stop being lazy
At a population of 38.8 million people, Latinos are the largest ethnic group in the United States. You can find us all over the nation from the East Coast to the West Coast. The Latino influence is strong in states with dense Latino populations such as Florida, New York, Illinois, Texas, California and New Jersey. These states alone together hold over 181 electoral votes of the 270 needed to win the presidency.
Although Latinos may be the largest group, they have the lowest representation when it comes to representing at the polls.
I'm a dirty monkey
My room is a freaking mess. It's driving me up the wall. I'll clean tomorrow for sure. If I'm not too tired. I fell like I have missed out on years of sleep. I guess that's what being active does to you. But back to the point, my room looks like it threw up and it's pretty nasty. Chunks everywhere minus the liquids. I will clean. I have to. I can't take much more of this.
I don't have my contacts on nor do I have my glasses on. I don't know why especially since they're less than an arm's reach away. It's that lazy part kicking in again.
I hate when things frustrate me. I think that's what's been the cause of my lack of sleep. Sometimes I imagine myself in a scene of a movie where I can kick some ass literally. Like just get all fight club. The first rule in fight club is you don't talk about fight club. The second rule of fight club is you don't talk about fight club. Than Bam! Kick some scrawny guy's ass. That must be therapeutic. Just fucking go wild and beat someone. Damn I'm sounding psycho. But don't you have those moments where you could totally go rocky on some bitch or asshole in your life? Have fucking "bam" "whap" "boom" signs narrating every punch, kick, or leg drop? Like in the old batman series on TV? That would be funny as heck. Yeah I either need to beat someone into a bloody pulp or let my frustrations out or else my sleep wont be getting any better.
I bid you a good night
I do
Yesterday, I went to a wedding. It was the most gorgeous wedding I have ever been to. It was the wedding I’ve always dreamt of having. It was perfect. The ceremony commenced at sunset on a cliff overseeing Redondo Beach at the Historical museum. As the small quartet of violins played in the background, the two newlyweds said their vows, and a rainbow shined across the sky. They kissed. Than they made their way down the aisle and everyone cheered.
The reception was a piece of heaven. In the reception hall, was a view that overlooked the beach, a perfect place to watch the sunset. Everything was elegant. Tables were white, wooden columns covered in lace and white lights. The centerpieces were vases of the most beautiful red roses i've ever seen. And small candles filled the room and accentuated the beauty of it all. Plain and simple, this is the equation of eloquence.
If I speak in the tongues of men and of angels, but have not love, I am only a resounding gong or a clanging cymbal.
If I have the gift of prophecy and can fathom all mysteries and all knowledge, and if I have a faith that can move mountains, but have not love, I am nothing.
If I give all I possess to the poor and surrender my body to the flames, but have not love, I gain nothing.
Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud.
It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs.
Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth.
It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.
Love never fails. But where there are prophecies, they will cease; where there are tongues, they will be stilled; where there is knowledge, it will pass away.
For we know in part and we prophesy in part,
but when perfection comes, the imperfect disappears.
When I was a child, I talked like a child, I thought like a child, I reasoned like a child. When I became a man, I put childish ways behind me.
Now we see but a poor reflection as in a mirror; then we shall see face to face.
Now I know in part; then I shall know fully, even as I am fully known.
And now these three remain: faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is love.~I Corinthians 13
I would be so lucky to have this dream come true.
Go comando. it's cool.
I forgot to bring undies to change into after my swimming class. So today, i went to my jogging class comando. hahahahaaha. Note to self: don't ever go comando again.
Ignorance is Bliss
Lately, I get frustrated at myself. It is mostly because I always have to give myself a reality check about the world. I just don't understand how I can go on living my life peacefully, when there are so many people across the world fighting, surviving, and dying. It's easier to live life through ignorance, but I just can't do it anymore. Not that it's a major change in my life, but I am trying to pay a lot more attention to the world, especially the war and the election.
In watching the news yesterday, I heard of so many deaths that were occurring in Iraq. I never realized the extremeness of this war. I can't even begin to assess the amount of devastation this war has caused and will cause in the future. Everyday there are suicide bombers, killing soldiers and innocent civilians. It's so freaking horrible. It's really heart wrenching.
On the home front, a woman who attended Laura Bush's speech yesterday, began shouting out that Bush killed her son. Her son was killed while disarming a bomb in February, while in Iraq. The police arrested her and charged her for disrupting the convention. That woman silenced 700 people including Laura Bush, but after this woman was taken away, Laura Bush had the ability to continue her speech. Being a mother and a woman, how could a person even continue a speech about righteousness, when there is a helpless and confused mother crying out for an explanation? I wouldn't have the composure to finish, in fact, I would have consoled that woman. In another story, a young man came back from Iraq, because his 2 month old son is dying. If his son does not receive a heart transplant in the next six weeks, he will die. I cried when I heard that.
I don't know what this world is coming to.
They are saying all these natural disasters occurring are the build up of something even more disastrous. Apparently, we Californians are long due for a major earthquake. It was supposed to happen a few Sunday's ago, and was to be the biggest earthquake California will ever live through. The more days that pass, the larger and more fatal the earthquake will be. Hopefully it wont be as bad as the scientist have predicted. They've already been wrong in predicting the day the earthquake will hit, so maybe they will be wrong on the magnitude of the quake. I'm keeping my fingers crossed. But what really ticks me off, is that there hasn't been much reports on the news about the earthquake. They should at least warn people to be a little bit more cautious and aware of the situation.
In politics, Kerry and Bush are predicted to be a dead heat as of now at 46% each.
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In my life, I just got sick. Scratchy throat and a runny nose are on the list so far. I am also joining the American marketing association and hopefully the mentoring program at school. Apparently all the hot guys are apart of these organizations. Who knew? Obviously not me because I would have otherwise joined years ago. There's a bonfire next Friday. It should be fun. I'm also really freaking sore. In particularly in my triceps and in my upper abs. Those 575 meters of the butterfly strokes did me in on Wednesday. But I have to say it feels good. Hopefully I am able to get over this sickness and continue my rampage of swimming and running as scheduled.
New American Classic
I’ve got to get better
Said its all in your head
I could live through these letters
Or forget it all together
See the months they don’t matter
It’s the days I cant take
When the hours move to minutes
And I’m seconds away
Just ask the question
Come untie the knot
Say I wont care
Say I wont care
Retrace the steps as if I forgot
Say I wont care
Say I wont care
Try to avoid it
But there's not a doubt
And there's one thing I can do nothing about
When all that I need is just a reaction
It's to much to ask for
When there’s no attraction anymore
If tracing my dreams is just a distraction
I want to remember
But I know that I can’t go back
I ROCK!
I ran two miles today non stop!
And one and two
Today in
swimming class:
Warm Up:
1 25meter freestyle
1 25 meter backstroke
Workout:
Backstroke
2- 25 meter pull backstroke (arms only)
2- 25 meter kick backstroke
2- 25 meter backstroke
3- 25 meter backstroke sprint 1 minute split
Freestyle
4- 25 meter pull freestyle
4- 25 meter kick freestyle
4- 25 meter freestyle
3- 50 meter freestyle sprint 90 second split
Cooldown:
1- 50 meter backstroke
1 50 meter freestyle
total 1275 meters
Jogging class:
2 warm up laps
5 laps running
1 cool down lap
total 2 miles
Ha! You miss me!
It's been about two weeks since I have last seen my mom. The distance has been refreshing, especially when it comes to the nagging, but in a weird sadistic place in my heart, I miss her complaining about me- a little. I also missed my older sister, despite her constant cycle of making plans with me and dropping me asap; as soon as better plans with other people have been proposed to her, she'd drop me in a second. But I'm used to it. And apparently, my mom and my sister, both miss my cheerful, lovable, beautiful, and humorous self. I don't think they would use those words exactly, but it's really about them missing my presence. They love me. :)
Today I was in a cleaning mood. Actually my desperation to clean, has been a high priority of mine for awhile, but since I haven't spent an entire weekend at the apartment in a very long time, I've been putting it off, until now. It all started last night, when I got to cleaning the bathroom. As hard as I scrubbed, and as much brown shit came off the walls of the shower and tub, they are still pretty grungy. I am going to have to pull out the whole army for that task. Hopefully my secret weapon, clorox, will kill the brown stain of soap scum on the bottom of the tub. The sad thing is, I have taken several showers in there. Yuck. Hopefully I'll win the war against the shower some time this week.
Today, I tackled the cleaning of the kitchen, living room, and my room. I got down to the nit and gritty, but the floors of the kitchen have won the battle. I swept the kitchen at least 3 or 4 times, and wet swifted two times, but if I walk in there barefoot, my feet will still become a lighter shade of brown. At least it's better than black, which is the color my feet turned before I swept. The living room was all dusty, but now it's dusted and breathable, and semi-livable. I did'nt realize how much work this apartment needed. Thank goodness, my room wasn't bad. Just dusted here and there, cleaned my sheets, vacuumed, and Wahlah! Clean clean clean. It's good to not feel grossed out anymore.
It's so weird. I have all my shit here, I sleep here, I live here, but it still doesn't feel like home. Every day that I drive here, I say to myself, "where am I going?" It is all surreal and I am waiting to wake up in the old apartment with the beast living down the hall. The more I think about it the harder I have to slap myself back into reality. "You live here now." Maybe it would feel more homey if we had air conditioning, vaulted ceilings, a trumpet playing neighbor, a balcony with nothing on it, and two roommates who I have spent the last three years with creating and causing havoc from the dorms to beverly plaza. Dem was the good ol' days.
In other matters, this song seems to pull a heart string or two.
"I just don't think I'll ever get over you"
Colin Hay
I drink good coffee every morning
Comes from a place that's far away
And when I'm done I feel like talking
Without you here there is less to say
I don't want you thinking I'm unhappy
What is closer to the truth
That if I lived till I was 102
I just don't think I'll ever get over you
I'm no longer moved to drink strong whisky
'Cause I shook the hand of time and I knew
That if I lived till I could no longer climb my stairs
I just don't think I'll ever get over you
Your face it dances and it haunts me
Your laughter is still ringing in my ears
I still find pieces of your presence here
Even after all these years
But I don't want you thinking I don't get asked to dinner
'Cause I'm here to say that I sometimes do
Even though I may soon feel the touch of love
I just don't think I'll ever get over you
If I lived till I was 102
I just don't think I'll ever get over you
Is it fixed now?
Quite a few people I know are going through the stages of heartache. It seems the question that they all seem to ask, if its a fresh wound or a scab, is
when does it stop hurting?
I've come to the conclusion it never stops. The pain subsides. It can become miniscule, but there will always be an ounce of pain that lingers. It may not have the same effect as it did when you first heard the cracks in your heart, but it's there. Thankfully enough, time and life together helps us forget; we get used to the hole in our hearts. Unfortunately time seems to be on slow motion when you're getting over someone, especially someone you love. Life also tends to throw thousands of screwballs at you all of which, knock you upside the head and ultimately infects your mind of the one who left with a piece of your heart. And every time the bump on your head is about to heal, another ball is already being launched at you to create an even bigger bump. It heals... Eventually, but once and awhile you feel the dent in your head and it reminds you of what once was and the pain that never really went away, but instead got used to feeling it.
*****
Lets talk about the glass is half full shit now. San Diego rocked this past weekend. I had so much fun laughing my ass off 24/7 with the roommie. About the most dumbest things too. I still don't know what I was thinking when I opened her car door?? Very peculiar. I saw the cutest dog ever! John's Chow German Shepard mix, smokey, is too damn cute. I made my first "O" when I smoked hookah. yay! The flaming Dr. Pepper, err more like the a flaming bicardi 151 shot put into a glass of beer, was absolutely awful. At least we got three other people to take it too... hahaha. The mall was a bust as always, but it's always nice to get out of the house. The star bar had the cheapest drinks ever and I love that. Red Circle on the other hand... Not so cheap. It was fun till I got kicked out. Bastard. Super sergio's never tasted sooo good before. To end the weekend, we watched Garden State. My favorite move of all time, and also with my new favorite actor/director/writer Zach Braff. So there's that. I have that.
it's sad, but aint it the truth?
here's a tinky sepuku comic for all yall. It's sad, but that piggy has been in my life before. You can't help who you are attracted to and who you aren't attracted to.
Why it seems everyone is dating the perfect person, except you.
School schmool drool.
Hello early morning. Goodbye sleeping in. Hello heavy books. Goodbye TV shows. Hello late night readings. Goodbye late night fun. Hello school. Goodbye vacation.
It's official. Vacation has gone and left, and school had no problem replacing my lazy days with work days. In a partial way, I was a bit excited to start, but the bit of me was a miniscule speck. Now that it has started, I wonder why I even tried to fool myself with such nonsense.
I've only had an introduction to each course, so I'm still trying to figure out how much effort to put into each class. I know I should be putting in all the effort possible; reading every night, studying everyday, and all that smarty pants stuff, but old habits die hard... Especially my ragedy ass study skills. For those who don't know, my nickname is the master procrastinator. I'm trying, not as hard as I could be, but I am. At least I can say the books are on my bed compared to the shelf where they would most likely collect dust.
My teacher for my 8am class reminds me of a football coach. His neck moves so much forward that his head looks bigger than his body. Than there's the 9:30 class, well that teacher is deaf. Today she had us doing the most grooling exercise where we say our name and something unique about us. As we go around the circle we have to repeat all the peoples before us and their unique qualities. NOT FUN and a fucking waste of time if you ask me. We probably would have finished if she wasn't deaf and asking us to repeat every thing about a hundred million times. My next teacher is boooooooooooring. He needs to go thru some serious exciting life experiences maybe that way he can stop being so uptight. Despite his stick up the ass issues, he seems like a nice guy. Than there's my favorite teacher who is the grown version of beta from Goonies. He even talks the same too. He's way funny and always insist for the class to go to the bars after lecture. Not a bad idea at all. I also heard if you go to his office hours it almost gaurentees me an A. See you at the office!
Other notes... Watch Napoleon dynamite. Funny shit. "Presidente Pedro." hahaha
