My prince charming will have a guitar instead of a sword.

Let's skip the apologies for the darkness that I have leave you Oh dear reader. And start with my sudden happiness/weirdness.

All the coming facts are weird but produce a happy sensation in my mind:).

Saturday night I went with some friends to the Hilton's because JB's band was there. And nope I didn't see them, but it was fun to be back again with some old friends:).

Sunday the big day came and I woke up at 6am to be back again in the Hilton's waiting for the Jonas Brothers in the hot sun with other 50 girls. Not before paying my sister 1000 pesos so she could drive me in the morning.

Those beautiful three persons that were first on my weekend decided to make me wait. And I repeat. In the hot sun, 7;00am to 12;00pm. Just to wave for 5 seconds and then leave to their room.

Disappointing?, maybe, but I know I would have regret not going more.

By now my hair was a mess, but let's keep going. At 3;00pm I was in the sun, oh yes AGAIN. Waiting for the meet and greet passes. To get to the room at 5;00.

Then after asking for the sticker;

I lose track of it, and when I was about to meet my papis they asked for it one more time. I started crying 'cause it was going to be such a disappointment to come that far and yet lose my chance.

But I found it and it was all good, I wiped my tears and start to walk to them, and this is how it went:.

Kevin; Hey!, thanks for coming. *hand shake*
Me; Hii, can I hug you?.
Kevin; Of course *hugs tight*

( Then I see Nick with open arms, so I closed my eyes and started to walk to him. He hugged me like from far away so I had to press a little-.-, it ended up being a good hug though:), and yes we didn't say anything. )

Joe; Houla
Me; uhh Hi Joe?. *hugs*

*Sexy Hoffman takes picture*
Joe; Gruacias
Laura; *mentally* wtf?xd.

I won't lie, when I got out of it I was pissed off with them, like why the hell they hug like that?. But like half an hour later I changed my mind and started to find all this awesome things:).

So maybe my m&g was over in less than 5 seconds, and maybe I didn't say a word to Nick. But it made me feel special:). So thank you Jonas Brothers, for reminding me why I'm still here after 3 hard years.

So anyways in monday I found out I was strangely depressed, it's what we Jb fans call depression-post-concert. It's when you realize that you probably won't see them again and want more.

But I'm fine now.

Anyways I wrote a story of two chapters, in spanish, that I actually like. I'm going to post it here maybe tomorrow and your opinions will mean the world to me.

And before Jonas some subjects about myself started to come out and I wanted to talked it with you.

I don't get mad, I do but only for 5 minutes, I understand that we make mistakes and that we don't want to hurt somebody else. But there are some things that you just can't do, like for example. You can't insult my dog.

You can't come to my house and say that my dog is ugly, I can't stand people that do that, it's my fucking dog asshole, it's like you are insulting myself. Or the jonas brothers.

They can be a stupid band of Disney, whatever. They are the start of my life. My right hand, my music, my muse. It's annoying when people say how the suck as much as their fans.

Yes probably they are stupid things but it just gives me bad chills.

p.s; I'm sorry for the two last subjects I just didn't wanted to let you with jonas only.

p.p.s; I am happy readers:).

p.p.p.s; I'm the Julie of Julie&Julia

p.p.p.p.s; I'm not perfect, but look at the cutee little smile of Nick, it's obvious that we have an inside joke;) (note the dog tags)


"Honestly; Can you believe we crossed the world while it's asleep?. I'd never trade it in, 'cause I've always wanted this, and it's not a dream anymore."

You can start to feel sorry for me; It can't be worse than doing it myself.

This is the second moving post I do.

But my ubication is secret. Though I will say it some other day.

I'm just making an exception this one time 'cause I really needed to vend out.

This is one of the saddest days of my life.

First thing in the morning, I realized I still like the guy I thought I hated.

In school. The guy I mentioned in the other post said that he stopped talking to us because he was just interested in girls.

I wonder what that makes me then...

There's some contest in my school. Like a rally. And I've been supporting the teams since I was in first grade. And I promised to myself that I was going to participate in it someday.

After picking me as one of the persons competing. They took me out. As easy as that. Then everybody was like "aww Laura I'm so sorry.".

So after the bitch slap in the face and the deception. They made me feel pathetic and worthless.

I told my mom that I was going to be part of it. And she told me that it was going to be okay. That I was going to be selected.

FML.

I don't want to cheer a team anymore without participating.

I won't do it.

Then Oscar Wilde told me that what I make is not art. That is just an autobiography. 'Cause I put too much of myself in my poems.

And you know what?. I totally agree with him.

But let me tell you Oscar. You did the same mistake as I. Though mine is worst 'cause I'm still doing it wrong.

I'm sorry if I'm depressing you with my sad life. But my friends are all really happy. I don't want to be on their way.

p.s; I'm sorry
p.p.s; YES. I like someone who will never like me. FINE.
p.p.p.s; Jonas Brothers concert coming. woohoo...
p.p.p.p.s; MY FUCKING WRITING IS SLOPPY-.-.

"But I knew that you were a truth I would rather lose than to have never lain beside at all."

But I prefer to make the ending the beginning, so we don't have to come back.

I'm going to warn you so you don't find it weird when it happens.

Winter is coming down the way, and when winter comes, my whole mood changes. I spend the whole year practicing fake laughs and holding tears for this exact months.

There are just too many bad memories in the past, and it's a tradition by now to be extremely bipolar in christmas.

Though I probably will write more, I'm not really sure. But we'll see.

I would tell you the story but I don't know myself the beginning.

Talking about story, I was retelling mine on my head and there's one interesting point of my life I have never post. It's something that has been hunting me down since then.

It all started when I was in 6~grade. I met new people there. But we'll focus in just one person. One guy.

He sat next to me in the class and we soon started talking and becoming best friends. Of course I know I was 11 when that happened I can't really judge my/his decisions.

The thing is he was the most amazing person I had yet met. My first best friend if I may say.

Cliche as it can be. Yes I fell in love.

Well, not in love. But I didn't know it those days.

I told him all my secrets and he told me his. Those were really great years.

When we were finishing 6~grade some crazy girl told him my feelings towards him.

Yes indeed, the most embarrassing moment of my life. But let it to him who made me feel special and didn't care.

But dear reader, you more than I know that words are just words when they are said.

And in between 7~ and 8~ grade we weren't friends anymore. He didn't talk to me, we just ignored each other. Of course it was killing me 'cause I still felt something for him. And I wanted to be his friend.

It was awkward being around him.

And what hurts the most is, that we weren't actually friends. That he didn't trust me at all. It was just fake, and just a way to kill time. I was just his entertainment.

But it's all left to my mind to figure out.

'Cause still counting the days, I don't know the reason why I wasn't good enough for him anymore. I haven't hear a word of him about the subject. I tried to talk it out. But he doesn't open his mouth.

I could have help you in your worst moments, when I was next to you. Though I know it was all your choice.

His current girlfriend by the way hates me. She's always sending me this dirty looks when she is around. And it's kind of frustrating 'cause they don't speak their mind.

Just perfect for each other.

I thought I would regret ever sitting in front of him when I got to school.

But thinking about everything made me realize that because of him I started writing, that he is the reason why I always have a pen next to me.

No he is not the reason why I write today. But he was my beginning.

Thanks for making me who I am today. I'm sorry if I thought we were best friends when we were just two people hanging out.

The real reason why I bring this up all now is because the other day. We were praying and talking about how and when we listen to God. And he raised his hand and said how he had problems with his father, with watery eyes and all.

I felt so pathetic because as soon as he ended my tears started falling. And I hope he didn't see this.

My friends made up 3 reasons why I could have been crying.

1. Because of him.
2. Because of my dad.
3. Because I needed to cry.

In my opinion, now that no one ever asked. My tears betrayed me, they didn't have a reason.

This is the end of the story, it wasn't because of him 'cause I just simply don't care about his existence. It wasn't because of my dad 'cause I already dried all my tears for him. And I did not needed to cry because I have already cried a lot. My life in that moment, was regularly happy.

So those are the 3 things unknown in my life.

Welcome to it.

p.s; I know I said I was celebrating the 5 month-a-niversary, but I got a better idea and it's kind of hard to do so I will leave it for the the anniversary of my first year.

p.p.s; I need all my readers to participate in the idea:).

p.p.p.s; There's more details in this story and my writing is kind of sloppy today. But wanted to get things cleared out.

p.p.p.p.s; He is not the reason why I write today.

p.p.p.s; SURPRISE!.

"I'm alive; But I don't need a witness to know that I've survived. I'm not looking for forgiveness."