I need a herrr cut

Owwww my stomach hurts.

Overall, today was a pretty good day. I think my clock is off though because in my head I'm getting to my classes with like 3 minutes to spare, but when I get there, I'm the Mexican that always walks in late.

After about a month of neglecting my baby, I finally gave her a bath. While I would have loved to wax her sexy ass, I was just too tired, or lazy, you pick.
I noticed like 4 other scions in the parking lot at school and I was hella pissed. Last semester there was only ONE and it belonged to my buddy John. Now these biters want to be like us.
Speaking of John, I ran into his Mexican ass this morning. He was waiting for me in the parking structure and I made fun of him for carrying around his little art supplies like a yuppie poser.
Because he is John (one of my ONLY Mexican friends at Loyola) and because he drives a Scion, I forgave him and we walked to Damen Hall. I have yet to run into three of my favorite Loyola friends, Candace, Perla, and of course, my sweet Annie!

I'm so hungry, I could even eat at Arby's. AND woah, that's damn near starvation if I'll eat there! Mama made enchiladas this morning; however, she did burn them.....JERK. ;p jk

My dad always says some very proufound and emotional things right when you don't expect him to say anything. Last night, I had a very much needed conversation with my parents in which I expressed to them that I felt stifled and not at home in my own home.
My dad, after a while...he sat there, looked at me and said (in Spanish) "We won't always have each other. We should try to be a part of each other's lives NOW when it counts, NOW while we can." I felt guilty for not being around as much these last few months.

It almost feels as if I've been neglecting them, and they noticed, but they just didn't say anything. Then I had a Jan Brady moment where I was like "ok, but you need to grow up sooner or later and they need to accept that" then the other part of me was like "yeah, but you're never home anymore." (You know in the movie where she has a mini-argument with herself?) lol I'm not a crazy bitch like her, but you know what I mean.

Well, I should put some pants on and go move Midnight from under the tree in the driveway. Trees=shitting birds=dirty car=angry driver cause she just washed it.

QOTD
"Why did the old geezer write 5000 a.d. instead of 500 a.d.?"
-Fr. Costigan talking about himself-

"I don't have boobs big enough to stare at."
-Amanda-

"You have a bleach pen?!? Man! That's hardcore!"
-Kyle- (I'm still trying to figure out why Eric's bleach pen excited him so much.)

"HOW WAS YOUR SUMMER?" ARGGGGH!!!

Apparently, this is the question to ask around here, even when you don't care to know the answer. It's the worst conversation starter in the universe in my opinion. Why? Because we are broke ass college students (or grads) who probably only worked or sat around this summer. Plus, you're only asking it 'cause you have nothing important to say and you can't enjoy the silence! In my second class, I must have heard 4 people ask each other that in the most unenthused tones of voice. HOW WAS YOUR SUMMER?! NO ONE CARES.
(This could possibly be the reason why I've only made about 5 friends at Loyola throughout 4 years, just thought I'd throw that out there.)

If anyone I go to school with reads this post, please, refrain from asking me this question and I will refrain from punching you in your respective no-no areas.

On a funny note, the freshman girls have made a spectacle of themselves as they do every year. I don't have to ask them if they are freshman. I know they're freshman because they come to school in the skankiest heels, the raunchiest minis, and the tops that display the most cleavage.
Heels are to be worn on special occassions, not to the first day of class. That is- unless you're intending to seduce any professors for the purpose of getting A's. In which case, skank away!!

The rest of us normal folk are here in comfortable ass shoes and casual slacks/skirts and tops.
Lolo, Liz....I wish you were both here to help me mock the baby skanks.

I have managed (as I do every year) to take a hobo-ish U-Pass photo this year. For those of you who don't know, the U-Pass is a little transit card that allows us to travel freely on the CTA busses and trains. One's photo appears on the U-Pass, and my photo just happens to make me look like my name is Camby-Lynn from Alabama who can't afford a dental plan. My teeth appear to be protruding from my mouth in 3-d fashion, and I couldn't look any goofier. It's classic humor, really. My own mother looks forward to looking at my U-Pass every year JUST to get a good laugh. Seeing as how this is my last U-Pass, I'm sure she'll be pleased in knowing that this just might be the funniest one.

Edgar and I went to breakfast this morning before I went to school/he went to work. It was so pleasant. I enjoy being with him so much! My future is going to be so bright :)

Well, I'll come back later and post some QOTDs from the weekend. There aren't that many. Don't get all hyped up my babies!! Now, I must treck boldly into the world of numbers....sigh...math makes my feet sad.

The Movement

I like moments that just happen. I like profound conversations that are just eased into, not forced.

The floor in my room is barely visible. I should really clean up, but I don't have the will. The mess is really getting to me, though. It's quite frustrating to have to walk around things to get to my bed. Why don't I just do it? Well, you see, I've psychologized the situation and I think that the mess in my room (which extreeeemely surpasses any mess I've ever seen before) is my own outcry to myself!!

I've maintained this disorderly atmosphere in my room in order to push myself out. Davina says some people have to be pushed out of "comfortable" but detrimental work settings, I think the same applies for the home setting.

Don't get me wrong, I'm not like, getting beat or neglected, lol. However, I feel like I am riding against the current. I feel like the more I try to venture out, the less I am received well by those that have surrounded me. I am not being let go of. I appreciate the clingy-lovey part of it, but I don't appreciate the unwillingness to perceive how it might hurt me, the unwillingness to see that as bumpy and undeveloped an adult I may be, I AM still an adult.

I'm going through all sorts of changes now and only a few people are rooting me on. Edgar says that I am at a great spot in my life because there is only room for improvement. I can see why he'd say that. He embraces change more easily than I could ever hope to. Change baffles me though; they leaves me dumbfounded and bitter, especially when I don't think things should change.

I sat and thought again, about the people that have left my life, and this time, instead of feeling sadness, I felt anger. I felt as if the time I spent with them was pointless if all they would end up doing is leave anyway. Then what's the point of being so damned selective if the bonds that we form as human beings can be so paper thin? Who's to say my own damn mother wouldn't leave me? I mean, she will leave me in death, or I will leave her in death, but at least I know that shit's coming. Death is not nearly as sorrowful to me as when someone leaves your life by choice.

And what about the people that I have left behind myself? I think about that too! What have I made them feel? What is there to say about the relationships I held with people I walked away from? Why would those people just LET me go? Aren't you supposed to fight for what you love? What if letting go was an act of love?

As you can see, if you've stayed with me through all of this, I am full of questions. I am at a toss up here. I told Edgar that I felt as if I had jumped off of a high cliff and I was not done falling yet. What he said in response struck me and will probably stay with me until I get where I should be. He said, "yes, you may be falling, but there is movement." This is the movement I was so blind to needing before. This is the movement I will have no matter how hard it proves to be. This time is mine.

Thoughts From a Two Hour Journey

THESE ARE THINGS THAT CROSSED MY MIND AS WE DROVE HOME FROM URBANA.

*I like clouds that seem to go for miles.

*I hate being MISUNDERSTOOD.

*I like the sun on my face.

*Being ill at ease can affect your whole day- throw you off center.

*I should always carry a pen & a notebook with me.

*Sometimes lonely suits me better.

*I wish I was somewhere, flat on my back, watching the sky flow past me, watching its perfect display in silence.

*Peace seems so far away.

*I opine that perfect weather is anywhere from 75-77 degrees Farenheight.

*Sometimes, when it seems like all I ever do is cry, I get the urge to run.

*Roadkill surprisingly saddens me.

*Muscle & antique cars amuse me; I want one.

*Fleetwood Mac kicks all sorts of musical arse, as does Stevie Wonder.

*If Illinois were a woman, it would be comparable to a flat chested gymnast. We need more hills and mountains. Who can we see to get that rolling?

*I feel broken.

*I need my monthly dose of David.

*A hot air balloon must be taken before I die.

*I wish it was November. November always makes me smile.

*I like the circus.

*I hate, hate, hate being patronized.

*My father washed my work clothes to me, and for that, he wins at life.

*Posers reeeeeeeaalllly irk me.

QOTD
"You're narrow in your concept of candy!"
-Laura-

"Yeah, see, that doesn't work...is one of those friends you?"
-Frankie on me only having a couple of friends.-

"BUDDY?!?? Apparently you think I'm one of your lady friends."
-Miles-

"No! I don't like your beard! It's stupid!"
-Old lady at work- (old couples kwak me up)

"Why does she want to talk to me? I'm not even nice!"
-Davina-

"I got a dollar, but you've got no concept of time! Sucks to be you!"
-Kyle- (venting about getting a crappy tip)

"Como vas con el papi chulo? Because I want you broken with him."
-Oscar- (guess which language he speaks more of?)

"Mendez, are you kind of a ho? Or are you a good girl?"
-Nick N.-

"George, I will BREAK YOUR GLASSES!"
-Arby-

"My grandfather told me to only get married when there's nothing else to do with my life."
-Bill-

"His shitballs are THIS big!"
-Davina-

"Oh, hey, hey, hey....I have to save my people."
-Oliver- (he said this as he picked all of the yellow gummi bears out of a bag. Yes, he's Asian)

"Can you stop doing it on top of me?!"
-Davina- (yelling at me and Arby)

TURD FERGUSON

::Thank you for the pin. You know how much Turd Ferguson makes me laugh::

If you all don't know where Turd Ferguson is from, then you need to watch you some Saturday Night Live Jeopardy skits.

It's been raining out since I woke up and I'm glad for it. We've needed rain like this.

Congratulations to my Lilly on getting a job!! The little shit got the first job she applied for. Now, that's some divine intervention right there! Good for you, Lolo. I'm proud and happy for you!!! :p Now you can spend money on me.

I have to be at work in an hour and a half. Boo!!! Work is for lames.

I got hit on by a senior citizen the other day at breakfast. He was making eyes at me and then he came over and told me I had a hearty appetite. Good to know I've still got charm with men that are old enough to know Jesus.

Edgar and I went apt. hunting for him yesterday. He's excited! I hope it all works out well for him. He needs his space.

I've been contemplating that myself. I need to move out of my house. It's getting to that point where I feel suffocated. Sometimes the homelife does that to you.

QOTD
"Stay over here where we can see you. The creature from the black lagoon might get you. I mean, the green lagoon. Wait, that's not even a lagoon."
-Randy-

"Come on! Prove it! Whip it out!"
-Lilly- (that crazy bitch thinks her weenis is bigger than mine.)

"Inappropriate punctuation is fun!"
-Lilly-

"Did you find him on man-t.v.?!"
-Edgar- (I told him I have another boyfriend)

"When I have nothing to do, I pet my cactus."
-Edgar-

Slippery Dick

We went to the Shedd Aquarium yesterday afternoon. It was me, Edgar, his momma, and his brother. We were standing there looking at one of the exhibits, when I look down to see a picture of a fish with the name "slippery dick." Supposedly, there were fish in that tank named slippery dicks.

I was like, "Aww hell naw!!!" and I waved Edgar over and pointed down at it. He started cracking up, and naturally, he took a picture of it. Next thing you know, his mom looks down at it, and we all walked away laughing like a bunch of 13 year-old boys. But I mean, come on!!! There are people out there who discover these fish and name them, and it is plain to see that someone went a little overboard with their rights to name this poor aniumal. Those poor fish are probably wondering why humans stand there pointing and laughing as they swim by.

All in all, I'd have to say I liked the penguins the best.
And may I suggest that before the summer ends, my readers take themselves to the lakefront by the Shedd and the Planetarim. We live in a breathtaking city, take advantage.

On to the subject of napping. Napping is quite the phenomenon is I may say so myself. During the schoolyear, you can find me napping like no other for hours on end. It's ridiculous how much I love it! Edgar and I got to his house after dinner at around 7pm and we napped for a few hours. When we wake up, we're always pretty goofy. I don't know what's so funny after waking up, but we crack up like we're being tickled. I guess naps just have that relaxing effect.

Well, I have to go shower now because I'll probably head over to Niles to visit Lilly. Poor girl has no friends out there because Niles is for jerks and lesbians. Naturally, I have to be nice and visit her. Bring her some tales from the big city...you know how I do. ;p

QOTD
"Patricia put an M-16 up my ass!"
-Carmen-

"Loliver Ogman."
-Lilly-

Caribbean Queen....ya'll remember that song?

My workplace has become a sea of foreign ass faces.
Everyone's new, and most of them suck. Some of them are nice, though, and they are not lazy, which is important enough, I guess.

After work, Ollie, Reiter, and Arbuckle sat with me at Friday's; Ollie and I stuffed our faces and the other two drank like the booze-hounds that they are! ;p
Tonight reminded me of the old crew. Tonight, I felt comfortable sitting there with my pals making fun of people we don't like.

I realize now more than ever that I have to be successful. I have to make a name for myself.
I have to up my ambition and my desire for something better exponentially.
Yeah, waiting tables may help me make car payments and pay for school, but damn it all, it also makes you want to be more. Some people choose to make a career out of it, and you know what, more power to them, I won't bash them. But there are some people that simply don't belong in that industry because they're worth so much more.

Mark my words, man. I'm gonna be something big one day. I'm gonna live comfortably, even if I have to work incessantly to get there. As long as I am proud and happy making that living, I'll do it.

QOTD
"I prefer to call it 'make love.'"
-Reiter-

"Can I just somehow take my ass and stamp it on your paper and you can just post it on your quote of the day?"
-Ollie-

Someone Should Come Clean My Room

I suppose I forgot to tell you all that my broke ass does not have a cell phone anymore. I'm working on getting a new one. However, paying for Midnight, school, and credit card debts does take precedence. I do feel naked without my phone. :(

Many of you were interested in knowing exactly what my rude ass little cousin said the other night. I would love to sell him out right here, but that would be wrong. I would, however, sell him out on a one on one basis. Just give me a call and....oh yeah....I don't have a cell phone. Smoke signals....send smoke signals.

I bet you all have certain family members that you'd just like to punch in the jugular everytime they open their mouths. Please, do tell me about them, so we can consider forming some sort of alliance that facilitates marginalizing pain in the ass family members. There is strength in numbers, people!

Sandy and I went to lunch at Mother's Day restaurant today. We both ordered the Monte Cristo deluxe meal. Neither of us liked the dish, but I managed to cram one half of the sandwich into my mouth. Sandy took one bite and hated it. She was hesitant to return it, but I was like "We are not paying for something that you did not like or eat. Get something else." I thought to myself that it would be O.K. to do that since she did not eat all the meat and say she did not like it like certain guests do at the O.G. When I told the waitress that she did not like the food, she takes the dish away, comes back, and goes "Do you want this taken off your bill? 'Cause I talked to them about it (I'm guessing "them" = her managers) and they said it's not our fault 'cause that's how we make it." Technically, she was right and so were the "them." Nonetheless, having worked in the restaurant industry for three years, I find that I seldom encounter establishments (especially chain establishments) that don't practice the "the customer is always right" mantra. Privately owned restaurants most times don't give a shit if you don't come back for some reason. Those are the places that don't think twice about kicking you out if you're acting a-fool. Chain restaurants have made brats out of people, though. We got Sandy's dish taken off the bill.

We were very polite about returning the food, and of course, we felt bad. But she seriously did not like it. She disliked it so much that all she ordered after that was two pieces of toast. She said the food had grossed her out. Secretly, I was grossed out by the food too. I just tried to tough it out. I was full on soup and fries anyway. So, the moral of the story is: The "them" at Mother's Day won't take the blame for their food sucking, so don't order the Monte Cristo there. You want a killer Monte Cristo sammich, take your ass to BENNINGANS!!! The "Them" and the cooks there know how to make a mean Monte Cristo!!!

QOTD
"You're cold?! You loser!! Get fat! Then maybe you won't be so cold!"
-Marybeth- (we finally got the a.c. fixed at the o.g. yep...at summer's end)

"I don't know how she sits up in this chair. I'm hurtin'!! My thighs too big!"
-Receptionist at Loyola Medical Center complaining to us abt her badonk-a-donk-

"I knew she wasn't your daughter...ho."
-MC-

"I'm not supposed to be Mexican anymore! I gave that up a while ago!"
-Randy-

"It always makes me laugh! The fat girls at work are forever sweating!"
-Randy-

Ignorance is NOT Bliss, it's Just Plain Rude

Today we speak in blurbs:

Edgar came with me to meet family that was in from Pakistan.

Family sits around table conversing with us.

Cousin from Pakistan, 13 year-old male, threatens my boyfriend the second he walked through the door.

Cousin's parents say and do nothing to stop their child from being so rude.

Cousin insults Edgar repeatedly.

Parents do nothing to stop him from running his mouth.

Jenny and Edgar boil inside, but bite their tongues- they realize that there exists a culture clash.

Jenny and Edgar leave that house in disbelief, but remember that they are dealing with a child.

Jenny apologizes to Edgar, and is embarrassed and ashamed at her family's behavior.

Both Jenny and Edgar wish they could have punched a certain someone.

Jenny regrets not speaking up, but knows that everything happens for a reason.

We realize that we are better than what could have been had we let this ignorance get under our skin.

QOTD
"Mendez, take a look at the hooters that are about to come through the door. They're huge! I mean, she could knock her kid over if turns around fast enough!"
-jeff-

"I like fruity stuff. I'm not fruity! But I do like fruity stuff."
-niko-

"Excuse my tits!"
-Carmen-

"I don't think I look like her....my nipples are hard!"
-Edgar- (notice how he wanders in conversation!)

"I'm late. You're gonna be a father."
-Lilly- (lol, yep, she was talking to me!)

DO A QUARTER!!! DO A QUARTER!!!

I super miss a few people. At the top of the list: Meghan, Sherly, Allison, Roxie, and Brad.
I have been sporting the Dora the Explorer bag that Meg gave me last year. I like it, it reminds me of her. I don't mind that it is made for toddlers. ;p

Went to Steve's imfamous bowling night tonight. He leaves for Nashville next week and I had already been scolded for not attending bowling night before. We had a great time!! You'll see how great when I develop the incriminating pictures.

How archaic do I feel right now? I'm still developing film, damn it. I need me a digi-camera.
I saw some very sexy digital c's at Target, but as soon as I saw the prices, the cameras weren't so sexy anymore.

On a totally unrelated note, I want to congratulate my cute cousin Mariana for finally figuring out how to leave a comment on my blog. lol...I'm not laughing at her....it's just that...Ok, I'm laughing at her, but she's damn cute so we're still friends.

It freeks me out sometimes that I'm 22 years old. I remember being 8 and thinking that being 15 was being old. I remember being three and hiding in the cupboards closest to the floor in the kitchen....lol...there are pictures to prove that I fit in there! I remember being 5 and having a night-time ritual where my brother would be in the kitchen fixing himself a bowl of cereal (you know us Mexicanos, cereal is a food-group in itself for us!) and I'd wait there till he went upstairs to his room. He'd stand by the door, cereal in hand and say, "give me a kiss! (I'd kiss his cheek) Now give yourself a kiss! (I'd kiss my hand...lol...what a way to teach self-love!) Now run to bed before I shut off the light! (I was afraid of the dark!) He'd always wait for me to get to my bedroom before shutting off the kitchen lights and going upstairs. Now I'm about to be 23, the aforementioned brother is in his thirties and has two beautiful sons, and it all seems so out of whack sometimes! We all grow up.

If you're bored, in the comment section, leave me your earliest childhood memories. I'd like to hear about those! I have several...it's kinda weird!

Well, stay out of trouble this weekend, kids!

QOTD
"Hey! That's not any better! That's worse! They're bleeding now!"
-Davina talking about her ears-

"Hey, can I pick you up and carry you on my shoulders?"
-Miles-

"What are you gonna do for your birthday? Are you gonna go to Times Square and watch the ball drop?"
-Miles- (please understand that it was TOTALLY random of him to mention times sq.)

"There was never a bad shift with him. I even wanted to ask him to check his money for me one last time for old times sake. 'Come on, Brad! Do a quarter! Do a quarter!'"
-Jerry- (on missing Brad)

"Make sure you get my prominent cheek bones and my sturdy thighs."
-Reiter- (directing Oliver on how to draw him)

"I'm a towering 5'9" of Asian goodness!"
-Oliver-

Me 'n Aidan, Joe

I volunteered to babysit Aidan for Edgar's sister tomorrow. I'm pretty damn excited!! He's so awesome!

The interview went well today; they have scheduled yet ANOTHER interview for tomorrow.

I had a three hour break between the interviews today, so naturally I stayed my ass in Libertyville bc going back would have been pointless what with the commute being almost an hour and all. So I went to Burger King for a loooong ass lunch.

As I sat there, eating my luscious whopper with extra pickles, no onions, no tomatoes, I overheard three thugs sitting behind me. They totally stood out in contrast with the soft rock music playing in the background, you know, barry manilow, wilson phillips type stuff.
They were like "Nah, Joe, fuck that shit, I saw your ass right there when I got up out the car!"
to which one of the other thugs responded "Man, Joe, I didn't get out! Hey Joe, is that my cup? Yeah, that one, is that my cup Joe?"

LOL, I can't believe people are still calling each other "Joe." It's a very ghetto term of endearment, along the lines of "bro," but a tad more ghetto on the ghetto scale. And it was alarming how many times they could cram "Joe" into a sentence.

And no, their names were not Joe, because what are the odds of three Joe's hanging out at Burger King, calling each other by their name? Come on!! That's just screaming "please confuse me!" And although I give thugs very little credit in the area of brain power, I would not think that they enjoy being confused.
I wondered if they knew how stupid and ig'nant (heehee) they sounded, though?
Ah, thugs, you're all a bunch of prostate faces.

Well, that's it from me!

QOTD
"You need to sum up your testicular virility and kick ass on that interview!"
-Carlos giving me a pep talk-