Time Flies!

What can i say? I started a new job with two different responsibilities. I plan on going back to school in spring and my dad doesn't know about it yet. I'm slowly working on getting my permit in order to get my license. Also the bf i left? Still around. Love can be complicated sometimes, regardless in which direction its going or coming from. I want to say i'm decently happy, however i don't believe that I'm at a point in my life where i'm close to satisfied. Maybe i should stop looking at my shortcomings and realize my grass is green. The way i feel is the way that i think i end up crashing my diet. Grandma is really sick...has been sick since March. I've managed to graduate twice and yet i'm still striving for one more diploma. I've been pretty stressed lately...and feeling kind of lonely. Not in a "no one loves me" sense, but in a friendless life kind of way. The older one gets, the harder life becomes. More realizations about oneself and responsibilities needed to get done. I'm still trying to wonder when or what age i plan on moving out. Hoping for the best for tomorrow =)

Present Perplexion

The day is getting closer and closer and i have no idea what to get him, or what to even wear for that day. I'm not sure what we're even going to be doing for the occasion o_o. I really hope its nothing too expensive, yet i want (in my head) a candlelit dinner at night...after that i have no idea lol. We're still struggling with places that we can go to and have fun. He's actually stressing out more than i am...well, besides the holiday, he has other things to worry about. I'm still having trouble with what to give him...i don't even remember what i did last year with Michael. Oh wait, nvm (He had to work that night..and i had the day off). I was thinking of getting a watch for him..something he could bling, bling....but knowing him, he's gonna destroy/lose/forget its not waterproof/or even mistreat it. SOOO...i'm stuck with possibly clothes...but my mother says no, because just like a little kid, they (meaning him and my brother or any guy) won't wear the stuff. Maybe once and that's it...a hat? he doesn't like wearing them for sure. An earring? nope...he's allergic. A chain is too expensive..and it doesn't make sense with him. Shoes? he bought some last month. Cologne was a Christmas gift. I originally wanted to get him an Ipod but he rejected the idea. A new phone for him would be awesome..but he's reluctant to part from the one he has right now. (he's had it for 3 years). I ran out of ideas...i'm extremely picky on what to give him. Not that much, but i want something good for him. Help? lol

I O U Magali

February is the time of the month where flowers and chocolates are exchanged to women and men who follow the tradition of Valentine's Day. Unfortunately for me, it is getting difficult to decide on what to give to Neo. I've had a few ideas, but all of them seem to backfire. or they're just not worthy enough for him to receive (in my eyes lol). There has been a few myths about Valentine's day's origin..but too lazy to post it..Google it peeps, its interesting haha. I would like to say though, that ice skating is loads of fun...yet slightly hard. Pedro went with me to the ice rink on Millenium Park and somewhat taught me how to do it. I felt like a pigeon by the way it balances...eventually i somewhat got the hang of it. Today however, i was supposed to see Magali...but it never happened. My headache woke me up at 3 AM..along with eardrum pain...i didn't fall asleep until 7...i completely forgot about Neo. He decided to stay with me for awhile..he made my morning better. Soon he left to go to work and once again i fell asleep...I remember my mom telling me to stay home to wash and pick up my sister...i managed to only do one of those things. Homework, homework, homework....it never ceases..

Young Goodman Brown

Yes, peeps this story was appalling yet...OMG haha. This time, this chapter on a different book made me get goosebumps during my breakfast hour. I kept getting a shiver down my spine after i finished it, and my yummy Cookie Crisp cereal went to waste...sort of. The professor from my Humanities made us read a short story titled: Young Goodman Brown by Nathaniel Hawthorne. I kinda pictured it would be some lame political short essay...i have no idea why, but i always assume the worst with the titles lol. A few of you probably have already read it, but here goes: It all starts at the town of Salem, where a man named Goodman Brown is going on an adventure towards the forest at sundown. His young bride, Faith, wears a hat with pink ribbons on it, warning and telling him not to go. To start his journey in the morning when the time will be safe and she would be able to at least hold him one last time. Goodman Brown declines and knows the risks he has to take so off he goes into the dead of night. He encounters a weary traveler wearing a cloak and offers to walk along with him. The stranger's looks can pass as Brown's father since there is an old mirror replica of himself in the man. The old man tells him stories of Brown's family past, telling him that all the noble deeds that he thinks his ancestors made are all nothing but lies and coverup the deception and evil in reality happened. He tells him the townspeople he knows are not all they seem...even the wellrespected priest has his secrets. Afraid and suspicious, Brown asks the man to reveal his name but the man merely laughs and keeps walking with a cane on his hand. They hear an old woman down the path and slowly head towards her. The old man touches her shoulder with his cane and she suddenly shrieked "THE DEVIL!". It turns out she was looking for her broom that has been stolen ( "That old woman taught me my catechism" said the young man; and there was a world of meaning in this simple comment [Young Goodman Brown, Nathaniel Hawthorne])..so the Devil stays to help her, but Brown decides to go back to following the path. The Devil leaves the woman behind and keeps on going with Brown. After a while, Goodman Brown takes a break, and the Devil offers to let him use his cane. Brown falls asleep and dreams that Faith has went into the forest, looking for him.She ends up getting attacked by demons everywhere and he quickly runs toward her with desperation trying to make it to his love. When he gets ahold of her demons surround them and they face oncemore the Devil, who wants to baptize them in a pool of red liquid (blood? fire? who knows) He yells at Faith to not pay attention and to keep looking up at heaven..whether she did it or not he'll never know because he woke up sweaty and exhausted from the nightmare. He runs back to the town and sees the morning sunrise coming up from the horizon. He ends up not trusting anyone...not even his beautiful Faith that even ran up to him to kiss him in public, knowing it was forbidden back in those days. He hated the priest for being full of blasphemy and until his deathbed, noone remorsed or prayed for him...I know my version is crappy compared to the real thing, but believe me. Its insane.

"I wus high"

I'm really bored at the moment...so I've decided to post a special blog today(Literally). As many of you have encountered, there is a certain person we know that has grammar issues. I intend to mock her since there is not much to do online at the moment.

My name is Betty (Kung Pow Movie's Villain Voice). i know that most of u hate me fo treatin u all wrong. I dunno y i did it.i got really high that day. i want 2 talk about everythin and anythin i sorry denise n elvia 4 not listenin to u..u's were right. idk wut i was thinkin mayb i was high. i nkow that wut i did wuz wrong cuz it made ppl mad at me. it also made me sad. i'm sorry. i still dunno y ur mad at me but i hope we can still b friends. I have 2 tell u all sumthin. i wuz makin out wit jaime the whole time. I wuz high. I got a tattoo so i can show jose my feelings but he rejeceetd me. i get da feelin magali dunt wanna hang out wit me cuz shes always busy. I wus high

I give up right now lol. This is seriously making me feel like i'm getting stupider by the minute. As L once called it "teenager (text) talk" is not considered being very educated when a person's in college.

Hunger of Memory

Things are getting slightly better...in school. My English professor is making us read 3 different books about immigration. At first I instantly thought it would be completely boring...and it partially is. Partially. The first book we have to start reading is titled: Hunger of Memory by Richard Rodriguez. There is a quote he has that has intrigued me, and i think obviously is to catch the reader's attention as well. A few of you might probably relate this to your own lives, (I know its something that temporarily reflects my daydreams) but here it is:

"She tells people, her neighbors, that I am a 'Ph. D Professor'. I am doing some writing, she explains. But I will be going back to teach in a year or two. Soon. In private, she admits worry. 'Did somebody hurt you at Berkeley?...why don't you try teaching at some Catholic College?' No, I say. And she turns silently to my father, who stands watching me. The two of them. They know i have money enough to support myself. But I have nothing steady. No profession. And I am the one in the family with so much education. (All those years!) My brothers and sisters are doing so well. 'All i want for you is something you can count on for life,' she says. In honor of my mother and father " (Hunger of Memory. Prologue introduction)

This is a part of the prologue where the author struggles to distinguish his Mexican and American heritage from each other. He feels that the English language that has been enforced upon him and his family was meant for the "social life" outside the house. He valued the Spanish that was spoken between his family because he felt it was a private conversation versus a social one that society wanted. When he heard his father or mother struggle with pronouncing words in english, they seemed so weak and broken to him. Spanish was the only language that would keep that closeness apart from the world. What he realizes later on, is not the language itself but the intimacy behind the words. (remember "L?" you tried to explain how Kyo's words touched you?) The rugged and strained english that he heard his family speak was nothing compared to the soft-spoken and fluent spanish they talked. He found a balance that intimacy was the source that kept people together. Like singing...the words were merely poetry. But the sounds that come from the voice, the feelings of pain and joy were the ones that sent the message out to people. Lyrics are only a part of a great song. The book is slightly boring yet interesting...to some extent. But this is barely the first chapter...i'll see if its good or not.

My 1st Day of School (unedited version)

Oh my flippin God! I did not start the new semester on a great foot! lol..It all started when i woke up this morning to take my sister to school. It turned out that the neighbor was taking her today without knowing that i was available, so i got screwed into having less hours of sleep. So instead i took my sweet time cleaning and making breakfast for myself when i realize that i had to go with my Aunt to get some medicine with my grandmother in 10 minutes. I changed as fast as i could and felt slightly relieved when i remembered that i packed my stuff in my bookbag the night before. I snatched my crap and hopped in the car next to my aunt. She figured i barely woke up since my hair was still a mess...so she gave me a chance to fix myself up abit. Then we were off and came back home...at 11:30. (My class starts at 12:30) I couldn't find the courage to ask my aunt for a ride to the trainstop since she was already running late as well. So i ran (more like fastwalked) to the train as quickly as possible. On the train ride however, i checked my schedule to see which floor and classroom I should run to...it turns out i missed my first class and my second one was halfway done. ( I confused the days with the times last night...my GOD). The lucky part was that I already knew the professor for the first class. The second one however was something i should be completely apologizing to. I ran to my previous english teacher's office and got his syllabus. (He seemed flustered...so it goes on the first day of school) and already got an assignment from him. Next i ran to my second class and saw that everyone was testing (Math...ugghh). My teacher looked scary...she reminded me of Mrs. Kramer from high-school. The same dictator attitude as well...except not as corny. She gave me a test, took it, and walked out completely embarrassed and apologizing for interrupting. Its sad to know that she knows me by my first impression lol. I managed to get ahold of Neo...which was sad to say that we didn't have days to spend together. Fridays he works the whole day...but we caught a loophole between classes and breaks...these schedules are making me debate whether i should get a job or not...it'll make thing difficult. I go into the bookstore with him and we both encounter one of his friends..he was really weird. But i didn't like him...he seemed cool but there was a judgmental feeling i got. As if he was curious as to who i was. Neo instantly turned around to say hi to him and i stayed hidden behind him looking at books. I got the feeling he didn't want his friend to see me either..i certainly didn't. In an odd, but sad way i understand that his friends won't accept us...or me being with him. This is my point of view, but i may be wrong. After that scenario, my book money from financial aid was soo low i couldn't believe it. I decided to take care of it when Neo started class. I ran back and forth until i got my stuff right...pretty exhausting..tired...i forgot i was hungry. Throughout this whole process, i encountered many people from school that i used to have classes with and some that are old people from my grammar and highschool years. My, my...school was a bust.