Im finally a Licensed Professional.

I have a license to.... practice my degree,

That makes me of 7% of the Mexican population with a license to practice their degree.... so I'm sorry, I won't be settling for less, mearly because it cost me months of my life, and years of studying so if anyone here in mexico wants me to work for a couple of pesos, sorry, I'm most certainly NOT doing it.

So the adventure begins, real life starts, and a full time job starts.... it has been a pleasure.

This might be goodbye from this blog, who knows. COLLEGE LIFE IS OFFICIALLY OVER WITH!!

Things keep moving....

It's been a while, I'm thinking of shutting down this blog because, well I don't write in it as much. I've used it to vent a lot, but now.... I just don't see the point. Ohh well, let's see, I decided not to write in February (for the most part) because, the month sucks, but now that we're in March I can do so.

Several important things have happened. First and foremost... my high school mentor died, and I was here, once again not being able to go to the service (it just brings back memories of me not being able to say goodbye). I can honestly say, that a lot is lost without him.... he was a wonderful, talented man.

On a better note, things are good here, I like it, I don't lie I do miss my life in Mexico, specially the good people in my life there. Here it's ok, but it's never the same. I talk to my friends back home as much as I can, but it's never the same. I was able to see Robyn LIVE!!! That was a wonderful experience, since I'm not going to Coachella.

The NYC plan is on, we just have to figure out where we're going to live for 15 days!!! (I'm looking forward to reuniting with the tripod... May 20th in the airport, it's going to be crazy).

On a better note, I'm better now, I've been moving on from... "my postmodern" relationship... I'm not as intense about things with him as I was when I got here, I'm starting to forgive myself for my stupidity. That's a good thing. I know it seems like I always talk about him, but he's an important part of my life that I can't ignore and let go just like that.

I do good in school, I find it easier than back home. I have good times and drinking freenzys what more can I ask for.....

Till the next time.

Miscellaneous.

The title is because there's a lot to express.

First of all I have discovered that I love it when a certain guy (not just any guy) tells me he misses me!!! Yes, yes, yes!!

Ok, so today I was approved by the Department of State to go to the US for 6 months and go through the whole exchange program, I was this close to getting rejected, but thanks to the smart advice, I was accepted. I will not be an illegal immigrant when my visa expires, I promise, no worries.

On the other hand, I have found the best quote for all the mediocre people, that have once been mentioned in this blog: "The difference between a successful person and others is not a lack of strength, not a lack of knowledge, but rather a lack of will."

Finally...... after months of changes and waiting.

I'm almost there, after being tricked...... taken back and forth (like the operator please song) from the University of Wisconsin- Madison, Wisconsin- River Falls, Wisconsin Whitewater, Wisconsin-Platteville, Wisconsin-Parkside, Wisconsin-Eau Claire, Wisconsin-Stout, Wisconsin-Oshkosh, or Wisconsin-Superioir.

The final tolls are in, and I must wait for the ac

ceptance letter from.... tadaaa WISCONSIN UNVIERSITY OF WHITEWATER.... yeahhh the second best option after Madison (which was not part of the agreement between my home school and the Wisconsin College system).

¡I present to you the WHITEWATER HAWK!

¡and the Whitewater GYM!

And on top of everything .....

Ok, so who knows what’s going to happen?? There's a situation with my exchange status, and due to ineptitude ( the person in charge of my exchange sent the papers 3 weeks after I turned them in; allowing the limit go by) and I no longer know if I’m leaving in August or January. I’m going to ight for the right which is “rightfully” mine!!! Hahaha to go in August.

But oh well, I’m confident it will all be resolved (although I’m trying not to go mad because once again I’m surrounded by douche-bags).

On the other hand, this semester is almost ovaaaa, yeaaahhh..... Wooooo haha and thinking it all over, I have learned that out of 4 classes (2 a week); which means 8 classes a week I attended 1 –out of 8-!! Hahaha why is that??? Well, my theory is: what you haven't learned in 4 years you won't learn in the "last" semester!!!

On the other hand, I enjoyed much more being and helping out while learning from my buddies from production or journalism, than with the nonintellectuals in political communication.

And as it turns out... I'm the "mastermind" behind the "future" attacks in the final presentation...the most pathetic thing about that is that I couldn't care less, I haven't even gone to my own group meetings.

Yes, that what happens when you combine: ignorant, mediocre, so called "intellectuals" in a kindergarden “competition" they try to compete with people that couldn't care less, it's much more pathetic, and they “create” competition in their minds.

"You know it makes one feel rather good deciding not to be a bitch".LADY BRETT ASHLEY FROM ERNEST HEMINGWAY’S ..... OR IN MY CASE, NOT GIVING A FLYING RATS ASS!!

I'm leaving, but it's all "extra-official"

Yes, the looong wait, the insomnia, headaches, etc; and that's what happens when I live in doubt and uncertainty. But thanks to the truth, thats all gone now

Well, I guess I can speak freely through here, I'm leaving the country, after a lot of cryptic situations, and acting all secretive about it, I can finally say it.... I'M GOING FAR FAR AWAY FROM HERE -as Gaga and Honey Bee would say-.

Needless to say, I already know that a ton of bullshit will be said about me leaving "she was totally helped out by her teachers, she blah blah blah". But you know the best thing about it, aside from the fact than no one beat my TOEFL scores, and GPA is that: I'm leaving, and my university is going to give me a wonderful scholarship to study abroad, and you people can't do shit about it, so you can just die of liver failure.

On that same key, I have thought of a wonderful scholarship foundation: "Funds for people in need to escape and be in denial away from their hometowns". Imagine that, you have an ex- you can't get over, or a crush you can't seem to break, or you simply want to get away, we'll fund you.... you would just have to write a very good statement of purpose, explaining why you must get away from, the best cases -or might I say the worst ones- win the scholarships!!!

Constant Change??

Throughout the years, you realize that things can change pretty quickly, from friendship to hobbies, to points of view, but now I realized, that's not my case. Sure, I've grown, but I think and act the same way I did 5 yeas ago, the same things still piss me off, I make the same mistakes, I'm still a huge cynic, and bullshit about the same stuff. I don't know if that's a good thing or bad thing.

Those that make me more congruent? Or does that only mean "that I grew up so fast" and just sat there.

On the other hand, I'm starting to get nervous, because in a week I'll know if my life will drastically change during the next semester, yes.... I'll know in a week if I'll be leaving the country for something better, and most importantly I'll be leaving, my god awful classmates behind, the bull that surrounds me on a daily basis.

I really do need this break, -I hope that destiny understands that- it might make me move on, since I'm kind of stuck in a "rut", and it's starting to feel so god darn comfortable, and that's too scary. And you know why!!!!!

To all my friends, the true ones, the ones that will actually be happy for me please wish me luck, and to all those who are going to bullshit there way into talking crap about someone else's good fortune, screw y'all you envious, mediocre, useless pieces of crap!! hahaha

In a month......

This next month will feel eternal, I'm going to wait until the end of April, and I'll know if I'm staying or going. I must admit it's quite scary.... I mean I've already turned in all the papers in other to leave the "crap" hole(1) for about 5 months... some people are happy for me and wishing me the best, and others, not precisely.

But Ohhh well, the only thing that counts is my happiness... and my future, but above all my piece of mind. I know that some folks think "why the hell is she going to leave in the last semester, and miss out on the whole 'graduation' thang"....

The answer is quite simple, the few people who I care about, and I know I'll keep in touch with, I know that they feel the same way. And on the other hand, I already had the whole prom experience, with people I care about, people I love, people I go out with, true friends; and that's definitely how I feel about the shitty ass classmates. I don't feel like having a "hypocrite" experience when I graduate, hell I've been congruent for 4 years, and my incongruity isn't going to start in the last days of college life. o the best excuse is to "be out of the country".

If people weren't so envious, and frustrated I would care a little more, and even help out, but people, like such are crap, and that's the biggest lesson I have learned in college, it's the bigger picture and much more insightful than what I ever learned in a classroom. Most of the people I've come across aren't worth it!!!! Puff I can finally say it without feeling guilty! hahahaha Because it's true!! hahaaha


(1) When I say crap hole I'm referring to all the crappy people I'm forced to socialize with, and I try so hard to ignore.... but my hateful attitude is much bigger than myself. And those people (99.9%) know who they are. Because they feel the same way.

Le grand show.... le grand pineapple...

Don't we look like a wonderful and happy team?? Don't cha think?? are you sure... well that's a pineapple.... yeah bitches I soooooo bluffed you all. DON'T BE NIEVE!!

Yes the biggest pineapple of all times..... it all started exactly a week ago, day when the college Rally Expresión en corto began. You see I was under false pretenses.... I though I went to GUANAJUATO to work with "semi professionals" knowing nothing about production, but it all became quite disappointing when people let personal differences interfere with the goal of making a short film in 48 hours.

It all started on the wrong foot when "the boyz", didn't think it was fair for them to wake up early (as we hadn't slept at all).

Then things got really shitty when they bitched all day long..... food, sleep, and shit, ugh I never had to put up with such woses. (and God knows I've known my share) But I didn't give in, hahaha that was the best part. Aside from that, we ended up partying... thank god I met some folks who weren't panties in a bunch like our "director", whom argued "us" being a team that consisted of a table with varios legs.... hahaha since he gave a rats ass what was going on with us, this is the table we imagine he was refering to:
He's the only member of the team... beacuse everyone else "is useless". hahaha.... but we had out revenge, yes folks, we couldn't just bear with the "bulllshiaaat"..... so here goes in a couple of scenes:
1.. the plan....

2. making it happen:

3. made it happen:













4. screw 'em all, and hell we even made new friends:

5. Le grande finale. CUT:





And finally I would really like to thank those who truly made it possible..... Gaby for accidentally coming up with the plan and being convincing, Francis for hiding and thinking it over and aplying the term "piña", the boys: Saul and Chrsitian for suporting us and distracting eveyone while Franz hid.

campaigning through life.....

Ok, so I have been a negligent bitch, I haven’t written in ages. But I have a wonderful justification towards my actions. I have been working on a campaign, a University Committee campaign; it was kind of a big deal. My department went nuts; dirty campaigns, black campaigns, lies, a bit of the truth, the speeches, debates; the whole ENCHILADA!!

I had a wonderful time, I was in operations. And we won the whole thing –OK, so what! We lost communications- But the Social Science Committee, the University Committee -Prince Hervin-, Political Science, and Public Administration was a total win by our part!!!

And the guy who won Communications is going to have to put up with me and my bullshit –cause I can’t trust his ass-. He’s going to have to work a lot on his proposals because I’m going to hunt his deceitful, two-faced ass.

April, May and June are going to be 3 though months for me… I will be working simultaneously in 2 political campaigns and the polls investigation for the Public Opinion Study Group. And on top of that, my aunt and uncle are coming all the way from Argentina.

Must go, I promise to upload some life living lessons soon, real soon. Here’s an hint:
In politics, if no one betrays you; you’re not doing good politics.

Educational Crisis

Inspite current events, when everyone is talking about: economics, crisis, poverty, unemployment I can only think of my crisis the one college has begun to put me in a dilemma. I must be honest, I’m in desperate need of some input on the subject…

Here you see, the thing goes like so… I thought, in my bliss ignorance, that in college I would learn it all, everything I need to succeed and become what I want to, learn those little things, those details you need to know to work in this business. U

But the thing is, I let myself become convinced of that, I was stuck in my own fixated reality. And actually things aren’t what I thought, you see, I think that I’m not learning what I should be learning, and I’m actually going through the motions at school. Most of my teachers are Marxists’ that don’t see more than what they want to. Sooo after a tough ass exam I got in, and I was happy as hell, though a bit unsure that I had made the right "career" choice... still wanting to become a lawyer

On Tuesday (2 weeks ago), speaking with my high school principal –a genius, I might add- a guy who can rationalize and make my college teachers look like ignorant wimps with false arguments. You see talking to him, I realized that I learn more talking to a guy like him, than talking to 99.9999% of the teachers I’ve had classes with – with the exception of Tenorio of course-.

This dilemma, started off on Tuesday, reading a whole lot of things on the Obama Campaign, I almost had a heart attack, when I saw that Jon Favreau -the guy who wrote Obama’s speeches- is only 27 years old, and of course his P.A is only 24. Daaang…. That’s do a whole lot, in a young age! Imagine that, a 24 year old, with the prez’s agenda!!! Why can’t people have that kind of opportunities in this country “in development”.

Is it worth it to be almost 5 years studying this, when I’m clearly seeing that I’m not learning enough? I mean, hell, don’t think I’m slaking off… I’m doing a whole lot by myself, besides reading actually good books. But should I stay or should I go? Is the paper that worth it. I thought that going into my option I would be happy, and it's be a terrible week, things are officially worse than ever!! What to do?? Should I just go through with it?? Should I stay or should I go? I want to specialize on political marketing, media training, and crisis.... and I'm sure as hell not getting any of that with all the Marxists theoreicals my college makes me lear and bullshit around!!

I have been a bad person...

Finally.... 5th semester, alias hell is over with.... not a lot went on.... but it sucked in general. The teachers were really mediocre as were the subjects. But I have big expectations for the next semester, yes folks, 6th semester..... the semester when I no longer study subjects I don't care, such as journalism genre, projects workshop. Finally next semester will be when I'll learn how to make political campaigns, and how to make my politician look good, media training, etc. i just hope it's not another disappointment.
I'm sorry I didn't write in quite a while, it's just, since I very oftenly didn't go to class, I had to put in extra effort durring finnals (study, shoot a video, write killer essays, investigate, etc). On the other hand, I really want to resign at work, anyone's got any sugestions? I feel as if I'm not going anywhere in work!! I'm starting to suffer from "kill the boss" sindrome! haha.

Ugh, this week the heater broke hahha so I have had to take cold showers all week, I don't wish that for anyone! I think I might die from a heart attack soon. Next week I'm going to have a Christmas dinner with folks at my college, who would have though? To my defence, things have been a but better with my college classmates. On the other hand, I wish I could have organized a dinner with my true friend , my highschool buddies, but oh well... next year I promise.

This is going to be a killer winter break, I get to catch up on my reading, Zamorano lent me a book thats called "the Antiamerican Obssesion", and I'm quite curious to read it, and also I must read "The new machiveliean handbook".

A Friday adventure...

Like any other Friday, I fixed my social schedule to go on a drinking frenzy, but things didn’t go according to plan… as it turns out Daniel wanted to celebrate his b-day with me and Cora, so we got together, all 3 of us were late, the drinking marathon didn’t start very well, but we proceeded to try and make the best of it.
First, we went to the “yardas”, and no surprise there, we couldn’t get a table, so we headed to “Pabellon Copilco” a place where I hate going, but we really didn’t much of a choice, due to the fact we all had plans afterwards, little money, and almost out of gas. It was even worse than usual, so we democratically decided to proceed to the wonderful “azteconas”, and get 5 liters of beer and go on campus to drink without major troubles.
We bought our delicious aztecona mixed draft beers with a perfect blend of lime and chili, and after 15 minutes we finally were able to get a parking space in the department of philosophy of the prestigious National Autonomous University of Mexico –which today occupies position 51 in the best universities in the world, according to the online rankings- so there were a couple of tailgate parties, but nothing to crazy.
Then, just then we realized… it was the yearly “donkey burn”, which is a tradition that college students perform every year before the UNAM- POLI football game. We didn’t mind them, and we headed to the green area while I called the mobile company and yelled at “Guillermo” because my friends new phone line wasn’t up yet, when we got to the green area, we saw people running towards us, and we heard blasters go off, but we didn’t mind.
Daniel was so calm, he even went down to light his cigarette, Cora and I proceeded to sit, and admire the campus. Suddenly, a couple of campus security men told us to stand up and start walking, as it turns out the burn, wasn’t going according to plan, and we had to evacuate the campus. People were frantically running towards us… therefore I proceeded to finish 2 of 5 beers, and we had 3 left, we calmly walked to the street with our azteconas.
Sundenly all hell broke loose, Daniel had gone straight into the conflict area, so we put our 3 beers, on the yellow rail, and I got under it… suddenly the bottles the assholes were throwing we too close, so Cora and I had to leave our beers, and we crossed the street dodging the crap and they were throwing. We finally got to the other side were the “useful” city police were talking on their walkie-talkies and taking pictures (and not arresting anyone), while people were beating each other.
All of a sudden, I take a look at our beers and a son of a bitch picks one up and throws it, I scream in anger –hahahah-. A couple of minutes later, the accumulation of individuals, with high school t-shirts, and beer bottles we going towards the dean’s office, so I crossed the street frantically, and save 2 of the 3 beers. Daniel had finally gotten back from trying to light his cig, and we laid down to joke about the whole ordeal.
As it turns out, some students from philosophy didn’t want high school bitches at our campus, so the proceeded to beat them with sticks, and the high-schoolers –drunken and disorderly- threw beer bottles at them, and exploding cocktails, hitting 4 students, 2 of them were injured badly in the head and face.
These violent events started at 6: 45 and ended at 7:15, at 8:00 I left the campus, and went to another b-day celebration. It was a Friday full of adrenaline, but dangerous none the less. Thank heavens5 high school "students" will be expelled after this little mishap, they deserve that and more, stupid sons of bitches.

Here's the video, we where standing a couple of feet behind who shot the video.

A little bit of everything....

I feel so awful... I haven't written anything here in ageeees!! That makes me feel like such an irresponsible person, I don't want to be a blog abandoner .
O well... moving on.... I've had a wonderful time.... no complaints. And I feel ROCKTOBER will most certainly have it all... it will begin with a wonderful weekend at "moles" house.... and it will end with Damian's Bday celebration (at Cervantino, probably) - and I have to mention all the bdays in between-.
Though I'm kind of worried... is it normal to be bored in every college course I have?? Ugh, I'm starting to think that I didn't chose my teachers rationally and in a proper manner... o well... one semester closer to closing the chapter.
Today I had a wonderful convo with Lizzy, she said something that I truly believe, but Ihaven't been able to say out loud... so here goes:

(06:39 p.m.)דµ€ ¥ªɀ is total: Did you hear about sara palin?
(06:43 p.m.) F.T.A.D.E.P - Ve: I don't know, I hate politics. If you don't know something people think your stupid. If you say something that others don't know they say that your a jackass or a spy or something.
(06:44 p.m.)דµ€ ¥ªɀ is total: jajajajaj
(06:46 p.m.) F.T.A.D.E.P - Ve: O not??
(06:47 p.m.) F.T.A.D.E.P - Ve: Like, if you say something that no one realizes they say that your involved, if you say you read it in the papers they say that your foolish for believing the media.
(06:48 p.m.)דµ€ ¥ªɀ is total: (speachless)

That's Lizzy's intake on things, and I can't say I disagree, some brainless people think that having an opinion is bad... and she's right, and opinion on things is usual not well seen. I mean, hey I'm all for opinions, the thing is... what proficiency do you have to have an opinion? Is it always necessary? Who can judge your opinion? I mean hell after all it’s an opinion, you don’t have to justify your way of thinking do you??
Tenorio would say "only experts can have a real intake on things, we can't go about life, interpreting things that 'we feel' 'we think' not everybody can have the knack about education, sports, culture, arts, politics, that's why thought-out life we try to have an expertise so we can emit funded judgments " That's why, I can't have an opinion on everything... goodness gracious I toootaaally miss that teacher!!

jajajaja, "FUCK ME"??

That's what pathetic people comment on a Saturday night at 1: 00 AM. Don't you have something better to do??? It's quite clear some folks don't have a life, so they destine their free time to writing a series of "Fuck yous", sometimes with grammatical mistakes, because hey, I can't expect some folks to write in English hahaha, especially the type of folks that remain anonymous and IGNORANT

I would publish the comments that are insulting, because hey, I'm all for the freedom of speech but there are limits, and I refuse to publish anything anonymous. If you have the "nuts" to write "fuck you", you must also have the balls to write your "fucking" name. I don't care if people don't agree with me, I have even published comments of people who think the opposite of what I write, but they write it respectfully. If you want to make me feel bad, an insult isn't the key, do it with intelligence, any one can insult me, but few people can make their point with IQ.

It's my "fucking" blog, and I can say what ever the "fuck" I want, and if that makes some people nauseous, well live with it, hahahaha. Or better yet, DON'T VISIT MY BLOG!!! You always have a choice in what you read haha, I deeply regret the fact that I can't be friends with bitchy ass, cowards hahahaha..... cheers!!

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!!

Not a very good day.. or week actually

As it turns out, the day didn’t start off that bad, as bad as the rest of the days of this bitchy week… but it exactly 9:45 it started sucking. First I fell asleep in my last two classes, including my favorite one (History III). Then I went to work, which wasn’t as bad as other days, I Just kept falling asleep as I was with my boss.

Later on, I ran home and went to turn in the papers for the national advertising contest. Finally, I got home and a friend was waiting for me… I had decided to finally give him an opportunity. But then I realized I couldn’t be with him because he lives under the influence. So I told him to bug off.

And now as I write this, laying on my sofa, I realized that I was quite stupid, thinking that he could change, that he could deserve a second chance. I’m never going to be able to get over certain things, no matter how many therapy sessions I have. Which I’m planning to ditch, it’s just not working for me, and I HATE NOT BEING ABLE TO SLEEP!!

Ohh well, “Life is life”, I better live it… in the next couple of weeks I won’t be adding entries’, since finals approach, and this is the last chance to fix all the crap I’ve done this semester.

Crazy weekend aproaches...

Damn it, I’m mixed up in a crazy ass journey. A voyage which me and another 90 crazy ass college individuals will endure… and the closer it gets, the more nervous I become, I know from this moment; that I’ll be caught up in excess and lots of rockin’, the only way I know how… Caught up in nothing more than pure excess.

That worries me a little, since I become a little irresponsible in the wonderful company of others with of course, no responsibilities, since it’s not really a school trip, I’ll spend my moments quite wasted… many what if’s come to mind… What if I drown in the ocean? What if I don’t comeback in one peace? What if we get into an accident? Damn it, I have to stop thinking the worse of this trip, but wouldn’t you?? I mean 90 people reunited to drink, and get wasted, with no supervision, in another state and with 2 alcoholic 25 year olds in charge… hahahaha, ohh well…. Whatever happens happens, I’ve cheated fate my fair share of times, one more is a piece of cake!

The events of last night….

Before doing my homework, while the events are quite freshly saved in my memory, I shall proceed to explain, with excruciating detail all the crap that went down yesterday….

There was this party/concert, and I wasn’t in the mood for it, but oh well… I ended up going against my will (just kidding, I don’t do things against my will). After being exploited in the office, we went along, to get our party on… We arrived, at the time my dear friend Zamorano was signing his Mexican tunes. Some bitch friends that Edgar bought along were being completely rude to him, but oh well, I ignored their pathetic asses. Late on, Edgar, and “Puma[1]” got into an argument because Puma’s stupid ass told Edgar that his sister fucked nice, Edgar was about to kick his ass, but he was pulled away.

I kept drinking like there was no tomorrow. Around 8, a fight broke out, outside, Edgar kicked stupid Puma’s ass, but it didn’t end there, everyone was jumping in. Zamorano later on considered a good idea to piss Edgar off, so I kind of jumped in, in between them. I got kicked, because I jumped in... I had my "BROTHERS BACK" (my bro, being Zamorano)

The cops were called, and everything cooled down, though at that point I noticed… I HAVE VERY FEW FRIENDS AT COLLEGE, THANK GOD FOR MY HIGHSCHOOL FRIENDS WHO DON´T GET INTO FIGHTS OVER STUPIDITIES !!!!

The partying continued… and… I was just a taaaad tipsy, and this little “gentleman”, who considers himself very smart, humorous and amusing, decided it was a good idea to flirt with me, the only problem is that, I DON’T LIKE HIM, and just as I told him “I don’t want problems because you why can’t you get it”[2] he responded, the most pathetic thing ever “I like you when you hate me”… Finally I was pulled away from him, by two great friends (Cora and Daniel). The night ended for me, I had to get home, because my family has trust issues with me, I went on home, and ended up walking (drunk) with Many for more than an hour, because there was no longer public transportation. It was one of the best night walks I’ve had in a long time; we talked a whole lot, though most things are quite private…. And that’s about it…. Have a good one; I must finish all of my essays… se ya….

PD. I finally had my 1^st session with my shrink today, it was quite interesting.

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[1] a skinny bitch ass, junkie, friend of Zamorano. Who I dislike, do to his inappropriate comments.

[2] I already have problems with a so called friend, because the bigot is in “love” with him, and this certain someone, says that I’m an alcoholic and every time I can, I flirt with him. And that I can’t be trusted, pff hahaha stupid ass people who are impressed by his “big words”.