DOMONIC ARMAS =) &david cabrera?

SO, basically im writing this blog about Domonic and David because they are over at my house and they're...pretty intresting to say the least. I met domonic in like 8th grade and david in 7th. I lovvvve domonic because he's exactly like a teddy bear, and well david,... is just david and we fight alot. Let's see, what can i write about these two?? Well, whenever im with them it's always an adventure and i always end up in some random persons house! But it's cool. we have mucho fun. Domonic is the person i can tell my secrets too, and david is the person i want to slap alot. haha, just kidding, i love him too, i guess. So, one day we were walking through this big tunnel type thing in this park in oakland. And it was sooooo dark and scary! and it was pretty long. I couldnt see a thing so i was holding both thier arms. We got to the middle and found that there was water running through it the rest of the way out! i wanted to turn back, but they wanted to keep going. Cause you know, thier big men and all. haha.
So i did not want to walk back alone! noway! So we had to walk on the very edges of the tunnel and were using our phones to kinda see. The water was in the middle, but it was getting wider and wider and eventully we ended up walking in it! We could see the light now though. Of course i picked the wrong freekin day to wear flip flops, i should have known, ecspecially if im with these two. So the current in the water got stronger and my sandal came off, and it was still pretty dark and i was searching around for it. I finally found it and was going to put it on when i slipped. I was holding on to Dom, and we both fell completely in the water! it was so nasty! so my pants and shirt were soaked for the rest of the day and im never going there again. But it was a fun story =)

=(sadd storyy.

Don't cry, Don't cry, i kept chanting to my self as i watched my mother break down. I had to be her rock, i had to be the strong one this time. My mom is very...strong, in the cold kind of way, i guess you could say. Even so, it was especially hard not to break into tears just from watching her. We were at the Alameda pet hospital, watching the veterinarian basically kill our cat. Our cat's name was Nordstrom and he was around twenty years old, which is like ninety years old in human years. My mom got him when she was in college and her boyfriend at the time named him. He said he was watching a Nordstroms department store commercial right before she came home with the kitten. That was before i was born. Ive never tried to hold anything too close or get attached but Nordstrom has literally been around my whole life, so he was like a child. About a year ago, we noticed him getting super skinny, but my mom just tried to feed him even more. I knew the truth, he was extremely old and had already out-lived all of his siblings, he was dying already. It sounds morbid but i'm able to accept things like death, Ive had my deal of experiences. But i didn't want to mention this to my mother.

We watched his progress and watched him get weaker and weaker. And then this summer we took a trip to Las Vegas. It was about a week trip. When we got back, it seemed he had taken a turn for the worse. His pupils had dilated and he had slower responses, but he could still respond and i had a feeling he could still see us, if only a little. It got worse, of course. He slept more and more, and stopped meowing all together. Then it was like it all happened overnight. One day i came home, and took one look at the cat and knew he was going to die. His pupils had gotten so big that there was no more green in his eyes. They were just big black holes. I waved my hand right before his eyes, and got no response at all. He was completely blind now, and ran right into everything. It was terrible to watch. And he had no strength anymore, he looked so small and old. He didn't even recognize our voices anymore. I pretty much accepted it for what it was, death, and you could smell it in the air. But my mom took it the hardest, she couldn't sleep and cryed alot. So, after a week, she said she couldn't see him in pain. She wanted go get him put asleep. I wanted him to have a natural death, and die at his home, with us. But i don't think my mom would have been able to cope with that. So, we went. As i watched Nordstroms final breathes, i let a few tears slide, then wiped them away. And i went and comforted my mother. It was one of those moments, where i felt close to her. Then it was gone as quickly as it came, and we went home to our, now very quiet, house.

statement of purpose.

So, im not very good at getting my thoughts into words, because i rarely ever say what im thinking. But i think that this blog is going to be good practice. I'd like to write about music or something that is close to me. But i figure that music is to complex to really speak on. I really would like to choose a solid topic to write about but im to indecisive, so im probably going to just write whatever is gong through my head at the moment. Maybe something like our bi-plar weather, or the books that im constantly reading, or the personal expieriences i've encountered.

I also want to improve my writing. Like not babbling on and on about something off subject, because i tend to do that alot, stay on topic! I want to see the posotive side of a subject, because im always pointing out negatives. Also, like i said, i need to improve on writing(typing) down my thoughts clearly, so that people who don't live in Tara's world can comprehend my point. I want to think and write my thoughts all the way through.