how did we get here?

100

2011-12-18T20:35:00.003-07:00

This, my dear friends, is my 100th post! I have been trying to think of something awesome to write about. Or maybe something sentimental, something that would have you in tears but alas I could not think of anything awesome or sentimental to blog about. I also thought about writing something super funny but I thought I would leave the funny blogging to one Tom Widdison. So instead I have decided to write a list. Just plain and simple. A list of 100 different things that I have thought about, that I have done, that I never thought I would do or that I hate. You don't have to read it all though but thanks for the attention thus far.

1. I've been thinking lately that 1 hour just isn't enough time these days
2. I never thought I would be the partial owner of a cat, being a dog person myself.
3. I never thought I would live to see the day where I have 2 semesters left of school.
4. I never thought I would be away from my family for 1 whole year.
5. I am missing Christmas with my family and for some reason that makes me feel so grown up.
6. How did I live life without reading Harry Potter until now.
7. I also feel grown up because Tomas and I grilled a Salmon!
8. 100 things is looking like a lot to jot down...
9. I now know first hand how sad my dad gets during the Holidays.
10. I really like that Adele song right now.
11. What am I going to do after I graduate. Everything that I have done and worked for has been leading up to my graduation and I don't know what I'm supposed to do.
12. I have to get married.
13. I miss my dog.
14. Sometimes you have to learn the hard way
15. I want to see the good everyone and usually they'll live up to it. Usually.
16. I got a journal to write in because I really want to be able to remember everything.
17. I forget to write in my journal
18. I want to make a quilt
19. I can't wait for next semester.
20. I can't wait to be warm
21. I've been listening to a lot of hip hop and r&b. So much so that I don't even know what Indie bands are anymore. jk. (am i?)
22. I started running and I became better at it than I was last year.
23. I love the walking dead
24. The age I will be this coming year. Should I make some goals? Nah. Soon I will have no purpose in life
25. I am looking forward to going home so that I can make money and shop till I drop.
26. I want new (awesome) shoes for graduation. I bought new shoes for high school graduation. I can't remember anything about that except my shoes and the feeling of accomplishment.
27. I never thought that I would love Gossip Girl as much as I love it right now.

Things I want for this year.

28. I want to be good. At everything that I want to be good at.
29. I want to be consistant.
30. I want to be a runner.
31. I want to be a good student.
32. I still want to get in a fight. A physical altercation, if you will. But let's be honest, that won't happen.
33. I want to be nicer to strangers.
34. i'm never going to get 100 and keep your interest so I'll just finish right meow.

Unlock the Answer for the Future

2011-11-14T00:28:00.004-07:00

My dad is coming to visit me!! Because I am so excited to see him I have been thinking about him a lot lately. I really miss him. He's the coolest dad ever and he's the funniest guy I've ever met. I've written about him before on this blog, I think, so I'll get to the point. The things that I have mostly been thinking about are the things that I have learned from him.

When I was a kid, I must have been 8 or 9, there was a lock floating around in my parents room. It was just a regular lock, the kind you have to have a combination for. The kind you turn to the right then the left then the right again. I didn't know what it was for but I was intrigued, probably because of it shiny peculiarity. One night I grabbed it on the way into my parents room and I sat on their bed. My mother didn't even look up from what she was doing but she said "put it back." My dad looked over and I looked at him and said "What is it?". " A lock," he said and i replied "I want to open it. Tell me how to do it." He just kind of looked at me and as he scooted closer to me he said. "Ok." It sounded like when you know that someone is in for way more than they bargained for but you let them have it anyway. He proceeded to teach me how to turn the lock in the right order and with the right numbers so that I could do it myself. At first I was having the time of life. I felt like a spy. I felt like if I could open this lock I would be on my way to opening every lock I came across. He had to explain it to me a couple of times and then he felt that I was ready to do it all by myself. I tried once, twice, three times and I failed all my attempts at opening it. I looked up at him and I said, with defeat, "Dad, I can't." His response was "Yes you can, try it again." I tried it again and my efforts were to no avail. This time though, I got mad and I threw the lock and I yelled "I CAN'T DO IT! I'M LEAVING!!" and what did my dad do? He got mad! He was pissed! He grabbed my arm before I leapt off the bed and he said "You CAN do it! Try it again! You wanted to learn to open the lock! SO DO IT! You can not leave this room until you open that lock." I was so mad, how could he sit there and tell me that I could do something that I clearly wasn't able to do. I sat there and as I let some tears fall down my face I tried it again. I don't know how long it took me to open the lock but I did it.

Something that my dad always said to me was "Are you going to let it defeat you? You are smarter than (fill in the blank)" The blank was usually something inanimate or an idea. It was usually a math problem or something. So he'd say " Are you going to let it defeat you? You're smarter than that math problem."

One time, he tried to teach me to how to drive his truck (a manual), he got frustrated with me and as he let me out of the drivers seat he said to me, "I can't believe this truck is smarter than you." And on the way home I felt like a failure. But to become smarter than something or someone sometimes you have to feel like a failure. This story has no end because I still have not learned to drive his truck but someday I will. That stupid truck ain't got NOTHING on me!

The lesson my dad taught me was to never give up. Never let something stand in your way or make you feel dumb. Now in my relatively old age, I am thankful for the night that he made me stay in his room until I unlocked that lock because now I have the determination to finish what I started. And I mean what I say or I don't say it all. Although sometimes I only apply this to things that I really really want to learn. Like crafts. Knitting, sewing, needle point and such. Sometimes for school.

I am thankful for my dad. Sometimes he thinks that I resent him but I don't. I may have at one point resented him and before that I may have sworn that I hated him but that was just the Teen Angst talking. Now that I've grown up I feel nothing but gratitude and indebtedness towards him (and my mother of course). I love him and I know that he raised me the best way he knew how.

(Noemi, you can read this to Dad if you feel the need to.)

Can't Stop Won't Stop

2011-08-23T01:33:00.002-06:00

Ever since Noemi told me about the song "Alejate de mi" by Latin pop group Camila, I can't stop listening to it! It's a great song.

Other things things that I can't stop doing include but are not limited to:

-reading Harry Potter

-renting movies from the library

-eating candy

-eating ice cream

-listening to Eisley

Short list but it's true.

Also this is my favorite SpongeBob Sqaure Pants clip. I love SBSP!

I'll treat ya like I missed ya.

2011-08-05T02:33:00.005-06:00

I'll treat this blog like I missed it. Honestly I don't really miss it all that much but I was just reading Noemi's blog and I realized that there a lot of things on her blog that she doesn't tell me about which is fine because obvi she just forgets to tell me. But it got me thinking that there are probably a lot of things that I forget to tell her. So I will start to update this blog if only to make sure she knows everything.

Something else that got me thinking about blogging is that Saturday I guess I'm going to be hiking Table Rock with some friends. I'm pretty scared. You wanna know why? Ok.

I'm afraid

1. that I will slow everyone down and I will only be a nuisance to them all.

2. that I will die

3. that I will literally stop breathing

4. how long does it take for one to get used living in such high altitude when said person is from GA? I'm afraid that I won't be able to handle the elevation

5. that I will have to run from a moose or bear (or any wild animal for that matter)

6. that I will fall

I'm just a scaredy cat I think. I don't know if this is a very good idea. I mean, I worked out almost every other day this semester. There were a few weeks in total that I didn't work out but still every time I climb R mountain I want to die. The only thing keeping me from cowering like a dog, in a tent, while every one else climbs Table rock is my fear that I will get eaten by a bear and/or a moose and no one will hear my screams for help because they are too busy looking out onto Idaho's boobs (the Tetons is french for boobs. Look it up! It's true! The french are perverts. Look that up too!) So either way I'm a wimp.

Onto more pressing matters. I have a tradition of blogging my will before I do anything scary. Once I made a will before I climbed out onto my friend's roof. The point being that in the event that I die, just fight over my things. I'm talking American Gladiator type stuff. Oh except I want Noemi to have my phone so she can know the wonder it is to own an iPhone. Oh and in case I die I choose Tom to delete all my text messages (wouldn't want you all to not show up at my funeral just because I said something mean about you via text message. JK I don't say mean things about my friends, but maybe I say mean things about your friends. You'll never know). Tell my mother that my last words were "I love my mom." My last words may very well be "son of B****, motherF******, i knew i shouldn't have hiked this so-called table rock!" but you tell my mother that they were the former! And Noemi, if I die, change my facebook status to "Dead" and my relationship status to in a Relationship with the Grim Reaper or something funny like that. If you don't do it, I'll haunt you.

I think I have everything covered. On a lighter note, IF I survive this hike you'll get to see lot's of pretty pictures taken from my phone! They WILL be edited on instagram because i am NOT a real photographer and instagram makes me feel better about that. Say something!! That's what I thought.

I'd better go to sleep, it's getting late and I'm becoming more belligerent by the minute. Wish me luck, pray for me, send good vibes my way or wish upon a star that i will make it through this adventure.

Music

2011-04-07T18:32:00.003-06:00

So this whole thing about illegal downloading. I don't want to say anything incriminating you know, but let's talk about it. I believer what the guy in that video was saying because I've done that before. I have gotten a CD that I haven't downloaded and I have either gone to a show and bought something or I buy the CD. Sometimes I forget that illegal downloading affects big pop artists as well. I just can't imagine that it affects them because, look at how much money they get! I mean, Lady Gaga is not a poor artist struggling to buy food because her music is being downloaded illegally. Trey Songz sings about how he is "a walking bank". The phenomenon of illegal music downloading started with napster but there is evidence to show that CD sales didn't actually slow down until after Napster was shut down. Here is an article all about it. and is the video about illegal downloading So this whole thing about illegal downloading. I don't want to say anything incriminating you know, but let's talk about it. I believer what the guy in that video was saying because I've done that before. I have gotten a CD that I haven't downloaded and I have either gone to a show and bought something or I buy the CD. Sometimes I forget that illegal downloading affects big pop artists as well. I just can't imagine that it affects them because, look at how much money they get! I mean, Lady Gaga is not a poor artist struggling to buy food because her music is being downloaded illegally. Trey Songz sings about how he is "a walking bank". The phenomenon of illegal music downloading started with napster but there is evidence to show that CD sales didn't actually slow down until after Napster was shut down.

a video about illegal downloading.

The music industry is doing a lot to try to stop or slow illegal music downloading. They are putting out music slower than they used to. Who really knows how that's going to help? But who am I to say, they are the experts right? Something else that they did was to sell digital copies of music, i.e iTunes. Good idea? Bad idea? I think it's a good idea, but now the music on iTunes is going up. Is it inflation or is because there is still a lot of illegal downloading going on?

I think that the big music tycoons could take a few pointers from some indie labels. There are a lot of indie bands that stream their CDs on the internet for free. It's streaming on the internet for a certain amount of time and by the end of the streaming people want that CD. Of course it depends on the quality of the music but in general I think this idea is genius!

What do you think? Tell me your ideas and stuff!

One day I'll hate you

2011-03-19T16:47:00.003-06:00

I'm not a very big John Mayer fan. I just don't really listen to him but this entire week his song "Half of My Heart" has been stuck in my head. All week I have woken up singing this song. Everyday! The part that most sticks out to me is the part where he sings "Down the road, later on
you will hate that I never gave more to you than half of my heart" idk why.

Not so much about Grammar.

2011-01-19T11:36:00.002-07:00

Warning: If you are of the male species and you don't like words like "period" stop reading. But if you stop reading you are passing up the chance to learn more about your female counterpart.

My period always takes me by surprise. After 9 years you'd think that the element of surprise would be gone, but it's not. The only time that it didn't sneak up on me was when I was on birth control. I mean in 2004 I didn't get my period that entire year. That was odd. After I started college my cycle was starting to get somewhat normal. Any way the reason for this blog is Mood Swings really. I get the WORST mood swings! I should be able to tell when I'm going to get my period by my mood swings but I'm always too preoccupied with, crying, getting mad, losing my temper or trying to kill myself(joke) that I forget to think "OH I know why I feel this way!" Do you feel this way? I usually get annoyed at one specific person. I can never really tell who it will be but 8 out of 10 times it's Noemi (I'm sorry noemi) But recently it was Tyler W. I wanted to punch him in the face when usually I love that kid. I also cry really easily. Usually at something that someone says to me. But I never cry in front of people(unless I'm watching a movie but movies always make me cry) because I don't like to let people know that they have the power to hurt me. Plus I have no real good reason to be crying. One time I cried for 3 days straight because of the lack of communication I had with a friend. SO DUMB! I get irritated really easily and I just yell. And I get really quiet, and stop talking to people so as not to yell at anyone. Mood swings suck!

When I got my iPhone I got this app called Period tracker(shout out to Kynslie for showing me that app). Did it erase the element of surprise? NO! EFF THAT APP!! Ahem... But it did show me something really interesting. Biology is a funny thing. Have you girls with boyfriends(or boys with girlfriends, if you're still reading) noticed that maybe like for week or so you're like really aggressive with said boyfriend? It's cause you're fertile! It's your animal extincts trying to get the best of you! Good thing we have self control right? right!

Anyway, these are all just things that I was thinking about on the way from school today. I was also thinking about a nap. And the really weird weather that we've been experiencing. I'm freaking out here!

In the Spirit of Thanksgiving

2010-11-18T14:11:00.004-07:00

My sister is back from her mission and sometimes I forget that I used to be social! ha
It's been awesome teaching her the ways of the world. Justin Bieber and what not. She really likes Fun. which I am happy about because they are going to play here in Atlanta in December and we are going to go. Originally Marion Dyer was supposed to also go to that show but things change.

I would like to give a shout out to my peeps, the ones that kind of took her place while she was on her mission and I was left to fend for myself. And I can thank you all now since I survived.

Thank you Zach for lunch, for music, for afternoons, for bikes!, for tacos, for movies, for pizza, for salt lake, for the winter not alone, for grocery shopping, for shows and for the rest of the stuff I can't remember.

Thank you Tom for "Tom jokes", oreos, rides, snacks, 10 hour road trips, bon fires, late nights even though you work early in the morning, for expensive gifts, for texting me and keeping me from becoming a recluse, for besties, for letting me follow you around like a lost puppy, for fixing Noemi's iPod, bike rides, watching scary movies and chick flick with me, for inside jokes and outside jokes, for introducing me to Boston and Marion and for being Ford's roommate, otherwise I would not have grown to kind of understand him and to love him like I do now, thank you for letting me hold hands with you (starting in the winter when I had to pry your hand open and ending with you just knowing that if we sat next to each other I would ultimately end up holding hands with you, you are a good friend.).

Thank you Marion for being the girl version of Noemi's replacement (Tom being the boy version), thank you for rides in yo SUV ma!, for half of your food, for cocoa bean, for clothes, for fashion advice, for boy advice, for long talks about human nature, for introducing me to Bryce and Ladd, for quesadillas with jam, for devo lunch, for dressing up on tuesdays, for a sanctuary in the winter when all was lost, for play time in the summer, for my failing grades in the summer, for tanning, for the sandbar, for letting me borrow your shoes, for shows, for letting me cry, for cutting my hair, for letting me live with you for a week, for letting me live with Kaylie for some of the 10 day break, for loving puppies as much as I do, for much much more thank you.

Thank you Boston for being so extra-ordinary, for knowing more about life than I do, for our drinking party at the park, for loving puppies also as much as I do, for just being my friend, for surprise meetings in the library with Brittani, for making me laugh, for your boston accent, for making me braid your hair.

Thank you Kat, Gatita, Katelyn, for agreeing to let me live with you and being my roommate, i would have been homeless with out you and I would have been depressed, thank you for pillow talk, for late nights, for slutty comments, for leggy dresses, for your awesome wardrobe, for watching scary movies with me and screaming really loud, for decorating my side of the room for my birthday, for being happy to see me, for being an awesome roommate, for wearing cheetah print tights.

Thank you Bryce, for going to the water park with me, for understaning my situation because we were in the same situation, for being crazy Bryce!

Thank you Harper, for going on that "Harper-Vickie day in SLC", for getting all those girls to live with you in that house. The vegbo house! I will never forget it, for making awesome themed parties and themed outings.

Leah isn't around but I'd like to thank her because she is something else.

Thank you Tyler for still wanting to hang out with me.

Thank you Emily (who won't see this), for the beach, the club, jordan!, for food, for late nights, for making church bearable when I thought I had lost all my friends.

Thank you Saychelle and Rachel for making my winter here so incredible!

Thank you Kynslie for crafts, for boy talk, for shows, for your boyfriend, for moving here, for crafting with me, for being funny and witty, for hanging out with me, for letting me sleep over and thank you Jamie for the same.

Thank you Morgan.

Deeeeep Breath.

I think that is about it but if I forgot someone I will edit this ASAP!

Friends? BEST friends.

2010-09-26T22:29:00.002-06:00

I did an event Saturday morning*. It was the North Point Mall Funfest. I got to paint mostly children. Among those children I painted a lot of "Best Friends". And I noticed a pattern that I should have noticed a long time ago. One is always quieter than the other. I guess you can't have 2 talkative girls in a friendship. One must step up and be the boss. 2 girls in particular stand out. This set of Best Friends was a little white girl and a little black girl. (I'm not racist I just don't want to assume she's African-American just cause her skin was black. She could have been Dominican.) Guess who was the talkative one? That's right, the little white girl! I asked her what she wanted painted and I painted her, then I asked her friend what she wanted painted on her face and little white girl didn't even let her talk! She answered for her friend. She was so bossy.

My BEST friend is coming back!!

*In case you weren't aware, I got a job Face Painting and (temporary) Tattooing with Air Illustrations (they're on facebook look em up.)

40 Hour Train Back to Penn

2010-09-11T21:26:00.002-06:00

Here's my long awaited list of favorite things from my trip last weekend.

- Laura, my boss, can talk to ANYTHING. I don't talk in the car so she talked the whole way up and the whole way back and I really only had to say "oh yeah." "mhmm" "yes" "that's true" "tell me more"
- Cincinnati, OH
- Guy on a his motorcycle with 5 raccoon tails on the back of said motorcycle.
- Being out in the middle of nowhere.
- thinking i was in a scary movie like Texas Chainsaw
- (this is not my fave but you need to know) NO RADIO. no music whatsoever, just Laura talking.
- Laura can drive, talk on the phone, and write something down!
- Sleeping while Laura got a phone call (because she can talk for hours)
- driving on bridges
- Amish people at the Travel America we were at.
- Little Amish boy with his Amish overalls and Chuck Taylors!
- Falling asleep when my head hits the pillow because it would be rude to sleep in the car and leave Laura to talk to herself
- Amish teenage boys walking into town. There was 2. They were stroooong!
- MONSTER TRUCKS!!
- all the rednecks were so incredibly nice! (i call them rednecks cause thats what they call themselves)
- very attractive redneck men in boots and carhartt jackets. love it
- Every man that we talked to that was married would talk about their wife like they were THE most beautiful person in the world. every chance they got.
- Jokes!
- MONSTER TRUCKS!!
- a 7 year old boy in a mini monster truck!
- Cleveland, OH
- Little Italy in Cleveland
- Lakeview Cemetery
- President Garfield's Monument
- Tiffany Stained glass
- All the different trees in the cemetery
- Postcards for Noemi
- Real Italian luuuunch!
- Joey Sylvester! SUPER nice guy and cute!!
- I can't get over how nice everyone was!
- Evil Knievel guys were nice
- The Smoky Mountains/Blue Ridge Mountains were AWESOME!
- Finally getting home!

PA

2010-09-02T22:19:00.002-06:00

Tomorrow I leave for Pennsylvania to paint faces at the Cornfield 500 (look it up on facebook. It's a 14 hour drive from her to PA. I'm pretty excited. I'll document my stay by making a list of my favorite things that I see on the way and also my favorite things I see during Cornfield 500 and I will report back ASAP!

It hurts so good.

2010-08-26T23:08:00.004-06:00

Remember this?

Reminds me of this

She's a brat, he's a jerk.

Why don't people EVER see that they are dating an undeserving jerk/brat?

But I REALLY like this song. Has anyone noticed that ever since Chris Brown beat Rihanna she's had this thing for people hurting her. (ie Rude Boy). Kinda creepy!

Last Night

2010-07-14T19:42:00.003-06:00

"I can't compete with all your damn ideas
This isn't working out for you or me
The truth is I'm too tired to play pretend
This is goodbye, this is the end."

I finally get what she means. I thought she was trying to compete with his ideas to make the world better or something but in the back of my mind I knew there was more to it. I finally figured out that she is tired of competing for him with all his "damn ideas" of what she should be like, or look like. I finally understand. I'm glad she left him.

Fatal

2010-06-12T18:34:00.003-06:00

Fatalist.

Defeatist.

I am one or either or both of those.

There is just no use in fighting against what is happening. If it is meant to happen it will happen sooner or later. There are some things though, that I would fight for even though I know that ultimately it is not up to me.

Material World

2010-05-29T23:07:00.002-06:00

So remember when I told you about the chick that changed the name of our linger longer to "dessert and flirt"? Just a quick update on her....She's still the spokesperson for our provident living committee. (I still have not been called for a meeting. Should I ask them to call me? Or should they already know?) Anyway, once again she's up to her crazy antics! This might sound like a joke....but I assure that it is NOT a joke. Last Sunday after announcing our "dessert and flirt" she went ahead and bestowed certain people "marriage material points"!!! O_0 ummmm.....what!? I KNOW!! So she's up there announcing the time and theme of our D&F and she just hands out marriage material points. I was so shocked I started laughing really hard. I mean really really hard. Cause, who does that? She gave some girl "marriage material points" for dressing nice and gave some points to a guy for the same thing. The funny thing is, although I'm kind of annoyed at this, I have to admit that after my laughing fit I thought, "why not me?". So along with dressing real cute on Sundays (as usual) I will now be actively looking for her at church and complimenting her on her outfit so that she can notice mine and give me marriage material points and I can go back to not caring about being marriage material. I just want to be able to say "Marriage material? Yup, that's me! I have points to prove it!"

Well, I gotta go pick out my outfit for tomorrow!

"Love is a losing game"

2010-05-26T23:23:00.002-06:00

That's what Amy Winehouse says.

Lately I've been sort of pondering about love. I've just always wanted to know the feeling you know? Plus I've been reading Pride and Prejudice. Also I just love all things romance. Probably not as much as Leah though. I know that the love portrayed in the movies is false and I know that there's more to it than the movies show. But what IS it!? I've asked a few people and some of these people's answers sound more like Julia Roberts in this scene of The Mexican. Except that the question isn't the same and that in the question of "love" there is no right answer.

And I'll leave you with my favorite quote from Pride and Prejudice thus far...

"Such a change in a man of so much pride excited not only astonishment but gratitude-- for love, ardent love, it must be attributed; and as such its impression on her was of a sort to be encouraged, as by no means unpleasing, though it could not be exactly defined. She respected, she esteemed, she was grateful to him, she felt a real interest in his welfare; and she only wanted to know how far she wished that welfare to depend upon herself..."

I think of all the pondering I've ever done the one thing that I felt was true was that love is a mutual respect for each other.

Creative outlet

2010-05-18T17:29:00.004-06:00

Since knitting in the summer makes me hot and sweaty (not really. but if i think about it, I imagine myself knitting on the couch umcomfortably warm. you know?) I have moved onto fabrics! I bought a sewing machine, remember? Well I've been making Dani a dress that she will soon be able to model for you!

Today after my 20 min work out I felt that I wanted to look cute today. So I made a couple of headbands out of some scrap fabric and ribbon. I like them I think they are cute.

Fill in the Blank 2

2010-05-16T22:09:00.005-06:00

1. The very best thing about the summer are The long days, summer skin and for some reason during the summer I just feel like I can do ANYTHING. Like I'm free.

2. My first crush ever was a mexican boy in my class who's name was Dennis. He told me one day that my ears were perfect. Weird? or Romantic? (I was in 3rd grade)

3. This may sound really silly but I wish I were a Pirate.

4. I squeeze my toothpaste from the bottom. unless it's brand new, then i squeeze from the middle.

5. My absolute favorite "comfort food" is mexican style eggs with green salsa on top.

6. A random fact about me is that i hate the sound of people eating and drinking.

7. The one piece of technology that truly makes my life better and I couldn't live without is a computer.

I got this from the same place as last time.

Weather: Parlty Cloudy with a Chance of Rap Music

2010-05-11T12:36:00.002-06:00

As you all know. I live in GA. More specifically Duluth, GA. I used to live in Atlanta and I still go to the singles ward in Atlanta. Atlanta is where the playas play. Where the parties don't end till 8 in da mornin (it's true I partied this weekend and I didn't sleep till 6 am and I was the first to leave). And it's full of peeps that give directions that sound like this: "you funna get awn da two-eadie- figh(285) goin wes, den you funna get offda two eadie figh and get back awn it goin eas."..."oh ok sir, why can't we just get on the 285 going east in the first place?"

The reason for this post is this, Hip Hop. Or rap music. Whatever you want to call it. Atlanta is the Hip Hop Capital of the world--or so claims our radio station, 95.5 The beat--. Over the years I have learned to appreciate hip hop. I've come to appreciate latin music (which I consider a branch off of hip hop, stuff like ragaeton), ATL latin flavors flow from Miami and New York. I have even come to appreciate country, that is not to say that I love country, but if a song is good I won't deny it. And I think that's my point today, that if a song is good, there is no need to deny it. You don't have to close off your music appreciation just because you claim to be "indie", "alternative", "emo","punk" or even "hip hop". I love music and I know a lot of people that say they love music too. And now, I will be talking about someone in particular who shall remain nameless. In talking to this person you'd think that maybe they like music more than I do. But just the other day I heard this person ragging on hip hop. I'm a little biased because they were ragging on one of my favorite songs. If you claim to love music as much as you do, shouldn't you be able to appreciate all music and not just the music you dress up for? Because this person is that kind of music brat. I don't even know where I was going with this angry post but I just would like that person to know that if you're going to come up to me and say "Oh you 'look' like the kind of person that likes music" don't just assume I like a certain type of music. I like Hip Hop as much as the next ghetto fabulous person. And don't insult my favorite song. Oh and Lil' Wayne is the shiz! AND if you are going to move to ATL from another state don't expect ATL to be Hip Hop free. Just learn to appreciate it, trust me, you will be happier and your booty will be happier cause you'll be shakin it! Your favorite hip hop song might be one that was covered by a band but trust me, the original is better, they always are.

Fill in the blank

2010-05-07T22:32:00.004-06:00

1. My favorite book growing up was I didn't read much when I was growing up. It wasn't until highschool that I realized I loved to read

2. The funniest book I've ever read was Naked by David Sedaris. I don't really pick up funny books you know?

3. The one book that has truly changed my life is This one time I read a book that a friend lent me. It was about a member of the church that had died but then came back to life, what are those experiences called? Anyway, I wouldn't say that it changed my life, but it kinda of altered the way I look at the after life and such. I don't know if it's legit you know, but it was cool.

4. If you're looking for a real "tear jerker" you should probably read The Road by Cormac McCarthy. Zach told me to read it and I did and it was good. I feel like I've cried while reading other books but I can't remember them right now.

5. If I could meet any author living or dead I would want to meet BOM Prophets count right? I mean, they wrote books. I'd want to meet Captain Moroni. Ok ok, that was kinda cheap. I would really like to meet...oh!...Mark Oliver Everett. I mean his life has been crazy thus far and incredible. He says in his book, I think, that he's a difficult person to be around, I'm not sure exactly what he said, I just remember thinking that being his friend or girlfriend would be a challenge and I was like "let me at him!"

6. The next book on my "to read" list is Pride and Prejudice which I started reading yesterday (sorry Myke that I am not reading Kafka but I've been wanting to read P&P for quite sometime and I got it in the mail when I started reading I, Robot) so next on my list, because Dani bought it her school book fair, is Pride, Prejudice and Zombies!

7. If I was snowed into a remote cabin in the woods and could only choose three books to bring with me I'd bring Twilight, Fight Club and The Great Gatsby. Judge all you want, I don't care! Can we make it 4? Cause I'd really like to bring The Road also.

Feel free to also Fill in the Blank, I'd like to hear from you, my very intellectual friends!

I got it from here

May 2nd 1988.

2010-05-03T22:19:00.006-06:00

is the date of my birth. Aren't you happy for that day? I know I am!

I usually like to make a big deal out of my birthday. But this year it was rather lame. I just went to church, came home, ate with cousins, and sat on my couch for the rest of the day. I didn't even get cake! I wasn't expecting cake since it was the sabath and I was not going to break it for selfish reasons but when I got home there were grocery bags on the table. My mom bought food to feed my aunt and cousins but SHE DIDN'T BUY ME A CAKE! NOT EVEN A PIE. NOTHING. We took her out for dinner and got her a free desert and I got nothing. This is why I don't like that her birthday is before mine. I'm selfish whatever. Do you guys know about my "Middle Child Complex"? Basically I get the short end of the stick all the time because I am the middle child. *sigh* Oh well. I'm used to it. Don't worry it gets better. Although I did not get cake, this weekend my parents are buying me 2 pairs of shoes! I've decided that I want some TOMS shoes and some heels! When I told my dad about the whole TOMS shoes thing about how it's buy a shoe give a shoe, he said "So? I don't care about kids in Argentina that don't have shoes!" (He was joking). So for my heels, this is what I saw that I liked.

These next ones are not the ones I want but the general style of the shoe is what I want. High, Skinny heel. I tried a pair on at Dillard's and they were not as uncomfortable as I thought they would be.

I want some "cage" shoes but I haven't found any that I have fallen in love with but these J. Simpson ones are cute

These are the perfect example of the "cage" shoe but I don't Love these :/

cute!

I love Steve Madden

Also Steve Madden

And today I impulsively bought a sewing machine. Call it a birthday present to myself. I'm excited!

i always want more

2010-04-28T22:34:00.003-06:00

I want more out of life. But before I can conquer that "want" I want to conquer this "want"--->I want more to blog about.

For starters, I often second guess my posts because I wonder "what if they don't like this?" or "what if this isn't entertaining enough?". Like just now, I thought those questions. And I thought about deleting it. I even highlighted it all and almost pressed delete. But I didn't (obviously). So the question is....what should I Blog about? There's this blog that has "fill in the blank fridays" and every friday she answers a few random questions. Maybe I will do that. And maybe I will post my lists from Listography.com on here. Just the good ones. Maybe I'll have "listography tuesdays" or something. If you have any ideas on what I should blog about I am open to suggestions. Thank you and goodnight!

...

2010-04-21T00:27:00.002-06:00

Dear Barret D. Lybbert,
(and Marion)
Had my mother given me a different middle name I would gladly tell you. I thought about writing an entire post about my middle name. The subject would be my full name of course, with a pronounciation guide. I would tell you it's origin and why my mother picked this name. I would give you a brief history of how my aversion toward my middle name came to be. But alas I just can't bring myself to do it. It's not that I HATE my middle name it's just that NO ONE can pronounce it correctly and am therefore subject to ridicule. I say it, pronounce it, and use phonetic writing to help people but it is all in vain. When I get blessing or set apart at church I often think that maybe I shouldn't admit to having a middle name but the bishopric would know I were lying. These men have such trouble pronouncing it that they often whisper it and say it really fast so as not to embarass themselves. My mother is the only person who knows how to say it because she loves this name so much. Even my siblings have trouble saying it. Actually, come to think of it, I don't even think my siblings know I have a middle name! There are a handful of people that I have told my middle name to and they always forget it. Which I am not complaining about. I once told someone my middle name on the condition that he did not try to say it after I told him. He said it and I will never tell anyone my middle name again. Now the only person that knows it is Zach Gibson, only because he is sneaky and wrote it down. Don't bother asking him, he is sworn to secrecy. Maybe one day, when we are in the same place, at the same time, sharing our deepest darkest secrets I will tell you, with the condition of course of that you do not to try to say it. For right now, let's just say my middle name is "A" pronounced "Ay".

Yours Truly,

Victoria A. Morales

A boring life= boring Blog

2010-04-20T00:05:00.001-06:00

I have been absent from blogging since I posted last. My life is still pretty boring. I had a job, then I lost a job. I don't knit anymore becuase it's not cold out anymore so knitting is useless and frankly it makes me hot just thinking about kntting winter scarves in 80 degree weather. But I thought that I should just blog about things that have made me laugh or just random things that I have been thinking about.

* I like instrumental soundtracks and I have a few in my ipod. I like to play a game with my dad called "Guess the movie." I play an instrumental song from a soundtrack and he has to guess the movie. He's actually really good at it. I played a song from the movie Meet Joe Black and he yelled "MEET BLACK JOE!!" Close enough, Dad.

* I went to Nauvoo last weekend with my Singles ward! It was so awesome! I've never been before. My family are converts so we didn't grow up thinking "OH let's go to this church history sight for this year's vacation!" I'm so glad I went! It was great! I have a testimony of the Church and of the Prophet Joseph Smith.

* I am all talk no action

* I HATE making friends. why? Because somehow, I end up losing them all. (emo? yeah whatever)
* I'm pretty sure Noemi was given the oppurtunity to extend her mission. She asked me if i would be mad. I would not. But I would like for her to be home already.
* If you had a puppy that didn't want you, would you give him to me? I would give you mine if he didn't want me.
* Getting mad at people is hard for me, I want to be mad at someone so badly but being mad means losing valuable "talking time" and that's just not worth it.
* My Brother called Tupac, Toothpac.

There are more things that have been swirling around my head but it is late and I'm falling asleep. Sorry there aren't that many funny things! I'll think of more.

Take a cookie, get a looky.

2010-03-13T21:24:00.004-07:00

I am officially an active member of my single's ward. AKA I just got a calling (but oddly enough they kicked me off of the Visiting Teaching route*, I don't know why). So I am now on the "Provident Living Committee". I know vaguely the meeaning of provident living but I am NOT by any means an expert at living providently. Before this, the only association to the word "provident" was the band This Providence (I love them). I'm sure there was more association I just wasn't aware of it.

When I got this calling I was told that the provident living committee is in charge of the "Linger Longer"s after church. You know Linger Longers, where you stay and eat after church? Yeah, we are incapable of just calling it "stay and eat after church". Proof of this is that our current commmittee spokesperson has changed the name from "Linger Longer" to "Desert and Flirt". This was her second choice, her first choice? "Snack and Mack". But the Bishop would not allow it. There are more names floating around like "Take a cookie, get a Looky". They are obssessed with getting us to date. Do people really flirt and mack on each other? No. So my first order of business when I get to one of those Provident Living Meetings is a motion to change the name to "Food After Church (We know you're hungry)"

All those other names scare people into not coming to eat because they think that strangers will try and marry them right then and there. Although the Provident Living spokesperson has claimed, on many occasions (over a microphone), that she is in fact "marriage material".

Here's to living providently and getting food after 3 hours of church!

*I'm not very aware of my audience (I think we're all friends.) But in case you don't know what Visiting Teaching is, it's something we do at church where everyone gets assigned 2 girls to visit during the month whenever you can. You get a partner and you meet new people this way.

A list is a list is a list is a list is a list

2010-03-08T22:37:00.002-07:00

I love Mondays because:
1. The weekend is over and I get to be home alone again! All I'm saying is that if your brother and sister faught as much as mine do, you would be happy for the weekend to end too.
2. I get an email from Noemi! I always share my deepest darkest fears, problems, secrets, and crushes with her and she always just says everything I need to hear. Even if those things aren't always what I want to hear. But more often than not she tells me in a way that won't make me angry because she didn't tell me what I wanted to hear. She's a good sister and a good missionary.

In todays email she told me that I should make a list of things I am grateful for. I kinda think it's cheesy but it has to be done. I would write in my journal but let's face it....Who has one of those anymore? ha! Who remembers how to hold a pen? Yeah, not me! I didn't go to school this semester, remember!? So here it is my beloved friends, A list....(You can stop reading here if you want.)

I am grateful for:
* My friends here in GA. Rachel (aka Fabs), Saychelle, Rachel P, Jamie, Emily, and even Morgan. (because everyone knows I hate too much estrogen.)
* Movie Soundtracks.
* Text messaging
* My dad
* My mom
* Dani (because she thinks I'm funny and laughs at me the same way Noemi laughs at me and I miss Noemi)
* Felipe (aka Flipper) because when he isn't a hostile teenager we have a good time together.
* Talents that keep me occupied
* My Bishopric
* My faith
* My knowledge of Jesus Christ and the Atonement.
* Nick and Norah's Infinite Playlist
* My extended family
* Text messaging
* People that tell me I'm funny.
* Noemi's emails
* Blogs
* Lookbook.nu
* The relatively warm winters of GA
* The scriptures
* Test messaging (have I mentioned this before? Well I'm really fond of it, ok!?)
* Music
* Prayer
* Music with no words
* Netflix instant play

There's more but I can't think right now. I'll edit this as they come to me.

DONE!

2010-02-17T21:10:00.006-07:00

Here's that scarf I was working on. And modeling for me is Dani, my baby sister.

[EDIT] One day I promise I will go back to having a life and I will Blog about things that really matter.

A BABY!

2010-02-07T21:03:00.003-07:00

My Goal for this week was deterred by this little girl

She's my cousin's baby. Does that make her my cousin? Or does that make her like a cousin once removed or something? Anyway, I told her mom that I would make this baby girl a blanket but I forgot until this last week. The blanket wasn't very big since she was only 5 lbs 13oz. She's TINY! and I love her! So the scarf I was going to make is back on!

Goal

2010-01-30T23:09:00.000-07:00

My goal for then next few weeks is to make this

Girl Singers

2010-01-27T16:46:00.002-07:00

So I have this thing against girl singers. I'm not sure what it is. I don't hate them I just think that they all sound the same. If someone says "Hey listen to this song it's good" and it really is good I have no problem with liking it. The thing is, I wouldn't go out of my way to look for a girl singer. When I am looking for new music to listen to I tend to stay away from girl singers more like I RUN the other way. Anyway, the reason for this rant is that yesterday I was watching Grey's Anatomy and there was a song by Ingrid Michaelson. I loved the song so I downloaded the cd just for that one song but then I forgot to stop my itunes from playing after that song and I really liked the whole cd. This has only happened to me one other time with Maria Taylor. Also the Submarines and and Mates of State but I feel like they don't count cause they have boy singers also.

Headband.

2010-01-27T15:50:00.004-07:00

This is my latest knitting creation. My favorite part is the button on the back.

More Knitting!!

2010-01-19T14:08:00.003-07:00

What if I just made this a knitting blog?....It's all I've been doing lately and look what came in the mail for me today!!

18 bamboo knitting needles sizes 10mm-2mm. They are awesome!! I'm kind of like really happy right now, don't judge me. I'll make you something. Give me money so i can buy the yarn and send it to you.

Oh and JK about this being a knitting blog...I'm too funny to only blog about knitting projects! haha! HA!

My days are filled with needles and knots.

2010-01-16T15:44:00.003-07:00

Literally.
I've been practicing my kniting skills. i made a hat and mitten combo!

"She gets it from her mama"

2010-01-07T13:18:00.002-07:00

The other day my siblings and I were fighting (pretty normal in our house). Dani was calling Felipe a turd, I was yelling at them to stop. Then my mom walks in and stops the fight. She proceeds to lecture us on how we all have dirty mouths and we should learn to clean up our laguage. Just then she rememebers the pot she left on the stove and screams "OH SHIT! IT'S BURNING." Oh mom, you are such a hypocrite. We laughed because it was funny but my siblings and I went on to point out to her that the reason we have dirty mouths is her fault. In spanish the phrase "no chingues" is the english form of "F*** off". My mom says this to us and expects us not to use it? She tried to defend herself by saying "You guys call each other turds! It's the same as calling each other shits, my children call each other little shits..." No mom, it's not the same.
This is not to say that I blame my mom for the language used in this household. My dad gets blamed too. He laughs whenever he hears my little sister swear which in turn tells my brother that he can do it. He thinks it's so funny in fact that sometimes he will say to my sister "remember when you said the f word? hahahaha say it again!" or "remember when I said mothaf***er? You say it!" My dad also gives us all the bird whenever he leaves the room.

Who are these people!?

2009

2010-01-04T17:44:00.002-07:00

I changed so much this year. So much. So. Much. Much. So. So. So. Much. Much.
I liked it.
I like what I became.
I was sick of who I was.

Do you want some cheese with that whine??

2009-12-17T23:38:00.002-07:00

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.

2009-12-08T07:51:00.002-07:00

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...

2009-12-06T00:01:00.003-07:00

All I want for Christmas is...

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

The Holidays are upon us.

2009-11-28T22:55:00.002-07:00

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

2009-11-04T20:30:00.002-07:00

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

2009-10-29T22:22:00.003-06:00

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

2009-10-25T15:24:00.004-06:00

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.

2009-10-20T16:50:00.005-06:00

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

2009-10-13T11:38:00.002-06:00

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

2009-10-04T13:49:00.003-06:00

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"

2009-09-29T21:50:00.003-06:00

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

2009-09-08T22:18:00.008-06:00

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?"

2009-08-18T21:39:00.002-06:00

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!"

2009-08-13T07:09:00.003-06:00

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!

2009-08-04T16:33:00.003-06:00

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

2009-08-03T17:14:00.001-06:00

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"

2009-07-26T19:20:00.003-06:00

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

2009-07-15T18:19:00.002-06:00

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

2009-07-07T12:05:00.002-06:00

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!?

2009-06-15T19:50:00.002-06:00

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

2009-06-11T16:35:00.005-06:00

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

2009-06-09T21:39:00.004-06:00

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

2009-06-04T12:28:00.003-06:00

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.

2009-05-27T12:52:00.002-06:00

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!!

2009-05-19T18:30:00.002-06:00

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

2009-05-09T02:19:00.003-06:00

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

2009-05-03T20:53:00.003-06:00

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

2009-03-29T02:07:00.002-06:00

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

2009-03-17T11:44:00.001-06:00

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

Danielle Morales

2009-03-16T16:35:00.003-06:00

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

2009-03-15T01:59:00.001-06:00

new friends are bomb!

old friends are still as good as ever

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

"Them be fightin' words"

2009-03-04T18:54:00.004-07:00

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

2009-03-02T00:48:00.002-07:00

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)

2009-02-22T14:37:00.002-07:00

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"

2009-02-20T17:30:00.004-07:00

-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

2009-02-16T00:46:00.000-07:00

"anyone's any was all to her"

2009-02-13T16:25:00.002-07:00

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

2009-01-31T13:04:00.003-07:00

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!

2009-01-29T17:08:00.004-07:00

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

2009-01-25T14:42:00.002-07:00

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

2009-01-19T21:01:00.000-07:00

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?

2009-01-16T09:54:00.000-07:00

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

2009-01-08T23:28:00.001-07:00

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!!

2009-01-04T00:44:00.000-07:00

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

The one about the Brick
The one about the whales
The one about the overheard conversation
The one about the man on the airplane

To live would be a

2008-12-30T18:23:00.000-07:00

I had a very adventurous 2 days!

My friends from GA that left for college are back! Talia, who was out in Provo, she's back and I love when she's here! Sunday after church we went to her house and we spent the night there. Sleepovers at her house are always awesome because we all sleep in a king size bed in the guest room and then when we wake up we tell each other what we dreamt about! It's fun. So Noemi went to work and Talia and I planned our day as we went. First we needed to go get some lunch so we went down to Old Roswell to this place called The Fickle Pickle! I ordered a fried green tomato sandwich! It was AAAAHHHHHMAZING!! Instant gratification! mmm. That was the first adventurous thing that I did. Because, doesn't fried green tomatoes sound nasty! It did to me but I tried it anyway and it was so yummy! Talia ordered a Brie BLT and then we switched halves and it was a good day. After lunch in the cutest part of all of Roswell we went to Talia's favorite park. This park is really just an open field with one big tree in it. It has a few hills and the grass looks beautiful in the spring and summer. It was a really good GA winter day. It was sunny and it was about 60 degrees out. We walked to the top of one of the hills and just sat there. The warmth of the sun was covering us like a blanket and I wanted to stay there for hours. But we had much more to do. We went to Target to fill a prescription then we rolled over to the Starbucks drive-thru to get some Salted Carmel Hot Chocolate. While we sipped on that we went to Trader Joe's to pick up some food for later and then we went to Blockbuster to rent "Fried Green Tomatoes". We went back to Talia's house and we watched the movie. I liked the movie a lot! I cried like a baby! When the movie was over, Noemi and Peter were waiting for us upstairs and we ate some food. Then we went to the store to buy ingredients to make Molten Chocolate Lava Cakes. We made them and they were delicious and gooey! And then we watched "the city" it's like the Hills... it is the hills except in New York. And the other part of my adventures was today! I hiked the trails at the Roswell Mill to get to the water fall and there was a rope swing!!! So I swung on the rope swing but I didn't let go because the water was cold. After that Talia, Andrea and I met up with Peter at Andrea's house to play rock band. Noemi came over and then we left to hang out with Clark and the gang. Clark is like Zach Gibson, but only in the way that he is the ring leader here in GA. We went to a topless bar (Tapas Bar) in Atlanta and then we went back to the Guy House to chill and we watched the Oregon-OK State football game when I left it was 35-31.

I haven't had this much to do since summer when I showed some lame tourists around Atlanta.

I was happy these past few days, in case you cared *shrug*

I will be in Rexburg soooooooooooooooooon! oh I'm so excited!

Christmas Eve post

2008-12-24T12:28:00.000-07:00

Today is my daddy's Birthday! Happy Birthday to him!!!

It is also christmas eve and I am preparing myself for the huge feast that will be held at my uncle's house. There's going to be really yummy food! And I just really like hanging out with my cousins! My cousin Manny and I get along really well only because he thinks I'm really funny and I think he's really funny. Other than that we have nothing in common. He is really mexican and I am not. He actually laughs at the fact that I act so white. The words "Oh my gosh Vickie you are so white" have left his lips at least twice every time we hang out. I currently have to be very careful around Manny's dad because I think he's mad at me for going with Manny to get tattoos. So I'm the bad influence. So other than tonight being kind of awkward around my uncle I think it's going to loads of fun!

Christmas time is always fun with my family. I can just picture it now... My uncle Manuel walks in with like 4 bottles of hard liquor and my cousin Pablo walks in with two 24 packs of beer even though there are already two other ones already there before the party starts. The women all finishing up whatever dish they were assigned to make. The smell of spices and what not in the air and all the little kids running around in their Christmas attire fighting over who they think will get the better presents. The young adults all sit around in the living until they are called in, to eat so that the grown ups can eat after them and they can keep the table for the rest of the night as they drink and talk about years passed and people they haven't seen since they left the motherland. And then out of nowhere someone busts out a guitar and the man most sober at the table plays it while the others sing along. Its like a drunk musical. Sometimes they even end up crying. The women, only mildly intoxicated, laugh at how their husbands are so drunk not realizing that although they are only mildly intoxicated they too look pretty silly just laughing at their husbands. The "ponche" (tea) is ready to be had, the young adults take their mugs outside and sit around continuing their conversation about how boring it is to just sit there. Those who are daring, go back into the kitchen and pour some tequila into their ponche hoping that the parents are too drunk to notice what they are doing. Midnight strikes, hugs and wishes of a merry christmas are thrown about. And then goodnight as people start to pass out and the kids start falling asleep where ever they can find a quiet little corner to sleep in. Everyone says goodnight but its not over because tomorrow on Christmas Day we will all get together again for leftovers. Christmas day is chill.

Amanda is sad

2008-12-19T01:55:00.000-07:00

My friend Amanda is sad and I want to make her a Mix of sad songs.

In cases like these one might have the urge to make this friend happy but I think she needs to be sad.

It's OK

It's healthy to be sad.

She needs to cry and be alone.

Which is why on December 20th I won't call her to ask if she's doing alright because I know the answer to that. She won't be "alright" and I can only help her by staying away.

Any suggestions on the Mix? I have until tomorrow night to do this!

Paloma, no llores

2008-12-17T13:16:00.000-07:00

This song has recently become one of my Favorite songs of all time! Its such a beautiful song and in the video you can hear just how beautifully Caetano Velosa sings it. I'll also translate it for you as best I can.

Cucurrucucu Paloma

Dicen que por las noches no más se le iba en puro llorar;
dicen que no comía, no más se le iba en puro tomar.
Juran que el mismo cielo se estremecía al oír su llanto,
cómo sufrió por ella, y hasta en su muerte la fue llamando:
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay cantaba,
ay, ay, ay, ay, ay gemía,
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay cantaba,
de pasión mortal moría.

Que una paloma triste muy de mañana le va a cantar
a la casita sola con sus puertitas de par en par;
juran que esa paloma no es otra cosa más que su alma,
que todavía espera a que regrese la desdichada.

Cucurrucucú paloma, cucurrucucú no llores.
Las piedras jamás, paloma,
¿qué van a saber de amores?
Cucurrucucú, cucurrucucú,
cucurrucucú, cucurrucucú,
cucurrucucú, paloma, ya no le llores

"They say that at night he would only cry
they say that he never ate
and only drank.
The swear that even the Heavens shuddered when they heard him cry
Oh how he suffered for her
and even when he was dying he called out for her
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay he sang
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay Gemia [her name]
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay he sang
Of fatal passion he was dying

A sad dove very early in the morning went to sing
To her lonely house with its doors wide open
They swear that dove is nothing more than his soul
he's still waiting for that miserable lady to come back

Cucurrucucu [thats the sound effect of the dove] Dove
cucurrucucu don't cry

The rocks will never, Dove
What do they know about love?

Oh how festive

2008-12-15T22:45:00.001-07:00

So i went to the doctor today. I had this rash thing going on. It was gross. It looks like I have hives all over my hands and my arms and chest and back So I go to the doctor and she's all telling me that she's going to give me a prescription and what not. So she pulls me into this room to tell me about all the prescriptions and suggestions that she had written down for me. She's all trying to tell me what I have and I can hear her but it's hard for me to retain all of what she says because I only recognize the articles in her sentences? So what I got out of it is that it has something to do with my immune system and there isn't really anything that triggers it, it just kinda happens. And this has happened to me before. Once when I was in 3rd grade and again when I was like a sophmore in highschool or something. So yeah she was trying to explain to me how she knew what it was and she said that the rash on my back was shaped like a Christmas tree and I thought "oh how festive" and quickly tried to get back to paying attention to her. In the end all I know is my immune system is out of wack and I need benadryl, calamine lotion some steroidal cream and some other crap.

I'm neither here nor there

2008-12-15T13:08:00.000-07:00

I just thought some, if not all of you, might appreciate this. I found it on livejournal. Its cool, I thought.

I am looking for the Dark Knight to put on my ipod right now. And by "looking" I do mean "I just now thought about it after it was suggested to me like a week ago". I'll get to it! I got a ride to Rexburg in Jan. so now instead of getting there at like 12 am (because I thought I was going to have to ride the Salt Lake Express) I'm going to get there at like 9:30-10 big difference I know! I can't wait! And also, Noemi and our friend Amanda are coming to visit sometime in Jan. They will also bring our friend Lauren, whom we just met. Amanda and Lauren are both really fun and funny.

I'm still scared of the airport.

It was you that I dreamt of last night

2008-12-12T10:08:00.000-07:00

All of my dream are so insanely vivid.

And last night I had the most Mexi dream ever!

Scene: A neighbor hood. My front door is surrounded by bushes.

So there I am walking down my driveway getting ready to walk into my house and I see my brother standing next to our house just kinda leaning on the house. As I'm turning my door knob I see this ugly girl wearing a joker hat, a tight tank top and really baggy blue Dickie pants (Chola!) so I think to myself "I'm going to wait a little bit, she can't see me through the bushes anyway." I hear them talking and in 2 seconds I hear a groan and someone hitting pavement. I look out and this girl is standing over my brothers unconscious body! I start screaming, she doesn't know that I was out there so when she looks at me she drops her knife. In shock she just stands there and I scream "DID YOU STAB MY BROTHER? DID YOU JUST F-ING STAB MY BROTHER? F YOU! YOU JUST F-ING STABBED MY BROTHER" (I have a dirty mouth in my dream. I'm a mexi! and my brother is a cholo, I have to have a dirty mouth) I go over there and he's still alive. She runs away and I scream after her "this isn't over b--ch!! I'm going f-ing find you!" I leave him bleeding on my driveway because I have to find a phone. I run next door and there are 2 little kids on their bikes I'm sobbing and screaming for help. They tell me that they will go call the police so I go back to my brother. The scene ends. Then I'm in the kitchen talking to my cousin Mireya and she tells me that she was in the backyard when the girl that stabbed my brother got there. Mireya says that said girl kicked her in the head and knocked her out. By this point I don't know where or how my brother is but I wasn't sad so I don't think he died. Another scene. I'm walking to my house with a friend, he looks like the guy from Pushing Daisies but its supposed to be one of my good friends. We have to walk through this tunnel/basement to get to my house. We are walking and we run into 2 girls. One of them I recognize as the girl that stabbed my brother. They are both in normal clothing, they aren't dressed like Cholas. She's trying to get by and she doesn't recognize me so I push her and I say "I told you I was going to find you!" She's looking at me like "oh yeah, about that..." So I take her by the shoulders and I swing her around. Her friend has her fists up and she taps me on the shoulder. I say to her "DON'T! This is isn't between you and me! This is all her so you step back and let us deal with this!" The girl I want to fight is just standing there like she doesn't want to fight me so i cuss at her. And I'm thinking, "why doesn't this girl want to fight me! She almost killed my brother and I pushed her." She finally gives in and she hits me so I grab her by the hair and I just start wailing on her face. --You know how in dreams you never have enough strength to hit someone or run fast enough? Well in this dream I was so powerful-- I have this girl in a headlock and she's struggling to get out but I won't let go, I just keep hitting her and soon her head feels like I'm punching a pillow (which means that I might have actually been acting this part out while I was sleeping!). I let her go and she falls to the ground and disappears. This concludes my dream!

Movies will keep me company

2008-12-08T13:25:00.000-07:00

30 days/4 weeks and 1 day until I leave for Idaho.

This will be my first time that I go anywhere alone. As everybody already knows Noemi won't be back because she's going on a mission! Its exciting. Back to me! I'll be alone and I haven't been alone in...about 13 years... I haven't done anything alone in 13 years! I'm scared sh**less! (sorry! it's the only way I can describe it as strongly as I feel it). Noemi is always there to tell me what to do. I don't even think when I'm with her, I let her do all the thinking and I just try to keep her entertained. When at the airport I would let her think about where we were going and what we had to do. I followed her and I would do whatever she did. This time I'm going to have to pay attention to where I'm going and I'll have to know all my flight info. I'll have to go through security by myself and those people are scary! I'll have to be really careful that I don't miss any of my flights and worse of all...I'll be all alone with no one to talk to. No one to look at and laugh with when I see/hear something ridiculous. Oh and also, if anyone has ever noticed, I speak in plural! I say "we" far more than I say "I", people are going to think I'm crazy when I do this now! I'm scared.

On the bright side I have thought of ways to keep me entertained. It's simple really. Movies and books!

I'm going to need books because while I don't want to miss my boarding call (I've heard this happens!) so I can't have my headphones on. I need from you suggestions on books that I can read while waiting for my boarding call.

I have downloaded some movies that I can watch on the way. So far I have "Beauty and the Beast", "Penelope", "Things We Lost in the Fire" and "the Royal Tenenbaums". I'm thinking about downloading "Pineapple Express", "Trainspotting", "Baby Mama".

Yes, I do realize that I won't have time to watch all of these but it's good to have choices. You should rank them for me. Which should I try to watch first?

Few and Far Between

2008-12-06T13:46:00.000-07:00

My dad is Funny.

I love him because when we hang out we don't talk and its not awkward

We both just prefer the silence.

He misses us when we are gone

He calls us just to say that he misses us

He calls us to tell us the latest gossip in our family.

He has the same sense of humor as I do, except in Spanish

He trusts me

Because his hugs are few and far between, I love his hugs the most

He says things like "FRIENDS FOREVER!!"

We make fun of everyone around us but he never makes fun of me.

They Changed My Life

2008-12-04T14:37:00.000-07:00

Music, it is a better friend to me than any one person. I started listening to music in elementary school. I didn't have any friends. Not even Noemi was my friend so I think I found solace in having noise around me. I would sit in my room, play with my barbies and listen to the radio. I left the radio on when I went to sleep even though I'd have to listen to radio commercials. I still listen to music when I go to sleep. So this post is dedicated to the music that changed my life. I'll try to make this in chronological order but if my memory fails I apologize.

Enrique Iglesias- Self Titled. My family used to watch this Soap at 7 pm. It was called Marisol and he sang the song at the beginning. I thought it was the best song ever! My dad bought me his CD. I listened to it on repeat all everyday! I took out the album cover and I took with me to school. I was in 3rd grade.
Mariah Carey- Butterfly- I must have been 10. I walked into a "Media Play" store with my dad and I saw this HUGE poster of the album cover and I HAD to listen to it. I went over to where you could sample the CDs but right when I got there my dad said we were leaving. That year for christmas this girl from church gave me the cassette. I only listened to side 1 and 1 song on the 2nd side. I loved it! I listened to it 24/7
Backstreet Boys- I was obsessed with them! I had all there CDs and I suffered ridicule from my guy friends from like 5-7th grade but I loved them so much. I think my friend and I even made a BSB Club. I had a whole wall dedicated to their posters. I watched them on TRL and I cried when I found out that they broke up, I was heart broken.
Sum41- The summer after 7th grade I heard their song Fat Lip on TRL and I was changed. I fell head over heels. I saved up 10 bucks so I could buy their CD. I called my friend Ryan (he was into slipknot and such). I thought he should be the first to know that I was changing my ways. He laughed. By the end of 8th grade I was listening to The Get Up Kids, The Ataris, Taking Back Sunday, a little bit of Less than Jake, Something Corporate. More or less "punk"(names of bands escape me right now).
Taking Back Sunday- Tell All Your Friends- I listened to this also 24/7 and even when I got new CDs I would listen to this CD whenever I could for the next 2 years. I went to see them in concert when I was in 9th grade! I was 14 and I was in love. I was introduced to Moneen at this concert. We left early because Saves the Day was headlining and Caitlin, Noemi and I didn't like them. We went out back and I got all of TBS to sign my shoe!! I loved the way that in some songs Adam Lazzaro screamed.
Fall Out Boy-Take This to Your Grave- This CD is so awesome. I can't describe it. Noemi, Caitlin and I saw them when they came to Atlanta before their second CD came out. I liked them but after that show I was irrevocably in love. In love with them, their music, and the way they performed live. I saw them again 2 more times. I was obsessed with them as well, I knew everything there was to know about them.
UnderOath- They are Only Chasing Saftey- I liked the screaming. It was good screaming and it made me so happy to listen to this! It still does! I love this CD. I think this CD is the reason for why I started liking "screamo".
HelloGoodbye- The Demos of their EP- I didnt own their EP until like 1 year after I knew them, I just had the demos of all the EP. Oh man, they made me feel like dancing! And dance I did. Molly would drive us to Target's parking lot at like 10 and we would open her car doors and blast the songs and we would dance, just dance! We were sooooo happy! I saw them in concert a few days before I left for my first year in Idaho. I cried. I was standing next to Molly and we were dancing. When the song was over I got choked up but then "Call N' Return" came on (it was our favorite). The tears I was trying to hold back, flooded my eyes and fell. We cried for the better half of that song but then we danced. This is also when I discovered that I liked to dance. I was changed!
Band of Annuals- Let Me Live- When I first heard this CD I was studying and I got up and just listened to it. I was in love again and this time the kind of music was unexpected. It tugged at my heart strings and buried itself way in there. It made me happy and it made me sad at the same time. It made me feel. It had been a long time since there was a CD that made me feel. It came at a time in my life when I wasn't sure anything could make me feel good. And then I found this CD and it was right when I was making new friends and they also would make me feel. Winter semester of '08 I had a flood of feelings that were dormant because there was so much change in my life, I think I subconsciously suppressed all feelings except anger. But that semester I rediscovered, jealousy, liking someone, the feeling that my new friends were, fast, becoming more important to me than myself, and I learned to be happy again (after 6 months of sheer anger). I will always love this CD.
Joshua James- The Sun is Always Brighter-This was my favorite CD of the Summer. This CD also made me feel. I've noticed that I love the voice of a singer more so than I love the music, that is to say that if at first I don't like their song but I love the voice I will listen to it again because of the voice, where vice versa it is not true. I love his voice! I LOVE it. I lack eloquence to describe to you just how much I love his voice.
Kings of Leon- Only By Night- It came as a surprise to me that I would love this CD so much! I love the lead singers voice a lot. I still don't know exactly why I love this CD but I think in retrospect I'll figure out.

That's it. I think this will tell you a little bit more about me. Maybe?