Her lover is a wimpy wizard

If God decides to strike me down dead for anything, it'll be for this

Sun, 10 Dec 2006 19:30:14 GMT

I just found out today that Gen. Augusto Pinochet died. I'm extremely happy, and I know I shouldn't be happy because someone died, but I am. This man was, in my opinion, an evil man who retarded the progress of his country. But whatever. I'm not Chilean, so I'm obviously not connected to this in the slightest, but still.

Wed, 25 Oct 2006 16:17:22 GMT

Okay, so I'm going to Budapest this weekend, but now I'm kind of worried because someone told me there have riots in the city... umm... kind of scared. But, I've dreamt of going and nothing's going to stop me. Besides, what other American student can say they have been in the middle of a national riot in a former Communist country?

Question for the knowing ones

Thu, 05 Oct 2006 16:13:19 GMT

All right, so Thanksgiving weekend I'm going to Paris and London. I'm going to fly from Rome into Paris and then fly out of London into Rome. The question I have is whether I should take the TGV from Paris to London or fly instead. If I fly it's actually cheaper by 20 euros, but I've always wanted to take the TGV and someone made a valid point when they said that flying into London is a pain in the ass. So if anyone has any advice I would greatly appreciate it!

Doctor, doctor! I have a headache!

Thu, 24 Aug 2006 21:48:33 GMT

Well, I had a marathon headache last weekend and it really, REALLY made me miss my Jorge, but I get to see him tonight, and tomorrow, and tomorrow night. I'm just counting down the hours. It's gonna be a marathon session of volunteering. YAY! But I still really wish I knew how he felt, but I'm not putting myself out there, I'm just going to hope that he brings it up. Is it too much to hope that he's as taken in as me? Sigh.

In other news, JCM is still alive and well, but not very happy with me. At this point I kind of want to tell him to shove it where the sun don't shine. I still care for him because he is an interesting person, but I think he expected me to want to lick his boots once we got engaged or something of the sort. No, elsie I still will not admit I'm more American than Mexican. A good marriage especially to a political candidate is still something that I would like, I'm just not sure I would like it within the next 4 years and I know he would. So if he wishes I'm just going to tell him he can break it off. Our engagement wasn't formally announced, so it won't cause a scandal.

Ugh, listen to me, head over heels for one guy, engaged(?) to another. Even I hate me.

I've been packing for Rome because I leave on Saturday, but part of me wishes I were returning to South Carolina to be with my girls. elsie and oceaneyed8, you two better not forget me. I'm going to be miserable whenever I think about you guys. I already am. Hey girls, how about studying abroad spring semester? Ya know, just an idea. Wink, wink, nudge, nudge. Oh, and btw, my mom said I could live off campus senior year, she even suggested I buy a house. So yay! Anyways, I'm gonna go off to Rome, try and have some fun, and just look ahead to the general chaos we're gonna create senior year. I'm gonna miss you guys, and I love you so much. You both mean more to me than I can express.

Elsie's meme-thing

Sat, 05 Aug 2006 20:56:34 GMT

Once you've been tagged, you have to write a blog entry with five complete lies about yourself. That is, five things about you that are completely not true. Not even slightly. THEN hide in the entry a 6th line, something that is absolutely TRUE and the first person to guess which one is true wins. Then tag up to five people you want to turn into compulsive liars too.

Okay, elsie tagged me for this because she thinks I can't fool her. Well, I'm up to the challenge.

1. My family wanted to send me to convent school when I was a little girl because they caught me playing house and doctor with a boy.
2. When I was a little girl I used to try and write with my left hand because I wanted to be more like my father.
3. When I was in high school I was a prep.
4. My favorite smell is the smell of pavement during rain.
5. I once dated a guy who was younger than me, and when I found out I broke up with him.
6. My favorite dish is Kahlua chocolate cheesecake.

I'm supposed to tag people so just in case they read this I'll tag madamtorsion, reallycorking, snarkypants, and of course oceaneyed8 even though she's already been tagged.

Just to set my girls at ease...

Fri, 28 Jul 2006 01:21:05 GMT

Like Gwyneth Paltrow says in Emma, "I may have lost my heart, but I still have my self-control!" So girls, no matter what happens or doesn't happen with Jorge, I am still coming back to Carolina!!!!

Soccernomics!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Sun, 09 Jul 2006 15:49:35 GMT

1. Germany pounded Portugal's asses!!!! Yay!

2. I didn't get to see the second half of the game because my mom called me to ask me to drive her to the plant nursery, and I had to because I'm the only one who can drive the frickin' Jeep. I'm starting to think she got the Jeep for herself. Hmmm....

3. Had fun with Jorge during the first half. But not as much fun as I would normally have. *Sighs*

4. Finally finished reading Freakonomics which was so good in that I'll never be a brilliant as the author way. I hadn't really been able to read because I had way too much on my plate, but I was finally able to finish it in one go yesterday.

5. My new favorite link: Socccernomics http://www.abnamro.com/pressroom/releases/2006/2006-03-22-en.jsp
Man, a company that combines my two great loves: Soccer and economics. I think I have found the company for which I want to work. Now, if only they would do an economic analysis on NIN, my life would be perfect. Actually, no, if they would hire me to do an economic analysis on NIN and let me sleep with the subject of my report my life would be perfect. *Grins*

6. Italy v. France today!!!!!!! Not moving an inch from the couch. I want to see the objects of my lust pound the stinky French to a pulp.

My pointless life since my last entry:

Fri, 30 Jun 2006 05:43:38 GMT

1. Apparently that favor I asked of Jorge came with strings attached. Last night he called to see if I would return the favor, which seeing as I can resist anything but temptation I most definitely could. That's why I didn't answer your calls, elsie. However, the situation is not so simple. Right now, I'm in a state where I don't want anything but doing each other favors, but apparently now we're a... "couple." How do I know this? Because Lindsay called to ream me out for "playing" with Jorge, who was the one that told her what we were doing. I really hope he doesn't think this anything but favoring each other, but I suppose I'll have to set him straight just in case. Oh, by the way, Lindsay is apparently straight again. Ugh, drama.

2. Somehow, despite all the drama described above, I've been doing very well in my summer class. I got a 99 on the most recent test!

3. Another stupid comparison to That 70's Show: Jackie smokes cigars, I smoke cigars. Hmmmm...

4. Alas, now that Mexico is out of the World Cup and my Angolese goalkeeper is no longer there to pretty up the screen I haven't been following soccer as religiously as before. But never fear, oceaneyed8 I am still drooling over the Italians. You know, as an only child I was taught not to share, but since I love you so much (and you do have first dibs on them, damn you) I am very willing to share.

5. My mom bought me another car since she likes the one I've been driving so much. What does she get this little anti-gas guzzlin', Hummer-hatin', short girl... a frickin' Jeep Cherokee. At first I wanted nothing to do with it, but now... it's so much fun!!!! All the other cars are scared of me esp. since I'm a speed demon.

Oh, the agony!!!!!!!

Sun, 25 Jun 2006 15:51:05 GMT

1. Mexico lost to Argentina, 2-1. And they played soooooo well, too. Then they had to go into over time, and that's when Argentina beat them.

2. Yesterday I had a migraine that would not go away, not with medicine, not with sleep. Finally, I decided to try out a theory that I had heard about how to get rid of headaches. I called Jorge, a guy I used to hang out with who always had a slight crush on me, and asked him if he would do me a favor. Well, they're right, orgasms do get rid of migraines. *GRINS*

3. Guess what, elsie? I got that vest from Target for $10!!!!!!

4. Yay!!!!!! elsie is coming back soon, and then we're going to New Orleans!!!!!!! Yay!!! If only oceaneyed8 could join us. I'll miss you darling. I love you!

Does God listen to prayers about soccer?

Sat, 24 Jun 2006 00:06:49 GMT

I sure do hope so, because tomorrow Mexico plays against Argentina. Oh, the pain, the torture of it all. Damn Argentineans, why'd they have to be so good at soccer. Damn Mexicans, why'd they have to be so possibly good at soccer then be so pathetically mediocre. Anyways, I'll be up early tomorrow and in church praying for a miracle.
I make my same offer to the Mexican team that I made for the Mexico-Portugal match: "Me acostare con mucho gusto y entusiasmo si le ganan a los argentinos."

Randomness

Fri, 23 Jun 2006 23:51:03 GMT

1. Plebs have taken over Vogue. I don't know if anyone else has noticed, but recently Wal-Mart has been allowed to advertise in this bible of fashion. What the fuck? I just thought that this was more of Wal-Mart's slow, but sure taking over of the world, but my mother recently brought me an Architectural Digest magazine (more on this in #2), and I was flipping through it I realize how much more sophisticated and untainted by plebs it was. So I have come to the conclusion that plebs have taken over Vogue.

2. My mother works in a hospital as a nurse, and many nurses and doctors bring their old magazines for people to read in the waiting rooms, etc. Back in April, when I was too far away to stop her, my mother took all the Vogues I had amassed and dropped them off at her hospital. However, she did leave me some Cosmopolitans. WTF? I berated telling her that Vogues are sacred, and Cosmopolitans aren't. So anyways, in order to make it up to me she, knowing that I enjoy architecture and interior design, brought me back that magazine. And let me tell you... they have better jewelry being adverstised in it than Vogue. There's this one diamond and platinum bracelet in the shape of leaves from Tiffany's that made me realize how much I need a rich husband. Maybe I will marry JCM after all. Screw it elsie, gorgeous jewelry is worth my possible unhappiness, especially when you've got a "Splash" bracelet from Tiffany's.

3. I went to the Italian Consulate for the second time this summer in order to get a visa for Rome. The first time I met with an older woman and she was quite business-like and cold. I was sent away. This time I got a man... man, do I love Latin men. It's like they can't do enough to make life easy for me.

4. Highlight of my day: an Italian man thought I was pure Italian.

5. Yesterday, I finally saw X-Men 3, and I loved it. These movies are supposed to be a metaphor for people who are obstracized on account of their differences. Mutants can be gays, Jews, African Americans, Hispanics, you name it. And you know something, moralizing and proselityzing goes down a lot easier when it comes wrapped in a shiny package of awesome special effects and a bunch of pretty people. I mean, I don't believe in accepting as gospel what should be considered entertainment. Yes, movies have the right to philosophize, but they shouldn't expect to be taken seriously when they're basically trying to rake in as much money as possible on a rather weak script. As pure entertainment I loved the movie. It was really good for a movie of its genre. However, my beliefs and ethics are already in place, and aren't likely to be changed by a movie, no matter that my beliefs and ethics are in accordance with most of what the movie did preach. One thing I really did like is the allusion that they made to euthanasia, which is rather important to me.

For my girls elsie and oceaneyed8

Tue, 20 Jun 2006 18:49:06 GMT

Look: lesglobalwhores You two got invites, and you're maintainers so go forth and create.

It's all based on oceaneyed8's comment, but apparently worldly whores was already taken. *tear*

I'll sleep with any guy on the Mexican soccer team who scores a goal...

Fri, 16 Jun 2006 21:21:08 GMT

And I'll sleep with the whole team if they win against Portugal, because man do I want to see them get into at least semi-finals. They're generally a good team, but sometimes they're crapshit like today's match against Angola. Damn... did they bite the big one, and I have to admit Angola's goalee was amazing and pretty cute. Because I want the Mexican team to know what's at stake I'm going to write my declaration in Spanish: "Me acostare con cualquiera de ustedes que anote un gol y si ganan contra Portugal me acostare con el equipo entero." Sigh.

My cell phone is teh suck

Thu, 15 Jun 2006 00:37:10 GMT

Okay, so wifey and lover of mine I have to apologize for the crapshit that is my phone. For some reason it thinks that it, not I, should decide when my calls end and it always loses the call right before I say bye to either of you. No, it's not me being pissy... it's the cell phone. At least it always ends when the call is almost over.
Love, love, love you both!!!!!!!!

How much stupider could I get?

Sun, 04 Jun 2006 19:08:43 GMT

So the NIN concert in Houston is set to start in 5 hours, and I stupidly didn't buy a ticket in South Carolina when I could have done it without my mother knowing. Because according to my cheapskate mother's ideas the only events worth paying for are culturally-enriching events such as operas and ballets, and even for those one should try to obtain tickets at half-price or up in an area that causes nosebleeds. Now, I would argue that NIN is indeed culturally-enriching, but considering how the amount of spending money for Europe that I get is contigent upon me being a "good" daughter, I think the point is rather moot. But still, I can't help but bang my head against the wall continously at my own stupidity, after all I'm supposed to be past mistress in the art of subterfuge. So I will hide in my room listening to NIN at full volume in order to mask my high-pitched wailing lamenting my own inadequacy.

Two amusing interludes with my mom

Sun, 21 May 2006 07:18:12 GMT

So my mother and I are driving in the car, and listening to the 80's music station when all of a sudden a song that I really hate comes on. I switch it to my old radio station (an alternative music station). Loud, angry music comes on. My mom immediately groans and tells me to switch it back because to her all my music sounds "like a bunch of guys who can't play or sing got together in order to pollute the world with the festering turds that [I] call music." Of course, all of this was said in Spanish. Since she is the one driving I have to switch it back according to the rules we set when I first got my license.

Cut to later in the night when my mother is about to leave for work, and she comes into my room to say goodbye just as I'm putting in the best CD in the world ([with teeth]). She plaintively asks why didn't I put on my music before she left since I know she always enjoys my music. I give her a look of utter incredulity before asking if she's shitting me? "Language," she responds. So I click play. You know what you are? comes on. She says, "Okay, you're right."

*HEADDESK* and again.

I'm an idiot!

Fri, 19 May 2006 05:38:25 GMT

Apparently Trent Reznor's birthday was two days ago depending on what time zone one is in, and I completely forgot like the space-cadet that I am. So happy birthday to a fucking genius who I'd like to fuck. Yes, ladies and gentlemen... he is a FGILF or something to that effect. But I digress... Happy Birthday to the most talented (IMHO) musician in the industry today!

Hey elsie, apparently I'm not all that evil. Darn.

Wed, 10 May 2006 05:36:45 GMT

Gacked from laurel_tx

You Are 46% Evil

You are evil, but you haven't yet mastered the dark side.
Fear not though - you are on your way to world domination.

How Evil Are You?

Burn It!

Tue, 09 May 2006 04:45:27 GMT

Damn... I can't believe I forgot to mention the night oceaneyed8, elsie, and I all burned my notes from every subject I had this past horrible semester. Burn it baby!

Last week of school

Mon, 08 May 2006 07:24:11 GMT

This entry is dedicated to elsie, oceaneyed8, and for E.

My favorite moments of the last week of school:
1. Driving to the airport with elsie, oceaneyed8, and E while listening to NIN at full-blast with the windows down. It was the perfect 20 minutes all thanks to my wonderful girls and the amazing music.
2. Hanging out with elsie, oceaneyed8, and E at the airport. Can't say it was my favorite because all the while I was with them I couldn't forget that this was the last time we would all hang out together for a long time.
3. Listening to JB play "blues-grass" at a bluegrass club's amateur night. He IS talented. How could I not include a favorite moment that involved JB?
4. oceaneyed8's awesome commando birthday party. This party's only rule was that everybody had to come commando... with a rule like that how could it not be fun?
5. Sitting on my bed at 4 in the morning of my last day in Carolina eating chocolate cheesecake and ice-cream with elsie. Orgasm in my mouth and good company = perfect happiness
6. Walking in the cementary and in the rose garden with E. She really helped me feel alive again after having felt null for some time.
7. Eating pancakes ala Mexicana with oceaneyed8 and elsie on my last day. Again orgasm in my mouth and good company and add to that the fact that I'm introducing my girls to some Mexican customs... and it's much more than perfect happiness.
8. Doing a fishdive with Ben. It's a complicated lift that I used to do in ballet, and it was wonderful to do it again. Plus, Ben is awesome.
9. Spending time with oceaneyed8, her man, and elsie my last night in Carolina.
10. Getting a voice-mail from E. S-e-ve-e-e-e-n PM, 'nuff said.

The bittersweet;
Trying to tell JB I don't know how many times how I felt about him, and circumstances interfering.

Happy (late) Birthday oceaneyed8!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Mon, 08 May 2006 06:57:40 GMT

Happy late Birthday sugar! I hope you had a wonderful day! It sucks that I didn't get to share it with you, but all my best thoughts were with you. Since I met you my life has been brighter. You're a special, very wonderful, and very real person. I'm sorry that I didn't post this sooner, but my internet has been the suckage. I <3 you!

Ghost stories

Tue, 11 Apr 2006 00:52:16 GMT

So I was hanging out with oceaneyed8 this afternoon and trading ghost stories... and I'm still a little freaked out. All of this started because I started to play her "La Llorona" as sung by Oscar Chavez. Now, La Llorona is Mexico's national ghost, and in truth is something of a metaphor for Mexico itself. Legend states that there was a beautiful half-blood woman who fell in love with a Spanish nobleman. The nobleman seduced her and she ran away with him. He put her up in a mansion filled with luxuries, and there she lived quite happily and proudly in sin, eventually giving birth to his children. She was a proud woman, and she antagonize many people especially since she was so unashamed of her lifestyle. Then one day the nobleman tells her that she and her children must leave since his fiancee has just arrived at the Port of Veracruz. The woman goes crazy and tries to burn the mansion down, but is stopped. She and her children must roam the streets because no one will give them shelter or food as a way of punishing her for her sins. Her children are miserable since they are accustomed to being sheltered and fed, and will not stop crying. Their cries drive the woman insane, and as they walk by the river she decides that the only way to stop their cries is to clean them. However, she is unaware of what she is doing and drowns. Eventually, she comes back to her senses and screams, "Oh my God, my children!" Until her death that is all she ever said. It is said that she still walks mourning her children. She will only haunt men, and according to legend if a man hears her wails close by he is safe for La Llorona is far away, but if he hears her cries far away she is right behind him and he better run.

Then I told her two more stories that involve my family and house in Mexico. Part of the house dates back to the 16th century, and was owned by a Spaniard. It is said that the Spaniard still haunts the house, but he has never shown himself. However, so the story goes, that upon turning 20 all the women in my family have seen him in their dreams. I've turned 20, but I haven't been to Mexico since last summer so I can't say whether he really does appear. Then the next story is about a gorgeous silver mirror that used to hang in my room. Once, when I was younger and getting ready for my ballet class I was pulling my hair into a bun. All of a sudden the mirror became blurry, which is strange as that mirror was truly flawless. I lean in and instead of seeing my face I see that of my father's. I run downstairs and tell my uncle, aunt, and grandmother what I had seen. I go to ballet class, and when I come back the mirror is covered with a sheet. The next day it is taken down and hidden away. According to my family that mirror is known for showing the faces of departed family members and loved ones, something I ignored until the incident. I had been quite happy to have it in my room as it is a beautiful mirror, but since it's been hidden away I have not seen it nor do I wish to.

London Bridge is falling down

Thu, 06 Apr 2006 00:00:51 GMT

Apparently my way of life is soon to come to a crashing end. I just found out yesterday that my grandfather has prostate cancer and the outlook isn't good. Throughout my life he has been a pillar, a constant, a father-figure, someone who made many decisions for me. I confess I have constantly questioned his rules and his traditions, but I still always deferred to him in most aspects of my life. I grew up American enough to understand that in many areas his ideas and his wishes for me were out-moded, medieval. Yet, I'm still Mexican enough to wish to please him as much as possible. Even when he made up a ridiculous resume of my "wifely" qualities and managed to get me engaged to JCM, I wanted to please him, and I must admit I was content with the arrangement, after all, it meant that I was guaranteed a situation where I would be content and comfortable. I realize now that for him it wasn't a matter of building up a power base through my marriage, it's the only way he knows to ensure that I was cared for. Many of the things he does and says are his way of showing how much he loves me.

Now, when he leaves, my whole way of life will change into something wholly unrecognizable. He is, in truth, what holds the whole family together. I know most Americans and other Protestant-based cultures don't understand the concept of living in the family home until one gets married, but that's what all my aunts and uncles have done. A long time ago I was told that if my grandfather died they would all move out, and all three houses would be sold. The truth is that as the favored grandchild I was to solely inherit all three houses upon the deaths of my mother, aunts, and uncles. I was very happy about this because these houses are where I grew up, most of my memories are connected to them. It would hurt me to see someone else living in a place that is so special to me. And the house in Mexico City is the one I always thought of as my home, no matter that I have lived for ten years in Houston, it is the place I always thought of whenever I was sad or happy. Also, factor in that I associate my family with my home, and now when I go visit Mexico they'll be scattered all over.

He was always a constant. The way he presided over us all. When I was little I used to be afraid of him, but as I grew up and rebelled slightly he would only brushed it off saying that it pleased him that I was spirited. As a little girl he used to take me to confession because his religion is such an important part of him and he wanted to ensure that I didn't go to hell. As a little girl he would always rest his hand on my shoulder when we walked together, and I remember feeling so secure. Then as I grew up he would offer me the crook of his elbow. He always listens so attentively to me, has never once in my life silenced me. He asks me to read to him saying that my slight accent amuses him. He's always looked after me, ensuring that I always act like a proper young lady.

I called him yesterday. Tried to talk to him about the upcoming elections in Mexico, and how he's such an important to his party. I hardly got a response from him. When I told him I would see him this summer he just said that we would see. I thought I had more time.

Happy Birthday elsie!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Sat, 25 Mar 2006 18:29:40 GMT

Happy Birthday elsie!!!!!!!!! You're my bestest, most cherished friend in the world!!!!!! I can't even begin to tell you how much your friendship means to me. I don't know what I would do without my partner in mimecrime, but I know it wouldn't be much. I'm going to do my best to make this the most special day of this year for you. Then every subsequent birthday I'll try to top it. LOVE YOU!!!!!

F*ing Hell aka Stupid Boys with their Stupid Boy Penises

Fri, 24 Mar 2006 00:56:14 GMT

So Econ. guy was a complete asshat. Last Tuesday I was sitting in the library in one of the carrels studying for my Econ. test when who should walk by, but Econ. guy and his friend who is also in our class. They didn't see me, but I did see them. I'm just sitting there hoping that maybe he'll see, but instead I hear my name. Then I hear his friend ask what he is going to do about me considering he has a girlfriend. What does Econ. guy say? He says,"Hell, if she's available I'm get that." What the fuck?!?!?!?! I mean seriously! I can't believe he would do that. I don't know what pisses me off the most: the what he was going to try and do, or the fact that he doesn't respect me enough not to talk about me in a public place like that. I'm worth so much more than that... bastard. So Tues. in class I gave him the cold shoulder. I'm not going to tell him I heard him because what if he tries to pull the same crap on some other girl, if he's careless again it'll save the girl. I'm just happy I found out before anything happened.

Then there's JB who despite my best efforts is still featuring prominently in my thoughts. elsie and I got lost on the way to the NIN concert, and I called JB who's from the area. He totally saved our asses. Then Friday I saw him and I was so grateful I kissed him on the cheek. He freaked out because he knows I'm not a very affectionate person, and this whole week he's been acting strange. Just when I'm over him, he thinks that I like him. What the fuck? Damn boys... not worth my time. Maybe I'll finally get some studying done.