me I will do my best to do my best to help ya through whatever your going through peace and I am out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6535579-110092021568905597?l=longhornapocalypse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://longhornapocalypse.blogspot.com/feeds/110092021568905597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6535579&amp;postID=110092021568905597' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535579/posts/default/110092021568905597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535579/posts/default/110092021568905597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longhornapocalypse.blogspot.com/2004/11/back-to-school-back-to-work-back-to.html' title='Back to school, back to work, back to the same boring life!'/><author><name>aguila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06807286759110023116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6535579.post-109850507068069778</id><published>2004-10-22T22:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-22T23:17:50.680-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This upcoming week is my last week at Sunset for awhile, because the doctors said the surgery was going to be November the 1st insted of the 13. I guess I am going to miss school I am going to be so lonely no more MVM (Maurio, Victor, and Mario). No more test for acadec, no more boring spanish literature, oh no wait they will probably send the work to my house or the hospital. Nevertheless MVM is going to be missing the "V" is just going to be M&amp;amp;M like the chocolate candies, I am going to miss those two I look forward to going to school just for us to hang out and have fun. Hope that everything works out ok. There is a couple of people out there about three or four that are mad at me I am sorry I did mean to make you mad. alright laterz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6535579-109850507068069778?l=longhornapocalypse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://longhornapocalypse.blogspot.com/feeds/109850507068069778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6535579&amp;postID=109850507068069778' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535579/posts/default/109850507068069778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535579/posts/default/109850507068069778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longhornapocalypse.blogspot.com/2004/10/this-upcoming-week-is-my-last-week-at.html' title=''/><author><name>aguila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06807286759110023116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6535579.post-109789735698038041</id><published>2004-10-15T22:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-15T22:29:16.980-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Miracle</title><content type='html'>A few hours ago a saw the movie "Miracle." Is a pretty good movie is about the struggles of  the U.S. National hockey team in the olympics to beat the odds and do the unthinkable, win the gold medal. Mr. Locke said that the whole acadec team should watch it, but the way things are going we would be lucky to get one of doc oh so famous traditional dances from time to time. If you are in acadec you know what I am referring to, but anyway if you like sports movies and you like to see the struggles of man vs. man you should rent this movie I give it 4 out of 5 stars.&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of stars I should probably read a little super quiz and do my homework that needs to be done. I hope everybody that is going or went to the fair had or has fun. I started cleaning out by backpack and I quit half way during the job because some how seeing all those pappers all over the place made me really sleepy.&lt;br /&gt; I want to go see that movie with the little military cartoons it looks really funny. This Sunday is my mom's birthday and I  have no idea what to give her I am broke, but I will come up  with something hopefully in the next 30 something hours.&lt;br /&gt;I talked with my friend today he thought he was not going to graduate, but he found out that he is so he is really euphoric about that. I am happy for  him. He goes to school in  Cedar Hill. Doesn't that sound exciting? Well no not really, but blah! History tends to repeat itself, so learned from your mistakes or you will trip on the same rock over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6535579-109789735698038041?l=longhornapocalypse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://longhornapocalypse.blogspot.com/feeds/109789735698038041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6535579&amp;postID=109789735698038041' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535579/posts/default/109789735698038041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535579/posts/default/109789735698038041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longhornapocalypse.blogspot.com/2004/10/miracle.html' title='Miracle'/><author><name>aguila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06807286759110023116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6535579.post-109754964764610906</id><published>2004-10-11T21:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-11T22:11:59.863-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"Yo Quiero Taco Bell"</title><content type='html'>Once again, I have not blog in about14 days I think maybe more. To be honest I don't even think I know the days I am living in ever since about the time school started. I have not blog in awhile in part because I got lazy yea shock right, in other because I just did not feel the need to express myself through a computer screen, but now as a request of my former team captain and great friend Ana Lucero I started blogging again, the question is how long will this last well to be honest I have no idea. I guess I will try my best to blog more often since Ana and a few of you out there ask me to. Now lets see well things at school are not so good I have a lot of homework and when I get home I have no energy to do it what so ever. Parent conference is went about the same "Victor is a great or good student, but he can do better in these or that" that is the statement most commonly used by my teachers. Then my mom with her ever classical "Victor is lazy he watches way too much TV." Ok I will take that I watch too much TV, but that I am lazy well that is just going too far I prefer to called it unmotivated or tired. Ok I admit that sometimes I am lazy and I know, but how come they only focus on the bad things I do and not the good. When I do a good thing is just like you got a 90 you should get higher grades I mean come on I go to school from 8:45 till 5:30. On top of that I have about three more hours of homework who wouldn't be tired, but ok whatever I need to get to a university, but first a little TV. You may be asking what do you mean by a little well about an hour or so. Later everybody and Ana thanks for encouraging me to blog again because if you wouldn't have told me I would probably just leave my posting count at 44. Well later everybody take care! "The choices you make are as important than the ones you don't make.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6535579-109754964764610906?l=longhornapocalypse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://longhornapocalypse.blogspot.com/feeds/109754964764610906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6535579&amp;postID=109754964764610906' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535579/posts/default/109754964764610906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535579/posts/default/109754964764610906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longhornapocalypse.blogspot.com/2004/10/yo-quiero-taco-bell.html' title='&quot;Yo Quiero Taco Bell&quot;'/><author><name>aguila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06807286759110023116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6535579.post-109578791367209708</id><published>2004-09-21T13:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-23T21:47:24.826-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Candide</title><content type='html'>Candide by Voltaire is a love story that revolts around two young lovers who by forces of destiny are forced to part ways. The end result is a constant quest for love and happiness, but the question is how far is one willing to go to find love and happiness? How much is one willing to do to achieve their ultimate goal?Candide a young man who falls in love or what he thinks is love with a beautiful young woman by the name of Cunegonde has to fight nature, mankind, and him to find the apple of his eye. Throughout the work the theme of love is emphasized, Candide does anything and everything he can to win Mrs. Cunegonde's heart, he suffer a great deal and really is never happy. Pangloss the great philosopher of optimism teaches Candide that this world is the best of all places and that everything happens for a reason. This philosophy gives Candide hope that one-day things will get better, but he refuses to see the reality of the world, as it really is a cruel and unforgiving place. Nevertheless, there is always hope, but we must be realistic, we must take into consideration both sides of the spectrum not just what we want to see or believe. Martin who is the philosopher of realism sees things how they really are and believes that God left the world to some malignant being and is now is too late to save mankind from destruction. There is one flaw with Martin though he never has hopes, goals, or dreams to look forward to and as a result he has no hope to ever be happy someday.Voltaire uses satire to get his points across to the reader, for example when Pangloss is being hung as an auto de fe he still believes that the world is for the best and that everything happens for a reason. When in reality any sane person in his place will be kicking and screaming if they were being hung. Then Candide at the end of the piece finally finds Mrs. Cunegonde, but even though he has what he always wanted right in front of him Candide is left working in a farm and what he once thought a beauty turn into a beast. Pangloss at the end tries to preach his philosophy once again to fair Candide as they are working on the farm, but Candide just says "that is all good Pangloss, but we must get to work." As if he was literally telling him to shut up and get to work.Candide went great distances for love, but at the end his love turn to dust, dust where he cultivates on his farm, but that is all he had left from his quest, a farm and dust everything else was gone or ruin. Voltaire's purpose for this satire is to show the flaws and insignificance of mankind in hope that one-day man will turn his imperfection to a world of fairness, justice and love. We must take the time to think of life and what we really want from it. If we do this we will be able to hold on to our dreams a little longer and if we hold on to our dream long enough who knows one day they might became a reality. So we must take the steps necessary to achieve our goals and dreams or else time will run out. Life is game get what you want from it because we never know when our time is going to come to say game over. In everything we do we must consider all the ends of the spectrum, we must think if the juice is worth to squeeze, does the end justify the means and if it does then we must keep our hopes alive. When you find something that is worth fighting for fight for it because if you don't then man is doom to mediocrity!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6535579-109578791367209708?l=longhornapocalypse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://longhornapocalypse.blogspot.com/feeds/109578791367209708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6535579&amp;postID=109578791367209708' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535579/posts/default/109578791367209708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535579/posts/default/109578791367209708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longhornapocalypse.blogspot.com/2004/09/candide.html' title='Candide'/><author><name>aguila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06807286759110023116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6535579.post-109312674958221358</id><published>2004-08-21T17:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-01T11:49:14.970-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Is Not the Destination is the Journey You Take!</title><content type='html'>It has been a couple of weeks since school started; I still remember my first day of school I was excited, nervous, and sad. Because this is my senior year therefore, after this year I will never step foot here at Sunset High School as a student ever again (at least I hope I do not have to step foot as a student here at Sunset ever again). So on the first day of school during the ten-minute car ride to school I started remembering my previous years here at Sunset. In particular my freshman year, when I was lost and confused most of the year, but it also was the year when I realized that I was no longer a child, I was considered a “young adult" and now I was thrown into a whole new world where being cool was the priority and not A's, B's, or C's.&lt;br /&gt; A world where alcohol, drugs, and sex, were now being integrated as a part of our daily lives and not just something we watch on TV or movies. A world where one decision can turn your life 180 degrees around one of two ways: it may allow you to grow and mature as a person, or it can take you down a path you never wanted to go down in the first place. So as the school year begins whether you are freshman, sophomore, junior, or senior, think of the decisions you make each and everyday and if you realize that the path your going down now might lead you to a deep hole, then give your decisions a second thought. As you put this into perspective remember that the decisions you do not make are as important as the decisions you do make!&lt;br /&gt;As I arrived to school the first day I saw that everthing had change that all around me there were restriction and limition to the freedom that I once enjoyed because of construction there were one way hallways, fences blocking the expedient path&lt;br /&gt;I feel like a prisoner, yet I am as free as the wind at morning sunrise. I can go anywhere I am as free as a bird, but then I realize that the freedom I appreciate and enjoy has been greatly reduce by fences, piles of dirt, chains and locks. They stand in my way and remind me of the Berlin wall. This wall is tall, solid, and unbreakable, I try desperately to go through this wall, but my efforts are in vain. This wall is made of stones as big and as strong as the Roman coliseum, but instead of battling with lions and tigers I battle against myself! I battle with the stones that are disseminated all around me, I try to escape, but the fences and locks and chains do not let up and I am force to find another way around and as time waste I get anxious and try to find shortcuts, but is impossible once again I am left defeated by the stones, locks and chains. There are blocks everywhere that hindered my path and make it is very excruciating for me to get to my destination. The obstacles in my way force me to go the extra mile and I stop to think what will our lives be like without these hardships of life! After five minutes that to me seem as an eternity, I find a way around the stones, locks, and chains, but only to find that I have to walk another half mile to get to my destination. By now I feel thirsty and slightly tired and in a rut. I feel as if I been walking through the deserts of Egypt with a hot blazing sun I perspire like a pig on a hot summer day. I hear voices in my head begging and pleading for water, but I cannot stop, not now I know that every minute is as valuable as a diamond that shines from a mile away. I finally make it to my destination with a vast amount of perspiration enough to fill a whole river. Then after fifty minutes the cycle repeats all over again, how long will this torture continue? Only time will tell until then I must keep fighting this battle and hope that someday the obstacles that hinder my path will turn into experiences I can use to succeed in this very difficult road of life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6535579-109312674958221358?l=longhornapocalypse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://longhornapocalypse.blogspot.com/feeds/109312674958221358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6535579&amp;postID=109312674958221358' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535579/posts/default/109312674958221358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535579/posts/default/109312674958221358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longhornapocalypse.blogspot.com/2004/08/is-not-destination-is-journey-you-take.html' title='Is Not the Destination is the Journey You Take!'/><author><name>aguila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06807286759110023116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6535579.post-109175443900981659</id><published>2004-08-05T19:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-05T21:50:15.086-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I did your survey Noemi all late, LOL!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;What time is it? 8:06&lt;br /&gt;Are you a procrastinator? Well I am not sure if I am I pro yet, but definately a crastinator&lt;br /&gt;Are you happy? Why or why not? I happy, but not satisfied&lt;br /&gt;Describe a happy memory of a time you've spent with the opp. sex. Just when we talk and have fun!&lt;br /&gt;Describe how you feel rite now. I feel sleepy and dizzy&lt;br /&gt;Describe your job. Do you like it? Why or why not? I don't have one, but if I did I probably would not be happy with it who knows haha&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe in ghosts? Why or why not? I do believe in ghost I have prove too all I have to do is looked in the mirror&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe in second chances? Why or why not?Yes I do, I had second chances and gave second chances because second chances allow you to learned from your mistakes and do better the next time around&lt;br /&gt;Do you find this statement true: At one point in a girl/guy friendship one of them will like each other even if it's only for a lil' while. yes is quite common for that to happen&lt;br /&gt;Do you see the glass as half empty or half full. Why or why not? I see the glass, but there is nothing inside of it in fact, the glass is broken into pieces and can't be fix&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Do you stay in bed thinking or do you fall asleep in like 5 seconds? No usually I thimk about stuff? No I usually think about stuff because and then fall to sleep except if I am really tired&lt;br /&gt;How do you feel about rumors? Where there ever rumors started about you? Rumors are bad, and I don't know if I someone started a rumors about me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;How do you react to change?Well usually when there is change you can do much about it, so I just adjust the best I can&lt;br /&gt;How is your happiness level right now?from 1-10 about a 7&lt;br /&gt;If world war III broke out, what would you say? Humans are stupid for starting yet another war!&lt;br /&gt;If you could die your hair any color what color would you choose? Blue because that my favorive color&lt;br /&gt;if you had the chance to slow down your growth now and live to 500 years but it's Like a 50 year old body by then, would you go for it?sure I would there is plenty you can do at 50&lt;br /&gt;If you could live any where in the world where would you live and why? I would live in a beach somewhere&lt;br /&gt;If you were trapped on a dessert island what one thing would you hope to have with you? A good friend, of course they would probably wouldn't want to be there with me no matter so good of a friend he or she was!&lt;br /&gt;if you woke up one morning and found out you were going to stay in the body you have now for the rest of your life, what would you think? I would be alright I am skinny I can fit into small spaces hehe&lt;br /&gt;Is cursing a necessity in life? No, but we all do it! (came on people don't lie you mean to tell me that throughout your whole life you haven't curse)? Lies!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Is it right to flirt if you are in a relationship? Well no, but if you do there might be problems in your relationship.&lt;br /&gt;What 5 people do you trust and are open with you the most? Well I don't have five people I trust, I probably trust about two or three, but i don't think they are open like tell me everything, but they tell me some things.&lt;br /&gt;What annoys you? This question. There are a lot of things that annoy me, too many to list, but what annoys me the most is people wanting to crush other people and selfishness. Yes we are all selfish in some way or another, but some of us are way too selfish!&lt;br /&gt;What coat do you wear in the winter?Dah I wear a coat for winter why would I need z coat if it wasn't cold? I mean I am crazy, but in Texas is way to hot to wear a coat in the summer!&lt;br /&gt;What do you care about the most?Friendship and trust!&lt;br /&gt;What do you do to relief stress? Express myself blogging or doing something that take my mind of my worries!&lt;br /&gt;What do you think of guys who wear nail polishes?Hey is freedom of expression what they do is there choice&lt;br /&gt;What do you think of lies? What is the biggest lie you ever told?Some lies are necessary,but not all and the biggest lie I have told was that the truth is evil!&lt;br /&gt;What do you think of soul mates? Well I don't know because if there are soul mates I haven't found mine. So right now I don't much of them!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;What do you think of the quote "The eyes are the passageways into the soul"?Well I guess so, but what matter are not what allows you to see someone soul, but what is behind does doors!&lt;br /&gt;What food brings back good memories? Why? Atole de arroz because it reminds me when I was little and didn't have much to worry about&lt;br /&gt;What happens when you hear the word Christmas? I think another boring family reunion, but with presents, but year after I am happy that we are all still alive.&lt;br /&gt;What is a song lyric that means something to you? Is hard to walk a path alone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;What is going on in the world that affects you the most? Why? Bush being president affects me the most! His answer for everything is war and I despise war!&lt;br /&gt;What size is your bed? Queen is the one and only girl that is fateful to me hahaha&lt;br /&gt;What time did you go to sleep last night? What time do you go to sleep most? Last night I went to sleep about 2 am I usually go to sleep about 4 am, but that is because we are on vacation, I am going to start to go to sleep earlier so I can get used to school time.&lt;br /&gt;What's an object that you can't live without? I don't really have an object, but I appreciat my computer very much. It keeps me in touch with my friends and entertained.&lt;br /&gt;What's something a girl can wear that'll turn you off?I don't really care what they wear if they respect themselves and feel ok with what they wear that is fine with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;what was the last thing you cried over or got teary about? Lets see well it was when someone said that I was worthless, but that is because of madness mostly not of sadness!&lt;br /&gt;What's something some one has done to make you hold a grudge against them? Well they say they were going to change and they never did!&lt;br /&gt;What something you always have with you?What's the funniest word you ever heard? parangaricutirimicuaro.&lt;br /&gt;What's the nicest thing any one has ever told you?They have been a good friend and help me with my problems.&lt;br /&gt;What's your opinion on love? Love is like a plant you need to care for it and water it everyday of else it will die!&lt;br /&gt;what's one facial feature you'd like to change about yourself?let see I am ok with my face I guess.&lt;br /&gt;Who do you wish you could kiss?I haven't really thought about that, what is the use is only a wish!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Who was the last person who complimented you?Is been so long that I can't remember!&lt;br /&gt;Would you rather be married in Venice Italy or Honolulu Hawaii? Hawaii I like the beach!&lt;br /&gt;Would you rather be rich with 15 kids or barely making it with only a dog?A dog and be happy that is all I want and have enough to meet my necessities.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;What's your favorite?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Animal- Myself haha, I am my only choice I don't have a pet, but It would probably have to be a dog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Food~ enchiladas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Movie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;~ anything funny or anything that makes me think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;number&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;~ 17 because that is the number that my brother, my mom, and I were born in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Quote/Motto~ I have a lot I don't have a favorite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Season~ Spring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Song~ vendicated &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Color~ blue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Hobby/Past time~ hanging out with friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Which one:hat or visor? neither&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;pizza or burgers? burger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;letter or e-mail? letter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Florida or cali?Cancun &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;waffles or pancakes? pancakes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;football or baseball? football, but I enjoy both&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;what time did you finish?9:10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6535579-109175443900981659?l=longhornapocalypse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://longhornapocalypse.blogspot.com/feeds/109175443900981659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6535579&amp;postID=109175443900981659' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535579/posts/default/109175443900981659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535579/posts/default/109175443900981659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longhornapocalypse.blogspot.com/2004/08/i-did-your-survey-noemi-all-late-lol' title='I did your survey Noemi all late, LOL!'/><author><name>aguila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06807286759110023116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6535579.post-109152668243033804</id><published>2004-08-03T03:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-03T05:18:27.783-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Heroes!</title><content type='html'>Yesterday in my speech class (at Mountain View College) we had to give an informative speech. So I decided to give my acadec speech from last year, it talks about heroes and how we take what we have for granted most of the time! This speech took hours of practice for me to memorize it and be able to perform it! Mr. Locke made me say the speech a million times, and yet I never got tired of it because it had a very important message behind its words! The message was basically this: a hero is someone that allows you to view things in a different  perspective ! A hero is not someone famous like an athlete or a famous music or movie star. No a hero is just ordinary people doing extraordinary things! Last year I had to practice this speech in front of a variety of audiences freshman, sophomores, junior, seniors, and even some teachers! Everytime I went into a room to perform my speech everyone would just sit there and stare at me, some would even cry, some would just wonder, and others would just go right back to whatever they were doing as if they didn't really care about what I had to say! I expected for some people not to really care about what I had to say I mean it was early in the morning they were probably tired and hungry. For the most part everyone focus their attension on me! I had a whole classroom just focus on what I had to say! So this cycle continued for about two weeks, and in those to weeks I had learned a lot about giving a speech! Then the moment of truth was near and it finally came on January 31st of 2004. Mr. Locke took me to the room where my speech was to be perform I still remember asking him  "hey Mr. Locke are you going to stay and listen to me give my speech" and he look at me as if he was the one about to give a speech for the first time in an Academic Decathlon competition and he said "you bet" I could tell he was kind of nervous, but at the same time he knew I was ready and so I went in and the door was shut tight, now it was only me, three judges, and a lady that kept the time! Mr. Locke was outside anxiously waiting for me to put to the test all the things he thought me, about giving a speech, and so they explained the rules to me and I started with this famous line "there are so many things all of us take for granted!" I went on trying to remember all the things I learned from all the times I practice the speech at Sunset, then I remember one particular thing that Mr. Locke said to me before I went in he said "I know you can do this" and from then on I never looked back. So I continued on until I got to the last line which goes a little something like this: "Maybe...Just maybe someday...I might become a hero too!" Then after that I did my Impromptu on a quote that I remember, but I will posted as another challenge in another post, then it was over! I had given my speech so I shook the judges hands once again, and walked out of the room! The first person I saw was Mr. Locke he look proudly at me and so I asked "how did I do" and he said "you did really good you sounded enthusiastic and energetic! So I figured I might have a chance to medal! Unfortunately it didn't turn out that way! Beyond the medal I learned a lot of things, that have now been very useful to me! Which brings me to what I mentioned at the top of this post which was that yesterday in my speech class at Mountain View I gave the speech once again, and it brought back a lot  of memories that I will never be forgotten and after all was over and done with, I got an "A" and made many people cry and many others reflect about their own lives and their own heroes, but a hero to me is someone that helps you became a better person or changes your life for the better, and not someone famous on TV ! So to all of you that help me become a better person and/or change my life for the better thanks for being my hero!&lt;br /&gt;Maybe... just maybe... someday I might become a hero too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6535579-109152668243033804?l=longhornapocalypse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://longhornapocalypse.blogspot.com/feeds/109152668243033804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6535579&amp;postID=109152668243033804' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535579/posts/default/109152668243033804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535579/posts/default/109152668243033804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longhornapocalypse.blogspot.com/2004/08/heroes' title='Heroes!'/><author><name>aguila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06807286759110023116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6535579.post-109117030477009789</id><published>2004-07-30T00:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-30T03:08:33.390-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Que paso chamacos y chamacas (if you don't understand this don't worry is not important)</title><content type='html'>Well let see blogging, yes the purpose of blogging is to express yourself and let the world know that you exist (ok maybe not the world just the people who know the address to Mr. Locke website) because besides those people nobody else reads this. In fact, I don't think people from the blogging world call Mr. Locke.net/blog read this anymore and the ones that do are very few, but I guess that was to be expected. I could blog like everyday, but what is the point? That is a very good question and I am glad I asked that ( at least I think is a good question) if you don't share my opinion that is not my fault that is your fault so blah! Anyway the purpose of blogging is to express yourself and help you deal with the little or big problems of life, whatever the case may be. I know I have not been blogging for ages actually it has been for 16 days! You may be asking yourselves now Victor why did you do such a horrible thing like that I mean not blogging for 16 days? Well the answer is simple, because I think whatever I blog about should be interesting, but I am having a problem coming up with interesting stuff to blog about so that is why I have not blog for 16 days. Now Mrs. Grimes I know you love new post to read, so I am going to try to blog every other day, but I am warning you my post my be boring, but you people don't care right, well if you do too bad that is not my fault you will never take my right of freedom of speech away! Except for Doc he is scary and he controls my grade. Now moving on I have been taking college classes at Mountain View for dual credit ( for those of you who do not know what dual credit is, it means that after you complete the course and if you pass the class you get credit for college and high school). Ok my speech class I am doing good because I have had some very good English teachers: Mrs. Grimes, Doc, and Mr. Locke I thank all of you I have leaned a lot from you three kiddos through out my high school years, and I am hoping to learn even more this year with Mrs. Grimes once again! Goodluck this year Doc (even though I know he is never going to read this), Mrs. Grimes, and especially Mr. Locke you are getting all the punks, hey look at the bright side it will prepare you for your child's teenage years and the road of fatherhood.&amp;nbsp;Ok, but I have bad news I had to drop economics, I know Mr.&amp;nbsp;Locke is going to be disappointed in me, but two college&amp;nbsp;classes in a month is kind of difficult,&amp;nbsp;plus acadec, but&amp;nbsp;now&amp;nbsp;I can concentrate on getting an A in speech class! So sorry&amp;nbsp;Mr.&amp;nbsp;Locke I know&amp;nbsp;I let you down, but&amp;nbsp;that is part of life you live and learned!&amp;nbsp;So far in acadec I have learned a lot being a team captain, I have learned the value of team work and being there&amp;nbsp;for my team.&amp;nbsp;It hard to walk a path alone, but with a little of support one can achieve great things! As of right now we are currently in first place,&amp;nbsp;but what matters to me the most is that they actually take something out of acadec and not just do it because they have to do it! I mean you are already in this thing have some fun,&amp;nbsp;and yes is a lot of work, but it feels good to know that&amp;nbsp;you actually know something! The standings are very important in acadec, but what is much more important is the things&amp;nbsp;you take out of acadec and how you&amp;nbsp;put them to the test in&amp;nbsp;real life situations! It wasn't until this year that I learned how great acadec is, I mean right now I am taking college classes, and all the things I have learned in acadec have been the key to me doing well in my speech class. I know it sounds crazy, but&amp;nbsp;who knows maybe the things you learned today may&amp;nbsp;save your life tomorrow! Ok Locke here is an impromptu questions (remember the little bear) Why did the chicken cross the road? Everybody else is also welcome to answer this question I want to see what answers all of you come up with! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I know the comment system I have now is a little annoying so just post anonymous and put&amp;nbsp;your name before you put your comment (if you don't want to go through the process of signing in)!&amp;nbsp;The rules are you have a minute to prepare and you have to speak or in this case type for 1:30 to 2:00 minutes. You don't exactly have to follow the rules especially if you are a first timer, but is good practice (Mr. Locke I strongly expect &lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt; to follow the rules, you should be ashamed&amp;nbsp;of yourself if you don't)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6535579-109117030477009789?l=longhornapocalypse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://longhornapocalypse.blogspot.com/feeds/109117030477009789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6535579&amp;postID=109117030477009789' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535579/posts/default/109117030477009789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535579/posts/default/109117030477009789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longhornapocalypse.blogspot.com/2004/07/que-paso-chamacos-y-chamacas-if-you' title='Que paso chamacos y chamacas (if you don&apos;t understand this don&apos;t worry is not important)'/><author><name>aguila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06807286759110023116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6535579.post-108979506116594062</id><published>2004-07-14T03:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-14T04:16:21.073-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A walk Through Memory Lane</title><content type='html'>I was just  looking at my poetry project that I did in Mrs. Grimes class my sophomore year in high school. We had to pick out our favorite song and do different things like make a business card related to the song, put pictures, and include a translation of the song. Looking back on the whole experience it was kind of fun. Then I ran across the Bio Poems that we did, Mrs. Grimes gave us a copy of all the poems written by all the class members corresponding to whatever period you were in. I was in 7th period it was a fun class, it was nice to read all the things others desire to have in the near future, all their hopes and dreams and remember what they were like and you can see right away how one year makes a lot of difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I miss the old days where my GPA was much higher and I knew most of the stuff teachers taught me, now I am confused in math and my chemistry teacher was not so good to say the least. On the other hand, the biology teacher I had my sophomore year was a great teacher, I learned a lot in her class and it was also fun, she was very nice and her teaching methods were appealing to my style of learning. Unfortunately, those days are gone now and I have to concentrate on what lies ahead, which is my senior year and the security blanket I know as Sunset high school will be replace by a big and scary monster called "college" I am beginning to realize that leaving behind all that you came to know and appreciate is very difficult, but at the same time one needs to go out and try new things to test the waters and be more prepared for the world we live in today. A world where you must be prepared or you might not accomplish what one day you promise yourself you would and then you are going to looked back and regret not being as determine and hardworking as you needed to be to reach your goals, but by then it might be too late! Wow you see what a night without any sleep does to me! I knew I shouldn't have had that snicker at one in the morning! Oh well too late, well think of what I said, you know once in awhile seating back and reflecting on your life can help you become a better person all around, but you must do something about what you think you should improve on and not just say you are going to do it and not do it at all. Unfortunately the problem with the majority of people is that is very easy for them to say they are going change for the better, but is very hard for them to actually take the actions necessary to do so. I myself am one of those people I want to change for the better, but is very hard for me to take the actions necessary to do so! As the saying goes "we don't know what we have or in this case what we could have had until it is gone" We need make our best effort to improve today in order to have a better tomorrow or else what would we have to look forward to!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;No matter what always remember you can spit in one hand and hope in the other and see which one fills up first!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6535579-108979506116594062?l=longhornapocalypse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://longhornapocalypse.blogspot.com/feeds/108979506116594062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6535579&amp;postID=108979506116594062' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535579/posts/default/108979506116594062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535579/posts/default/108979506116594062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longhornapocalypse.blogspot.com/2004/07/walk-through-memory-lane' title='A walk Through Memory Lane'/><author><name>aguila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06807286759110023116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6535579.post-108931526993186250</id><published>2004-07-08T14:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-08T14:44:27.726-05:00</updated><title type='text'>We Did It At Least For Now Anyway!</title><content type='html'>All our hard work finally paid off the white team and I met at eleven ‘o’ clock in the morning instead of the traditional 12 in the afternoon, to review the math and it showed in the scores yesterday as the first three people in the rankings are member of the white team. As I saw the results yesterday Mr. Locke’s words echo in my head from last year when the white team was in last place and I said “oh well is not my fault” and he said “ maybe not completely, but you are the team captain and is up to you to encourage your team to study and improve their scores!”  I started thinking and I realize he was right so I change my way of viewing things and did my best to build on from the few building blocks that were already in place and go on from there. Now the team is slowly coming together and we had come a long way from where we were at the end of the last school year. NEVERTHELESS I know is still pretty early in the year, but we are going in the right direction and I also know things can change in a blink of an eye, but so far I am satisfy with what we had done so far. Thanks to the team members who showed up keep up the good work especial thanks to Jonathan Vines who showed up at eleven yesterday to teach us math he is now number one which means I am number two, but is ok he is on my team and I proud of him keep up the good work JV kid. Briseida she has been doing an excellent job as well she is number three in the rankings and she has all the qualities any one would want in a teammate she encourages others and she is a very hard worker. Good work team thanks for working hard I couldn’t had done it with out all of you helping out I am proud of all of you keep up the good work.&lt;br /&gt;Even though we are in first place for now remember that all the teams are not complete and some of them are missing key pieces like Melissa, Rocio, and Nazir to name a few. So this is not over in fact, it has not even started, so white team get ready because the competition is going to get tougher. Just keep that in mind and Jonathan lets see how long you can hold first place. Seriously thank you very much for taking the time to teach us math I appreciate it good job we did it Jonathan, but can we follow through with this until regional competition comes around we shall see!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6535579-108931526993186250?l=longhornapocalypse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://longhornapocalypse.blogspot.com/feeds/108931526993186250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6535579&amp;postID=108931526993186250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535579/posts/default/108931526993186250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535579/posts/default/108931526993186250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longhornapocalypse.blogspot.com/2004/07/we-did-it-at-least-for-now-anyway' title='We Did It At Least For Now Anyway!'/><author><name>aguila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06807286759110023116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6535579.post-108823911337163469</id><published>2004-06-26T02:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-26T03:46:55.316-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Second Place Sucks!</title><content type='html'>Well yesterday, Mr. Locke posted the individual score for acadec and it turns out there was a three way tie for second place Noemi, Jonathan and I. Although Noemi was rank number two because of her last name, I was ranked number three and Jonathan four. Melissa beat all of us with the score of 923 oh well it happens! At least my team is in second place instead of last and plus one of my five talented rookies was not there, but she will be back and I hope that helps out a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Anyway Mrs. Grimes and I played chess on yahoo and she has beaten me twice. I need to start paying more attension to stuff. Mr. Locke left to Washington D.C. and Nazir to one of the most famous and respected Ivy League Universities, yea Harvard how did you all know (well it has only been announced like a thousand times in the announcements at school and in Mr. Locke's blog). I wish them both the best and Mr. Locke take lots of pictures I want to see what Washington D.C. looks like! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something weird a few days ago I had I dream and it was not one of those Martin Luther King Jr. dreams either I dream that I got shot and that I died and after that I woke up and I started thinking that life sucks. Then I came to the conclusion that maybe I started thinking that life sucks because I am afraid of dying. Oh well the important think is that I am not dead and that I am ok. Well I call my dad in Mexico a few days ago and it turns out he almost die for real three men with guns came and told him that if he did not get out of his car (which he had just bought like five months ago) they were going to shoot him. So they took his car and thankfully it was nothing more than a scare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess what they say is true we don't know what we have until is gone and when is gone we lose it forever! My mom left to Mexico last Saturday and supposely she was suppose to come back today, but she always says she is going to come back a certain day, but she never does now she said she is going to come back on Monday. So it has just been my brother and I and I don't like that much because he bosses me around a lot do this, do that, and the worst thing is he does not even ask nicely he just orders me to do it like if he was paying me or something! Don't we all love big brothers! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately I been sleeping real late because I stayed up a couple of times late at night and my sleeping time got all out of whack. Like a few days ago I was awake for like 20 hours. Someone told me that I was crazy (you know who you are lol) so then I told that person hey crazy people change the world just ask Albert Einstein and Christopher Columbus. Isaac wakes up pretty early usually I go to sleep like at 3 or 4 a.m and wake up at 7 am and Isaac is already online. That is all I do most of the day be online and stuff, sometimes I read, or just think about stuff, but then I realize that my ideas are crazy and I just laugh about them! Well I am going to sleep is 3:35 a.m. everyone take care and I will see you when I see you, alright peace! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6535579-108823911337163469?l=longhornapocalypse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://longhornapocalypse.blogspot.com/feeds/108823911337163469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6535579&amp;postID=108823911337163469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535579/posts/default/108823911337163469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535579/posts/default/108823911337163469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longhornapocalypse.blogspot.com/2004/06/second-place-sucks' title='Second Place Sucks!'/><author><name>aguila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06807286759110023116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6535579.post-108780536088182966</id><published>2004-06-21T03:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-21T03:09:20.883-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Get To Know Me and Other People From Aquarius (Is not like there is nothing better to do)!</title><content type='html'>Traditional&lt;br /&gt;Aquarian Traits&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friendly and humanitarian&lt;br /&gt;Honest and loyal&lt;br /&gt;Original and inventive&lt;br /&gt;Independent and intellectual&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the dark side....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intractable and contrary&lt;br /&gt;Perverse and unpredictable&lt;br /&gt;Unemotional and detached&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aquarius About My Sign...&lt;br /&gt;Aquarians basically possess strong and attractive personalities. They fall into two principle types: one shy, sensitive, gentle and patient; the other exuberant, lively and exhibitionist, sometimes hiding the considerable depths of their character under a cloak of frivolity. Both types are strong willed and forceful in their different ways and have strong convictions, though as they seek truth above all things, they are usually honest enough to change their opinions, however firmly held, if evidence comes to light which persuades them that they have been mistaken. They have a breadth of vision that brings diverse factors into a whole, and can see both sides of an argument without shilly-shallying as to which side to take. Consequently they are unprejudiced and tolerant of other points of view. This is because they can see the validity of the argument, even if they do not accept it themselves. They obey the Quaker exhortation to "Be open to truth, from whatever source it comes," and are prepared to learn from everyone.&lt;br /&gt;Both types are humane, frank, serious minded, genial, refined, sometimes ethereal, and idealistic, though this last quality is tempered with a sensible practicality. They are quick, active and persevering without being self-assertive, and express themselves with reason, moderation and sometimes, a dry humor.&lt;br /&gt;They are nearly always intelligent, concise, clear and logical. Many are strongly imaginative and psychically intuitive, so that the Age of Aquarius, which is about to begin, is much anticipated by psychic circles as an age in which mankind will experience a great spiritual awakening. The Aquarian philosophical and spiritual bent may be dangerous in that it can drive the subjects into an ivory-tower existence where they meditate on abstractions that bear little relevance to life. On the other hand it can help the many who have scientific leanings to combine these with the Aquarian yearning for the universal recognition of the brotherhood of man, and to embark on scientific research to fulfill their philanthropic ideals of benefiting mankind. When some cause or work of this nature inspires them, they are capable of such devotion to it that they may drive themselves to the point of exhaustion and even risk injuring their health.&lt;br /&gt;Both types need to retire from the world at times and to become temporary loners. They appreciate opportunities for meditation or, if they are religious, of retreats. Even in company they are fiercely independent, refusing to follow the crowd. They dislike interference by others, however helpfully intended, and will accept it only on their own terms. Normally they have good taste in drama, music and art, and are also gifted in the arts, especially drama.&lt;br /&gt;In spite of the often intensely magnetic, forthcoming and open personality of the more extrovert kind of Aquarian, and of their desire to help humanity, neither type makes friends easily. They sometimes appear to condescend to others and take too little trouble to cultivate the acquaintance of people who do not particularly appeal to them. They do not give themselves easily - perhaps their judgment of human nature is too good for that - and are sometimes accounted cold. But once they decide that someone is worthy of their friendship or love, they can exert an almost hypnotic and irresistible mental attraction on them and will themselves become tenacious friends or lovers, ready to sacrifice everything for their partners and be faithful to them for life. However, they are sometimes disappointed emotionally because their own high personal ideals cause them to demand more of others than is reasonable. And if they are deceived their anger is terrible. If disillusioned, they do not forgive.&lt;br /&gt;Aquarians work best in group projects, provided that they are recognized as having a leading part in them. They have a feeling of unity with nature and a desire for knowledge and truth that makes them admirable scientists, especially astronomers and natural historians. They may excel in photography, radiography, electronics - anything connected with the electrical and radio industries - aviation and everything technical. On the arts and humanities side their progressive tendencies can be expressed in writing, especially poetry, and broadcasting, or as welfare workers and teachers. Some have gifts as entertainers and make good character actors (having an ability to mimic) and musicians. The more psychic among them possess healing gifts, especially in curing the mentally sick.&lt;br /&gt;Among the faults to which they are liable are fanatical eccentricity, wayward egotism, excessive detachment and an inclination to retreat from life and society, and a tendency to be extremely dogmatic in their opinions. Aquarians can be a threat to all they survey or a great boon for humanity in general. Circumstances - for example, continuous opposition to a cause they hold dear - may cause the atrophy of the openness of mind that is one of the Aquarian's most attractive traits. They may express a lack of integrity in broken promises, secretiveness or cunning. Simmering anger and resentment, rudeness or, worse, a tense, threatening silence which may suddenly burst out in eruptions of extreme temper, these are all part of the negative side of the Aquarian. This can also reveal itself in a sustained hatred for enemies that is capable of enlarging itself into a misanthropy toward the whole of mankind.&lt;br /&gt;Possible Health Concerns...&lt;br /&gt;As Aquarius is said to govern the legs from knees to ankles and the circulation of blood, its natives are susceptible to ailments particularly in the legs and ankles, such as cramps, and are also liable to spasmodic and nervous complaints, as well as wind, catarrh, diarrhea, dropsy, goiter and delirium tremens - so that the avoidance of alcohol is important for those Aquarians who have a taste for it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIKES &lt;br /&gt; Fighting for Causes &lt;br /&gt; Dreaming and Planning for the Future &lt;br /&gt; Thinking of the Past &lt;br /&gt; Good Companions &lt;br /&gt; Having Fun &lt;br /&gt;DISLIKES &lt;br /&gt; Full of Air Promises &lt;br /&gt; Excessive Loneliness &lt;br /&gt; The Ordinary &lt;br /&gt; Imitations &lt;br /&gt; Idealistic &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PROBLEMS THAT MAY ARISE FOR YOU, AND THEIR SOLUTIONS &lt;br /&gt;As with all sun signs, we all have unique traits to our personalities. When these traits are suppressed, or unrealized, problems will arise. However, with astrology we can examine the problem and assess the proper solution based on the sun sign characteristics. As an Aquarius you may see things below that really strike home. Try the solution, you most likely will be amazed at the results. If you find yourself on the receiving end of the negatives below, it is because you are failing to express the positive.&lt;br /&gt;Problem: Being left all alone while others enjoy the companionship you long for.&lt;br /&gt;Solution: You should practice expressing your humanity by accepting people the way they are and not find too much fault in them. &lt;br /&gt;Problem: You always seem to miss the boat when it comes to love.&lt;br /&gt;Solution: Try letting down the mental guard that you keep on your emotions that stops you from being the self you long to be.&lt;br /&gt;Problem: You always seem to miss out on the better jobs or big promotions at work.&lt;br /&gt;Solution: Learn to use your positive side in teamwork and group effort, the lone wolf approach will get you nowhere.&lt;br /&gt;Problem: You seem to become physically ill more than you should.&lt;br /&gt;Solution: By repressing your emotions you drive the unrest deep inside where it can cost you in terms of health. Express your feelings but do it with tact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Source:http://www.astrology-online.com/aquarius.htm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6535579-108780536088182966?l=longhornapocalypse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://longhornapocalypse.blogspot.com/feeds/108780536088182966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6535579&amp;postID=108780536088182966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535579/posts/default/108780536088182966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535579/posts/default/108780536088182966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longhornapocalypse.blogspot.com/2004/06/get-to-know-me-and-other-people-from' title='Get To Know Me and Other People From Aquarius (Is not like there is nothing better to do)!'/><author><name>aguila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06807286759110023116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6535579.post-108760657634624078</id><published>2004-06-18T19:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-18T19:56:16.346-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Something To Think About or Just Get a Headache....</title><content type='html'>The Ten Most Dangerous &lt;br /&gt;Mistakes YOU Probably &lt;br /&gt;Make With Women?&lt;br /&gt;And What To Do About It...”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here Are The Top Ten Reasons Why Men Fail With Women?And How To Make Sure YOU Avoid Every One Of These Deadly Common Mistakes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MISTAKE #1: Being&lt;br /&gt;Too Much Of A “Nice Guy”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Have you ever noticed that the really attractive women never seem to be attracted "nice" guys?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Of course you have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Just like me, I'm sure you've had attractive female friends that always seemed to date "jerks"... but for some reason they were never romantically interested in YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     What's going on here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      It's actually very simple...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Women don't base their choices of men on how "nice" a guy is. They choose the men they do because they feel a powerful GUT LEVEL ATTRACTION for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      And guess what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Being nice doesn't make a woman FEEL that powerful ATTRACTION.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     And being NICE doesn't make a woman CHOOSE you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      I realize that this doesn't make a lot of logical sense, and it's hard to ACCEPT... but GET OVER IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Until you accept this FACT and begin to act on it, you'll NEVER have the success with women that you want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MISTAKE #2: Trying To&lt;br /&gt;“Convince Her To Like You”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      What do most guys do when they meet a woman that they REALLY like... but she's just notinterested?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Right! They try to "convince" the woman to feel differently. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Well, I have news for you... YOU WILL NEVER CHANGE HOW A WOMAN "FEELS" WHEN IT COMES TO ATTRACTION! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Never, ever, EVER. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      You cannot CONVINCE a woman to feel differently about you with "logic and reasoning". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Think about it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      If a woman doesn't "feel it" for you, how in the world do you expect to change that FEELING by being "reasonable" with her? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      But we all do it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      When a woman just isn't interested, we beg, plead, chase, and do our best to change her mind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Bad idea. One that will never work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MISTAKE #3: Looking To Her&lt;br /&gt;For Approval Or Permission&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      In our desire to please women (which we mistakenly think will make them like us), us guys are always doing things to get a woman's "approval" or "permission".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Another HORRIBLE idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Women are NEVER attracted to the types of men who kiss up to them... EVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Don't get me wrong here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     You don't have to treat women BADLY for them to like you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     But if you think that treating a woman well means "always getting her approval and permission for things", think again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      You will never succeed by looking for approval. Women actually get ANNOYED at men who seek their approval.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Doubt me? Just ask any attractive woman if Wussy guys who chase her around and want her approval annoy her...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MISTAKE #4: Trying To “Buy” Her Affection With Food And Gifts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      How many times have you taken a woman out to a nice dinner, bought her gifts and flowers, and had her REJECT you for someone who didn't treat her even HALF as well as you did?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      If you're like me, then you've had it happen a LOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Well guess what? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      It's only NATURAL when this happens...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      That's right, I said NATURAL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      When you do these things, you send a clear message:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't think you'll like me for who I am, so I'm going to try to buy your attention and affection". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Your good intentions usually come across to women as over-compensation for insecurity, and weak attempts at manipulation. That's right, I said that women see this as MANIPULATION. &lt;br /&gt;MISTAKE #5: Sharing&lt;br /&gt;“How You Feel” Too Early In&lt;br /&gt;The Relationship With Her &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Another huge and unfortunate mistake that most men make with women is sharing how they "feel" too early on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Attractive women are rare. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      And they get a LOT of attention from men. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Most men don't realize this, but attractive women are being approached in one way or another ALL THE TIME. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      An attractive woman is often approached several times a DAY by men who are interested. This translate into dozens of times per week, and often HUNDREDS of times per month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      And guess what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Attractive women have usually dated a LOT of men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      That's right. They have EXPERIENCE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      They know what to expect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      And one thing that turns an attractive women off and sends her running away faster than just about anything is a guy who starts saying "You know, I really, REALLY like you" after one or two dates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      This signals to the woman that you're just like all the other guys who fall for her too fast... and can't control themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Don't do it. Lean back. Relax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      There's a much better way...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MISTAKE #6: Not “Getting” How Attraction Works For Women&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Women are VERY different from men when it comes to ATTRACTION.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      You need to accept this fact, and deal with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      When a man sees a beautiful, young, sexy woman, he INSTANTLY feels a sexual attraction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      But does the same apply for women?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Do women feel sexual attraction to men based mostly on looks? Or is something else going on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Well, after studying this topic for over five full years now, I can tell you that women usually have their "attraction mechanisms" triggered by things OTHER than looks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Have you ever noticed that you see a lot more average and unattractive men with beautiful women than the other way around?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Women are more attracted to certain qualities in men... and they're attracted to the way a man makes them FEEL than they are to looks alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      If you know how to use your body language and communication correctly, you can make women feel the same kind of powerful sexual attraction to you that YOU feel when you see a hot, sexy young woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      But it's not an accident. You have to LEARN how to do this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      And ANY guy can learn how...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MISTAKE #7: Thinking That It&lt;br /&gt;Takes Money And Looks &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      One of the most common mistakes that guys make is giving up before they've even gotten started... because they think that attractive women are only interested in men who have looks and money... or guys who are a certain height... or guys who are a certain age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      And sure, there are some women who are only interested in these things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      But MOST women are far more interested in a man's personality than his wallet or his looks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     There are personality traits that attract women like a magnet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      And if you learn what they are and how to use them, YOU can be one of these guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     YOU DO NOT have to "settle" for a woman just because you aren't rich, tall, or handsome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Let me say this again: If you know how to use your body language and communication correctly, you can make women feel the same kind of powerful sexual attraction to you that YOU feel when you see a hot, sexy young woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MISTAKE #8: Giving Away&lt;br /&gt;All Of Your Power To Women&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Earlier I mentioned that it's a mistake to look to a woman for approval or permission.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Well, another similar tactic that a lot of guys use is GIVING AWAY THEIR POWER to women.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Said differently, guys try to get women to like them by doing whatever the woman wants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Another bad idea...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Women are NEVER attracted to men that they can walk all over... Women aren't attracted to Wussies! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MISTAKE #9: Not Knowing&lt;br /&gt;EXACTLY What To Do In Each&lt;br /&gt;Type Of Situation With Women&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Now I'm going to blow your mind...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      A woman ALWAYS knows what you're thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Women are approximately TEN TIMES better than men at reading body language. That's ten TIMES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      I know, it might be hard to believe. But for example, if you're out on a date with a woman, and you want to kiss her, she knows it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      And if you don't know exactly what to do and exactly HOW to kiss her, and you just sit there looking at her and getting nervous, she won't help!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      And this goes for ALL aspects of women and dating...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Approaching a woman, getting her number, asking her out, kissing her, getting physical... everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      If you don't know what to do in each situation, you will probably screw it up... and LOSE EVERYTHING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     And you KNOW it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      It is VITALLY important that you know EXACTLY how to go from one step to the next with a woman... from the first meeting, all the way to the bedroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MISTAKE #10: Not Getting HELP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      This is the biggest mistake of all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      This is the mistake that keeps most men from EVER having the kind of success with women that they truly want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      I know, guys don't like to make themselves look weak or helpless. We don't like to ask for help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6535579-108760657634624078?l=longhornapocalypse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://longhornapocalypse.blogspot.com/feeds/108760657634624078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6535579&amp;postID=108760657634624078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535579/posts/default/108760657634624078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535579/posts/default/108760657634624078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longhornapocalypse.blogspot.com/2004/06/something-to-think-about-or-just-get' title='Something To Think About or Just Get a Headache....'/><author><name>aguila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06807286759110023116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6535579.post-108737701171040936</id><published>2004-06-16T02:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-16T04:34:54.363-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Lakers Became the Fakers!!!</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, I was glad to see the Lakers fall to the great Detroit Pistons’ defense. It was the best NBA finals series that I have seen in awhile since Michael Jordan hit the game winning shot against Utah, as his defender fell down to give the Bulls yet another title. This game had it all it had drama, offense, great plays, great defense (especially by the Pistons), but most importantly of all was the teamwork the Pistons displayed from the first game to the last game of the series. I mean they had a killer defense they all scramble around to get a hand in the face of who ever had the ball. If  by any chance the ball handler managed to get away from his defender another one would immediately step up to take his place. The Pistons were the so-called "under-dogs." Everybody wrote them off including myself, but they did not care they just played with their heart and soul as a team and they knew that if they kept fighting together and didn't get intimidated by the Lakers anything was possible. It all started in game one when the Pistons surprisingly went into  Staple Center a.k.a. LALA Land and stole game one from the Lakers. Then in game two, the Pistons were all set up to take game two from the Lakers, and go back to Detroit with a 2-0 series lead, but Kobe hit a miraculous three pointer with 26 seconds left on the clock in the 4th quarter to send the game to over time and the Lakers never looked back. So the Lakers went back to the Palace with the series tied 1-1. Everybody thought the Pistons were on the ropes because of the dramatic fashion and disheartening way the Lakers had taken game two from the Pistons, but to everyone's surprise they came out with tremendous resiliency and came out firing right from the get go. In fact, I think the Lakers never led in game three, nevertheles, the question on everybody's mind was are the Pistons for real our is this just divine luck? Once again the Pistons ignored the opinions of everyone and the only thing they believe in was themselves. Oh boy did they prove everybody wrong as once again they  beat the Lakers in game four to take a commanding 3-1 series lead. By these time most of us were thinking is not over yet, after all this are the Los Angeles Lakers they always find a way to win, but this time they came across with a team with heart, soul, and determination to win and they prove it on the court as Detroit, had already decided not to let the Lakers spoil their quest for their long awaited championship. So yesterday was judgement day for the lakers it was either win or go home! They knew what they had to do since they had been there before, they won three straight  championships one after another and never failed to win it all everytime they got to the end of the road which is the NBA Finals, but that winning streak was put in jeopardy going into game five. They started out ok, but by the end of the second quarter they started feeling the pressure and eventually collapse and by the end of the third quarter the Pistons had a thirteen point lead and from then on they never looked back and went on to become the first Eastern Conference Champions since the 1990 Detroit Pistons team won it all (I think that is right, but I am not sure). It was a very especial moment not only because Larry Brown won his first NBA championship and became the first coach ever in NBA history to win a championship in the NCAA and in the NBA, but because it was against the West who an Eastern Conference team had not beaten since 1990 (I think I am not sure), but most importantly of all because it was against the Los Angeles Lakers the evil and hated empire of the NBA. This series has thought me that it doesn't matter who you are or where you came from is how much you want something and how dedicated you are to accomplish that goal that matters or in simple terms it doesn't matter who you are is how you play the game!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, I cannot stress this enough. The Pistons played with heart and soul and put it all on the line, but most importantly of all they played as a team they helped and depended on each other and prove that the under-dog can rise from the rafters and do whatever it puts its mind to as long as dedication and hard work is present and accounted for!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6535579-108737701171040936?l=longhornapocalypse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://longhornapocalypse.blogspot.com/feeds/108737701171040936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6535579&amp;postID=108737701171040936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535579/posts/default/108737701171040936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535579/posts/default/108737701171040936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longhornapocalypse.blogspot.com/2004/06/lakers-became-fakers' title='The Lakers Became the Fakers!!!'/><author><name>aguila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06807286759110023116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6535579.post-108727652929240077</id><published>2004-06-15T00:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-15T00:15:29.293-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The life of a Team Captain</title><content type='html'>Last Wednesday was my first real experience of being a team captain I was in charge of all the rookies in the white team, it was just me and no other veterans, but I didn't mind after all I am a team captain and my job is to look out for the team. I got to know people in my team that I didn't know like Tonya and Briseida, who I was impressed with because they learn the creed pretty quickly and they seem like they want to work hard for the team. The other two rookies that showed up were Baldemar and Angelica, I was not so impressed by them because I already knew what to expect, well I expect the team as a whole to do good. I hope I can be a good leader because all  of them  are counting on me. Well I must say is feel good to be the team captain of a winning team. I must also say it feels horrible to be the team captain of a losing team, like I mentioned before my team was in last place and I was sure glad when Mr. Locke announced that the white apocalypse had won the banner for the creed challenge. My rookies probably don't know what it means to win in an acadec competition, but I will make sure to make them understand the meaning of winning and the sadness of defeat. By the way my first round pick Jonathan Vines couldn't make it, but he will be back for the next meeting and that will improve our chances greatly, at least I hope it does. I still think is weird when they put my name as a team captain, but it is also a great experience and so far I like my team now is up to me to make sure we work hard, a couple of people had told me that I have a good team, but having a good team is meaningless if my team is not dedicated and do their best to meet their expectations. Well I am looking forward for our next competition specially since is going to be rookies and veterans put together that is going to interesting. Everybody take care and I will see you when I see you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6535579-108727652929240077?l=longhornapocalypse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://longhornapocalypse.blogspot.com/feeds/108727652929240077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6535579&amp;postID=108727652929240077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535579/posts/default/108727652929240077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535579/posts/default/108727652929240077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longhornapocalypse.blogspot.com/2004/06/life-of-team-captain' title='The life of a Team Captain'/><author><name>aguila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06807286759110023116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6535579.post-108648113405388401</id><published>2004-06-05T18:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-05T20:57:31.566-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The beginning of the End</title><content type='html'>It has been more than a week since the beloved it portable 17 shut its doors to never again be used by another teacher or student, instead it is going to demolished into pieces and all that will be left is the memories that we shared while in creative writing, English I Pre-AP, or Acdec. It serve its time well Mr. Locke told me that it was one of the oldest portables in the school. Honestly I feel sad that the place where I spent my time after school studying, sitting around talking to people, or bugging Mr. Locke with question after question is going to be tore down, but I guess all things must come to an end, but I am happy because it has had a good life. I still remember when we played countless games of jeopardy and when I practice my speech for the first time out loud in front of all the Acdec regional team and everybody clap for me even though it was all messed up, but the strangest thing of all is that Mr. Locke closed the door for one last time in his birthday is like the portable was trying to tell him happy birthday, you will never see me again, but the memories will live on. I remember clearly when I  told Mr. Locke as I saw the room completely empty that seeing the portable like that reminded me of the ending of the hit TV show Friends, you know that last scene when all the six friends walked out of the apartment and said goodbye to ten years of laughter and friendship and even though they will still be friend probably for as long as they live is never going to be the same. I remembered clearly when I asked Mr. Locke as we were walking out of the room for the last time if I could wait there until my ride came by to pick me up and he said no and I asked him why and he responded with some sadness and said "because I want to be the last one to walk out and close the door." As I thought about what Mr. Locke just told me it was hard for me to believe that one little portable could be loved by so many people and that it was going to be crushed into pieces never to be seen again.&lt;br /&gt;Then Mr. Locke told all of us inside that it was time to walk outside and say goodbye and so we did and as Mr. Locke pushed the door closed for one last time I remembered seeing the room filled with hollowed emptiness and as I heard the door slamming shut I remembered all the times that I stayed there by myself waiting for my ride to pick me up. When I got home I started thinking of how Mr. Locke's life was similar to the Friends finale, I mean when friends ended Monica and Chandler walk out of their apartment with their two babies they had been long awaiting, and Mr. Locke closed portable 17's door forever with his long awaited son on the way. I bet that he will never forget the birthday when he said goodbye to that old piece of wood that we all came to know and loved. That portable was like my second home, it had everything food that Mr. Locke bought for us, a TV, and a radio I had fun through out all my years that I spent there in portable 17 (which by the way the number 17 is the day of my birthday). When Mr. Locke and I were outside talking I told him so this is the end and he said "no this is only the beginning of the end." Then when my ride came to pick me up I looked out the window and waved goodbye and silently said thanks for all the good times you were more than a piece of wood, you were a place of knowledge where we all change and mature in diffrent ways, but most importantly of all you were a place of laughter and joy where you felt welcome (except for "punks") and where the feeling of friendship and loved filled the air. Because in some way or another all of us who shared portable 17 loved and cared for each other. So as the end is upon us all I have to say is goodbye portable 17 its been a great time thanks for the memories!  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6535579-108648113405388401?l=longhornapocalypse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://longhornapocalypse.blogspot.com/feeds/108648113405388401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6535579&amp;postID=108648113405388401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535579/posts/default/108648113405388401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535579/posts/default/108648113405388401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longhornapocalypse.blogspot.com/2004/06/beginning-of-end' title='The beginning of the End'/><author><name>aguila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06807286759110023116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6535579.post-108604115007468837</id><published>2004-05-31T17:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-31T17:27:01.783-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Summer So Far....</title><content type='html'>Ok since school officially ended on Wednesday May 26, that same day is when I turned in my paper to Dr. Johnson at the last minute of course. That same day I went to my friend Mauricio's house, which by the way my other friend Mario gave us a ride, but I was so worried about turning in my paper that by the time that we went outside Mario's sister had already left, but fortunately she came back around and we all we all felt relief. After I got to Maricio’s house, we were talking about how much we would miss our friends that we came to know more through out the year. So before we left school grounds we promise each other to keep in touched and then we were talking about what would happened to all of us after we graduated? Would we still talk to each other? How would we change? Where would we end up after all we knew suddenly turn into a strange and mysterious world called college. Then we figured that those things are still long ways away and that we first have to concentrate on graduating from high school and then worry about college. To make the long story short we play games, watched movies, and planned ways to keep in touched with each other. On Thursday, I stayed home watching TV and just trying to find ways to kill time before it killed me, but I think time will always win that battle.On Friday, I went to the movies to watch Shrek 2 and I actually thought it was good, I mean if you liked the first one you will probably like this one as well. Then after I got home I was chatting with my friends online, and then about 9 P.M. I called my friend Mauricio and then we made three way with my friend Mario, we literally talk until tomorrow the three of us, Mauricio, Mario, and I. We stayed up talking until like 1:30 A.M. then Mario hung up and Mauricio and I stayed up talking until about 4:30 A.M. Later that day I went to my brother’s house that lives in Arlington and we had a cook out we had fajitas, lemonade, and cake it was good. After dinner, we watched the Matrix Revolutions and I could not help going to sleep. I did not understand that movie at all it was maybe because for most of the movie I was soundly sleep, and I do mean soundly because we had surround sound and the movie was really loud, but by the same token it was so boring to my taste that I felt to sleep. Then on Sunday, my friend Mauricio came to my house this time and we mostly played video games, chatted online, and looked at the 1998 Sunset year book, which belongs to my brother who graduate from Sunset that same year. Then later about 9 P.M. we called our friends Mario (the one who gave us a ride on Wednesday) and Fanny (the only girl who we get along with the most). We just talked about what we had done all this time and we planned a get together which includes Fanny, Mario, and I getting together in Mauricio’s house on Tuesday to relive the old days, but I am not sure if I can go yet, but I hope I can make it. Last, but not least today I am writing this blog to tell you about all the other days in between and if you did not want to know about them to late you already read the whole thing I am so evil. Hey in my defense it took me an hour to write this thing so if you think it was bad reading it try writing it (that is what I thought, no I am just kidding take care everybody and try your best to enjoy your summer vacation/ home school). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6535579-108604115007468837?l=longhornapocalypse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://longhornapocalypse.blogspot.com/feeds/108604115007468837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6535579&amp;postID=108604115007468837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535579/posts/default/108604115007468837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535579/posts/default/108604115007468837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longhornapocalypse.blogspot.com/2004/05/my-summer-so-far' title='My Summer So Far....'/><author><name>aguila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06807286759110023116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6535579.post-108535208260218684</id><published>2004-05-23T17:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-23T19:10:37.010-05:00</updated><title type='text'>As the end approaches....</title><content type='html'>There is only three days of school left and they are testing days so they are not even whole days. This year was harder than I expected, but I think I made it through ok, gratuation for the class of 04 was yesterday, and I heard that there was a couple of tears droped, tears of joy, tears of sadness, tears of pride, tears that symbolize the end of a chapter in a teenager life, and began another to the road of manhood or womenhood which ever applies. I made some great friends in the class of 04 Maria Perez, Antonio Becerra, Samuel Villareal, Stephane Morales, Jessica Bustillos, and Chris Rodriguez,  all of which I met in acadec and had the pleasure of competing with and against them, we had some great times together. Then there were my other senior friends Weston Barnes all I can say about him is he is one crazy white boy, Adam Menghesha, he is one of the nicest and hardest working people I know, Nate Dunlap, he is one of the smartest laziest people I know and Vanessa Cruz, she was nice at times. Anyway all I have to say to the senior class of 04 is thanks for all the great memories we will miss most of you, not all, but most!   &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6535579-108535208260218684?l=longhornapocalypse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://longhornapocalypse.blogspot.com/feeds/108535208260218684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6535579&amp;postID=108535208260218684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535579/posts/default/108535208260218684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535579/posts/default/108535208260218684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longhornapocalypse.blogspot.com/2004/05/as-end-approaches' title='As the end approaches....'/><author><name>aguila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06807286759110023116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6535579.post-10849195058200668</id><published>2004-05-18T17:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-21T17:29:52.116-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Expectations are Greater than Ever!</title><content type='html'>Hey what is up everybody, so I didn't go to school today and my friend Mauricio came over we watch some movies, order pizza and played some video games, it was fun. Well yesterday was a great day for me we had our rookie draft and I got first pick because my team was the last place team all this year so to even things out they give the last place team the most chips, and the number of chips decrease until you get to the first place team which got seven, second place got eight,third place got nine, and my team got ten. Anyway my picks were rookie sensations Jonathan Vines AKA JV and Angelica Ruiz. I was surprise when I got Angelica because she was still available in the second round, but to top it all of I got some other great picks like Baldamore Rios, Briseida Herrera, and Tonya Arias all of which I expect to play key roles for the white apocalypse's come back from the seller to the top! So now that I got all the pieces in place, I hope I can be a good leader to them and even though there is tough competition if we work together we can achieve great things. Besides I am glad our competition is tough it give us a better chance to go to state and it provides more of a challenge, I have a great feeling about this year not just for the white team, but for the Sunset team as a whole to make it to state. I missed this so much, but the day would soon be here to get back out there and give it our best shot to pull through to the other side of the mountain we have climbed it before, but we had never seen what awaits for us on the other side. So to all the teams, good luck and hope to see most of you during summer practice specially the white team members. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6535579-10849195058200668?l=longhornapocalypse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://longhornapocalypse.blogspot.com/feeds/10849195058200668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6535579&amp;postID=10849195058200668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535579/posts/default/10849195058200668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535579/posts/default/10849195058200668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longhornapocalypse.blogspot.com/2004/05/expectations-are-greater-than-ever' title='Expectations are Greater than Ever!'/><author><name>aguila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06807286759110023116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6535579.post-108395265652084775</id><published>2004-05-07T12:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-07T13:04:24.170-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I am back!</title><content type='html'>Hey everybody I know I have not blog in a long time, but I was just taking a break plus I ran out of things to blog about. Did anyone miss my blog? I doubt it, but I am back once again. Yesterday I watch the highly anticipated friends series finale and I started thinking of all the things that happened during the past ten years and how we all change in some way or another, we become older, wiser, rounder, taller, you get the picture. Then I started thinking about how this upcoming year is my last year in high school and in acadec the class I am going to miss the most out of all of them. That is where I evolve from a lost and confuse teenager to a lost and confuse, but wiser person. It is where I discover that friendship and teamwork is worth more the points and medals. It is where everybody has equal opportunity to succeed. That is where someone actually had enough confidence in me to make me a team captain and be a leader of an entire team! Even though we have not made it to state since we started the program I think this year is going to be a very promising year, we will have to work hard and give it our best shot, but if we work hard enough we will make history and become the first acadec team to ever go to state I will continue later so stay tune!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6535579-108395265652084775?l=longhornapocalypse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://longhornapocalypse.blogspot.com/feeds/108395265652084775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6535579&amp;postID=108395265652084775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535579/posts/default/108395265652084775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535579/posts/default/108395265652084775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longhornapocalypse.blogspot.com/2004/05/i-am-back' title='I am back!'/><author><name>aguila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06807286759110023116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6535579.post-108312107988354035</id><published>2004-04-27T21:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-28T23:03:18.060-05:00</updated><title type='text'>TAKS!</title><content type='html'>Well, I got to school today around 8:25 A.M. the first person to  come across my path was Mr. Locke he made me sign a balloon to send to the sky as if to say the sky is the limit, either that or they just wanted us to see the test in a different prospective, which I may add it didn't really work for me, but it was good to see that someone actually cared. I went to get breakfast it was actually good I ate oatmeal with apple pie, then I was ready for the test although I didn't really wake up until after lunch that is when my brain turn on and so I went back to redo the test again and check my previous answers so I got done about 4:45. I didn't really care how much time it took me as long as I passed I am pretty sure I did. Now is time to start thinking science the potential salvation of mankind or destruction which ever comes first. Doesn't everybody love test? It is what determines your place in society and how everyone judges you. There is nothing like waking up with a headache and a test to be taken that same day. Anyway my life is great how about yours?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6535579-108312107988354035?l=longhornapocalypse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://longhornapocalypse.blogspot.com/feeds/108312107988354035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6535579&amp;postID=108312107988354035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535579/posts/default/108312107988354035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535579/posts/default/108312107988354035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longhornapocalypse.blogspot.com/2004/04/taks' title='TAKS!'/><author><name>aguila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06807286759110023116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6535579.post-108260153530675911</id><published>2004-04-21T21:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-21T21:49:44.390-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Is my fault!</title><content type='html'>Today, in acadec we found out where our teams stand in order from first place to last place. The current team captains are Nazir (silver in first place), Melissa (Black in second place), Rocio (purple in third place), and Victor (yep that is me, white last place). It was not anything new to me I was expecting to be in last place because lets just say I have not been doing my best lately on test, I am currently number 12 out of 19 people currently in class and after talking to Mr. Locke I found out that it was my fault my team was in last place. Well after his reasoning unfortunately, it turns out his right. It is true it is my fault I am in 12 place while my two veterans draft picks are number 8 and 9, it gets worst, my section leader is number 14 I think, yea it is not going so well, but I know in order to help my teammates first I have to help myself. There is sunshine after the storm I found out that I got top gun award for the social studies test, I was very proud of myself of course, I was reminded of why I am a team captain and that I have the capability to improve over time and possibly bring my team to a respectable position. I need to be the leader that Mr. Locke and my team expects me to be even though everyone else expects me to fail. I do not blame them I mean this year is my first year as a team captain and there is no reason why people should expect anything else. Well I know what I am capable of, last year was my first year to go to regionals and I was short of 5,000 by like ten point or something now I have to built upon that and do my best to learn that to be a leader you need to make other people around you better and right now I am not doing that so I am not being a very good leader. I must not dwell on the past I need to keep my mind set on the future and keep working in the present so that my future can be the past I want to be remembered by!  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6535579-108260153530675911?l=longhornapocalypse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://longhornapocalypse.blogspot.com/feeds/108260153530675911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6535579&amp;postID=108260153530675911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535579/posts/default/108260153530675911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535579/posts/default/108260153530675911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longhornapocalypse.blogspot.com/2004/04/is-my-fault' title='Is my fault!'/><author><name>aguila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06807286759110023116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6535579.post-108207938870688280</id><published>2004-04-15T19:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-15T20:40:27.013-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Can we control our reactions when our emotion take over!</title><content type='html'>Richard and I have been arguing about this issue for about three days, and we never seem to come up with a resolution that both of us can agree on. Here is what Richard thinks, he thinks that sometime your emotions are so strong that you can control your reactions. I think that you can control your reactions maybe not your emotions because if something sad happens you might still be sad, but you can control your reactions. We have four basic types of emotions sad, glad, mad, and scared. The reactions that we have from those emotions vary you can  laugh, cry, be scared and so on, but you are the one the decides how to handle each situation . Take for example Martin Luther King Jr. and Ghandi they both deal with situations that might want to make you kill someone, but they kept their cool and never use violence. On the other hand, Malcolm X dealed with the same type of problems and he wanted to kill everyone, so help us settle this argument and comment your opinion, it will be greatly appreciated thank you!  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6535579-108207938870688280?l=longhornapocalypse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://longhornapocalypse.blogspot.com/feeds/108207938870688280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6535579&amp;postID=108207938870688280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535579/posts/default/108207938870688280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535579/posts/default/108207938870688280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longhornapocalypse.blogspot.com/2004/04/can-we-control-our-reactions-when-our' title='Can we control our reactions when our emotion take over!'/><author><name>aguila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06807286759110023116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6535579.post-108166989487337876</id><published>2004-04-11T02:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-11T02:55:26.326-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Good Friend</title><content type='html'>Well today I learned the value of a good friend. I was talking to a friend about twenty minutes ago. Anyway we were talking and I found out that a good friend makes it much easier to deal with your problems, well I already knew this, but it is kind of cool that she would take the time to talk to me for awhile it was cool. Well I guess my point is that we all need to find a good friend or someone that we trust to talk to because it can make a big difference. Yea I know this might sound strange, but is true and if not then I guess I am just wrong. That is ok I been wrong before, we all have, but is good to have friends like that because sometimes you just need to talk about stuff, but you can't find the person to talk to that will listen to you and not laugh or make you feel stupid. Ok I bet all of you think I am crazy, but you know what I don't care because even if I am you can't stop me from expressing my opinion as long as I do it cleanly and I am so take that! Ok  I am sorry I am being rude, but is fifteen minutes till three 'o' clock in the morning. I am going to sleep now for obvious reasons, think about what I said and judge for yourselves, thank you for reading my blog I hope you get something good out of it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6535579-108166989487337876?l=longhornapocalypse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://longhornapocalypse.blogspot.com/feeds/108166989487337876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6535579&amp;postID=108166989487337876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535579/posts/default/108166989487337876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535579/posts/default/108166989487337876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longhornapocalypse.blogspot.com/2004/04/good-friend' title='A Good Friend'/><author><name>aguila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06807286759110023116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6535579.post-108156174158211466</id><published>2004-04-09T20:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-09T20:52:51.356-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Jokes</title><content type='html'>Jokes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jokes &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Post Date: Fri Apr 09, 07:46:47 PM &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi it has been awhile, but here are a couple of joke to brighten up your day vote for the best one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question and answer blonde joke &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: If a blonde and a brunette are tossed off a building, who hits the ground first? &lt;br /&gt;A: The brunette. The blonde has to stop to ask for directions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English is really crazy &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no egg in eggplant nor ham in hamburger; neither apple nor pine in pineapple. English muffins were not invented in England or French fries in France. Sweetmeats are candies, while sweetbreads, which aren't sweet, are meat. We take English for granted. But if we explore its paradoxes, we find that quicksand can work slowly, boxing rings are square, and a guinea pig is neither from Guinea nor is it a pig. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And why is it that writers write, but fingers don't fing, grocers don't groce, and hammers don't ham? If the plural of tooth is teeth, why isn't the plural of booth beeth? One goose, 2 geese. So, one moose, 2 meese? One index, two indices? Is cheese the plural of choose? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If teachers taught, why didn't preachers praught? If a vegetarian eats vegetables, what does a humanitarian eat? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In what language do people recite at a play, and play at a recital? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ship by truck, and send cargo by ship? Have noses that run and feet that smell? Park on driveways and drive on parkways? How can a slim chance and a fat chance be the same, while a wise man and a wise guy are opposites? How can the weather be hot as hell one day and cold as hell another? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a house burns up, it burns down. You fill in a form by filling it out, and an alarm clock goes off by going on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the stars are out, they are visible, but when the lights are out, they are invisible. And why, when I wind up my watch, I start it, but when I wind up this essay, I end it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make life simpler tips &lt;br /&gt;Helpful Tips To Make Life Simpler &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Old telephone books make ideal personal address books. Simply cross out the names and addresses of people you don't know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Fool other drivers into thinking you have an expensive car phone by holding an old TV or video remote control up to your ear and occasionally swerving across the road and mounting the curb. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Lose weight quickly by eating raw pork and rancid tuna. I found that the subsequent food poisoning enabled me to lose 12 pounds in only 2 days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Avoid parking tickets by leaving your windshield wipers turned to fast wipe whenever you leave your car parked illegally. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. No time for a bath? Wrap yourself in masking tape and remove the dirt by simply peeling it off. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Apply red nail polish to your nails before clipping them. The red nails will be much easier to spot on your bathroom carpet. (Unless you have a red carpet, in which case a contrasting polish should be selected). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. If a person is choking on an ice cube, don't panic. Simply pour a jug of boiling water down their throat and presto! The blockage is almost instantly removed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Save on booze by drinking cold tea instead of whiskey. The following morning you can create the effects of hangover by drinking a thimble full of dish washing liquid and banging your head repeatedly on the wall. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6535579-108156174158211466?l=longhornapocalypse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://longhornapocalypse.blogspot.com/feeds/108156174158211466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6535579&amp;postID=108156174158211466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535579/posts/default/108156174158211466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535579/posts/default/108156174158211466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longhornapocalypse.blogspot.com/2004/04/jokes' title='Jokes'/><author><name>aguila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06807286759110023116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6535579.post-108111360195695120</id><published>2004-04-04T15:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-04T16:23:45.076-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The end of the six weeks</title><content type='html'>The end of the six weeks is upon us well it seems that every time the end of the end of the six weeks comes around people seem to scramble to get everything done at the last minute or just decide they do not care and end up flucking the six weeks. It happens to all us, but some more than others, I mean right now I have to deal with a cultural literacy test and a spelling test which I am missing like 70 words or so. Well I only have two choices I can either get my act together and start working or just expect the worst, I will try to get to work and I will see what happens after that. Happy hardworking or flucking whatever the case may be for you. I got to go do some homework hopefully I actually will do something this time like Jonathan said there is lets do this and that, but we never get around to do our homework. I know is going to come back and hunt us, but unfortunately we as teenagers don't really care what happens if we don't do our work, most of the time we say oh well I will try harder next six weeks and then next six weeks comes around and the cycle repeats over and over again. So to those who actually do your work keep it up is going to pay off someday and to those who don't including myself we have better start or we might put ourselves in a position where we don't want to be in! Good luck to all of you procrastinators out there now get to work or fluck if you so desire and even if you don't desire you will fluck if you don't start working. Oh no!!!!! Now I sound like a parent or a teacher, but unfortunately they are right I guess that is why they say that with age comes wisdom. Well if that is true right now I wish I was like 80 or something well not really, but I do want to have enough wisdom to pass my classes and if I don't get to work right now I know I deserve what I get because is my fault not anybody else's fault so have fun see ya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6535579-108111360195695120?l=longhornapocalypse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://longhornapocalypse.blogspot.com/feeds/108111360195695120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6535579&amp;postID=108111360195695120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535579/posts/default/108111360195695120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535579/posts/default/108111360195695120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longhornapocalypse.blogspot.com/2004/04/end-of-six-weeks' title='The end of the six weeks'/><author><name>aguila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06807286759110023116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6535579.post-108087221192424982</id><published>2004-04-01T19:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-04-01T20:32:30.700-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Home at last</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I finally got home from deepest, darkest, Wisconsin and I realized how fun it was to get away from all your worries and problems for a few days. Then I actually wished to be back there again with a couple of my friends, great food by the way is all you can eat for one fix price I did not realized how much I could eat until I got to Wisconsin it turns out I can eat quite a bit. Anyway I missed not having to worry about school and just having fun even though it was three Benjamins, but I actually had fun or at least I think I had fun. Then I woke up and realized that this fantasy world I want to live in does not yet exist and that this dream of mine of not having to worry about everything would soon be over because eventually I was going to run out of money. When I got home I realized that I had spend 70 dollars out of about 150 that I took with me and the worst part is that I do not even know when, what, or how I spend so much money in about five days. Oh well it is gone now all that is left are the very expensive memories, but I am glad to be back in the hood Oak Cliff, home sweet home. I missed the action over here over there is all quiet and nice it seems like they live in a perfect world. It is like the people I talk to over there have everything figured out and by the way no offense, but most of them are rich white people who get everything from their parents they are really boring over there their neibhorhood from stories they told me is quiet most of the time and most of them already have their own car and they got their life all figured out, it seems like their biggest problem is to keep an image their parents can be proud of. That is why I am proud of my cultural heritage and social status we might have more problems, but the same problems give us the experience needed to succeed in life! They also keep life interesting at all times and remind us that we should be proud of being considered a whole bunch of poor Mexicans and few black and white people that go to my school because this way we can actually say we earned what we got and that it was not just given to us, we are not born with a silver spoon in our mouths, but what we are born with is a great tradition of hardwork and pride that we must use to our advantage!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be proud of your culture and heritage &lt;strong&gt;do not &lt;/strong&gt; let anyone make you feel inferior because of where you come from, the color of your skin, or your social status because in the end the only person that is getting affected by this is you and if you let this kinds of people get to you in a way you are letting them win and giving them the more reasons to put you down. Instead take pride in your culture and when you do beat the odds is going to make it that much sweeter when you realized where you came from and all the things you had to do to get through the road of success, but it the end it will make it all worthwhile!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6535579-108087221192424982?l=longhornapocalypse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://longhornapocalypse.blogspot.com/feeds/108087221192424982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6535579&amp;postID=108087221192424982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535579/posts/default/108087221192424982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535579/posts/default/108087221192424982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longhornapocalypse.blogspot.com/2004/04/home-at-last' title='Home at last'/><author><name>aguila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06807286759110023116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6535579.post-108032236474892537</id><published>2004-03-26T11:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-26T11:36:14.983-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Gone with the wind!</title><content type='html'>In about an hour I am going to be gone with the wind unless is blowing in the opposite direction then I am going to go against it, but gone nontheless. I will be leaving to deepest, darkess, Wisconsin. We are going to the University of Oshkosh sounds boring right? Well it kind of is, it is super quiet up there I went last year and I started to miss the police sirens I hear every other day in Oak Cliff. I did not get to say bye to my friends so I will say goodbye right about now! See ya Noemi, Richard, Jonathan, Mr. Locke and oh yea Nazir don't be so sad because I am leaving don't worry I am sure that there are plenty other people to annoy you, and if not that is ok I will be back in the mean time try not to cry for me this just gives you the chance to appreciate me even more because I am going to gone for awhile. Anyway goodbye to the rest of my friends even though they probably don't even read this. Since I am going to be gone I will not be able to post for awhile so I came up with an idea give me ideas what to write about when I get back and leave your comment at the bottom and I will fulfilled your resquest accordingly. Until thrusday take  care and don't do anything I wouldn't do without me!   &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6535579-108032236474892537?l=longhornapocalypse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://longhornapocalypse.blogspot.com/feeds/108032236474892537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6535579&amp;postID=108032236474892537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535579/posts/default/108032236474892537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535579/posts/default/108032236474892537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longhornapocalypse.blogspot.com/2004/03/gone-with-wind' title='Gone with the wind!'/><author><name>aguila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06807286759110023116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6535579.post-108010655392692685</id><published>2004-03-23T23:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-23T23:54:58.263-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Bison Is Missing</title><content type='html'>Well for those of you who don't  know the phrase "the bison is missing" is code for we are going to be all over the news once again! See every time something bad is going on in Sunset High the principle or any other admisnistrator comes over the PA system ( I think that is what it is called I am not sure). Anyway they tell us to lock all the doors and not to let anyone in or outside the classroom. Well today, note this is the version that I heard, a man who was running from a police officer came into the building and was trying to escape from the authorities! I was calmly doing by Spanish test well the second one of two I was finished with the first one, by the way I did not get to finished because appearently someone stole our belove it Bow bison and I was unable to go next door and finished the listening and recording section of that stupid test! Dang that bison, he is always getting lost all the time the funny thing is that he has always been in the same place since they put him there. It must be he's mind that gets lost and wonders off! The thing that bothers me the most is that the reporters only report the bad things that happened in Sunset and don't say anything about how we are the only Oak Cliff high school in awhile to ever have a student go into Harvard University, Christina Puga to be exact and our other excellent student Ana Lucero who is currently studying at BYU University to major in medicine. No instead they report the bad things about Sunset they make me mad so I am just going to say this: hey if you are going to judge us focus in the entire picture not just the bad things. You people ( the media) are only about ratings and headlines instead of trying to do something to help us solve the problem like advertise the good things so people that might help us change our reputation don't get scared and run off to Townview or Skyline to name a few. The media today instead of making things better they make them worst because they run off the people who can bring back a good taste into people's mouths when they talk about Oak Cliff. Why do all of you have to be such a yellowish media and if you are going to be yellowish be yellowish about the good things as well, not just the bad ones! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6535579-108010655392692685?l=longhornapocalypse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://longhornapocalypse.blogspot.com/feeds/108010655392692685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6535579&amp;postID=108010655392692685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535579/posts/default/108010655392692685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535579/posts/default/108010655392692685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longhornapocalypse.blogspot.com/2004/03/bison-is-missing' title='The Bison Is Missing'/><author><name>aguila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06807286759110023116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6535579.post-10800143948030314</id><published>2004-03-22T21:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-22T22:03:20.623-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My first day back from spring break</title><content type='html'>I  found everything to be the same except that I found out about the Academic Decathlon curriculum. It sounded pretty interesting in super quiz we are studying astronomy and stuff. Wow so you mean there are other planets beside this one, I must say I am very intrigue. In social science we are studying the ancient civilizations of Rome, Egypt, and Greece. Pretty exciting right? Well at least I think so, but then again I am kind of a nerd (no offense to all fellow and future decatheles). Anyway like Nazir said we actually have a pretty good shot to make it to state and who knows maybe with a little bit of luck and hardwork we might even make it to nationals. Ok lots of hardwork and even more luck, but hey one can dream can't he after all it does not caused a thing exept maybe sanity, but I am willing to take that risk, who knows maybe my dreams are actually accomplished this time around. Thrid time is a charm I hope! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok enough of that I was glad to see all my friends includind Mr. Locke, Doc, (I considered him my grandpa hehehe! Weather he likes it or not he is stock with me for another whole year) and last, but not least Nazir yes Nazir I know you do not and that is a big not considered me your friend, but I considered you my friend in a way at least. Oh and may I remind you that you said we were your family go ahead deny it the whole team heard your heart warming words. Boy I must be on your last nerve now, but that is ok I know you care about all of us in some way or another and I just want you to know that we care about you too, weather you believe it or not! Well I am looking forward to another exciting year in Acadec I am going to be a team captain for one of our Acadec teams, hey don't laugh at me I am being serious oh well I wil just have to show all of you next year! Well take care everyone buenas noches!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6535579-10800143948030314?l=longhornapocalypse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://longhornapocalypse.blogspot.com/feeds/10800143948030314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6535579&amp;postID=10800143948030314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535579/posts/default/10800143948030314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535579/posts/default/10800143948030314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longhornapocalypse.blogspot.com/2004/03/my-first-day-back-from-spring-break' title='My first day back from spring break'/><author><name>aguila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06807286759110023116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6535579.post-107981398790506151</id><published>2004-03-20T14:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-20T14:28:29.873-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The old days!</title><content type='html'>As I was watching the spelling bee contest a little while ago,on channel eight I was reminded of the good old days, when I  was in six grade in elementary school and I participated in the spelling bee contest in my school. Unfortunately it didn't go so well, I lost in the first round shock is it not? Anyway the judge ask me to spell nightmare sure it seems easy enough, but I was in six grade and everybody was staring at me waiting for me to mess up and so I did. In fact, until this day I still don't considered myself a good speller. Anyway instead of spelling nightmare I spelled nightmere. Now that I think about it is kind of sad and funny at the same time that I misspelled the word by just one miserable vowel. Would I like to buy a vowel? Even if I did is too late now! AEIOU oh yea and sometimes Y, see the A and the E are right next to each other stupid vowels!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways the point I am trying to make is that almost doesn't count. See it's not how you fall, but is how you get back on your feet again like Henry Ford once said "Failure is the opportunity to start over more intelligently!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6535579-107981398790506151?l=longhornapocalypse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://longhornapocalypse.blogspot.com/feeds/107981398790506151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6535579&amp;postID=107981398790506151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535579/posts/default/107981398790506151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535579/posts/default/107981398790506151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longhornapocalypse.blogspot.com/2004/03/old-days' title='The old days!'/><author><name>aguila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06807286759110023116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6535579.post-107966890273547598</id><published>2004-03-18T22:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-18T22:05:03.046-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Break!</title><content type='html'>Well so far it sucked for me I have been bored and I miss my friends some more than others. Although I have missed arguing with Nazir that’s fun! So Nazir get ready because on Monday I am going to be back! At least I hope, ok the most interesting thing that has happened to me so far is that I cut myself with a knife while I was washing dishes; it was fun sucking on all the blood. Other than that I been home studying a little don't ask me how much. Anyway people I know you missed me, but wait a couple of days I will be there soon. Remember don't do anything Mr. Locke wouldn't do does that mean is ok for you to have a baby? Honestly I don't know, but I think it would be wise if you didn't, trust me you people are not ready for that responsibility and even if you are you don't want to have that responsibility in your hand, I mean I literately gone insane well more than what I already I am, when my little nephews are here for five minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok I am going to change Mr. Locke's word and say don't do anything so stupid that you may regret later in life. Now notice I said don't do anything so stupid because we all do stupid things sometime or another. Just don't let stupidity ruin your life! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6535579-107966890273547598?l=longhornapocalypse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://longhornapocalypse.blogspot.com/feeds/107966890273547598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6535579&amp;postID=107966890273547598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535579/posts/default/107966890273547598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535579/posts/default/107966890273547598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longhornapocalypse.blogspot.com/2004/03/spring-break' title='Spring Break!'/><author><name>aguila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06807286759110023116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6535579.post-107954649398863339</id><published>2004-03-17T11:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-17T12:04:52.360-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I didn't do it!!!</title><content type='html'>My mom and my brother blamed me for stuff I didn't even do. Every time something messes up or something they blamed me, and what annoys the most is that when a tell them that I didn’t do it they keep on blaming me because they say that I’m the only one here. So what I don't even use does things they say I messed up. Then after they blamed it on me they tell me that even if I didn't do it they say that it is still by fault because I should take better care of things. Give me a break (give all the pieces of that kitkat bar) oh no that song is now stuck in my head; anyway I never in my life touch does things they say I messed up. It almost makes me want to really mess up the things they blamed me for just so they can actually have a reason to blame me for stuff! Then my brother does something, my mom gets mad, and my brother blames it on me. She yells and screams at me and my brother just laughs he is evil. Well I got to go my mom is yelling at me once again what did I do this time or what did I didn't do? That is the question!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noemi you probably know what I am talking about from what I reed it seems to happened to you too! Alright I have to go see what I'm getting blamed for this time I'll probably write some more later peace out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6535579-107954649398863339?l=longhornapocalypse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://longhornapocalypse.blogspot.com/feeds/107954649398863339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6535579&amp;postID=107954649398863339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535579/posts/default/107954649398863339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535579/posts/default/107954649398863339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longhornapocalypse.blogspot.com/2004/03/i-didnt-do-it' title='I didn&apos;t do it!!!'/><author><name>aguila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06807286759110023116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6535579.post-107940899409257421</id><published>2004-03-15T21:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-15T21:53:09.590-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Where is everybody!</title><content type='html'>Today I was desperately looking for a friend from school to chat with I got on the internet over and over again, and still I couldn't find a friend to talk to. Then I started looking at people’s blogs and I saw that nobody had written anything new (not even Mr. Locke who always tries to write everyday.) Anyway then I decided to study a little that only kept me entertained for about 30 minutes then I got tired. Then I called my friend Mauricio who by the way didn't pay any attention to me he just kept saying yes I agree, I got mad and just told him that I would call him later. I was going to call him, but I realized that it was no use. I was watching TV when my mom told me to wash the dishes so I went and wash the dishes it sucks washing dishes by the way, but I had nothing better to do. Then the most interesting part of my day took placed, I cut myself with a knife it was fun sucking on all the blood. It was only a little cut I am ok well as ok as I can be anyway. To summarize today was a really boring day for me let see what tomorrow has in store for me. Well have fun everybody hopefully with any luck tomorrow I’ll find a friend to talk to and stuff. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until tomorrow take care!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6535579-107940899409257421?l=longhornapocalypse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://longhornapocalypse.blogspot.com/feeds/107940899409257421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6535579&amp;postID=107940899409257421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535579/posts/default/107940899409257421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535579/posts/default/107940899409257421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longhornapocalypse.blogspot.com/2004/03/where-is-everybody' title='Where is everybody!'/><author><name>aguila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06807286759110023116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6535579.post-107922957331969835</id><published>2004-03-13T18:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-13T20:02:45.903-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Hurts </title><content type='html'>Well today I was talking to my friend and he told me the story that brought tears to his eyes, see yesterday he went to the movies with his other friends and among them was a girl that he has had a crush on for about two years, some other friends of his, and some other people he didn't know. He was excited because he was going to see the girl that according to him is in his dreams every night, he was going to have the chance to finally try to tell her his feelings because in school it just didn't feel right. So time pass by and he was anxious then they went into the movie and he said that he was not even paying attention to the movie, he was just thinking of how he would tell her the way he felt about her. The moment of truth was near the movie was over and everybody was gone or was outside the theater, finally it was only him and her and he was going to tell her, but she seem distracted looking around when he saw her run into the arms of another guy and he saw them holding hand and kissing, it was apparently her boyfriend that had come to pick her up. Then he said that a tear roll down his cheek and he said he felt like just falling and crying right there and then. It must really suck for that to happen to anyone. Yep life really does sucks at least at times anyway. Well I hope he can get over this heart brake soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well remember that love is a paradox and the same way that it can make you feel like your in heaven it can also feel like  a thousands knife stab into your heart all at once!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6535579-107922957331969835?l=longhornapocalypse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://longhornapocalypse.blogspot.com/feeds/107922957331969835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6535579&amp;postID=107922957331969835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535579/posts/default/107922957331969835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535579/posts/default/107922957331969835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longhornapocalypse.blogspot.com/2004/03/love-hurts' title='Love Hurts '/><author><name>aguila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06807286759110023116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6535579.post-107916677657309619</id><published>2004-03-13T02:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-13T02:36:08.513-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Lonely!</title><content type='html'>As I was growing up I always felt kind of lonely since my parents divorced when I was about five or six I always felt kind of lonely because my dad is living out of town, my mom has to work all the time to put food on the table, and my brothers are off doing their own thing, I am always here by myself with no one to talked to or just hang with. The only time when I don't feel so lonely is when I am in school talking to my friends including Nazir and Mr. Locke maybe that is why I am so friendly because I am trying to fill a void that has grown as the years have gone by. Probably this is why I love Acadec so much because I feel like people actually care for me not that my family doesn't care for me, but in Acadec we can relate to each other and I feel like people actually count on me to succeed and I think is safe to say that Acadec is like a second family to me! &lt;br /&gt;So to all my fellow acadec members I look forward to get back out there again and trying once again to make history! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6535579-107916677657309619?l=longhornapocalypse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://longhornapocalypse.blogspot.com/feeds/107916677657309619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6535579&amp;postID=107916677657309619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535579/posts/default/107916677657309619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535579/posts/default/107916677657309619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longhornapocalypse.blogspot.com/2004/03/lonely' title='Lonely!'/><author><name>aguila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06807286759110023116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6535579.post-107914948911948222</id><published>2004-03-12T21:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-12T21:48:00.780-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I Need My Coffeene!</title><content type='html'>Today, I found out that all the coke machines were shut down because of the so called food fight which ended up being a plastic fight and instead of people throwing food they were throwing coke bottles. That is Oak Cliff for you, yes we are crazy, but that is what makes us unique. Last year the whole senior section got closed down because of a food fight this time it was an actual food fight. What I don't understand is why I am and the rest of the people are getting punished for something we didn't even do. I hate that oh well they are the ones who will loose money I am sure the students will find some other way to get their required doze of  Coffeene (spelling)  Still that is so unfair, I mean how will taking away the weapon that was used to commit the crime make things better if yesterday there were police dudes all over the cafeteria and they knew it was going to happened and they still couldn't do anything about it, I think they are going about this the wrong way there has got to be a better way don't ya think so!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dam does seniors they ruin everything!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6535579-107914948911948222?l=longhornapocalypse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://longhornapocalypse.blogspot.com/feeds/107914948911948222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6535579&amp;postID=107914948911948222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535579/posts/default/107914948911948222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535579/posts/default/107914948911948222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longhornapocalypse.blogspot.com/2004/03/i-need-my-coffeene' title='I Need My Coffeene!'/><author><name>aguila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06807286759110023116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6535579.post-107897572911406629</id><published>2004-03-10T21:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-10T21:31:58.186-06:00</updated><title type='text'>surroundings</title><content type='html'>"You are only as good as your surroundings allow you to be." I found this saying to be very true, unfortunately most of the time our surroundings are often not a good influence and that is not our fault because we don't have a choice in the neighborhood or the people we are surrounded with. On the other hand, we do have a say on the people we choose to hang around with unfortunately most of the time we hang around with the wrong crowd because we want to be cool and popular, but that moment in the spot light blinds us and we are unable to see the consequences we have to pay for our "popularity" just like my friend Nathan Martinez he ended up paying that price with his life. I mean don't give me wrong I am very proud to be from Oak Cliff "the hood" but tears come to my eyes when I think how different would it have been if by friend Nathan could had seen the price of popularity, he would still be alive now and we would be chilling and laughing just like old times, but those days are gone now all that is left is memories that are painful to deal with. So choose your friends wisely and beware of your surrounding or your life can turn into a tragic Julius Caesar story! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6535579-107897572911406629?l=longhornapocalypse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://longhornapocalypse.blogspot.com/feeds/107897572911406629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6535579&amp;postID=107897572911406629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535579/posts/default/107897572911406629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535579/posts/default/107897572911406629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longhornapocalypse.blogspot.com/2004/03/surroundings' title='surroundings'/><author><name>aguila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06807286759110023116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6535579.post-107889169976667650</id><published>2004-03-09T21:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-09T22:12:23.996-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Peer Pressure (please take the time to read it)</title><content type='html'>We are faced with peer pressure probably everyday of our lives, but the people that are affected the most by it are teenager. In case you are wondering peer pressure is when someone that is almost the same age as you (usually there is a 3-5 year difference) pressures you into doing something you are uncomfortable with, but you do it anyway because you want to be cool and you don't want to look bad in front of your friends and everybody else around you. What good is it going to do you if you look cool just for a moment if afterwards you will have to pay a dear price for just one moment in the spot light? Then that moment is gone is that moment in the spot light worth all the trouble you when through just so you wouldn't be considered a looser! Most of the time it is really not worth it because that moment in the spot light can scar you for life or even cost you your life. Like my friend Nathan Martinez  two years ago, he wanted to be cool he wanted to fit in, so he started hanging around with the wrong crowd and one day just for riding in the same car with gang members he got shot. It was a bullet that was not even meant for him. The worst part is  that he was only fifteen and I never even got to say goodbye and tell him how much he meant to me, but I will always remember him in my heart. So next time someone asks you to do something stupid think to yourself does the end justify the means if it doesn’t&lt;br /&gt;have the courage to say no because you never know what the price of being “cool” is going to be!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R.I.P.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nathan Martinez&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6535579-107889169976667650?l=longhornapocalypse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://longhornapocalypse.blogspot.com/feeds/107889169976667650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6535579&amp;postID=107889169976667650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535579/posts/default/107889169976667650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535579/posts/default/107889169976667650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longhornapocalypse.blogspot.com/2004/03/peer-pressure-please-take-time-to-read' title='Peer Pressure (please take the time to read it)'/><author><name>aguila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06807286759110023116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6535579.post-107879316451208086</id><published>2004-03-08T18:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-08T18:49:10.326-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends</title><content type='html'>What exactly is a friend? In my opinion a friend is someone that makes you laugh, cry, irritates you, or just helps you out with your problems when you feel that the whole world is on your shoulders. We all need friends to share our success, failure, and ideas with, I mean just think of world where everybody it's against everybody. Where the only code to follow is the code of Hammurabi, (spelling) an eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth, Friends are a vital part of our lives, friends will let you down, make you laugh and make you mad, but they most likely care for you and love you that is if they are really your true friends. I am thankful that in my life there are many friends they had helped me a lot to get through the hardships of life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember if you get in a fight with your friend try your best to work out the problem because you never know when you will need someone to listen or a shoulder to cry on!&lt;br /&gt;So to all my friends out there thanks for putting up with me and being my friend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6535579-107879316451208086?l=longhornapocalypse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://longhornapocalypse.blogspot.com/feeds/107879316451208086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6535579&amp;postID=107879316451208086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535579/posts/default/107879316451208086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535579/posts/default/107879316451208086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longhornapocalypse.blogspot.com/2004/03/friends' title='Friends'/><author><name>aguila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06807286759110023116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6535579.post-107872287702157938</id><published>2004-03-07T22:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-07T23:17:42.170-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Another weekend down the drain!</title><content type='html'>.Today I was supposed to go to this picnic for LULAC, but my mom got sick, you know it really sucks to know that everyone else is having fun while I'm trapped in the four walls of my room maybe more than four, but who cares anyway. Then to make things worst the Mavericks lost today and Friday as well, I just hope that next year in acadec we eventually go to state because I am tired of my favorite teams and my own acadec team always losing all the time. I know I am also to blame for that because I have not worked hard enough. One of the biggest reasons I like acadec is because it gives me the opportunity to prove people who believe I am incompetent wrong. I love to see the look of surprise on people’s faces when I do something "unexpected" or that is outside my expectations. Hopefully my brain will constantly remind me to not let other distractions keep me from reaching my full potential. &lt;br /&gt;Hopefully I will reach my full potential and my teammates and I can surprise people who think we don't deserve to go to state! I guess we will see next year. Remember Nazir that there is strength in numbers so make sure to encourage our teammates because we need them if you want to go to nationals.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6535579-107872287702157938?l=longhornapocalypse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://longhornapocalypse.blogspot.com/feeds/107872287702157938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6535579&amp;postID=107872287702157938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535579/posts/default/107872287702157938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535579/posts/default/107872287702157938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longhornapocalypse.blogspot.com/2004/03/another-weekend-down-drain' title='Another weekend down the drain!'/><author><name>aguila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06807286759110023116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6535579.post-107860964042978232</id><published>2004-03-06T14:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-06T15:50:23.343-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Attack of the little devils!</title><content type='html'>MY little nephews of one and the other is about to be three years old this 17th of  march came over and I could hear crying in the living room suddenly the crying was next to me, he is still crying as we speak. They took over my room and my TV and my brother made me turn off my music to watch sponge Bob, the worst thing of all is that they are not even watching the stupid movie. They take over everything and break my stuff the worst thing of all is that they break my stuff and I can’t tell them anything because “they start crying and my mom and my brother yell at because “they are little kids and they don’t know what they are doing.” One question if they don't know what they are doing why do they run away when they are doing something wrong? After they brake my stuff and I can't use it ever again they keep on bugging and taking my stuff away for instance when I am playing my PS2 they start crying because they want to use the control I am using and they don't stop crying until I give them my control and they don’t even know how to use it, &lt;br /&gt;Don't give me wrong I don't hate my nephews I just want them to stop messing around with my stuff and braking them, but that is not going to happened anytime soon is it? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess is all worth it when I see that laugh and that smile on their faces and I know this is the way kids are. The things we do for love huh. Well this just proves my point that love can change the world, so prepare yourself Mr. Locke it is going to be a wild ride!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6535579-107860964042978232?l=longhornapocalypse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://longhornapocalypse.blogspot.com/feeds/107860964042978232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6535579&amp;postID=107860964042978232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535579/posts/default/107860964042978232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535579/posts/default/107860964042978232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longhornapocalypse.blogspot.com/2004/03/attack-of-little-devils' title='Attack of the little devils!'/><author><name>aguila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06807286759110023116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6535579.post-107845321503187350</id><published>2004-03-04T19:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-04T20:23:15.826-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Are you really happy?</title><content type='html'> Ok here comes another tough question are you really happy with what you accomplish in your life so far? If your answer is no then do one thing for me and for yourself (come on is for your own good.) Set goals for yourself and do your best to reach them. See if you set goals for yourself you will have something to look forward to and you will push yourself to limits you never though possible. Not only will you discover a lot about yourself, but you will also gain the confidence necessary to succeed in the world.&lt;br /&gt;Who knows maybe in the future the goals that you set for yourself are accomplished and that might be just enough for you to make a big difference in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that there might be some bumps on the road towards accomplishing your goals, but in the long run you are going to be the one that benefits from that hard work, and not only will you be help yourself and others by making the world a better place for you, me, and the rest of us, but success will also follow along with your hard work and determination! Remember that whatever doesn’t kill you makes you stronger and whenever you feel like giving up and quitting remember the words of Noemi Beltran "we all need sorrow to have a better tomorrow!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6535579-107845321503187350?l=longhornapocalypse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://longhornapocalypse.blogspot.com/feeds/107845321503187350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6535579&amp;postID=107845321503187350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535579/posts/default/107845321503187350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535579/posts/default/107845321503187350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longhornapocalypse.blogspot.com/2004/03/are-you-really-happy' title='Are you really happy?'/><author><name>aguila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06807286759110023116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6535579.post-107828756470839664</id><published>2004-03-02T20:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-02T22:22:22.856-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Second Chances</title><content type='html'>Second chances are few and far between because the world we live in today is not very fond of our mistakes. That is why we need to take full advantage of every second chance we get because if we take them for granted our lives may just take a dramatic wrong turn that might cause endless suffering for as long as we live. Second chances are very fond to me, see I was born as a six months premature baby. Why you ask that is a very good question that I still have not found the answer to. It all started because my parents were involved in a very intense fight, which cause my mom's water to break before I was ready come to this world by my own power, (by the way my parents are divorced and my dad lives in Mexico which means that I hardly ever get to see him, but that is another story for another time.) Anyway my lungs were not yet developed enough for me to be able to breath on my on. The doctors told my parents that I was not going to be able to survive and if I did I was only going to lived about a week (what do they know.) Well it turns out that I did after all survived, unfortunately the lack of oxygen had its consequences and it caused me to have a physical disability. These has made my life very challenging for me, but it is not like I am death my brain works perfectly fine (ok maybe not perfectly fine, but fairly ok and that is all I can ask for.) there are many more people that can't even think for themselves so I considered myself lucky. Besides it is these challenges that had made my life interesting and worthwhile. See I love to prove people wrong about what I can and can't do it is fun to see the look on peoples faces that think that I'm incompetent!(Suckers!!!!!!!!! Not a bad word.) People usually do not expect much from me, that is why I decided to have high expectations for myself. I think heaven's doors (if indeed I am going to heaven we will see) were not yet open for me because life decided to give me a second chance to help others that are less fortunate than I am. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact these is how I got my name (Victor which means winner or winer whichever you prefer.) because I managed to escape from the cold hands of death. So take advantage of the few second chances that life gives us because if we don't we might loose something very value to us. Keep in mind that we do not know what we have until it is gone! Keep I a look out for any second chances that you get and take full advantage of them or be prepared to pay the consequences!    &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6535579-107828756470839664?l=longhornapocalypse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://longhornapocalypse.blogspot.com/feeds/107828756470839664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6535579&amp;postID=107828756470839664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535579/posts/default/107828756470839664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535579/posts/default/107828756470839664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longhornapocalypse.blogspot.com/2004/03/second-chances' title='Second Chances'/><author><name>aguila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06807286759110023116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6535579.post-107820057416737895</id><published>2004-03-01T21:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-01T22:12:31.060-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Judging Others</title><content type='html'>Today, I got my report card and Mr. Locke look at it (like always.) He discovered that I made a 70 on Dr. Johnson's English Ap class that's right a horrible and degrading "C." Then he started lecturing me about how I need to get better grades and stop watching so much TV. Then he went on telling me that there was no excused for me to make a grade below my expectations, but I said "I am not the only one several people are on the same boat along with myself." After that the stage was set for a classic comment that will live on through out ages to come, "you shouldn't  compare yourself to everyone else." In my defense comparing one person to another is what everybody in the world does, we get compared to our classmates in class rankings, in college we get compared by our grades and judge  by a miserable number, by the way numbers only tell part of the story they don’t say anything of the type of person we are. True they may say we are lazy, but has it occur to anyone that someone may not understand or be good at the type of work they ask us to do. Maybe if someone saw beyond the numbers people who work hard, but are not as gifted as Stephen Hawking, would have a better chance to make a difference in these world, and this doesn't happened only in academics, but in every aspects of our lives as well we are constantly being compared to the rest of the world. I know is a pretty lousy argument, but is valid. Afterwards I felt really sad and guilty of my actions. The worst was not yet over. Just as I  was getting inside the car I hear "why did you get a 70 on your report card school is the only thing you have to do and you have a lot of time on your hands to do it you should be able to do better than these. Then came the mother of all mother quotes “I scarifies myself for you and your brothers and this is how you repay me.” Then I felt like turning back time and trying my best to get an “A” but unfortunately it was too late! At that time I realized that our parents and our teachers work hard for us to see us do well in school and ultimately in life because they might just have love and care for us, and all they want as their reward is to see us succeed! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Well before I go I will leave you with one final though Mr. Locke, mom, and anybody else that cares about me maybe just maybe with your love and support I will go above and beyond my expectations and make myself , you, and everyone else proud. Now I realized that the journey is more important than the destination and the  next time anyone wants to judge someone else keep in mind that we are all  human beings and remember that humans are not perfect, so before we judge someone else, we have to keep in mind our own mistakes!       &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6535579-107820057416737895?l=longhornapocalypse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://longhornapocalypse.blogspot.com/feeds/107820057416737895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6535579&amp;postID=107820057416737895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535579/posts/default/107820057416737895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535579/posts/default/107820057416737895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longhornapocalypse.blogspot.com/2004/03/judging-others' title='Judging Others'/><author><name>aguila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06807286759110023116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6535579.post-107807303773788587</id><published>2004-02-29T09:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-29T11:01:16.840-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Memories</title><content type='html'>Today, since I could not sleep because my brother woke me up with his loud and annoying snoring at 7 AM. I started to think of what to write on my blog today. Suddenly I remember reading a great blog by Richard about memories. Then I decided to write my own point of view about memories and after thinking for a few minutes I concluded that memories are a brief recollection of the past. Usually our memories have a strong impact on us that is why we remember them in the first place. Memories usually are put into two categories; there are joyful memories and memories of infernal times in our lives. The joyful memories bring back happiness and warmth to our hearts, but they probably do not affect us a much as the painful memories. Painful memories are like a scar in our lives that we never forget they are there and never go away as long as we live. They affect one's life in a horrific manner. Every time we see, hear, or do anything that reminds us of that moment in time, we fall into a deep hole of sorrow and sadness that is hard to get out of, but memories have its purpose in life, they are there to remind us that the world is a cruel and dishearten place and that we need to create more memories of joy to compensate for the ones of sorrow and to remind us of the purpose of living. Further more memories remind us that we need to be fair and kind to others because the world is cruel and full of bad memories as it is we need to work together to have a better tomorrow in these cold, and dishearten place we call earth, and not make it harder for each other to enjoy life or else life as we know it would be a waste of time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Keep in mind that remembering is reliving lets make memories of joy not of sorrow!  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6535579-107807303773788587?l=longhornapocalypse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://longhornapocalypse.blogspot.com/feeds/107807303773788587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6535579&amp;postID=107807303773788587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535579/posts/default/107807303773788587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535579/posts/default/107807303773788587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longhornapocalypse.blogspot.com/2004/02/memories' title='Memories'/><author><name>aguila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06807286759110023116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6535579.post-107800032100518207</id><published>2004-02-28T14:27:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-29T15:55:46.530-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Life in General</title><content type='html'>Yesturday as I was sitting at home, just as I am every friday night, I was looking for something to keep myself busy, but since I could not find anything to do to occupy my intrest I started to thinkof how boring my life is. I know Mr. Locke "only boring people are bored." Then put me down as a boring person because most the time I am as bored as apiece of wood. Then it came to me that life is one of does things that we have no control over. Basically life is unexpected, unpredictable, and uncontrolable events that take place in chronological order. We cannot turn back time and correct our mistakes, but we can learn from them and use that knowledge in the future. By the same token, we are not able to go forward in time, but what we can do is take what we learned from the past and put it to the test in the future. In life we cannot control what fate has in store for us, instead we are forced to make diffilcult decisions in order to solve the chanllenges that life throws at us. Granted they may not always be the right decision, but keep in mind that is only through faiure that we succeed. Sure does mistakes we make might be painful and difficult to swallow, but it is only through darkness that we learn to appreciate the light. Life is a difficult thing to understand and appreciate, but then again no one ever promised easy. In the end if we learned to appreciate life along with all its mysteries, wonders, and hardships, then we will be able to understand the true meaning of life. Life is a game that has no continues and in consequence, we cannot dwell on the past, we have to play with the cards we are dealed with and hope to make the future better. Further more it is only through experiences of hardship and joy that we will acquired the knowledge necessary to grant us the key that will open the doors to the hopes and dreams we want to accomplish ultimately in our lifetime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember the only thing you can control in life is yourself, so take full advantage because in the game of life you only get one shot make the best of it before the time comes for you to have to say game over!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6535579-107800032100518207?l=longhornapocalypse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://longhornapocalypse.blogspot.com/feeds/107800032100518207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6535579&amp;postID=107800032100518207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535579/posts/default/107800032100518207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535579/posts/default/107800032100518207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longhornapocalypse.blogspot.com/2004/02/life-in-general' title='Life in General'/><author><name>aguila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06807286759110023116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6535579.post-107775287875637337</id><published>2004-02-25T17:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-25T19:33:04.030-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreams</title><content type='html'>Dreams are a symbol of the things we hope to have and are unable to get or have not work hard enough to make them a reality like my english teacher says "you can spit in one hand and hope in the other and see which one fills up first." One can have all the dreams in the world, but is what one does to make does dreams a reality. Be a man( or woman) of action not words.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6535579-107775287875637337?l=longhornapocalypse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://longhornapocalypse.blogspot.com/feeds/107775287875637337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6535579&amp;postID=107775287875637337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535579/posts/default/107775287875637337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535579/posts/default/107775287875637337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longhornapocalypse.blogspot.com/2004/02/dreams' title='Dreams'/><author><name>aguila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06807286759110023116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
