Heyyy, it’s my right for medical attention….my taxes pay for your salary

Ok, so my mother had a bit of a fall, leaving work, so I had to hitch a ride to go pick her up. And she got al nervous and hysterical, so I had to take her to the hospital… I hate hospitals, I truly hate them, and everything that comes along with them: the smell, doctors, sick people, the colors, ugh. It makes me very ill, even the thought of it. The give me the hibie gibies.

But anyways, we entered the emergency room, and everyone there in pain, children crying, people competing seeing who is sicker. I went to register my mother, and TADAAA I thought “damn it, I’m going to be here useless hours”, because deep down inside I know my mother tends to exaggerate health issues.

Therefore, I went up, and started speaking loudly to get some attention, I knocked on the preexam room, and talked to a doctor, exaggerating the circumstances, it was kind of fun “she could have a concussion, she lost consciousness”, “she has circulatory problems, and she’s shaking”, “please I know there’s a lot of people here, I know this is a public healthcare service, but could you just take a look at her?”. YEaaahhHH!! I won, he let her in, sent her to x-rays.

And in less than an hour we were outa there with the appropriate meds, and everything. It was tiiiight hahahaha I looooooveee requesting my rights in public services!!! So remember if you’re in a crisis, just send out an S.O.S, and… crazy maniac, yAzZzz comes to the rescue.

Well, I must go now, tomorrow I get up early to take the course to take the medical exams to the freshmen. I love being in the welcoming comitee, I get to scout for a future husband at my college.

PD. Yeaah I bought a violin at a great price that makes oooh sooo happy!!!

Beware of people like such

Ok, so I don’t have many friends in college, God himself knows I like people, I just don’t like people close to me, hahaha, but what happens when people don’t trust you? It gets just a tad complicated; so I’m going to enlighten you with a nonfiction story.

A long time ago, in the far away land of the Department of Social and Political Science, at a College in one of those 3^rd world countries, there was this group of friends, which weren’t really friends, though they liked to think they were.

There was a particular member of this certain group, this little girl, she wasn’t a bad person she just had a zillion issues with herself and that made her just a bit problematical, and what the hell, a HUGE DRAMA QUEEN!! She loooooveees the drama, more than Shakespeare, this is usually because her life is just a tad empty, and it’s “entertaining” for her to make up her life like a crappy daytime soap.

As it turns out, this girl really really “LOVES”, she can meet a guy one day, and 12 hours later, she claims “loving” him. It’s quite weird, it’s underestimating love, you kind of have to know someone a little more than 12 hours to “love” him, don´t you?

The problem with the men she “loves” is that they have questionable morals; and are usually two faced suckers who “act” loyal, honest and carrying but they actually use women. This is quite funny if you think about it. So as it turns out this young lady spends her days justifying the ways of these men, and these men usually hit on her friends.

That’s not the worst part of this story, this girl usually puts the blame on her friends, she is blinded by “love”, and she blames her friends who interact with her “man” of being traitors and whores who “mess with her man”. So if you are her friend, it is recommended that you don’t speak with her “man”.

So this little girl doesn’t trust her friends, though she tries to hide it. This problem surfaces because the boy is usually a little lying crappy son of a bitch but, she can’t “not trust him” because: “he’s such a good person”. The saddest part of this sob story, the girl has self esteem issues; she blames her friends of all the males’ faults, because it’s easy, it’s easier to justify everything saying “that bitch got up all in ‘my’ man, instead of putting the blame on herself. Freud followers would have a kick with a study at this particular case.

It doesn’t really end here, as it turns out, all the people who tried to befriend this girl, you must be totally demagogic, and say exactly what she wants to hear, if you don’t, “you don´t get her”, “you don’t care about her”, and you’re “just about the worst person in her life”. The only thing I can say about this case… BEWARE OF PEOPLE LIKE THOSE DESCRIBED IN THIS ANECDOTE. DISTANCE YOUR SELF. You don’t want to be caught up in the drama, or do you?

Dang, and I thought high school was over with.

PD. Damn I’m sorry, I haven’t put up any more pictures it’s just I couldn’t find appropriate ones; I promise I’ll add some later on.

Summer has officially begun

Ok, so I won’t be donating anymore blood, it totally ruined my weekend, and of course I forgot to take my pill, so my blood pleasure plunged, it was quite uncomfortable I felt really distraught in the middle of a party. I swear that won’t be happening ever again, I will never ever donate blood, or forget to take my pill before a “reunion”. The party wasn’t all that great, a “good friend” of mine lost it and stared behaving quite inappropriately, I think I won’t be partying with him any time soon. But on the other hand, thank god I won’t have to put up with crappy people for approximately 43 days. Huraaahh for me…

Well ok, I do have to put up with my bitch sister, but that’s the least of my concerns, there’s a possible solution for that. I’m quite exited, this Saturday I’m going to have the time of my life, for more than 24 hours I shall paaartaaayyyy with those faithful friends, you know the ones that never let me down.

An accusation.

Scene 1. Gabriel: “You sound like that one kid who said that a dictatorship is the best democracy”.

Scene 2. Yaz: “Discussing about how the media should be isn’t going to change it”.

Gabriel “Well, here we come to discuss how media should be”.

Yaz (to herself and under her breath). “That’s not going to get me a job, or feed me, or clothe me. That’s philosophy, not communication.”

Scene 3: Yaz: “We can’t expose our opinion on laws, education, welfare, economics, everything. We don’t have enough bases on any of those subjects; we are not made to comment about everything. That’s the same thing that pisses us off about talk shows.”

Gabriel “There’s Fatima Fernandez, she comments about anything”.

Yaz (to herself and under her breath). “She’s a sociologist; she’s not a communication expert, it’s not the same”.

Scene 4: Gabriel “You have a B. Why can’t you write properly?”

Yaz: “Umm, well, umm, Spanish isn’t my native language”.

Gabriel snickers, and says “OK”.

I thought back of all the particulars throughout the semester and I came to a conclusion, he didn’t like me because I didn’t think like him, OK, he didn’t have to like me, but he had an obligation to at least respect me. Why? Because the hypocrite at the beginning of the semester clearly said: “here you can all speak your mind”. Well pure honky donky… he didn’t respect me or my way of thinking, the jackass wouldn’t have had to, if he hadn’t acted as if he were quite open. Just like a congruent adult would assume.

It’s quite funny how he babbled on about censorship, and he takes it to the next level at his own classroom. Quite pathetic you wouldn’t think?

I’m past it, but I would really like to accuse, Gabriel Romero Hernandez, for the hideous crime of banning my liberty of speech. He is one of those intolerant teachers at the National Autonomous University of Mexico, in the Faculty of Political and Social Science, but he’s the worst kind, because he passes off as a nice “open” kind of guy, with a dynamic class, and “easy” exams. Pure crap, his exams are so subjective, a priest would be more objective. And as to open, open ha, yeah right, a pro life protester is much more open than him. Sad isn’t it?
But on the other hand, I have just officially ended with this torturing semester. So 4 gone, 5 to go. Huraaahhh. I will pick my teachers more carefully next time, and I won’t, I repeat, I WON’T Guide my decisions on second opinions.

Becoming a communication major is one semester closer…

Yes, that’s right dear bloggers… soon enough I shall end this major in about give or take 2 more years. Throughout almost 2 years… I have realized a few things about college… many people cheat… hell yeah… there are those who don’t study and copy in exams, others who make up the research answers to the polls, those who don’t read crap and download summaries, those who pay others to write essays for them, others who download everything off line and don’t change a single word, those use bring cheat sheets on exams, others who make up answers for interviews. There’s a bit of everything, really… what? You don’t believe me??

It’s quite funny; I haven’t yet run into someone who hasn’t done any of the things above, me included. So here comes the hardest question of all… Is college a fraud? Well, hope not, because in that case why the hell am I studying?

The other day I laughed my ass off… as it turns out, most of the teachers that impart journalism genre II, at the end of the semester assign a journalistic report, in my case I had to do a radio report, it was quite painstaking, but me and Cora went thought with it, with honors, we didn’t make up a single fact.

At 8PM before turning in my project, I receive a phone call from a friend asking me for names of people who own a club, I gave him a couple and he said “thanks and by the way I included and fake interview with you, because I didn’t want to go through with it.

I laughed, but that wasn’t enough… when I get in the classroom the next day to turn in my project.. I hear, to my disgrace, actually to the frauds disgrace “damn, what if the teacher notices that we made up the interviews?”. I really couldn’t help myself, I laughed harder (mainly because I hate the girl who was bullshitting). Later on the cynic, asked me “did you guys make up interviews?”, me, all proper and quite annoyed answered “Hell no, what is wrong with you?”

Ok, I was a bit of a hypocrite, because in the last report I had to turn in, I sort of made up 2 interviews (and I didn’t make the up per sei, since people sort of said the same things just in a different space and time) … but hell I don’t want to be a journalist, and it was late, and no one would answer me… so I didn’t have another choice, but IT WASN’T THE FINAL!!

Huraaaah

I finally went shopping for a pair of Vans… hahaha I had been putting it off for more tan a year!!! Today I went to Vans Cheapland, I bought this pair… I searched for more than 2 hours, finally I found a pair I liked….

Though I was looking for something a bit more original, a pair like this:

But ooohh well you win some, you lose some!!