It's a draft I'm tellin yuh

 Yeeee-o!, only because I find that a great way to start any sort of conversation. Whether I'm speaking to my family, hanging out with friends or even writing it on my blog. It's catchy right? Well I'm here to tell you about myself.. Because who knows me better than myself? Family, photography and blogging are three essentials in my everyday life. 

When I look into the mirror everyday, I see big brown eyes that I got from my dad, long brown hair from my mom and a fit healthy body, from both my parents. Well everyone, I was the "whoops" baby. The one and only child between my parents. Unfortunately young parents with those "whoops" babies don't tend to stick together and get a divorce. Yes, you guessed correctly my patents did get a divorce and remarried which leaves me with seven crazy brothers and one beautiful sister! Who knows what I'd do with out her. Maybe be stuck in a crazy zoo because i would've gone mad.. Or even would've become a Tom boy. Ew. I guess we'll never know right? 
There's also another sibling who has a very soft spot in my sweet heart. His names Joaquin. Born with cleft palate and recombinant 8 syndrome, resulting in many trips to primary children's and lots of help, love and effort from every family member to make Joaquin feel happy at home. Doctors said we'd loose him at 3 but Joaquin proved them wrong and we were blessed to have him in our lives for six amazing years! Maybe that's what's so special about my family.. We work together to make great things possible and we have the sweetest angel to watch over and protect us in our journey here on this earth.

Sometimes I get the question "what sets you apart from everyone else?" Or "what makes you unique" and to tell you the truth I sit in my chair and have to really nug n budge at my head for something to pop. And the one thing that usually pops into my head first is photography. I have a deep love and passion for photography. Lemme tell you, I'm a people watcher! And when I can capture everyone in their natural state, being who thy truely are.. Having the time of their lives,.. Psh ya! That makes me happy! Creating a small fraction of that moment for them to keep forever to never forget! Memories! They are my favorite. 

Blogging. Hmm. Blogging. Why is blogging such a part of my life? Well you see I learn, I grow and experience new things and i love to share my stories to random fellow strangers who happen to appear on my site! For them to relate to, for them to think "psh well she was dumb to fall for that boy" or even if I can make them laugh. Learn from my mistakes. Laugh at my mistakes. Grow from my mistakes. I also just love venting to my blog. I'm crazy for even saying this but my blog is my friend. I can just be me and say stupid stuff and well.. Not be judged. It's just me, yuh know? I love writing. And I guess that's why I'm taking this class called college writing. To help me learn grow and experience this college course. Can't wait to start! And i hope I can become a better writer.. To make my stories a bit more interesting so you don't fall asleep half way through. Which I'm sure you have..
Goodmorning to you when you wake up!

I'm exiting for my senior year! 
Lets do dis!
Xx ~  miss desirooo

Love you all
Kisses and hugs!

Growin'

It only seems as if yesterday I awoke for the first day of fourth grade. The grade I moved to a different elementary. When Sam weurgler & Ian Webb gave me the name people call me"desi". When Kathryn gramm and I had bestfriend bracelets. And now on Tuesday morning ill be stepping into OHS in my new chucks for my last year of high school. Senior year



And to think next year ill be somewhere getting my little dorm ready ..ready to start a new beginning with me myself and I in college. 

How did time fly so quickly. I seriously can't grasp this. I'm out of words to even describe this love/hate feeling I have for being a senior.

K ask me if I feel like a senior.. K go ask... My answer? NO .. I feel like a lil baby still.. One that should be sitting down waiting for the next episode of Hannah Montana or somethin. 
Like some days you might say something stupid, and that’s the part of you that’s still ten. Or maybe some days you might need to sit on your mama’s lap because you’re scared, and that’s the part of you that’s five. And maybe one day when you’re all grown up maybe you will need to cry like if you’re three, and that’s okay. That’s what I tell Mama when she’s sad and needs to cry. Maybe she’s feeling three.
Because the way you grow old is kind of like an onion or like the rings inside a tree trunk or like my little wooden dolls that fit one inside the other, each year inside the next one.  —  Woman Hollering Creek, Sandra Cisneros
Time to grow up.
Yay.
Xoxo
Miss Desi