I've had a lot to say lately.

People think I have a lot of chutzpa, that im really ballsy, that id be willing to stand up in a room filled with people and yell PIRI LANES!! But here's the thing, im just as cowardly as the lion. There are so many things I want to do, and that I want to say I just don't know how. After the fact I think of a really fabulous way to have done something, or said something. I wish I was willing to speak my mind. I wish I could tell someone something and have 100% certainty that they feel the same way, otherwise id look like an idiot. I just don't know what to do right now, I wish I had my mothers perspective with me sometimes. Well here's the deal, I'm not willing to be hurt again, so either I need to grow a pair and say something, or you need to remove your tampon and come be the knight in shining armor that I always thought you were.

Happy Sunday!

There are no facts, just interpretations.

While sitting in philosophy class I looked around the room to see all the different faces of the kids that I've known for what feels like forever. It hits me that I will be done with high school in 15 school days. Where did the time go? I thought back to 1st grade with mrs. Franklin, that woman had the worst coffee breath but she taught me how to write in cursive. I thought about 2nd grade with mrs. B, that year we had a 6.5 earthquake, I learned what to do in an earthquake from mrs. McGrath, we were to crouch under the desks, I was asking her how to spell the word cousin when the earthquake hit. 3rd grade I started at a new school, we moved to Arizona and everything changed, I had miss. Newcombe, she was basically blind but knew sign language, that was when I learned to sign. 4th-6th grade I was with Mrs. Maegan and Ms. Roxanne I loved those years, I thought I was the shit too, with my blue eyeshadow and everything. Those were the years that I learned how to be Piri. 7th grade I had ms. Jennifer and mr. Abe. That was something else. We went to Catalina Island and I became a woman haha... Then I changed schools and my life at Foothills Academy began!
I've learned a lot at Foothills, I have made a lot of friends I have experienced A LOT of things, I have had many experiences. I dealt with a lot I didn't have an easy high school experience, I got into a bit of trouble but my wonderful support system helped me through so much.
In the past 12 years I have changed so much, I have grown in ways I didn't know were possible, I have made friends that will last a lifetime, and I won prom queen. I think high school was the greatest time of my life.
I don't know what else to say. I handled a few issues this week, I had an actual talk, about feelings and whatnot with The Boy or whatever he is, he told me about what was going on at home and that rarely happens so it was a really nice thing for me to feel like I could help him. And I told him my house is always open for him. Other than that I really don't know.

Blah blah blah, throw some glitter make it rain.
Ha! Ha!
Piri

I didn't even shed one tear

Yesterday was Mother's Day. I didn't even notice, it felt like any other Sunday. I mean, I don't know. I didn't allow myself the ability to notice. I slept and was with the family, we didn't talk about it. We never talk about it.

I am home safe and sound from a week in paradise. So not telling that, that child, that I was going to Costa Rica was not good. He was really mad. And I guess he had a right to be, someone who I had talked to everyday for 3 years, and have known for 6 years should deserve to know that I was leaving the country, but still, to be blatantly rude to me was just over the line. I think.

And while in Costa Rica I got into a fight that got me thinking, I did a lot of thinking. Someone said something to me about how I need to get over the death of my mother. That struck me hard and deep. I got up and walked away, I wasn't willing to have that conversation. I wasn't willing to even think about it in general on my own, so the fact that someone said it to me almost hurt. I still don't know how to feel about it. I don't feel like I will ever get over it, I may learn how to live with it, but to get over something like that, I would really have to be heartless.

Well there are only a few days left in my high school career, and that is so scary. I will be attending U of A in the fall and then if I get the grades required Northeastern will give my a spot as a sophomore for fall 2012. I can do it. I can get the grades, I'll do the work, I'll be in Boston in no time.

I don't know if I should put this on here because I am not sure of who reads this but why not, hell you only once. There is this boy, and I can't explain I share, I tell him things, and I don't do that often. Some of the people who probably feel like they know me really well don't. I have difficulties telling people things, well serious things, because I don't want it to seem like I am this big screw up who hasn't handled any of the issues I should have handled. I don't cry, and I especially don't cry in front of people, I may have the occasional breakdown in front of people but that's only because my breakdowns are pretty comical. But I tell him things, and for some crazy reason I am okay with it. I don't regret it afterwards. And I always fear that if people see the real Piri Lanes than that will push them away, and being by myself doesn't scare me, but being alone does.

Well I don't know. I think I should probably finish unpacking and fold my laundry, and stop thinking about everything. BLAH!

Okay. That's all.

Happy belated mother's day to all the wonderful beautiful fabulous inspirational women in my life.
Much love and happiness- Piri

Where to begin. Well this week I have been in beautiful Costa Rica. I am right now sitting at the bar on Jaco Beach. It's beautiful. The day before I left for Costa Rica my dad witnessed an 18 year old girl run a red light and collided with an oncoming car. He helped her out of the car and stayed with her until the paramedics came. He then called me and said all he could think of was that happening to me and how he would want someone to stay with me. In my crazy Friday afternoon trying to get everything handled for my 5 AM flight to Costa Rica Saturday morning, that onset of emotion shook me. I cried. In my car and alone so no one could see, but I still cried. Ironically enough I had just finished a conversation about how I don't like crying, and how it makes me feel weak, but there I was crying my eyes out.

I didn't tell many people I was going to Costa RIca so a few days in I got a facebook message from, I don't even know what he is to me anymore, he thought my phone was broken. I hadn't said anything about leaving because I didn't feel I needed to let anyone know, I knew where I was going to be. I have to work on that. Maybe I will.

It's funny how people make you feel, I don't tell people many things, I keep most of it to myself, I just let the world think that they know me, I don't know why I do it. But lately I've begun to share, and it scares me so much. Not with everyone, just this one person, and that scares me. I'm not sure what it is, but I have been trying to be better about sharing.

Well that is all.

xoxo