Do you want some cheese with that whine??

I've become rather good about not whining. The good thing is no one gets annoyed by me. The bad thing is everyone thinks I'm apathetic. The good thing is I have time to do other things. The bad thing is everyone thinks I'm ok with everything.

I stopped talking about how much I love my friends because then I have to talk about how much I miss them and how I'm so sad.

I've stopped getting my hopes up for anything at all.

Use your words.

Sometimes when Tom gets all flustered he can't say what he wants and he sounds like a4 year old. But that is not what I wanted to talk about.

I have always loved words. That's not to say that I am good with them by any means but I love them nonetheless. I guess I could add "words" to my list of Unrequited Love (note to self: let's make a list of all my unrequited loves). Sometimes I hear words that cut me, right to the heart. Words slay me. Sometimes I hear words that I can't get out of head. When I find someone that can string words together beautifully and artistically it is like magic to me.

Lyrics are my one vice. Lyrics will make or break a song for me. If I like the music to a song and I find that the lyrics are somewhat trite or ugly for some reason I won't like that song. And when I hear the music to a song and it is mediocre but the lyrics are fantastic it can easily become my favorite song. Find me a boy who can write lyrics to charm me and I would give up everything for him. Cue in Andrew Bird. What a man! ZPG and I were talking about Mr. Bird a couple nights ago and we were more or less analyzing a couple of his songs. With one of his songs (Fake Palindromes) he made me understand that, to understand one word, is to understand the whole song.
And hey, let's give credit where credit is due. I will admit that Pete Wentz is a tool and he has become a product of the record labels and the fame. But before the fame I was a slave for Pete's words. He used to be so eloquent with words. So much so that he made me want to hate someone as much as he did when he wrote the cd "Take This to Your Grave". If it helped me to write better, I wanted to be heart broken and wrecked ("Stop burning bridges, drive off them so I can froget about you"). And the EP "My Heart Will Always Be the B-Side to My Tongue" (aka I will always say what I feel never what my head tells me I should say). Just the title made me say "Why can't I write like that! Oh and there's Justin Pierre of Motion City Soundtrack. He never fails to make me gasp for air at the words that he sings. And Nate Ruess formerly of the Format. Words fail me in describing how "Inverntions and Lullabies" and "Dog Problems" makes me feel, so I'll just leave it at that.

Since I have my 2 front teeth...

All I want for Christmas is...

A leather jacket. (BACK OFF PETA! I don't have time for you)

-Because I can dress it up.
-rock it out.
-or just grab a bright colored hoodie and be totally casual.
It's reasonable for me to want this.

Some Doc Marten Boots.
Beacuse look at how cute they would look with my leather jacket.

That is all.

The Holidays are upon us.

And it wouldn't it be the holidays without some family drama right? Right. I'll spare you the details and tell you that as of Thanksgiving night at 9pm my family will not be spending Christmas eve, Christmas day, New Year's Eve or New Year's day together. I'm talking about my extended family. I thought the drunken fight just added a little flavor to the night but apparently it was more like someone put too much salt in the mixture. But aside from the fight and the stupid rumors that were brought up again, I was thankful for a lot of things. And although things have not been going the way that I would have hoped and things aren't easy right now I am still thankful for so many things.

I am thankful for...

the internet
my besties
my phone
my toilet
my running water
my mom
my dad
the food we have on our table everynight
the books i have to keep me entertained
my cousins
my cousins babies
my cousins pregnant girlfriend
my aunts (Ana, Rosa Elena, Chela, Evelia)
my uncle Francisco
my ipod
my little sister
my little brother
my big sister
my bed
my faith
my patience
the gym
the scriptures
my communication with my Heavenly Father
my singles ward friends
my TV
aaaand the 3 months of free HBO/Starz/Showtime/Encore!

Sibling Dependency

I have pin pointed my dependency on Noemi back to my first homework assignment. I was in Pre-K, all I had to do was to color a picture of a clown holding some balloons. I finished my homework and showed it to my dad. And here comes Noemi and says "Vickie, you have to outline it first then color it. Here give it to me, it looks ugly but I can fix it." How was I supposed to color ever again without her there to fix it when I mess up. And when she left, how was I supposed to dress myself without her there to fix my outfit if it didn't match.

I did it though. I still love her and want her here with me but I don't need her anymore. I am one step closer to being independant.

Perfume: The Story of a Murderer

He also directed Run Lola, Run and one of the shorts in Paris, je t'aime ("Faubourg Saint-Denis"). Stars Alan Rickman, Dustin Hoffman and Ben Whishaw.

This movie is about a guy, Jean-Baptiste Grenouille. He was born with a strong olfactory sense. The story follows Jean from birth. He grows up in an orphanage and then sold to a tannery. Since these are the 2 places he has ever been, the first time he goes to the city is incredible for him because he smells so many different things, like spices which he has never smelled before, and women. He smells one in particular and he falls in love with her scent. He accidentally kills her and from then his goal in life is to learn how to capture scent. He starts to work for a perfumist in that city but he moves to another city where they can teach him more about capturing a scent. He figures it out and he begins to kill women for their scent.
The movie is beautiful because it give smell an image. Does that makes sense? The director did a good job in putting images in the right place so that you could somewhat understand what Jean was smelling. The thing about this movie though was that it got kind of weird at the end. I didn't like the end and I think they should have just wrapped it up sooner that it did. The movie became a tall-tale without warning and it was very unsatisfying. If you watch the movie you'll understand what I'm talking about. I wouldn't watch it again and if I decided to tell someone else to watch it I'd tell them to turn it off as soon as he gets caught (I'm not spoiling anything, they show some of this at the beginning of the movie). So in conclusion, I liked everything but the end.

Blindness

I've been watching a lot movies lately because we get, Starz, ShoTime, HBO, Encore, and Sundance for free (aaaand I don't have friends). I will tell you about these movies so I have something else to do.

In the movie Blindness the world suffers an epidemic of "white blindness", where the infected see nothing but white. They describe it to be like "someone turned on all the lights". The epimedic is highly contagious and soon the first people to go blind are put into quarantine in an old mental hospital. Julianne Moore plays the wife of an eye doctor, Mark Ruffalo. She seems to be the only in the world that is immune to the "blindness". She lives in quarantine with her husband and hides the fact that she can see. After being in quarantine for some time, the people in this place create a sort of nation. The stronger ones (ward 3) prey on the weak. Ward 3 begin to hoard food and ask the weaker ones to pay for the food. They are just power hungry, hateful people. Once they run out of possesions to trade for food things turn for the worse and the good people are forced to do unthinkable things. The story is gruesome but it's realistic as far as human nature goes. It shows the audience that sometimes we are not in control of everything and that if we want to survive we have to believe in something bigger than ourselves. The movie was terrifying and I had to force myself to keep watching it because it was really sad, but the end was so great and I was really glad I finished it. It literally gave me chills. I don't know that I would watch it again because it made me really sad but I do recommend it.

Surprise me.

If you don't expect anything from anyone, then they can't dissapoint you.

But then how do you explain the wise words of Goethe? "Treat a man as he is, he will remain so. Treat a man the way he can be and ought to be, and he will become as he can be and should be."

I try not to expect anything from anyone because people will always let you down, but then there are those that surprise you everytime. And of course there are those that will never surprise you.

Back to basics

I've been in a music rut lately (a social rut also, but that's a story for another day). I can't listen to new music because it doesn't grab my attention. It doesnt sound attractive to me and sometimes I prefer the silene. Who am I?! I mean, I've been listening to new music and it's good, I like it. But for some reason I don't have the desire to keep it on. I have decided that maybe to get through this rut I need a change.
When I began my musical sally I started off likeing something less than punk. It was pop-punk. I loved Taking Back Sunday, Something Corporate, The Starting Line and the like. I am going back to them. I just can't help it. I just love them. And while I'm at it, there are a lot of CDs that I've lost that I loved when I was 15 that I must hunt down. I think this will help me.

But don't worry. I know there's more to life than CDs that I loved back then. I know that change can also mean that I could start listening to a different genre. And so I will tell you that I am exploring my options by letting my little sister teach me her musical ways. She listens to hip-hop, rap, r&b, latin pop, latin rock, latin dance and on occasion she will listen to, as she calls it, my "sleepy indie crap" (indie kids, don't be mad at her! she calls it this because she likes my reaction to her. I gasp, I turn around, I throw something at her and I scream IT'S NOT CRAP). So if next time you see me I have more hip hop in my ipod, don't think that I am crazy, I just need to make myself happy and this hip hop crap might do the trick. See ya on the other side!

Oh and speaking of going back to basics, I'm in love with black and white movies. And I'm in love with the idea of love in the 50s and 60s. I'm in love with the idea of falling in love with a stranger just because he says the right thing at the right time. Falling in love with a stranger because he helps you out somehow and he becomes your hero. Your eyes meet and your in love. That ridiculous idea of love? It's awful and it's stupid and it's never going to happen but, I love it.

A Dream Post

So there I was riding a horse. Learning how to control the reigns when something scared the horse and I fell off. I blacked out but when i came to the horse was standing on it's hind legs and talking. He was apologizing to me for throwing me off. I was like "horse, I'm ok!" and he was like "I thought you went into shock and I was scared because I didn't know what to do." Right when he finished saying that he fell to the floor and went into shock. I got up and I started running toward what looked like the Benson Building. Dani and I were running to look for some help. But Dani looked like she was 8. So I was running around the Benson looking for Noemi. I was out of breath and crying. I looked in a room and I saw Noemi so I knocked on the door and asked her teacher if I could see her. I was sobbing, I couldn't breathe i was trying to tell Noemi what was happening but she was coming at me like I was a kid. Then I realized that I was like 5 years old and Neomi didn't believe anything that I was saying about the horse. Her whole class was laughing and like "oh she's soooo cuuuute!" Then I woke up with a terrible stomach ache and I wanted to throw-up.

"you and your weird theories"

This is a List

1. I don't have friends. (meh... I don't care because it's easier this way)
2. I dyed my hair can you tell?
3. We moved finally.
4. We don't have hot water yet.
5. We don't have internet yet (i'm stealing this internet connection right now)
6. I miss my besties.
7. I miss my besties A LOOOOOT!!!
8. My little sister is black and she's got me talking black like her.
9. I don't have a bed yet.
10. My truck broke.
11. My truck got fixed.
12. I forgot how to write a blog.
13. Dani and I have good pillow talk. I talk she listens/asks questions
14. I miss my besties. Texting is just not enough.
15. Noemi has been out for 6 months. One year from now she will be back.
16. What to do for Halloween? Mexican Club? Home alone with scary movies (no candy)? Try and go out with people from church? To dress up or not dress up, that is the question.
17. Hey Jealousy, whats up?
18. Cold weather would be nice.
19. New heels for the fall
20. General Conference? Ok, thank you!

The One Where Chandler Can't Smile

If you don't already know, I am a big fan of F.r.i.e.n.d.s. I can relate any conversation to friends. I will chuckle to myself or I will say to my friends "Yeah! Like in that one Friends episode where blah blah blah was like....." Alright so Marion and I would often talk about that one episode where Chandler couldn't smile I told her about how this one time Noemi was taking family pictures and we could not get my dad to smile! He was doing exactly what Chandler was doing and Noemi and I were Laughing so hard! Marion, here is the picture that I promised to show you of my dad.

First Try

Second Try "DAD!! c'mon why are you smiling like that?!"
Dad: "Like WHAT?! F..."



Third try was finally better but we knew there was someway to make him give us a good smile. This was also after we showed him how he was smiling in the first 2.



And the fourth was a candid shot. Fianlly! They look good huh?

"Quien te ama mas que yo cosita linda?"

My family is moving again. That means a new place, new roads, new scenery. I don't care too much, I don't have strong ties here. The only one I had was Heather but she'll be busy doing school. Dani and I painted our room while my parents painted the living room. I'm kind of excited for this new place. We haven't even started packing yet.

My brother listens to this band from the Dominican Republic or Puerto Rico. They sing Bachata which is really fun and easy to dance to. (this video was the least sensual I could find. The dance has a sensual nature to it as do most latin dances but this one is especially sensual cus it's more modern. IF you watch the video the end gets dumb so don't watch all of it.) Anyway. This band, Aventura, is really good! (don't judge me). It's fun to listen to, even though sometimes I catch myself thinking "Why am I listening to this!?" Mostly it's good stuff. Their lyrics are very romantic, like most latin music. Sometimes it's really cheesy and other times I'm all like "Dayummmm. that sucks." So here's my favorite song of their's right now.

Fun. is coming to the Drunken Unicorn and even if I have to go by myself I WILL go.

Talia is leaving next Wednesday for BYU so tomorrow we're going to AMC Fork & Screen. Lunch and a movie on La-Z-Boy type seating? count me in! This should be fun. I'm really excited. It's only $6 and i hear the menu is not too expensive either. I'll tell you how it goes.

I really miss my friends. Even my wandering friends.

"Dinner time is family time!"

chiles mulatos
chiles pasilla
chiles anchos
lard
3 garlic cloves
2 medium sized onions
2 dried tortilas
1/2 baguette
Raisins
Almonds
2 cloves
1 stick of cinnamon
sesame seeds (ajonjolí= my favorite word of this recipe)
black pepper
chocolate
tomatoes
sugar
all of that yields this awesome sauce called Mole. Doesn't look good in pictures but it tastes awesome! That's on the menu for tonight's dinner.

CHANGE BACK! CHANGE BACK!

Today I miss my friends that have changed.
I miss my "good" friends. not like good friends but my friends that were good natured and had morals. (not morales)
I miss the ones that were genuine
and nice
I miss the ones I could talk to at 3am if I couldn't sleep.
I guess today I just feel like what's the point in having friends if they are all going to change.

I want to go back to my friends in Rexburg. Already?
Yes. Already. All ready.

Home Again

I walked out of the airport and I was soaked with all the humidity. Lucky me. It was raining. I like being home but why must my mother drag me out of bed!?!?! I'm ready to go back to rexburg.

"The interior like suicide wrist red"

This song is just so good. It makes me just want to dance, you know what I mean? When you find a song like this it's so rare and you have to just keep playing it and playing it. Over and over.


"Drop It Like It's Hot"

When the pimp's in the crib ma
Drop it like it's hot
When the pigs try to get at ya
Park it like it's hot
And if a nigga get a attitude
Pop it like it's hot
I got the rolly on my arm and I'm pouring Chandon
And I roll the best weed cause I got it going on

[Pharrell Williams]
Uh! I'm a nice dude, with some nice dreams
See these ice cubes, see these Ice Creams?
Eligible bachelor, million dollar boat
That's whiter than what's spilling down your throat
The Phantom, exterior like fish eggs
The interior like suicide wrist red
I can excercise you, this can be your Phys. Ed
Cheat on your man ma, that's how you get ahizzead
Killer wit the beat, I know killers in the street
Wit the steel that'll make you feel like Chinchilla in the heat
So don't try to run up on my ear talking all that raspy shit
Trying to ask me shit
When my niggaz fill ya vest they ain't gon pass me shit
You should think about it, take a second
Matter fact, you should take four B
And think before you fuck wit lil skateboard P

I'm a gangsta, but y'all knew that
Da Big Bo$$ Dogg, yeah I had to do that
I keep a blue flag hanging out my backside
But only on the left side, yeah that's the Crip side
Ain't no other way to play the game the way I play
I cut so much you thought I was a DJ
[scratches] "two!" - "one!" - "yep, three!"
S-N double O-P, D-O double G
I can't fake it, just break it, and when I take it
See I specialize in making all the girls get naked
So bring your friends, all of y'all come inside
We got a world premiere right here, now get live!
So don't change the dizzle, turn it up a little
I got a living room full of fine dime brizzles
Waiting on the Pizzle, the Dizzle and the Shizzle
G's to the bizzack, now ladies here we gizzo

I'm a Bad Boy, wit a lotta ho's
Drive my own cars, and wear my own clothes
I hang out tough, I'm a real Bo$$
Big Snoop Dogg, yeah he's so sharp
On the TV screen and in the magazines
If you play me close, you're on a red beam
Oh you got a gun so you wanna pop back?
AK47 now nigga, stop that!
Cement shoes, now I'm on the move
Your family's crying, now you on the news
They can't find you, and now they miss you
Must I remind you I'm only here to twist you
Pistol whip you, dip you then flip you
Then dance to this motherfucking music we crip to
Subscribe nigga, get yo issue
Baby come close, let me see how you get loose!

Danielle Morales-Gomez

So I wasn't going to write about my little sister cus I've written about her already and I was getting tired of writing about my family but lately, I miss her. I'll tell you about her.

Danielle Morales-Gomez
Born September 1, 1996.

Her name is Danielle, not Daniela (which is what I thought it was until she was like 10). She's the only one of us kids that doesn't have a middle name.

When my mom was pregnant with her my parents went to the doctor to get an ultra sound to find out her gender. Every time the doctor would move that thing, my little sister would turn over so that the doctor couldn't see what she was. After 2 trips to the doctor with no luck my mom gave up and decided to let it be a surprise. We were all hoping for a boy, just because there was already me and Noemi so we wanted it to be even; but no. It was a little girl! She had a blue crib with blue wallpaper around the crib on the wall. It wasn't a boy but, boy were we excited for her. She was the cutest baby ever! Before she turned one she would hold out her little arm flick her wrist downward and say "Hello darling!" No one in my family remembers that she used to do this but I remember and I remember everyone that knew she could do that would tell her to do it like 10 times! She was sooooo cute. Sometime after she turned 2 or 3 she got really sick. She was puking everywhere and she couldn't keep anything down not even Pediasure. She was getting dehydrated and she was barfing all the water we gave her so we couldn't help her. My parents took her to the children's hospital. We had just been baptized and I think this was one of the big trials as new members. My parents called the bishop and the bishop called a few other members and they gave my little sister a blessing. One of the members from the ward took us to their house and we stayed the night there. I remember praying that my sister would get better but I also remember thinking that, that day may have been the last time I would see my little sister alive. Obviously she's not dead and I am so thankful that she's not. I love that little girl so much. Between you and me she's my second favorite. She's super funny, sometimes funnier than me, if you can believe that! HA. Sometimes she thinks she's black but most of the time she's just herself. She's still really impressionable but for the most part she knows who she is and i like that. Some of my favorite quotes come from her. When we get together we are a riot. But only if she's not being a brat and cranky with everyone. She's got my parents wrapped around her little finger. She's really really shy but if you can get her to be comfortable around you, you're in for a treat. She reminds me a lot of me. When I'm out here I can't wait to go home and hang out with her. I love talking on the phone with her because she tells me all the latest gossip and she's funny. She speaks spanish pretty well so her and my dad get along really well like me and my dad get along. The three of us together are sooooo funny! When we are together we make fun of everyone in our family and we give them funny nick names that they hate. I have to try really hard to get her to dance with me because she thinks I'm weird but when she starts dancing we have so much fun.

I like Katelyn cus she's funny

She likes me cus I laught at her jokes.

Katelyn: Can I wear this on campus?
Me: Yeah, that's fine.
Katelyn: It's not too short?
Me: I don't think so.
Erica: It's leggy
Me: I think it's fine but don't ask me, I'm kind of a slut.
Katelyn: *whisper* I know that's why I asked you.

2 posts in one day!?

It's Leah's fault. Doesn't she know I can't resist answering questions about myself?

1. What's your favorite non-food/ supporting food (e.g. ice cream cones (the cone itself), whipped cream, marshmallow creme)? oreo's and milk, mostly just the oreo though, I drink the milk fast so I can have my last oreo by itself.

2. Favorite book pre-high school?
Number the Stars by Lois Lowry. It's a book about this little girl, her family and her best friends in the holocaust.

3. Whose handwriting do you envy?
No one's. I like my own handwriting.

4. What does your blog title mean/ where did it come from?
I started a blog in highschool and I didn't want any of my friends to know about it so I thought it would be clever if "how did you get here?" was the first thing that they saw. But then when I started this one I liked the last one but I wanted to change it. "How did we get here?" is a pretty philosophical question so yeah.

5. Favorite chore (or least hated):
Doing the dishes. All by hand. Putting the dishes in the dishwasher is not what I am talking about, I hate that.
6. What's your favorite kind of chip (baking and dipping)?
Chocolate Chips. I like just tortilla chips.

7. Favorite animal (mythological and real)?
Myth: Pegasus Real: Tigers

Felipe Saul Morales Gomez

Born: July 27, 1996

My mom was was pregnant with a child that her and my dad had already named Saul. She had a stillbirth and my mom's doctor said the best thing for her to do was try to get pregnant again. I vaguely remember my being mom being pregnant the first time but not really. So i think like 2 or 3 years later my mom got pregnant again. It was a boy again and my dad swears that it's the same spirit. They named him Felipe Saul Morales. I remember when my mom got back from the hospital with him. I was so excited to play with him! Him and Noemi were buddies and I was kinda left out. Whatever. He had a short fuse and I would make him mad because he was funny when he was mad but my mom would get so mad at me for making him mad. When he was first potty trained he refused to use the toilet and he just peed off of porch. Then he went through a phase where he liked to watch things fall off of high places. He used to drop his toys from our porch and then run out and pick them all up just so he could do it again. Then when he got bored he would just leave them out there so my dad go mad at him and told him he couldn't do it anymore. He started dropping his toys from the top of our hallway to the bottom floor hallway. Then he wasn't allowed to do that either. So he moved on to being obsessed with his toy's heads being in the middle. I accidentally started that. He had gotten a new toy and I wanted to check it out so I asked if I could see it; he wouldn't let me so I was like "well I just want to put his head straight forward. In the middle." After that before he would play with his toys and before he put them away he would make sure the heads were in the "middle". He would ask everyone to make sure that the heads were in the middle. One day I got really mad at him for something and I took all his toys and twisted their heads so that they were not in the middle. He FREAKED out! He screamed and cried and through a fit.
Now he's a pretty cool guy, I guess. He's mean to his sisters but I hear that boys grow out of that. I hope he does. He's the class clown and everyone loves him. Grown ups that are not teachers LOVE him. He's really friendly and he's such a flirt. Girls love him. Teachers stereotype him because he's mexican and half the things that they accuse him of are rediculous. But when he tries to defend himself he makes things worse for himself so one time I had to teach him that no matter what he says people are always going to believe the teacher so he has to be careful what he says. He's doing better now that he's in High School in Atlanta because I think the teachers there are less racist. One time my Young Woman's teacher made the mistake of telling my parents that he was going to end up in jail. I hated her after that. She had absolutely no reason to say that about him. All he did was pee in her next door neighbor's lawn, he thought it would be rude to pee in her lawn. So in the fall my cell phone was cancelled and so my parents told me I could have his phone. I've had his phone for about 6 months now and I STILL get phone calls from withheld numbers and they sound more or less like this:
Girl: hehehe *giggle* *giggle* omg hello? hehe (in the background) Omg he answered. you talk to him!!
Me: hello?
Girl: (muffled because her hand is over the reciever.)hehehehe oh my gosh!!
Me: HELLO!!!
Girls: Hello? Felipe? hi!
Me: no, this isn't his phone anymore.
Girl: Oh really :(
Me: yes, this hasn't been his phone since January. This is his older sister.
Girl: (emabarassed) ohhhhk bye

Text from **nAuGhTy gUrL**: What if we kissed? (crazy Marion are you texting my brother?)

He's kinda crazy and he is not afraid to get hurt. This one time there was this cop living in the apartment complex and my brother and him were buddies so the cop took my brother and his friends paint ballin'. It was Felipe and his friends against the Cop and at the end my brother was the last one standing. He was as good as the cop and all of his friends were like afraid to run around one of his friends was so scared he just took a paint ball and and broke it on himself so he didnt have to play anymore. Thought that was a funny story.

I can't wait till he likes me enough to not yell at me and call me names. I think it will be fun.

Guadalupe Noemi Morales Gomez

I know this is a bad picture but that is Noemi on the left. She has her hair buzzed. Allow to me explain.

Born: March 31, 1987

Guadalupe Noemi Morales Gomez. Her first name is also my grandmother's name and her middle name is also my aunt's name. She was born 1 year and a month after my parents got married. We used to call her Mimi until her and I started middle school. She was a brat and when she was about the age in the picture she used to sing and dance at family parties. Our uncle would start sing with her and she would yell "YOU DON'T SING!! YOU DON'T SING!!" When he would stop singing she would continue. Has everyone heard the story about MY 5th birthday party? BRAT. About that picture: one night my cousin was getting his hair buzzed and she was jealous. She begged and pleaded my mom to buzz her hair too. She cried and she pouted until my mom actually buzzed her hair.
We became best friends in middle school. But before that she would KILL me if she ever found me in her room and she never wanted to play with me. I hated her.
She is currently on a mission and this is the first time that I have been without her since I was born. I miss her so much and I can't wait for to get back. Or for her emails on Mondays. She's so awesome. During our "show" years she used to get us backstage allll the time just cus she was cute and she was easy to talk to. She gets scared easily and whenever she has a nightmare she always crawls into my bed. I miss her.

La Familia Morales-Gomez

Ok so I got the idea to blog about my family from Marion. The only difference is that I don't talk about my family at all. When I do mention my brother or sister friends always say "Oh Vickie you have a little brother/little sister? cute!" Sometimes they even say "Oh Vickie, you have parents?" and sometimes I hear "Bickie no tiene madre" (< that one was funny only if you are Mexican)

I'll start with my parent because I do in fact have those.

My parents met because my mom's gay uncle had a crush on my dad and he invited my dad on a business trip to Guanajuato and to visit his family. On this first visit said Uncle wanted my dad to date my Aunt Ana so they went on a date kinda, they just walked around the little town. Later my dad went with this uncle again for another business trip and this time he met my mom. They dated. My dad was in with her family. My mom met my dad's parents and my grandma said to my dad "you should marry her." My grandpa LOVED her more than any of his kids. They had been dating for 3 months. My dad went to mom's house to ask her dad for her hand in marriage (how romantic) they said yes...like 2 or 3 hours later they were civilly married. He went up for the weekend and wanted to take her home with him but her parents probably would not have allowed it so they got married so she could go home to Mexico City with my dad. Later they had a big huge wedding in the Catholic Church. So my mom used to have this guy that was in LOVE with her. Said guy's name was Miguel Angel (Michael Angelo yeah?). He was a family friend and he volunteered to drive her to the church. Little did anyone know he wanted to kidnap her! My mom was 3 hours late for her wedding because of this guy. Side note -- 2 years ago said dude came to the states with his family because he is a family friend, he pulled my mom aside while at a family party and told her that he was still in love with her after all these years and that he would leave his wife and kids for her if she wanted. creep-- I digress. So my dad is standing at the alter waiting for my my mom, meanwhile people are starting to talk and getting restless. In mexico when people get married the groom and the groom's men wear the same exact suit and you can tell who the groom is because they pin a flower to his suit. By hour 2 my grandmother walked up to my dad at the alter and took his flower off so that he wouldn't be embarassed. Finally my mom got to the church 3 hours later. I don't know exactly what happened those 3 hours that she was gone because I've never asked her but I imagine they were spent arguing with Miguel Angel and trying to convince to take her to the church. A year later they had their first baby and they named her Guadalupe Noemi Morales. Named after both my grandmother and my aunt. When I asked my dad why he married my mom he told me that it was because he knew he was never going to find anyone like her again if he didn't marry her. Very logical. When I asked my mom how she knew that he was the one she said that the first time they kissed it was different that all the other guys she had kissed. Very emotional.

I have decided to write this in multiple blog entries first because i KNOW you don't want to read more right now, second because i'm bored and third because the others I think would be just as long as this if not longer.

I am in a good mood today!
I don't know why and I won't try and look for an answer all I know is that I wanted to be happy and I am! So easy!

What was that now? You want to fight me? OK!!

Remember when I blogged about how I was going to fight my roommates? Well it's a new semester, new rooommates, new friends, new people's asses to kick.

R0oMiEs!!!
Please remember that I would never fight you for no good reason. Or would I?

Katelyn: She's my room roommate. I would run into my room wait for her by the door and at the right time I would slam the door in her face. I won't just swing the door but I would most literally hit her with the door. She would be a little woozy from that but I believe she would still try to hit me so I would punch her in the face slam her face into the wall, Bam! Done

Erica: She's scrappy. But I can take her. We would be in the kitchen because she is so domestic. I would grab a pan and hit her over the head with it she'd fall to the floor unconcious and I would kick her only once though. Bam! Done.

Dareece: Homegirl is straight up hood so I KNOW she fights dirty! She'd come at me with her fingernails but I would go for her hoop earings and her hair. Since she'd be swinging I would punch her straight in the face. It would slow her down and then I would tackle her and knock the wind out of her. But she'd be packin' heat so she would pull it out and I would yell "IF YOU POINT THAT GUN AT ME YOU BETTER PULL THE TRIGGER!!!!" Bam! Done.

Beth: Oh gosh, I'm scared of her! Can we move on? maybe I could get a punch or 2 in but it wouldn't hurt her. I would run. Unless I had a bat, then we can talk.

Carolyn: I would kick her in the shins. Then I would get behind her and kick her in the back of the knees so that she falls to the ground I would kick her in the face Bam! Done.

BeStIeS!!
Boston: She's short and I believe she would also fight dirty so mostly I would do the same as with Dareece. Except once I knocked the wind out of her I would have to sit on her to keep her from coming at me again! Boston wouldn't quit.

Marion: I'd just punch her as many times as I could. I think we would go at for awhile but then I would grab her arm twist it behind her back and scream "SAY UNCLE AND APOLOGIZE!!!!" Bam! Done.

WHO WANTS TO FIGHT ME NOW!!!!!!????

I'll Let You Sleep Tonight

I haven't had a good dream in a long time. I miss my dreams. I hate dreamless nights but I think that those are the nights that you sleep really well. Correct me if this is false.

The Day of My Birth Was A Happy Time

I love my birthday. the end.


Just kidding!
Thank you to those of you that spent the day/night with me. I really appreciate it. I really did think that this year was going to be a bad b-day. You know because Noemi isn't here and although I did miss her a lot I had an awesome time! Thank you friends! I can't thank you enough! The festivities are not even over, so says Katelyn! Cinco de Mayo is coming up. It's the one day of the year that I tell people that I am in fact Mexican as opposed to telling them that I am American Indian, Indian, Phillipino, Hawaiian, Papua New Guinean or anything else that I may have said. We should drink to the festivities of a made up holiday that mexicans don't really celebrate. But because I get attention I will humor you silly americans. I will also humor this holiday because I know that it will make Tom so mad that I get more attention than he does.

tequila shots on tuesday then?

Growing up Mexican

Growing up I always heard really silly things come out of my parent's mouths.

Example #1: Whenever they saw a "Now hiring" sign they would anounce it--you know, in case you had a friend or a 2nd cousin once removed that needed a job-- but what I heard them say was "Now Hiding". And I would say to them "O_O WHO'S HIDING? mom, who's hiding? why are they hiding!? please tell me." but no one would tell me because they had no idea why I wanted to know who was hiring, it's not like I needed a job when I was six. It wasn't until I was in middle school that I learned the definition of the word hiring that I understood that no one was hiding...

Example #2: The ever so wonderful Mute button on the TV. My dad loves that button. One day he says (in spanish) "Vickie, do you know how to say that word?" and I don't know how to read so I say "no, how do you say it?" And he says "mootee, that's how you say it" It was logical for him to think that was how it was said because in spanish you spell a word exactly the way it sounds and vice versa. I never questioned my dad on how to say the word Mute until I was at a friend's house one time and I asked where the "mootee" button was on their remote...Needless to say, I was embarassed and I hated my dad.

Example #3: In spanish when someone is bugging you or someone is annoying you would use the verb "molestar". One day my cousin came home telling my mom that there was this girl in his class that bothered him at recess and she wanted her to stop so my mom told him that she would talk to his teacher. So as my cousin and I are being dropped off at school she gets out of the car to talk to the teacher and my mom says to the teacher "There is a girl at recess that keeps molesting him, do you think you can talk to her about this?" the teacher says "Molesting him!? Oh of course we'll talk to her!!" The teacher walks away and I say to my mom "mom, I don't think thats how you say that, I think you meant to say 'bothering him'" and my mom says "oh i know that word too but I can also say molesting" I had never heard this word used before and I thought my mom was just using spanglish. It wasn't until I was like in High School that I learned about the word "molesting" and the bad conotation that it has. How emabarrasing.

Other smaller silly examples: instead of saying "leave the girl/boy alone" my dad says "leave alone the girl". I once tried to teach my mom the difference between the words: wood, would, and good. The only difference my mom made in pronouncing those words was...well nothing she pronounces them all like "good". One time my mom asked the elders "do you want me to ride you?" instead of "do you want a ride?". My dad instead of asking for a "texas toast" he asked for a "texas ranger".

Seasons

Seasons exist because of the tilt of the Earth's axis

Danielle Morales

That is my little sister.
I was just sitting here drinking the rest of my Coca-Cola Classic that I had for lunch and I was thinking how yummy it is. Then I remembered this story about my little sister. When she was like 4, something was wrong with her insides and so she was not alowed to drink Coke but she loved it so much. My dad was selfish and he kept buying them and he would have one for every meal and 1 or 2 in between meals. This made my little sister so sad because she loved coke so much and she couldn't have any. Sometimes my dad would feel so bad for her that he would wait for my mom to turn around and then he would give her a sip or 2. She would smile so big. The coke can would touch her hands and slowly she would bring the can closer to her lips. I could swear that as the can got closer to her lips it would shake because of her excitement. She would tilt her head back and once the liquid touched her little lips she would make a noise that sounded like pure ecstasy. She put the can down and with her eyes still closed there was a sigh, a sigh of relief. Like that small sip of coke was all she needed to go on with her life. She loved coke so much.
I miss my little sister. She is so awesome, the end.

just a post

new friends are bomb!

old friends are still as good as ever

favorite saying for the weekend "remember when..."

"Them be fightin' words"

Apparently boys think about fighting people.
I've never really thought about it until today when Tom and I had a lovely conversation about fighting people.

I'll just tell you what my game plan would be for my roommates since they are the people I see the most.

Debra- She's tall. Way tall. So I think I would give her a dead leg so she'd fall on the floor and then I'd kick her in the face. Done!

Jeri- Her hair is really pretty but it's long and that gives me the advantage. I would grab her by the hair and hold her head and punch her. After that she would just cry and be mad and walk away. Done!

Liz- I don't think I could beat her up. But I could get some punches in. I think in this fight we would go at it till we got tired.

Laura- She's my height and our hair is the same length. She is a beast! Have you ever seen the girl play Basketball!? or futbol for that matter! I would be scared to fight her but I think I could come out on top... With her I think I would Punch her in the throat so that she would stop flailing her arms and then I would punch her in the face and give her a dead leg. And maybe kick her in the stomach. Done!

déjà senti

is the smelling variation of déjà vu.

There's the smell of a certain soap that reminds me of living in Mexico. I swear it does. I was only 2 years old when we moved out of Mexico but I swear that when I smell this soap the first thing that pops into my head is Mexico.

Summer of '06, I had just graduated high school and I hung out with Peter EVERY single day. And every day he would spray himself with axe. Every single day for 4 months I would smell his axe. And now whenever I smell this axe it takes me back to that summer. I think of Peter and his red 4runner. I think of swimming in Heather's pool and riding Heather's horse. I think of "Cute without the "e" cut from the team" by Taking Back Sunday. And I think about the Northopointe Mall and sometimes I even think about steak 'n' shake.

The smell of 8 o'clock in the morning after a midnight thunderstorm reminds me of the last day of school in 8th grade. The smell of morning time in general reminds me of school k-12.

The smell of Usher's cologne reminds me of my brother.

The smell of skunk reminds me of Idaho and when I'm in GA I don't smell it very often so I miss it.

The smell of coffee reminds me of California

The smell of leather reminds me of my aunt and her tour bus (ask me about her tour bus later!!!)

The smell of babies reminds me of my little sister Dani.

The smell of old spice deoderant reminds me of my dad.

The smell of make-up reminds me of my mom.

And as of this semester the smell of hairspray will always remind me of my roommate Liz Ostler

Muse(ic)

these are my favorite songs of this week! i LOVE THEM!!!!




"But i got a sweet tooth that'll never come loose and the truth of the matter is..."


"I don't know if you can dance, if the thought ever ocurred to you, if you eat what you've been given or push it around your plate, I'd like to cool for you just the same if you want to, I am game."

also i think Lisa Hannigan looks like Leah...just sayin

"there are years that ask questions and years that answer"

-Zora Neales Hurston

For me though, its more like "there are weeks that ask questions and weeks that answer"
Last week the question was "Can you get through this?" I prayed all the time that I would be able to get through it. I prayed at night, on the way to the library, on the way back, on the way to class and during class. I knew I could do it but once I got to the weekend the question was more like "you're doing a good job but let's change things up, Can you get though it NOW?!"

This week was my answer. I made it! I made it through last week and the weekend. Oh this week was wonderful! It was filled with time that last week I did not have. But don't think I forgot to be thankful. Next week might ask the same question or it could be an answer. I guess we'll see.

I'm currently reading Their Eyes Were Watching God by Zora Neale Hurston and I just finished reading The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald. I really like The Great Gatsby. I forgot how good it is. And so far I like "Their Eyes Were Watching God".

Brittlestick by Fields

"anyone's any was all to her"

Happy Valentine's Weekend!
I love Valentine's day! but this year I feel like its going to last all weekend!
I don't know why people say they hate this holiday. Ever since elementary school its been my favorite day of the whole year! I LOVE it. Forget Christmas and Halloween!
Here's a poem for you guys by E. E. Cummings. I LOVE this poem its the best love poem that I have read in a really long time! If you want to discuss the meaning of this poem, please do so!

Anyone Lived in a Pretty How Town

by E. E. Cummings
anyone lived in a pretty how town
(with up so floating many bells down)
spring summer autumn winter
he sang his didn't he danced his did

Women and men(both little and small)
cared for anyone not at all
they sowed their isn't they reaped their same
sun moon stars rain

children guessed(but only a few
and down they forgot as up they grew
autumn winter spring summer)
that noone loved him more by more

when by now and tree by leaf
she laughed his joy she cried his grief
bird by snow and stir by still
anyone's any was all to her

someones married their everyones
laughed their cryings and did their dance
(sleep wake hope and then)they
said their nevers they slept their dream

stars rain sun moon
(and only the snow can begin to explain
how children are apt to forget to remember
with up so floating many bells down)

one day anyone died i guess
(and noone stooped to kiss his face)
busy folk buried them side by side
little by little and was by was

all by all and deep by deep
and more by more they dream their sleep
noone and anyone earth by april
wish by spirit and if by yes.

Women and men(both dong and ding)
summer autumn winter spring
reaped their sowing and went their came
sun moon stars rain

Van Gogh and the Gypsie

I had another note worthy dream last night. It was like a movie.

I'm in the Snake River tubing. It's me, my mom, Noemi and Debra. It's incredibly easiy to swim in the river even though the current is really strong. It feels so good to be able to swim with no effort at all. I end up losing everyone that I went there with so I swim upstream to find them. But I'm not swimming I'm flying and I pass over all these happy people and I feel the need to tell them that tubing alone is not fun. I find Noemi and Debra and they tell me that they lost my mom but they want to go anyway. I miss my mom so I want to stay and wait for her but I can't wait anymore. Flashforward I appear at my job in a city, I think it was supposed to be New York City. My building is big blue and all the staircases are spiral staircases. The walls are all a shade of blue and everything in the room is a cool color. I feel at peace when I walk in there. My boss is trying explaining to me what we do. She tells me that we are an advertising company and we are unique in that we get customers by predicting what other advertising companies are going to come up for their advertisement and then we show them our idea and we always do it better so we are a pretty famous company. I'm just the assisstant. The secretary comes in and says "excuse me boss, Van Gogh is waiting out here for his consultation" I get really excited because I have always wanted to me him. I look at my boss and I tell her that I will go get him and she says "wait you are going to need someone to help you, he can't really walk and he's fat." There's this other girl that volunteers to helps me with him. We go out there and there is a Blue guy with yellow hair (the same color scheme as Van Gogh's drawing of the flowers) So i figure it's Van Gogh but when I asked him he just pointed at this short fat old man laying on our couch like he owns the place. My boss tell me that I can go home now if I wanted because Van Gogh was going to be there the whole time and he was difficult. I leave and I end up meeting up with some friends. We all get into a car and we go do donuts in what we think is an abandoned construction site. As we are doing donuts I look up through the back windshield and I see Jude Law looking down at us from a pole at the construction site (he was a worker) and so I smiled at him and he smiled back and I fell in love with him. We left. A few days later we went back to that same construction site and we did donuts again. I looked up again in hopes that he would be there again and he was! I yelled to my friends "There he is! He smiled at me again! I'm in love with him!" and then him and the other workers threw paint on the car to get us out of there. Since we were doing donuts the paint made beautiful swirly designs on the window and I fell in love with the colors.

I went back to my job and I sat next to this old lady with her granddaughter. On the opposite side of the room was a really attractive young man. The grandmother was a gypsie and she thought the young man and her granddaughter should be in love so she cast a spell to make them fall in love. They looked at each other and you could see that the spell had worked. We are now outside in an allyway that looks really dusty (it more or less looked like this). The grandaughter is walking towards the young man and a bus passes by and instead of going with the young man she walks into a door in the wall that was not there before. Later in my dream I found out that her walking into this door was a metaphor for her dying. She got run over by the bus. The young man learns to live with this. Years pass and I am babysitting a little girl. I see the Gypsy Grandmother when I am at the park watching this little girl. The Gypsy Grandmother comes over to me and she tells me that this little girl has the spirit of her grandaughter and that because her grandaughter didn't get to love the young man she is back to love him however she can. Cue the young man who is now older. The little girl I am baby sitting runs to him and she acts like this guy is her brother but I haven't seen him since the Granddaughter died. I watch them walk away hand in hand into the sunset.

Last night my dream was really vivid!

So there I am laying in my bed...I'm having this dream that Tom (but it looks like Zach) is in my room and he's coming at me. He was trying to grab me out of my bed and so I kick them. I was half awake and I really actually kicked! I hit my foot on my desk and I kicked pretty hard beacuase I was scared. I thought I broke my toe it hurt so bad!

They Won't Love Me Like You Love Me

Over the years I have learned that sometimes your feelings are for sharing and sometimes your feelings are for yourself because they are silly feelings. I owe this knowledge in great part to my friend Peter. He taught me to be patient and that sometimes it's not ok to get mad at people. I used to get really mad at people and hold grudges. Now I take a step back and look at the whole picture (or most of it). When someone doesn't call me when they are supposed I don't get mad. Yes, it upsets me but what's the use in being mad? When it comes to friends, anger is a waste of time. That being said. I think that my roommates are angry that I have other friends.

 I'm used to being able to talk about the feelings that I think I should share. Noemi has taught me that when I need to share my feelings I can; and she won't hold a grudge for more than a day but with my roommates I'm afraid to tell them I have different plans for the night, let alone tell them that I don't like hanging out with the boys that they hang out with. They are all really pretty. Obviously pretty. And I am not. I'm not saying I'm ugly! I'm a good looking person I know that because I have heard it but with me, my personality is a lot of "me"(except black guys and mexican guys, they all just love me!). With them, guys first see how pretty they are then their personality is a plus. So needless to say, these guys like them more than they like me. I don't want these guys to like me. The way I am makes it easier for me to filter out people in my life that aren't good for me. These guys don't like my personality. They don't care much for the way I dress and they don't care that I like to read. They don't care that I love music. And my roommates don't see that. I'm always the odd man out. But my roommates don't get it. So when I tell them that I have different plans they get mad at me, but they won't tell me that they are mad at me because they are not Noemi. 

What a peculiar day

Last night I played guitar hero for I think 2 or 3 hours. Jeri and I got home at 2:30 am. It's not a good idea for me to go to sleep that late because it messes with my sleep schedule. So in hopes of keeping my sleep schedule somewhat normal I set an alarm on my phone for 10am but it turns out that I didn't need it. I woke up at around 9:30. No one was up yet so I just layed in my bed until my alarm went off. Then I heard some shuffling out in the living room so I got out of bed. Later we were all chilling in the living room and Debra was totally being rude to me! I don't know why!! She was calling me stupid because I didnt like Gringo's. She played it off like she was just kidding but she wasn't. I've seen her do this before to Laura, she'll be really mean and rude to her and then tell her she was kidding but later she'll tell me that she wasn't kidding at all. It was like that when she was calling me stupid. Then she told me to shut up and stop talking cus she was tired of hearing my voice. Again she said she was kidding but I didnt believe her so I just went to my room to do my homework. And now she is back to normal! I don't know what her deal was this morning but I wanted to cry because she is never mean to me.

I went to the gym and I watched a dime-size sweat spot grow into a huge sweat spot on some guy's back. I listened to VHS or Beta which is good to work out to.

Silky Smoov?

Males and females get into arguments about who has higher pain tolerance. Girls always think they have won the argument by saying "You wouldnt be able to have a baby!" or "Have you tried waxing!?" (I said "think they have won" because I think guys just get tired of arguing with us so they just quit) Let me tell you something, I will NEVER wax my legs again. I have some friends-- whom I will not name in case they care--that wax. I tried waxing my legs last night. I don't know how they do it! I applied the hot wax on my legs, I knew it was going to hurt so I told debra to pull the strip for me. Oh it hurt so bad I wanted to punch someone in the face. I looked at my leg and it was smooth except for the goose bumps that I had from the pain. So I thought "hey, beauty is pain! I can do this!" I thought wrong. I did a second strip and wanted to die. Debra kept telling me that she only did 2 strips too and then she stopped. I felt like a wimp so this time I thought "Its going to hurt but I think if I did my whole leg I'll feel very accomplished!" I put on the third strip and Debra ripped it off. This time I just got up and washed off the left over wax from my leg. I didn't care how good I would feel inside knowing I waxed one whole leg, it wasn't worth the outside pain! I was left with a patch of silky smooth leg. In conclusion...boys, more power to ya, I'll stick with shaving.

It took way too long for me to get here

I'm not going to type out what all happened on the way here because I don't want to anymore. I made it here alive and thats all that matters. I'm currently addicted to the Kings of Leon again after not listening to it for a good month. Its kind of weird that Noemi isn't here with me its like she's here but I just don't her, you know? Your probably don't. I really missed my friends Quinn, Tom and Zach. I forgot how awesome and funny and super unique they are! It's like I never left. I went to classes today and I talked to more new people today than I did all of last semester. I think people are much nicer in 2009. But also I think it might be me? HA. I miss GA already though. Well my friends there! I miss all the crazy girls and of course come sunday I will miss cage fighter (if there are no cage fighters in my ward).
I forgot how cold it is here and I forgot how much I hate the icy pavements.
I'm still jet lagged so I'm about to go to sleep

FUNNY!!

I've got some really good jokes to tell you!!
Remind me when we are face to face to tell you

1. The one about the Brick
2. The one about the whales
3. The one about the overheard conversation
4. The one about the man on the airplane