i am pooped!
Writing this setting analysi paper for my intro to fiction course is driving me up a wall. I have decide to take a break.. only i would choose to take a break from writing by writing... lol.. haha makes no sense but whatever. I like to free write.. and although i know that puntuation is important at times i fell like just blabbling.. besides.. to me blogging isnt really writing.. more like a converstation with myself.. and of course if my wopping TWO readers read this.. wait.. it wont be a converstation because they wont be allowed to reply back.. lol
so anyway.. unfaithfulness has been an ongoing topic lately.. with everything i come across seems like it. first.. that dumb paper im avoiding getting back to.. its about this woman in heat.. lol.. she sleeps with a former lover during a storm while her husband and son are out at the store.. she doesnt get caught because the lover leaves as the storm ends.. but what struck me was that Calixa, the woman in heat, has no remorse of having done what she did.. as the storm passes so does she and just as the the calmness felt after any storm, so does the calmness return to her life and she continues on and receives her husband as if nothing had happend. she loves her husband but how can a woman d such a thing?
coming from a home where infidelity changed the course of my life and brought me to the conclusion that the only way i can ever be sure i am with someone (not that im dating anyone... )who i can trust to not given in to the "programmed urged to spread the seed" is to be critical when choosing someone to be with. The only way i think that this can be obained is to find someone who will chooses to live a life of obedience in the eyes of God.
again, people my ages, for the most part- are out and about dating left and right, popping baby after baby, and some thinking they are doing the right thing getting married because a child was conceived..anywho.. theres no way i can find a guy who has the same values and morals as i do.. so whats a girl to do?
I dont mean to sound as if marriage is on my mind but as another year is creeping on by i have the sense to question when, where and to who will i spend the rest of my life with. i have my degree to finish.. my goals to accomplish and marriage isnt in the near future at all.. (because that would probably imply of me having a bf and since i dont it may be even further in the very far future..) but ugh.. for somereason i wish i had someone to spend time with.
girl friends are ok.. dont get me wrong.. but for me.. its been a while since ive felt cared about by someone of the opposite sex and i miss the feeling of knowing someone was thinking of me.. someone cares.. someone wants to see a movie together.. go for a walk in the park.. or study together..
this post makes no sense to me at all.. did i mentioned i was pooped! my brian feels fried.. so blaH! dont question, its just my ramblings.. i guess i should head back to that damn Calixa and ettempt to explain how the storm had a thing or two to do with her not feeling any remorse for sleeping with someone else who wasnt her husband..
Sunday, September 27, 2009
Sunday, September 20, 2009
back in Febuary of this year
So for the sake of it all here is a bog i wrote on the once loved myspace.. i wrote this in febuary of this month and well i kinda just want to post it on here.. so yea..
Been caught up with reading all these books that have been sitting on my shelf for sometime...
i didnt really enjoy the last book i read.. i guess its cus im not into
science fiction.. but one of my resolutions for the new year was to
read other genres besides romance novels.. lol
Im currently reading "In Perfect Light, by
benjamin
alire
Saenz (accent on a)
its just a novel. (no romance in it..lol.. i know i know.)
havent gotten too far into it but i'd like to share some of it here.. so here it goes...
She wouldn't let anyone play her that way because she was too smart and
had grown up too poor and had fought an eternal war with idiots who
mistook poverty for lack of ambition instead of for what it was-- the
accident of birth.
She wouldn't let anyone play her that way because she was a beautiful
woman who had learned not to rely on the shallow fact of her beauty,
because she understood clearly that her beauty, like her poverty, was
also nothing more than a mere accident of birth. She would not let
anyone play her that way because she had worked too hard to be honest,
honest not in the eyes of God, who had no eyes, not in the eyes of her
friends and colleagues, no in the eyes of her son, not in the eyes of
anyone but HERSELF, the harshest, the severest of judges.
this actually made me stop and i had to read it over and over again. I
stopped reading after this.. the passage triggered too many thoughts in
me.
Honesty to myself, is probably the issue that hits home. I’m
surrounded by people who care and love me, that I know, most if not all
are family.However, Ive been having a really hard time trying to be
honest with myself.
For people who REALLY know me, you would agree that I’m not a
self-centered person, I am as humble as one can get. Or at least I
think I am (feel free to disagree).
Ive always done what others want me to do, taken roads knowing that I
wouldn’t be happy traveling, and all because ive been so focused on
trying to please those around me. My Family is probably the biggest
influence of all.. what do you expect? I was raised to obey.. the most
sacred commandment ---“honor thy mother and father” and I’ve done a
heck of a good job. (although I can almost guarantee that they think
other wise.)
Is, Moving out in order to grow and learn to be independent a crime?
What about not dating the guy your parents want you to date?
What about moving to a place far away from friends and family.. is THAT a crime?
Going against my parents wishes is probably something I will always struggle with.
Going away to college my freshman year was the hardest time I had.
I needed to be true to myself. I was always concerned with how my
parents would judge me. and it bugged me because they didn’t fully
approve… in fact they still don’t think much of it theyd jsut rather
ignore it. and in their eyes i never left. it bugs me cus for me that
year was a heck of an accomplishment and theyd just rather ignore it
because recognizing it would be approving of the fact that i left the
house NOT in a white dress the way they had hoped.. .
Coming back into town was mainly cus of financial issues, i could have
stuck it out and i should have but knowing that my parents wanted me
home kinda just made me give up in trying to make my financial issues
work out.. but now they were simply glad to have me back home,
something is eating me up because I failed. I let myself down. And now
I’ve had to answer to the harshest and severest judge of all.. Myself.
May the good Lord forgive me for disobeying my parents but I no longer
wish to abide by their wishes if im not happy.
I may be considered a rebel in their eyes.. maybe even the black sheep
of the family but that’s ok. I know that im not doing anything wrong.
My values and morals are still very dear to my heart and although
sometimes they think ive lost sight of them, they could not be further
from the truth.
I must admit though, that on most days it kills me that I don’t have
their full blessing.. I wish I would conform just like my twin sister
or my brothers. I wish i wasn’t so ambitious. Happiness would be
acquired much more quickly but instead, my head is filled with goals
and milestones that ive yet to accomplish.
I wish they understood me. I wish they would realize that I’m not the
rebel they’ve come to see. I wish I had their support. I simply wish
they’d accept me for the person that Ive become.
I simply wish…………………………..
Been caught up with reading all these books that have been sitting on my shelf for sometime...
i didnt really enjoy the last book i read.. i guess its cus im not into
science fiction.. but one of my resolutions for the new year was to
read other genres besides romance novels.. lol
Im currently reading "In Perfect Light, by
benjamin
alire
Saenz (accent on a)
its just a novel. (no romance in it..lol.. i know i know.)
havent gotten too far into it but i'd like to share some of it here.. so here it goes...
She wouldn't let anyone play her that way because she was too smart and
had grown up too poor and had fought an eternal war with idiots who
mistook poverty for lack of ambition instead of for what it was-- the
accident of birth.
She wouldn't let anyone play her that way because she was a beautiful
woman who had learned not to rely on the shallow fact of her beauty,
because she understood clearly that her beauty, like her poverty, was
also nothing more than a mere accident of birth. She would not let
anyone play her that way because she had worked too hard to be honest,
honest not in the eyes of God, who had no eyes, not in the eyes of her
friends and colleagues, no in the eyes of her son, not in the eyes of
anyone but HERSELF, the harshest, the severest of judges.
this actually made me stop and i had to read it over and over again. I
stopped reading after this.. the passage triggered too many thoughts in
me.
Honesty to myself, is probably the issue that hits home. I’m
surrounded by people who care and love me, that I know, most if not all
are family.However, Ive been having a really hard time trying to be
honest with myself.
For people who REALLY know me, you would agree that I’m not a
self-centered person, I am as humble as one can get. Or at least I
think I am (feel free to disagree).
Ive always done what others want me to do, taken roads knowing that I
wouldn’t be happy traveling, and all because ive been so focused on
trying to please those around me. My Family is probably the biggest
influence of all.. what do you expect? I was raised to obey.. the most
sacred commandment ---“honor thy mother and father” and I’ve done a
heck of a good job. (although I can almost guarantee that they think
other wise.)
Is, Moving out in order to grow and learn to be independent a crime?
What about not dating the guy your parents want you to date?
What about moving to a place far away from friends and family.. is THAT a crime?
Going against my parents wishes is probably something I will always struggle with.
Going away to college my freshman year was the hardest time I had.
I needed to be true to myself. I was always concerned with how my
parents would judge me. and it bugged me because they didn’t fully
approve… in fact they still don’t think much of it theyd jsut rather
ignore it. and in their eyes i never left. it bugs me cus for me that
year was a heck of an accomplishment and theyd just rather ignore it
because recognizing it would be approving of the fact that i left the
house NOT in a white dress the way they had hoped.. .
Coming back into town was mainly cus of financial issues, i could have
stuck it out and i should have but knowing that my parents wanted me
home kinda just made me give up in trying to make my financial issues
work out.. but now they were simply glad to have me back home,
something is eating me up because I failed. I let myself down. And now
I’ve had to answer to the harshest and severest judge of all.. Myself.
May the good Lord forgive me for disobeying my parents but I no longer
wish to abide by their wishes if im not happy.
I may be considered a rebel in their eyes.. maybe even the black sheep
of the family but that’s ok. I know that im not doing anything wrong.
My values and morals are still very dear to my heart and although
sometimes they think ive lost sight of them, they could not be further
from the truth.
I must admit though, that on most days it kills me that I don’t have
their full blessing.. I wish I would conform just like my twin sister
or my brothers. I wish i wasn’t so ambitious. Happiness would be
acquired much more quickly but instead, my head is filled with goals
and milestones that ive yet to accomplish.
I wish they understood me. I wish they would realize that I’m not the
rebel they’ve come to see. I wish I had their support. I simply wish
they’d accept me for the person that Ive become.
I simply wish…………………………..
Saturday, September 5, 2009
blog 2 : overdue ( how fair is it?)
So i have this nephew, he is my oldest brothers son, who lives with my parents. When my mother decided to come to the US she eventually brought all of us, including my eldest brother and his wife. While they were here they conceived their first child, he has all the privileges of a US citizen, but his parents do not.
Back in '98, the same year my nephew was born, my brother decides to follow some friends to Oklahoma, where he says there's more job opportunity and less risk of getting deported, because OK wasn't a border town, nor a state with a huge population of undocumented individuals. So they did. And we visited at least once a year, and had it not been for him moving up there, my family would've never taken a trip that would consist of taking I-35 North, we always go south.. Mexico. I loved visiting my brother, one Christmas, we got snowed in. and we came back a week later than expected, that was my freshman year in high school.
We were all happy for my brother who had made a life for himself there. A good home, stable job, and his little boy my nephew was going to school and learning so much English that by the end of his first grade year.. he would translate for his parents when ever need be.
Then they decided to just one day go for a "visit" to SLP. my sister in law had not seen her mom in almost a decade, and she missed her dearly, who wouldn't? so they made the trip and they're plans were to simply hire a coyote to get them across.. and so their plans soon unfolded and everything went as plan, except they get caught, run fingerprints and bam! find that my brother has been jailed (in OK) for fighting at bars, etc.. (hes a big drinker... or was at least..my first blog on here is mostly about this brother of mine) any who.. he gets told by immigration that if he attempts to cross again illegally and gets caught, he could and would go to jail for 14years because of his record and being in the us illegally. so he says the heck with that, ill stay in Mexico.
My nephew came across with no trouble for he is a citizen of the us. My parents picked him up and brought him over until his parents were across safely across.but when my brother decided to just live in Mexico, our hearts sank. His home, his furniture,vehicles were lost, and while my mom tried to convince him to allow my nephew to stay with us, he wouldn't have it. I didn't understand why they couldn't see that him being with us would be better for everyone. i then realized what we were asking him to do- give up his son, his first and only son. i realized this sooner than everyone.. and when i found my mother crying one day about this issue.. i asked her to just respect his wishes, after all he was only doing what my mother had done which was to keep us all together, she once said "donde esta la gallina, alli estaran sus pollitos" (which basically translates into, where ever the chicken is, is where her chicks are) i remember her vividly saying this to me and my sis when we would beg her to send us back with my grandma when we had first arrived here. We then sent my nephew back with his parents and lived over there for about a year an half.
In the small town (village, or ranch rather) where we come from, school isn't a big deal. Some kids go some don't and attendance is not enforced the way it is here. it was always this way and still is. Most kids are lucky to make it past the middle school and if you make it beyond that, its an admirable thing. we soon got word that my nephew was not going to school and his parents wouldn't enforce it. My brother and sister in law, soon realized ( a year later) that he was best off with my parents and us.
So there you have it. My nephew, can be found here from August til May in school and spends the summers in Mexico with parents and his little sister who was born there in SLP. We have all and will continue to encourage him to do his best at school, eventually work and i am excited too see him enter different stages of life. I made the promise of going for him every august and my parents take him in may, sometimes June and when the funds are available we send him for the Christmas holidays.
This August ('09) when i went for him, he took it fairly well. Tears were shed of course, what ten year old wants to leave his mom dad and little sister? I often think that he enjoys life there. Kids are roaming around late at night and its okay. No real danger there, every one knows each other and so they care for one another. My nephew will only cry, when he leaves them. He does not shed a tear for any other reason.
As we waited for our bus to start boarding, he hung his head and cried. I sat across from him in the waiting area and had the urge to sit next to him and comfort him. I held back the urge though. I allowed him to cry, and although the knot was hard to swallow, i just held in my own tears. AFter a while when he occasionally picked up his head, i sat next to him and gave him a hug. I also for the first time shared what i thought of this whole situation he was in. I write everything down, and i had written a letter for him that i carry with me, the whole writing a letter is just to keep my thoughts, i didnt hand him the letter to read i just said what i remember writing so what perfect time to say those words to him than now. so i did.
(here is what i had written)
Esgar,
I am sorry for all that you are going through, you're life is unlike any other boy. I am proud of you! you have been told that at any given time you have to choice to leave the us and go where you're parents are yet you choose to be here, and go to school and get ahead. You in my eyes are not a boy but a young man already. Your sacrifice will not be in vain. please know that. You will be very successful if you keep the path you are on. IT will pay off, and you will be able to help your family more than anyone else could. please know that i love you and will do everything i can do make your success even greater!
ITs crazy but at times i ask how fair is it that a young boy has to live this way? will it pay off? these questions are yet to be answered. but i have every hope in that the answers are all positive.
in the mean time this little guy is a hero in my eyes and someone i will always look up to, and im 12 years his senior
Back in '98, the same year my nephew was born, my brother decides to follow some friends to Oklahoma, where he says there's more job opportunity and less risk of getting deported, because OK wasn't a border town, nor a state with a huge population of undocumented individuals. So they did. And we visited at least once a year, and had it not been for him moving up there, my family would've never taken a trip that would consist of taking I-35 North, we always go south.. Mexico. I loved visiting my brother, one Christmas, we got snowed in. and we came back a week later than expected, that was my freshman year in high school.
We were all happy for my brother who had made a life for himself there. A good home, stable job, and his little boy my nephew was going to school and learning so much English that by the end of his first grade year.. he would translate for his parents when ever need be.
Then they decided to just one day go for a "visit" to SLP. my sister in law had not seen her mom in almost a decade, and she missed her dearly, who wouldn't? so they made the trip and they're plans were to simply hire a coyote to get them across.. and so their plans soon unfolded and everything went as plan, except they get caught, run fingerprints and bam! find that my brother has been jailed (in OK) for fighting at bars, etc.. (hes a big drinker... or was at least..my first blog on here is mostly about this brother of mine) any who.. he gets told by immigration that if he attempts to cross again illegally and gets caught, he could and would go to jail for 14years because of his record and being in the us illegally. so he says the heck with that, ill stay in Mexico.
My nephew came across with no trouble for he is a citizen of the us. My parents picked him up and brought him over until his parents were across safely across.but when my brother decided to just live in Mexico, our hearts sank. His home, his furniture,vehicles were lost, and while my mom tried to convince him to allow my nephew to stay with us, he wouldn't have it. I didn't understand why they couldn't see that him being with us would be better for everyone. i then realized what we were asking him to do- give up his son, his first and only son. i realized this sooner than everyone.. and when i found my mother crying one day about this issue.. i asked her to just respect his wishes, after all he was only doing what my mother had done which was to keep us all together, she once said "donde esta la gallina, alli estaran sus pollitos" (which basically translates into, where ever the chicken is, is where her chicks are) i remember her vividly saying this to me and my sis when we would beg her to send us back with my grandma when we had first arrived here. We then sent my nephew back with his parents and lived over there for about a year an half.
In the small town (village, or ranch rather) where we come from, school isn't a big deal. Some kids go some don't and attendance is not enforced the way it is here. it was always this way and still is. Most kids are lucky to make it past the middle school and if you make it beyond that, its an admirable thing. we soon got word that my nephew was not going to school and his parents wouldn't enforce it. My brother and sister in law, soon realized ( a year later) that he was best off with my parents and us.
So there you have it. My nephew, can be found here from August til May in school and spends the summers in Mexico with parents and his little sister who was born there in SLP. We have all and will continue to encourage him to do his best at school, eventually work and i am excited too see him enter different stages of life. I made the promise of going for him every august and my parents take him in may, sometimes June and when the funds are available we send him for the Christmas holidays.
This August ('09) when i went for him, he took it fairly well. Tears were shed of course, what ten year old wants to leave his mom dad and little sister? I often think that he enjoys life there. Kids are roaming around late at night and its okay. No real danger there, every one knows each other and so they care for one another. My nephew will only cry, when he leaves them. He does not shed a tear for any other reason.
As we waited for our bus to start boarding, he hung his head and cried. I sat across from him in the waiting area and had the urge to sit next to him and comfort him. I held back the urge though. I allowed him to cry, and although the knot was hard to swallow, i just held in my own tears. AFter a while when he occasionally picked up his head, i sat next to him and gave him a hug. I also for the first time shared what i thought of this whole situation he was in. I write everything down, and i had written a letter for him that i carry with me, the whole writing a letter is just to keep my thoughts, i didnt hand him the letter to read i just said what i remember writing so what perfect time to say those words to him than now. so i did.
(here is what i had written)
Esgar,
I am sorry for all that you are going through, you're life is unlike any other boy. I am proud of you! you have been told that at any given time you have to choice to leave the us and go where you're parents are yet you choose to be here, and go to school and get ahead. You in my eyes are not a boy but a young man already. Your sacrifice will not be in vain. please know that. You will be very successful if you keep the path you are on. IT will pay off, and you will be able to help your family more than anyone else could. please know that i love you and will do everything i can do make your success even greater!
ITs crazy but at times i ask how fair is it that a young boy has to live this way? will it pay off? these questions are yet to be answered. but i have every hope in that the answers are all positive.
in the mean time this little guy is a hero in my eyes and someone i will always look up to, and im 12 years his senior
blog 1 : overdue
so during my annual trip to Bledos.. i came across a few things and i happend to jot them down. so here they are..
While in San Luis, Potosi, I saw 3 people in random places, with neck braces... the first one, didnt really care, then i saw another one.. and reminded me that i had seen someone already with a neck brace. By the time i saw the third person i was like, what is going on? didnt realize how popular those things were.
I also was stranded for a several hours where i had no way of contacting anyone, nor they me. I arrived at SLP terminal around 10:45pm.. my plan was to stay at the bus station because the second bus that i was to take was pointless seeing as no one would be around to get me in Villa de Reyes, to take me to bledos.. but no.. my mother calls me and orders me to get on the last bus for that day which left at 11pm. so i do as im told. thisi is where my phone dies and i no longer recieve service
when i got to Villa de Reyes, a little past midnight.. no one was there to pick me up like my mother had said.. i had no way of calling my mom to let her know hwere i was at and i knew no one in that town.
Luckily this woman was there with her daughter and son and i politely asked them if they could point me in the direction of a hotel, they must have felt sorry for me cus they ended up driving me around the town looking for a hotel. Turns out that almost all of them were booked. We eventually found one on the outskirts of the town.
I couldnt help but realize how the different places where. I a few days before arriving and cheking into this hotel, i was at the Palmer HOuse Hilton, where important people pay and the cost of one night was $200. This place, i went to what would be considered the check in desk, the older man handed me a small bar of soap, a scratchy towel and asked me to write my name on a jounal. I did so and paid him $20 for the room. yes a twenty vs two hundred. at first i didnt realize it but man.. was this different than the palmer. lol. the bed was so hard i might as well be sleeping on the floor. In the shower, no hot water, and the TV was static, and nothing more.
I woke up very early and decided to make my way back to the bus terminal and wait til i got picked upl. Well my ollder brother who resides in bledos was already waiting for me. I got yelled it by him and other people for not contacting them, what was i to do? i had no signal and it was late. people were surprised i knew what to do.. its like common sense.! lol..
Anywho, no matter how hard i try, my visits always make me get ill. I dont drink the water, hardly ever eat the meat, dont get me wrong, i love all this stuff in fact i get a little sad cus i know that im restricted, i sure as hell dont need to spend and panic about being in the toilet all day long! lol..
oh well no matter how hard im not gonna do that when i go again, its rude and people dont know what sarcasm is.
next overduew blog will go up tomorrow. i need to go to bed.. im slowly drifting away. sorry if it makes no sense.
While in San Luis, Potosi, I saw 3 people in random places, with neck braces... the first one, didnt really care, then i saw another one.. and reminded me that i had seen someone already with a neck brace. By the time i saw the third person i was like, what is going on? didnt realize how popular those things were.
I also was stranded for a several hours where i had no way of contacting anyone, nor they me. I arrived at SLP terminal around 10:45pm.. my plan was to stay at the bus station because the second bus that i was to take was pointless seeing as no one would be around to get me in Villa de Reyes, to take me to bledos.. but no.. my mother calls me and orders me to get on the last bus for that day which left at 11pm. so i do as im told. thisi is where my phone dies and i no longer recieve service
when i got to Villa de Reyes, a little past midnight.. no one was there to pick me up like my mother had said.. i had no way of calling my mom to let her know hwere i was at and i knew no one in that town.
Luckily this woman was there with her daughter and son and i politely asked them if they could point me in the direction of a hotel, they must have felt sorry for me cus they ended up driving me around the town looking for a hotel. Turns out that almost all of them were booked. We eventually found one on the outskirts of the town.
I couldnt help but realize how the different places where. I a few days before arriving and cheking into this hotel, i was at the Palmer HOuse Hilton, where important people pay and the cost of one night was $200. This place, i went to what would be considered the check in desk, the older man handed me a small bar of soap, a scratchy towel and asked me to write my name on a jounal. I did so and paid him $20 for the room. yes a twenty vs two hundred. at first i didnt realize it but man.. was this different than the palmer. lol. the bed was so hard i might as well be sleeping on the floor. In the shower, no hot water, and the TV was static, and nothing more.
I woke up very early and decided to make my way back to the bus terminal and wait til i got picked upl. Well my ollder brother who resides in bledos was already waiting for me. I got yelled it by him and other people for not contacting them, what was i to do? i had no signal and it was late. people were surprised i knew what to do.. its like common sense.! lol..
Anywho, no matter how hard i try, my visits always make me get ill. I dont drink the water, hardly ever eat the meat, dont get me wrong, i love all this stuff in fact i get a little sad cus i know that im restricted, i sure as hell dont need to spend and panic about being in the toilet all day long! lol..
oh well no matter how hard im not gonna do that when i go again, its rude and people dont know what sarcasm is.
next overduew blog will go up tomorrow. i need to go to bed.. im slowly drifting away. sorry if it makes no sense.
Friday, September 4, 2009
so to kill some time here is a little something
Sorry.. random thoughts in bullets.. im being lazy.
1. i am ashamed! i have about 4 or 5 blogs i have started and have not been able to finish.. i will do this soon promise!
2. I miss the friends i made at my previous job. (you know who you are! imiss hanging out with you.. our pedicures, the movies, getting in trouble and just peole watching anywhere. :( I need to work on being a better friend)
3. I am broke as ever, seriously, this pay cut i took didnt really face me til now.. i am getting sick of PB &J sandwiches for Breakfast AND Lunch! i almost always never have dinner.. i think id gag at the sight of a THIRD PB&J sandwich.
4. I am going to donate plasma today. Dont judge.. im broke!!
5. My current Job supervisor is a lil whacko but fun.. shes know as the food police. She handed me a book titled "Skinny Bitch" what does that tell you?!
6.i am soo making all A's this semester!!! (at least im gonna try to!)
1. i am ashamed! i have about 4 or 5 blogs i have started and have not been able to finish.. i will do this soon promise!
2. I miss the friends i made at my previous job. (you know who you are! imiss hanging out with you.. our pedicures, the movies, getting in trouble and just peole watching anywhere. :( I need to work on being a better friend)
3. I am broke as ever, seriously, this pay cut i took didnt really face me til now.. i am getting sick of PB &J sandwiches for Breakfast AND Lunch! i almost always never have dinner.. i think id gag at the sight of a THIRD PB&J sandwich.
4. I am going to donate plasma today. Dont judge.. im broke!!
5. My current Job supervisor is a lil whacko but fun.. shes know as the food police. She handed me a book titled "Skinny Bitch" what does that tell you?!
6.i am soo making all A's this semester!!! (at least im gonna try to!)
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