One week left

before i go off and watch some dvd's. Just one week left as a minor, my last week as a kid

time to reminisce on the childhood, right? AGAIN? i reminisce A LOT.

So like, what is my earliest memory...that me personally remember and not told to me...shit I remember vaguely being in a crib, sucking on a bottle. I saw my grandma walk up to me because there were hella people over, and my grandma gave me like a bill, i dunno if it was one dollar bill, five, ten, twenty, ect. but she gave it to me to hold, and she took a picture holding me, and i was holding the money. then afterwards she put me back in the crib, and i vaguely remember she looked around and then took the money away from me. I also remember when I was crawling to my dad and his drunk mexican friends. he said "kristopher come here" (he said it in spanish) and i crawld over there and he stood me up and he said "drink" in spanish and i took a big gulp and i remember it was fizzy and the after taste. and it was the first time i tried beer. when i was really young and all his drunk mexican friends laughed and cheered and i crawled away after. i know i didn't have the most pleasant childhood, but i know i didn't have the worst. it's kinda about how you slice it up. I remember my first day of school, when my dad had to litterally drag and carry me into the classroom and i was yelling "i don't wanna go!!!" then i got in and i was silent. then when i had gotten chewing gum in the morning and i stuck it in my pocket and with my right hand i grasped it and held it and didnt let go the entire day. until it was time to put up the chairs and i couldn't do it with my left hand. so everyone's chair was up except mine. i couldn't do it, then the teacher was like kristopher use both hands and i didn't say anything, then she grabbed my left hand from behind me, and my right hand, and yanked it outta my pocket and out fell this wrinkled up dry piece of gum. and i started crying. "WAAAHHH!!!!"

we remember such weird things in life. Such weird and random memories. I don't remember my first hug to another girl from school, i don't remember the first time i scraped my knee's or my hands, i don't remember sheshangfongyu's last name or jennifer's from kindergarten. But I do remember tall zack from kindergarten, how he got held back. i remember how michael in the 1st grade tried to run up a wall and do a back flip, yet instead he landed on his skull and it cracked open. I remember when I wrote those bad letters in 1st grade or when I got accused to cutting a kids finger off with scciccors so my mom and dad beat my ass for it. I said I didn't do it, but no one believed me. Til a day after my beating, the principal called and said it wasn't me. I don't remember how I met Kyler, but I remember the day I first saw Linda in 6th grade. I don't remember the first marilyn manson song i heard (anymore, because i used to obsess over him), but I remember that time me carlo bryan and peter were having a pillow fight in peter's old house in hayward, and we woke up peter's dad by accident and he came time and made us cry because he scared us pretending he was about to hit us with the pillows real hard. and he was saying "WHAT, you want ME to hit you with the pillow?" and i was just scared. I remember how I used to be scared of him a lot of my life actually. Yet now when I see him, it's like "heyy uncle whats up man, oh shit you're bald." I think it's because i'm older now, i'm not as much of a pain in the ass.

I remember how I used to always want to kill my punk ass uncle andy (and i still do. If I see that guy drunk at another family party, i'm going to really take off on him.) because how he always used to hit up, talk shit to us, make us cry, push us around just because we were really small kids. He hurt my self esteem for so long, he confused me for so long, he made me feel like shit so for long. I wondered why I was a little liar back in middle school, I guess it does have to start with him. How much shit he would really talk. "you're not going to amount to shit. you're fucking stupid. your mom is fat. Your dad is a stupid mexican. you're not good enough." Some people may sit there and think "no way that can't be right, that's your uncle." yet i really can have any one of my cousins vouch he's a complete ass hole, and they have a way better memory than me so they could probably say more things than I could. I remember the filipino parties when all the older cousins would get togheter, and us being the younger ones they didn't want us there so we had to go to the back of the room silent. the night when my cousin jay r (rest in peace) died. i dunno im just, i don't want a depressing blog. i'ma end here.