wishing

take me derrr.

"Once upon a time, I wanted to know what love was. Love is there if you want it to be. You just have to see that it's wrapped in beauty and hidden away in between the seconds of your life. If you don't stop for a minute, you might miss it."

Sexy: Sigh. Certain boy.
Oh, and Mexico 2 - France -0 ....
Unsexy: Being desperately anxious about everything since my mom left (havent recieved a phone call from the school or said boy)
Song of the day: Trouble by NeverShoutNever!

Because she's so
O-oh, o-oh, o-ooh
Rock 'n roll
And out of my league
Is she out of my league?
Let's hope not

Highs and lows

I just want to say I'm typing this under 5 different types of medications so I apologize in advance if this doesn't make any sense.

This past weekend was spent in bed, practically dying from both boredom and sickness, watching Toy Story 1 AND 2, twice. Leave it to me to get sick on a weekend. I literally had no voice this past Saturday, and today I'm not feeling that much better, but at least I'm breathing.

On Sunday I couldn't take it anymore and went out with my mother to the mall*, and we happened to run into my head doctor, also pediatrican and uncle, who had given me, just a couple of hours before the encounter, strict instructions not to leave the house. I swear these things only happen to me.

Maybe I'm just stressed, maybe it's that time of the month, I dunno. I'm missing the inspiration and thrive that I seemed to have early this year. Oh, my young and naive self.

I was supposed to hear from my future school this past week and nothing, I emailed them today to see what's going on. Chances are they still have my address wrong. But I feel like I can't be bothered anymore.

1) I still have to finish the material I was asigned to; 2) I haven't even started working with the presentation team, and let's face it, neither of us has that many ideas to work with; 3) I'm stressed at my current job because some of my students aren't performing that well this month; 4) I have a million bills to pay, CC, cell, etc. 5) On top of that my medicine isn't that cheap either, my uncle makes sure you get better by demanding some of the best;6) Chikis meds and vaccines were pricey; 7) I still owe money to my dentist; 8) if my mom needs money to pay for HER things, I have to lend her the money because I feel bad if I don't; 9) if my aunt and uncle can't come to bring the kids I have to give more money to my mom to go pick them up; 10) if things break around the house and I'm the one who pays for the new stuff, because I'm the one who can't sleep at night if the lock of the front door is broken and my dad says "It's fiiiiine, we'll just lock from the inside," hell no. 11) I STILL haven't heard from the school**. Sigh, I could go on and on.

I'm almost 99,99%*** sure I'm not coming up with enough money to go, hell I'm not even sure I can come up with HALF of the money to go, sometimes I feel like it's just TOO much.

But such is life, right? Isn't this what is all about? Alternating highs and lows; suffering at times so when you get to the high points it tastes so much sweeter, isn't it? I sure hope it is, and I sure hope the good ones can come up sooner.


ttfn
Gaby


Sexy: Upcakes! Such a clever, sweet, and nice idea, about both the design AND the name.
Unsexy: Debts. Seriously.
Song of the day: Here Comes My Baby by Sons of Admirals. Basically, it's Alex Day (whose song writing style I adore, and plainly find the way he thinks and writes fascinating); Tom Milsom, ( I love the sounds that he produces, I was going to say "makes" but that just sounded wrong XD anyway, I just think he's so musically talented), Edd Plant and Charlie McDonnell. Personally, I think they still need to work on their voices, but I also think they couldn't have picked a better name. I'm already excited to listen more about them, and this is only from listening to a cover of a 60s cheesy song. So, go, listen and buy it.


* I know, I know, I'm complaining about money and still I went to the mall. Just so you know, I only got an ice cream and an itunes card this time. :-P
** Sometimes I wish they'd just mail one day and say "Sorry! we overlooked you! How about we save you a place for next year?" And then maybe, just maybe, I'd be able to save enough money to go.
*** It's that 0.01% that keeps me going, honestly.

Don't panic and bring a towel.

19 days to go til my birthday and after my last post I've changed my mind, I want THIS for my birthday. And nothing more... Well, maybe you can throw a Haruki Murakami book in there too.

Speaking of books, earlier today somebody asked me what my favorite book was. That's so difficult for me, it's like if somebody asked a mother who her favorite child was... probably not exactly like that, but pretty close.

So I had to divide them into categories.

My favorite writer is John Green, so...

My favorite John Green book: Paper Towns.

My favorite book that makes me cry: Looking for Alaska by John Green.

My favorite Christmas book: Let it Snow by John Green, Maureen Johnson and Lauren Myracle.

My favorite John Green love story: An Abundance of Katherines.

Onto the others...

My favorite "children" series: Harry Potter by JK Rowling.

My favorite HP book: Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban.

My favorite YA series: The Jessica Darling series by Megan McCafferty.

My favorite fantasy novels: His Dark Materials by Phillip Pullman.

My favorite angsty book: The Catcher in the Rye, (do I even need to say it?) by JD Salinger.

I could keep going on and on, but this are the ones who are usually next to my bed, along with a giant encyclopedia that I use to have there since I was a kid because I've always been a geek.

So there you have it, if you want to keep me happy, you should give me a book. Maybe I'll do movies and music next, haha.


Sexy: Writers. No, forget about writers, I'd settle for guys who actually read.

"On the nightstand: No nightstand, just a pile of books!"
From an interview to John Green, *Swoon* a man after my own heart.

Unsexy: My immune system. After teaching 5 year olds for months it seems like it just gave up on me and I'm usually always sick.
Song of the day: Peeing in a Bottle (Genie in a Bottle parody) by Armoured Bearcub. Their name making reference to His Dark Materials, and with a song from one of my FAVORITE scenes in Paper Towns = <333 I must get their CD.

Since it's less than a month away...

10 things that I want for my birthday:

1) A plane ticket to London.
not so much want but almost NEED.

2) A plane ticket to TEXAS.
i've been so homesick for texas lately, I must stop myself from listening to cheesy country music all day.

3) hitchiker's guide to the galaxy pack
I've been waiting forever to read these.

4) money to go to the ROFLCOPTOUR in Dallas, TX
all caps, the parselmouths and the moaning myrtles in just one room = awesome.

5) money to go see Butch Walker on ANY date.
I don't need to elaborate on this one.

6) UO gift card
want want want a UO dress

7) MAC cosmetics/brushes
I need new brushes and mac is lovely

8) a new cell phone
I'm not picky at all, I just need something that actually tells me when I have a phone call and does not delete my messages, but if you're letting me choose a white iphone would be awesome

9) for this guy to ask me out.
I think I'm gonna start calling him Bill.

10) a timeturner that actually works
because how great would that be?



Sexy: Guys on motorcycles.
Unsexy: How it's so fugging hot here that I can't go to bed.
Song of the day: Born to Run by Butch Walker (Springsteen cover)

I can't help it.

I like you. Just as simple as that, I like you.


Song of the day: Falling in Love by Landon Pigg. "I think that possibly maybe I'm falling for you. Yes, there's a chance that I've fallen quite hard over you." <333

don't care if you're tangled in my sheets or if you're strangled in my street

New blog...

Hello!
Things haven't changed to much lately, I'm still working, still broke, still saving money for the trip. I went out with people from work last night, I still don't think we could be friends, we just have very different definitions of what "having fun" means.

Sometimes, I'm actually glad I'm getting out of that place.

I have a crush, and it's bad, bad, bad. I can't say more about it, but it's going to drive me crazy for the next week or so and I hate it.

Sexy: 5 o'clock shade, shown in this picture by the lovely mess that is Gabe Saporta. Drool.
Unsexy: Drunk guys. You're NOT funny, you are NOT hot, you're only embarrassing yourself.
Song of the Day: God Bless Your Heart by The Films. Love, love, love.

Teacher's day

this one goes out to all the so-called teachers I know.
and to all the real teachers who taught me something and will forever be a part of my life.

The first life lesson I remember is not a teacher, but from my kindergarten's principal, she taught me that the correct way to pass a knife is by putting it on the table and letting the other person take it, NOT by pointing the blade at them. What did she expect when sending a FOUR year old to get a knife to cut a teacher's birthday cake?
So, Barbarita, thanks for scaring the crap out of me enough to make me remember this for the rest of my life.

At the age of 4, almost 5 I started to read, not because I was a prodigy, but because I had my sister (age 6) teach me how to read and write. Yes, it is possible, she got back from school and taught me everything she had learned that day at school. She used to hit me whenever I didn't read the sentence in its entirety and made me write lines in the back of my mother's paintings.
So, Perla, thank you for putting me ahead of my peers and making my first grade teacher hate me for the complete year.

Next in line is my fourth grade teacher, when I was in her class I used to get so nervous that I bit my nails everytime we had a quiz, she told me that if I kept bitting my nails, my fingers would look like ET's fingers.
So, thank you teacher Isabel for making me have nightmares where I could see ET's body with my head on it. It was enough to make me stop.

Then when I was in Junior High School I had a teacher who was a math genius, he was terrible at teaching, but a genius. He was so nerdy and used to wear coke bottle bottom glasses and he would give his classes writing problems and facing the board ALL the time. I've hated math forever, but I will always admire his passion for it. I had to go back to school a week after graduation to pick up a diploma and I met him walking down the hall, he asked me how my sister (who was graduating high school at the time) was doing, I told him she was applying to go to engineering school, he got really happy and said he didn't expect any less from both of us, he said he had the brains to go to engineering, do a masters degree, or even become doctors I we wanted to.
So thank you teacher Mario for making me feel bad because at the time I was planning to do a major in English or languages and he obviously didn't feel that was good enough.

I always like to say I learned English by watching action movies along with my dad, we bonded over stunts and explosions, he always loved the plot and the suspense, I was paying more attention to the words and pronuntiation, okok, and sometimes also to shirtless guys on the screen.
So, thank you Bruce Willis for teaching me fluency and how to fucking swear.


From my college years, I started studying and finally found my home. I learned from great translators who were sometimes working two jobs at the time. When we asked them if it was easy to get a job as a translator these days they kept saying that if we looked hard enough we could get any job that we wanted.
Thank you teacher Maria Eugenia, Adriana and Gaby for making me realize I'd have to end up teaching at some point in my life with career I had choosen (but at the same time making me realize it wouldn't be so bad :D )


Of course there are many many more people who have inspired me at least once in my life, people who were my teachers and even people I have worked along with. And not only them but also students who have taught me that being in front of a classroom isn't as terrible as I once thought it would be.


Cheers
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