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.

Career Move..... Crisis Managment!

One of the best teachers I’ve ever had throughout my college career once wisely said: “If you are ever going to do something illegal never admit it. If you say you’re going to do something illegal, you must deny it, if you are stupid enough to right it down, you must deny it, but even worse, if you are incredibly stupid enough to write it down, and sign it…..DENY IT UNTIL YOU DIE!!!"

I have never been one to deny things, but….. There are certain “special circumstances”.

I must admit, I’m quote surprised that a certain event has just had its three year anniversary, and things are looking up, I didn’t get all pitiable and pathetic.

Nice Hangover Sunday y’all.

I love being cryptic.....

Cryptic and non specific is something I enjoy specially when it's about the "uncomfortable flourecent-pink elephant" in the room, that takes up space but no one wants to discuss and deal with it.

"It is what it has always been, it will always be, and I can't help it....."

I bet no one can interpret the true meaning of that!!!!

everything we do is to avoid the inevitable....

Last Monday, I was at Wendy's enjoying my double bacon-cheeseburger, and talking to a couple of friends, a very adept friend told us "everything we do is to avoid death, from eating to sleeping" and I added "we live trying to avoid death, but it's the only thing that's written since the moment we are born".

It's true, but that doesn't mean we can't enjoy our time here..... and there's definitely nothing better to enjoy our time being intoxicated with happiness.

And on Thursday, talking to another friend we concluded that some of us live daring death, and we might just be the last ones to leave!! That's how ironic life can be, and that's precisely whats to love about it.

But what's more ironic??? Living it to avoid it??? or Living it daring it???

By the way, after almost 22 years, I have found my true calling: teaching lessons to all those ignorant cowards, who think they are all that and more. My job is to show them "ohh contraire my friend" hahaha.

And just to avoid all my "lemas", I must add, that I'm almost done paying my dues!!! Let that be a lesson to all: when you need the money, you work your ass off for it, you can't wait for it to land from some airplane full of cash.

Another one bites the dust!!!

Yes people.... one step closer, one more shot down.

Never the less this semester got a bit more complicated, due to "extraordinary" matters, this semester went form plagiarism, to a lot of debts, to deceit, to getting drunk with some teachers, to screwing things up with a great guy, some friendships weakened, others got stronger; hell it had it all.

And yet I'm not one to complain, but needless to say, it wasn't my favorite, but I learned a lot of life lessons, the kind I love!!

Next semester will get more interesting, I'll become a teachers asis., which will make me furfill my mision in life, and become a total biatch, towards people like "afro[1]".


[1] A little big mouth son of a #/&)!, I'll complement on this in another post.

Monday 4 AM lesson.........

Monday 4 AM lesson

If you have been irresponsible enough to do something quite stupid and idiotic, you must be responsible enough to make amends

You can't put a time stamp on love......

Trying to control love and time, is impossible; people who think that they can control either or worse, BOTH have issues.

I know it would be great if we could decide when, and how long we fall in love, or better yet who we love and put a time stamp that says "in 3 months this will expire"; that would just be great. But things aren't like that, life isn't like that. It would most certainly make life easier. Imagine that, you could say "I'm going to fall out of love of this son of a bitch in 2 weeks". But ohh hell no!!! When the going gets though, your still loving.

Time works the same way.... I learned the worst way, that time isn't a reusable o recyclable resource. You can't control time, you can't waste it, you can't leave things "for tomorrow". We can't leave things like that, tying lose ends, both time and love, we can't leave love for another time, we can't have a feeling and not act on it, that will only lead to self destruction. And I guess that's what's going on with me.... oh well, it's the price I pay, for being me and being stupid. Peace out y'all.