February 2009
31 posts
When will the damn day come when I don’t care? When I will be able to stop trying to understand people? I can’t control it. I have to be affected. I try to hide from emotions becuase it’s easier, but my shell cracks and crumbles and here I am. Not a bit better than I was before, hating my own simple existence. …
Feb 1st
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a girl whom i know (cousin of a good friend) ODed and is in a coma, two days so far.
Feb 1st
January 2009
27 posts
Jan 31st
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Feed Me
This week I will be eating, drinking and breathing the viola solo from Pirates. Why? Because I’m a mediocre violist. I’ve only been playing for a year, and it’s about time I start practicing more than an hour a day. And I can’t say that I’d ever gotten adrenaline rush from playing before.
Jan 30th
BLACK CAB SESSIONS - Chapter Seventy-Two : Our... →
Jan 29th
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Jan 28th
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Jan 28th
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Soy
artista apasionada violista enamorada cantante frustrada gramaticamente compulsiva relacionalemente estable deprimida malhumorada mexicana-americana bilingüe hambrienta culturalmente inadaptada estudiosa sin futuro amante inepta cordialmente no invitada mundialmente inconsolable adecuadamente situada generalmente gustada vagamente aprovechada humoristicamente seca ocasionalmente...
Jan 27th
Jan 27th
I drove for the first time ever. And I didn’t kill anyone.
Jan 23rd
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Just thought that it was kind of funny how an old lady that we saw after church approached me and said that it was so sweet that I would put my head on my mom’s shoulder. What can I say? I actually like my mom. I think I’ll keep her ;)
Jan 19th
Jan 19th
I’m buying a new lens to see things through
Jan 18th
Jan 17th
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Day 4 & 5
I missed a day. What a slacker. I got to see my brother and his work, solar pannels have never been so interesting. I got a new bow! It’s a composite, but the clarity it gives is amazing. I love the sales here. I have to admit that getting 2 items from Ann Taylor Loft for less than 10 dollars in amazing. But, the sales alone wouldn’t make me stay here. So, mall, mall, mall and more...
Jan 17th
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Day 3
Today was pretty normal. I went to get my lomo action sampler film developed. I’m pretty pleased with the results. Me fui de acople with my dad to lunch today. Then we went to guitar center. And I have realized that I need a 12 string acoustic guitar. Dinner was nice. I get to go see my brother tomorrow.
Jan 15th
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Day 2
I feel like I have the right to get up late. 10:30 isn’t that late. Today we went to target. I bought some records at the used book store. And, oh, USA, I continue to love the sales you have on beautiful clothing. Nothing like home. Dinner was yummy. After that we started to watch Om Shaniti Om (a bollywood movie), but we changed the channel to see someone from the people that we are...
Jan 14th
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Phoenix Fur Ride
I got in the car at 7:41. I was wearing some sweats with my normal jacket. On the way to Cabo I got dizzy, but I eventually got some sleep. The airport was normal. I saw a kid I’d met a few days before while we were boarding. Dad and I got to sit in the last seats on the plane so I got some nasty overhead pictures of La Paz. Since the plane didn’t fall out of the sky, we landed. Got...
Jan 13th
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Jan 10th
Wow. An actual written entry. So the Christmas season went well. My siblings came, and today they’re gone. We had a good deal of fun and now I’m ready to go back to school. Haha, very funny. I don’t go back until February D:. And since don’t have to do any exams in January, I have January off. Oh, the joy. But anyway, I’m going to Phoenix on Monday. For two weeks....
Jan 6th
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Jan 5th
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I found my camera charger =D
Jan 5th
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WatchWatch
camera turned off at the end. behold my 7 year old voice.
Jan 4th
Resolutions
My new years resolution is one: to communicate.
Jan 3rd
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Jan 3rd
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Jan 1st
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Mi Cuarto de Limón
Cada vez que me levanto veo su cara. No se quien es, ni porque está en mi cuarto. Mi cuarto de color limón. En la noche está a mi lado; oigo su suave respiro y siento su mano junto a la mía. Nunca me ha hablado y cuando intento decir algo las palabras se van. Cuando veo las paredes (cuento 1, 2, 3, 4.) de mi cuarto color limón, cambian. La pared 3 se cambia con el 4, el dos se pelea con el 1....
Jan 1st