a little bird told me

this is my first post obviously. im cutting to the chase. im a little bird. i flutter about and my cheeks burn a bright red. im 18. im alive. i want to teach. my cuzn rubby introduced me to this blog thing. i am addicted to oil paint and the smell of new chucks. im puertorican and no i can not pronounce the r in puertorican. give me pen paper and a minute and i will give u art. give me a smile and i will give u a piece of my heart.

i have a big big big family im talking 50+ on one tiny branch of it. and why yes i do come from a "broken home". and why yes i am still fully functional mentally. i love my family and will defend them to the best of my ability.

i finished my last day of high school today. and am glad i never have to take another high school class again. or follow a bell schedule, that is until i begin my teaching career.


i am the worst singer in the world and i love playing the color burp game.

im hungry. i want to cook.