Oh yeah...I went there!

Thoughts on 2008

2008-01-01T15:39:00.001-06:00

I had a great time last night with my church family. I really don't have a "home-church" yet (ever since I started school in San Marcos). However, my parents do...and I sometimes attend with them.
Every year they get together at around 6pm and stay until midnight to welcome the new year with eachother. It's actually pretty awesome. I know what you're thinking. Church? Fun? On New Years Eve? Puh-lease!! But for real. It's great. What better place to be than with your family, friends, your brother and sisters in Christ and acknowledging God into the next year?!?! There are games, activities, FOOD, DESSERT, babies, wacky children and more importantly...no drama (you know what I mean...the kind of drama where you boyfriend's x-girlfriend shows up unexpectedly to trash YOUR party or where you boyfriend's bestfriend's girlfriend is drunk off her a** and talking smack to everybody. Or the kind where the night ends in someone being unconscience). That is an example of how NOT to spend new years. In my opinion of course.

Anyways...this is going to be an awesome year. I just know it! Especially since I want it to be!! Last year was such a "blah" year to me. And RIDICULOUSLY hard. School wise, I mean. And I know this semester is going to be even MORE of a challenge, but at least they're courses that pertain to my major. No more calculus crap, no more physics crap, no more english crap or foreign languageness, it's all Chemistry and Biology from here. Sooo excited. Wait, have I mentioned how excited I am?!?! PFFF. I'm also excited for the relationships I'm going to build with my friends. My discipleship group. Getting better from my eating disorder. Fully healing and recovering mentally. Appreciating my family more. Hanging out more with my big brother (because he's pretty awesome). Getting a dog. Possibly. As soon as I get a job to pay for it's shots and food and stuff and junk. What else do pets need? Playing piano more. Getting a boyfriend. It's time for one of those. Aceing all my classes. Staying up late in the library with my friends drinking starbucks through the wee-hours of the night. I'm just TOTALLY excited! This years going to be different. It's going to be great. Because I want it to be. But I've already said that.

Sheepish

2007-12-28T01:35:00.001-06:00

Nothing exciting happened today. For once. I could complain about somethings though. But I'm trying to stop. Lately I've been voicing my complaints a little more than I've ever practiced before. And as outspoken as I am, that was always a big no no in my book. People that complain are sooo annoying. They make me want to vomit. I've always been concientious of that. Complaining I mean. But now, I've been careless and have let my mouth run a little more than it should becoming the very thing I hate. I should stop. Like five minutes ago.

Oh I remember! This is actually really funny. Have you ever found a bruise or scratch on your body somewhere that you don't remember getting? You just happen to look in the mirror and suddenly discover a mark that you don't remember taking part in? Well, something not quite like that happened to me the other day. So let me explain:

So I went to a fall retreat over the weekend and one night while lying on my bed I caught a glimpse of my feet and almost barfed (because they were in dire need of a pedicure). My nails were long and jagged and crooked and ridgety. My soles were hard and crusty and needed some major lotioning. I just couldn't believe that I let myself go out on this trip before running some nail clippers through my toes! How EMBARRASSING. (It's just that I haven't had any time with school and stuff to be worrying what my feet look like, you know?) Anyways, I wake up this morning and my feet have never been sooo beautiful in my whole entire life. And I don't remember giving myself a pedicure! I woke up thinking I would wear sandals that day, and then quickly rescinded that thought because I remember the hideousness of my feet at the retreat, when....low and behold! My feet were beautiful!! But who dunnit? I didn't. An angel of mercy, perhaps? haha. Funny, huh?

Close as Penguins

2007-12-28T01:33:00.000-06:00

It's funny how cold weather brings people together. This morning I got up bright and early to catch the 6:29am-Highland bus to txstate. At about 6:39 we weren't "having it" anymore and decided to huddle up like a bunch of penguins to keep warm. It was great! I met five-new-cool people. Behroz (pronounced Berus-whom has served in desert storm), Emily (who had an 8:00am class), Lance (who has served in the navy for three years) and some other chic that ditched us after about an hour of waiting. (I never got her name).

So finally, around 8:00am, this guy named Travis (who recognized Behroz-pronounced Berus) pulls up in his SUV and tells us he's just gotten off the phone with auxillary services and that apparently the 6:29am AND 7:32am bus are stuck in traffic (yeah right! They're totally are at Whataburger chowing down on a sausage biscuit slash sipping on some coffee until the traffic dies down. It doesn't take that long to get through traffic that early in the morning-AND I promise this is the last of the parenthesis). So he offers us all a ride. Well, actually Behroz just kind of invited himself and subsequently so did the rest of us. But Travis was totally cool with it. We each gave him $5 for gas for the trouble. What a sweetheart!

It was such a pleasant drive. We all talked about our weekend. Then, our majors. Then, Michael Jackson (Don't ask). Then, our role-models (oddly enough Lance does not believe in role-models and oh crap I forgot I wasn't supposed to use anymore parenthesis). Then a little bit of football, because the guys outnumbered the girls in the SUV. I didn't contribute much to that conversation. Now, had it been tennis-talk...I probably would have contributed the most. Then, we talked about camping and what to bring on camping trips, because Travis had mentioned he had just gone camping. Then, our ideal jobs. Then, it abruptly switched over to the subject of Chemistry, because it had just "sunk in" that I had mentioned Chemistry as my major and Lance suddenly became very interested in what plans my were with that field. Or maybe he fancied me. Probably not. That would be too good to be true. NEways. I really got to know these people and I hope I run into them again sometime in the near future. I recommend waiting for the bus in cold-rainy weather if you are looking to build relationships.

I believe in feet-angels

2007-12-28T01:32:00.000-06:00

Halt

2007-12-28T01:31:00.000-06:00

San Marcos had another Power outage (this is the 3rd time this year). I'm so sick of this town. Not as bad as Waco though. But running a close 2nd. The only thing that doesn't make this town bad as Waco is that nothing of mine has gotten stolen yet. And hopefully I haven't spoken too soon. Anyways, it's a known fact that internet needs electricity to function properly and since electricity was out so was the internet. Which is bad when you have online homework you need to submit. And EVERYTHING is in some way or form online now. I'm not a fan, personally. It's funny how all of these electronic commodities were designed primarily to increase the rapidity and effeciency of connectivity, yet it primarily disconnects us more and more from one another. Hmf. I'll probably right a little more later. It's too early in the day for any real drama.

Blah

2007-10-15T14:47:00.003-05:00

I've just been thinking a lot today. A lot more than I should. And thinking is not always a "good" thing. Like in class when you SHOULD be paying attention. I'm thinking about life. About what my true passions are (because I'm sort of a "jack of all trades"). I'm thinking about the choices I've made that have led me up to this point and the people I've met. I wonder about how different my life would have been if I had never gone to Baylor. Because I regret going. I should have never even gone. I wasn't supposed to. My first choice was UTSA, but they didn't have Nutrition. Which doesn't even matter anymore because I switched my major to chemistry a long time ago. I think my life would have been a WHOLE lot better if I would have never gone to Baylor. The only regret I do not have about Baylor is that I met Camila. And she's turned out to be one of my all-time favorite persons in the world. I wish I could say there was something worth while in my time at Baylor. But there just isn't. I think sometimes you just screw up and waste your time somewhere you should have never gone in the frist place and there's nothing you can do about. At the same time I believe in God's word in that all things work together for the good, but up to this point that has not been revealed. Those are my thoughts for right now.

The rubik's cube guy

2007-10-15T14:47:00.001-05:00

So I totally forgot to tell you about this other person I'm in love with. He commutes to Austin on the TxState tram like me. That's where we met. Waiting for the Austin bus. He was reading. (And I will just say for the record that any guy, ANY GUY, reading a book, is totally HOT in my opinion). But in addition to that...he is extremely good-looking. So I was like, "Is this for real? A hot guy reading a book? This is too good to be true," right? But wait. Not only is he ridiculously good-looking. And not only does he read words. But he's a genius. A GENIUS. Let me explain:

So we were small-talking all over the place. And the conversation quickly switch-over to things we do to kill time as we wait for the bus, right? The hotty, Mike is his name, takes out a rubik's cube from his bag (all faded and stuff) and tells me that he's solved it. So I totally believed him. But I pretended that I didn't so that I could get him to show me how to do it so that he would have to sit closer to me so that I could sit the the aura of his gorgeousness. (whew!) And that's exactly what happened. I mixed up the rubik's cube a little. But he told me to do it a little more. But then I said I didn't want to mix it up too much, because our bus was coming in like five-minutes. So he took it from my hands (which was yet another hot factor about him because I love it when guys take charge) and mixed it up even more. I really wasn't even paying attention (well maybe a little). For the most part I was just looking at his manly hands, turning the manly cube, scratching his manly-full beard every now and then in his manly thought process, and keeping pace with his manly breathing so as not to interupt his thinking, speaking to me in his manly voice-inflection, as he GAZED at me with his manly expressions to make sure I was still following him (and I know I'm reading to much into this but leave me alone I'm in love). And not only did he solve it. But he solved it with a couple of minutes to spare before our bus came. I swoon. And swooned some more. It was just so overwhelming. Good-looking guy that likes to read, that can solve a rubik's cube in three minutes, that's a grad student, that's tall, that has a reddish-beard, that studies cellular and mollecular biology, that's smart but has personality, that's in grad school, but I already said that. omgosh. What is a girl to do?

To be continued...

Right place at the right time

2007-10-15T14:46:00.002-05:00

So today is starting off really good. Had a nice ride to San Marcos this morning. Had a nice lab. And I ran into Dr. Garner from Baylor University on my way to the Chem building (which happens to be the presenter at the seminar I was going to). Which is totally awesome! I love it when that happens. I love it when you build rapport with people in high places and you're not even trying. Total providence. So anyways I got to be really funny with the Doctor (so he got to see the "real" me, you know?). We gossiped about some professors at Baylor (And I'm not mentioning names but the initials are Dr. Kane). It worked out so well. Loving it.

I won't be able to write all weekened seeing as how I'm making the sacrifice to attend a fall retreat with the navigators program at TxState and UT. Sooo, I'll just have to catch up with you guys on Monday.

I can barely keep my eyes open

2007-10-15T14:46:00.001-05:00

Me and Trini had an epiphany today on the long ride home to Austin. We came to the conclusion that we are both over-achievers. Way way way over-achievers. I mean, it all makes sense now! The way I pick up little hobbies here and there and then suddently drop them like a hot potatoe for yet another opportunity to excel at something else. There was that one time in high-school when my friends introduced me to swing dancing and how I became really good at it for awhile. Can I swing dance now though? Nope. Then when my brother started playing an instrument, I wanted to play an instrument too. But I wasn't satisified with just playing an instrument, I had to be the best. And sure enough I was always 1st chair in middle-and-high school. I saw my mom crocheting once and asked her to teach me. Not only did I learn, but I could probably start my own successfull business. I can make practically anything: Purses, scarfs, hats, belts, baby clothes, blankets. I'm pretty much all practiced up for grandmahood! And of course there are always my jobs...I remember at Dell I would just beat myself up for not being the top sales rep. And when I worked for the Health and Human Services Commission I worked so hard to be the best that I actually became a boss. AHHHHHHHH.

Why am I like this? I hate this about myself! I don't know why I never realized this before?!?! I totally, most assuredly, positively, without a doubt, am an over achiever. And it totally sucks. I want to be good at everything and beat everyone else at it. It's sooo exhausting. I'm tired. No really. TIRED. But I can't stop. Where do I begin? Is there some kind of rehab for this? Should I pratice being lazy and more laid back? Even at parties I'm such an attention-whore. I enjoy being the person that breaks the ice among the crowd and being the center of attention. I don't want to be like this anymore. I have got to tone it down! I was asking God the other day, "Why did you make me like this God? My personality has got to be the hardest personality for you to mold." Truly. As Christians, were taught to whole-heartedly depend on God for strenght and direction. We're taught that building relationships and sharing burdens with one another is what we're called to do to be part of the body of Christ (in a sense, depend on other people). If this so, then why would He design a personality that naturally desires the exact opposite of that (independence)? Well. I'm definitely asking him that one when I go to Heaven.

Fresh feeling

2007-10-15T14:45:00.002-05:00

So I went to this totally boring seminar today so that I could get some extra credit on my test . The good news though is that I met some cool people there. PLUS my physics TA showed up (who I'm totally in love with). And he not only showed up...but he sat right in front of me! Double trouble, let me tell ya'. I couldn't concentrate on the seminar...the whole time I was just looking at him running his manly hands through his manly hair all sitting in his manly chair taking notes with his manly pencil. Nah, just kidding. I'm not that shallow. I took really good notes actually (I just had try twice as hard to focus) and got to speak to the presenter afterwards.

Today I also met some cool guys that are chemistry majors as well. They're actually sitting next to me while I blog about them. I know what you're thinking. You're thinking that I should be studying. I mean, that is why I'm hear at the library with these people. But listen...I'm taking a breather, alright. Don't worry about me. I have it all under control. It'll probably just take me another three minutes to finish this blog.

By the way, Nick, the scholarship-guy-slash-chemistry-major-guy is sitting next to me and I am TOTALLY jealous of his breath. It smells sooo good. He's chewing some sort of gum. I think it's spearmint. No. Could be Peppermint. But most likely spearmint. Well, anywho...he's really nice. And he has really nice breath. Don't you love talking to people with really nice breath? It just makes the convo so much more enjoyable. I think I'll ask him for some of the gum that he's chewing so that he can like my breath also. He's Italian. But just a little. He's probably as much Italian as I am Latina. By the way...I'm latina. Not hispanic. I hate it when people call me Hispanic. I love Latina. So refer to me as, "Oh Becca? O'yea. She's that really really smart and funny Latina girl." Well, you don't have to say I'm smart and funny-athough I am-and I mean that in the most humble way possible-but at least get the Latina thing straight. Thanks for reading, guys. Whoever's out there. Until next...

Big Bang

2007-10-15T14:45:00.001-05:00

So the constant weather in San Marcos is hazey. HAZEY. From all the chain smoking! OMGOSH. Seriously peoples. I can't wear anything that's new or that I like because everywhere I go chain smokers are sure to greet me at the doors. I feel like I'm walking through the "Big Bang" everytime I enter a building. Or a waiting line. Or a bathroom. Or bible study. Nah, just kidding. Not the bathroom.

Twisting and Turning

2007-10-09T10:21:00.001-05:00

Gosh. Time flies. I was determined last time I wrote that I wouldn't let myself go one day without writing at least a little of what's going on in my life (That turned out well as you can see). Pfff. So I'm going to try that again. I need to write. It's the only way I can vent at this time. I can't vent to my parents because they already have enough concerns of their own. I can't vent to my brother because, well, he's the most unsympathetic person I have ever met and he hates moping or groaning (even when it's well merited-like in my case of course). I can't mope to my friends because the one's I have right now aren't the kind you go sharing your struggles or problems with. Unfortunately that is the downside of studying all the time and being locked-up in the library day in and day out. I mean, if there ever was a prison for me, it's Alkek. Trust me, I'd rather be building lasting relationships instead of just making casual acquaintances but that's slipped to the bottom of my "to-do" list ever since Chemistry became the love of my life.

Speaking of love and lasting relationships and the such...I'm at the stage in my life where I'm starting to REALLY notice my "singleness." It seems as though everyone around me has a sweetheart relationship or is dating or is engaged or is married. This has never bothered me before. But now it is. A little. Well, like 45% not bothered, 55% bothered. That's considerable, right? I feel like I'm not being let in on a secret or something. Like I'm not happy with my current status. I'm not UNhappy. But I'm not ecstatic either. I've always loved being single with a philosophy of "it'll happen when it happens." But it HASN'T happened. In a while. Why? Is something wrong with me? Are my eyes crooked? Does my breath smell? Am I too aggressive? Yea. That's it. No. Can't be. Hmmm? And I know drama is the last thing I need right now (I mean, it's a miracle I'm even back into school)! I don't want to lose focus just because I "think" I need a relationship because I "think" I missing out on something.

Wrong word

2007-08-09T12:04:00.001-05:00

Marcos was sooo cute the other day. I told him that I couldn't take him to Austin with me like I planned because Leo said he wants me to come by myself so he can tell me about American Idol and he was like, "What? So ya'll are going to go on a date." Um, no.

So I had to clarify to Marcos that brothers and sisters do not date. That if they spend time together it is called "hanging-out." I mean, I don't want him to go telling his friends or my parents or the pastor or anyone that he couldn't go to Austin with me cuz I was dating my brother. That would not be cool.

Resolved: Don't. Just Don't.

2007-08-09T11:50:00.000-05:00

The movie Nacho Libre does not interest me. Noooo interest. Whatsoever. It looked retarded in the previews. And it looked retarded everywhere else it was being advertised. I have never desired to see it and no person could pay me, (and I dare say: even if it were paid to me in half-gallons of mint-chocolate-chip ice-cream), to see it.

But then something came along that changed my mind. It's called peer-pressure. You've probably experienced it once or twice. Its when the people you hang out with seem to always watch movies that you absolutely abhor and insist that you watch them and keep talking about them infront of your face in order to keep you out of the loop until you finally break and go rent it.

So I did. Thanks to Blockbuster. And I know what your thinking, okay. And sadly enough, it's true...I have no integrity. The pressure prooved too strong. I wish I could take it back. For my own self! But I already asked. And Blockbuster does not give refunds on movies you don't end up liking after you rent them.

So anyways, It took me a total of three days to finish it. Can you believe? This movie was so entirely boring and cliche and retarded and debilitating it took me three days to watch it because I had to watch it in spurts. Every time I turned it on I could literally hear my brain cells wimpering unto death as they cried for any picayune amount of intellectual stimulation.

WARNING: Studies show that there is 100% chance of brain damage if watching Nacho Libre longer that 30 minutes at a time. It is recommend by retarded-movies expert, TheBeccaBriefs, to watch in spurts of roughly 10-15 minutes in order to protect the agility of your mind.

Thank you for your time.

One too many flips

2007-08-07T12:08:00.001-05:00

I was sooo mad at myself the other day because I kept working on the wrong homework problems. Have you ever done that? Really? Never? "How does that exactly occur?" you ask?

Okay, well, for example, I was working on ch.18 homework, right? The tutor came by my desk and since I still had some questions from ch. 17 I decided to ask him about ch. 17 first; hence the flipping over of the text book to ch. 17 section. With me? Anyways, what ended up happening is that after I was assisted on ch.17, I continued working off the ch.18 list...IN CHAPTER 17. I TOTALLY forgot to flip over back to ch. 18 section!! Wait, I don't think you understand the degree of stupidity that was committed in this rather stupidosity of a moment.....I. WENT. DOWN. CHAPTER. 18. LIST. AND. WORKED. THEM. IN. CHAPTER. 17. BECAUSE. I. FORGOT. TO. FLIIIIIPPPPP. BACK. OVER. TO. CH. 18. AND DIDN'T. NEVER. EVER. REALIZE. TILL. I. HAD. FINISHED. Dummmmmmbbbbbness.

And I do this ALL the time!! WHY O'WHY am I like this? I lose track or something or whatever it's called! I would rather have waisted my life on watching a bad movie than working out problems that I will never be tested on, you know?

The good news-and I'm not entirely sure if it's good news-is that I'm thoroughly accomplished in any area that has to do with the rate and time at which colliding molecules fall if the plug were pulled from a vacuum enclosed space AND the factors of differing specific heat capacities (aside from molar mass) for virtually every element on the periodic table. So if you need help in any of these areas, I would be but obliged. [sniff, sniff]

Who knows?

2007-08-07T11:29:00.001-05:00

So my new hobby is creatively hiding my things. Living with four little brothers, especially the toddler, has proven a little more challenging than I thought.

They take everything! Wait, let me re-phrase...CALEB takes everything! Who KNOWS how he finds my stuff?! He takes it then hides it or throws it away or gives it away or chews on it. It's horrible. Its to the point where if I'm missing anything I just go ahead and ask Caleb what he did with it. Of course I can't really have a conversation with a two-year old, so our dialogue consists of gestures that correspond with, "where? or show me?" It's definitely challenging.

Caleb randomly comes up to me and returns my belongings that I haven't figured out were even missing yet. One time he brought me my sunglasses, all mangled, while I was studying. Another time my contact lenses, all dried up, while brushing my teeth. I have a feeling he'll hand me something really important next time like my wallet or ID! Before I leave the house every morning, I make sure I have put my alarm, ipod charger, contact-lense carrier, make-up bag, jewlery box, and tooth brush on the upper most shelf so that he can't reach them. It's exhausting.

To do

2007-08-05T01:28:00.001-05:00

So I really want to see the movie Hairspray, but no one will go see it with me. Or admit they want to see it. I mean, I know it's not going to be my favorite, but I'm curious about it. I liked Grease, so how bad can this one be?

After begging my brother to go with me for about a week he finally gave in, but as we were at the kiosk purchasing the tickets he was like, "Man Rebecca, I really don't want to pay 8 dollars to see this." So of course being the good sister that I am-I have my moments-I released him from his promise and we drove to Hastings in Round Rock. Which turned out to be awesome because they had this 7-up t-shirt that I've been eyeing for weeks on sale for $8.99 when it's normally $17.99. Not a bad evening after all! My new favorite store is Hastings by the way.

Anyways, back to what I was talking about earlier...So my friend Ahmed-after holding him at gunpoint of course-agreed to see hairspray with me instead of Simpsons or whatever was playing at the time. But last minute he "misteriously" had an emergency or forgot or something and we ended up not going. Hmmm?

So it seems that I'm the only one in the world that really wants to see this movie. I feel kinda sad and uncool (which I'm not used too-pfff). No matter though. I'll go by myself. It's not like I've never not done something by myself before(?). I mean, if I can go to the bathroom by myself I can sooo go see a movie by myself. ha! O' o! And then I'll probably go parallel-parking later.

Parallelogy

2007-08-03T12:51:00.000-05:00

I would just like to say for the record that I AM the best. The very very best. Parallel parker in Texas. No. In the USA. No. In this continent. No. Still not enough. In the WHOLE WORLD! O' I can't even begin to fully express the depth of my knowledge in parking of the parallel-persuasion.

I'm so good at it that I could make a date out of it. "Man, this chic is really cocky," you say? No, really. I can see it now: he'll ask me, "where do you want to go Becca on Saturday night?" And I'll reply, "Let's totally go parallel parking!" And he'll say, "Huh?" And I'll say affirmingly, "Oh, yeah. You mean you've never gone parallel parking on a date before? You sooo don't know what you're missing!" And then that Saturday we'll go parallel-parking and I'll show him the geometric sequences and mathmetical-trigonometric identities that go along with going in at the right angle and the dos and don'ts of choosing the perfect quantitative space between cars and so on. The date will be soooo fun and successfull that it will most likely end with a sweet kiss. I could totally pull that off.

I first realized my gift upon getting my liscense for the very first time. I got a perfect 10 on the parallel parking test on my first attempt ever. But then I began to notice that no matter the space (big or small) and no matter the car (Huge truck or little Geo), I was able to snuggle in swiftly between two cars on the very first try. It was miraculous. Tantamount to, well, miraculousness.

I'm thinking of even majoring in it. Possibly getting my doctorates in "parallelogy"-the study of parallel parking-you've probably heard of it by now-and then teach it at the college level. I think people would sign up for it. I really do.

Anywho, I'm a pro needless to say. At parking I mean. Of the parallel type. Now regular parking? That's another story. You'd think if you can do one way you can do the other. But this is most definitely not the case. (If you were wondering). ;-)

Full House

2007-08-03T11:05:00.000-05:00

No. Not the show. I'm referring to the "state" or type of "environment" you live in. You've probably experienced it before. Me on the other hand? Well, I grew up with one older brother...which was nice. I realize that now. And NOW I've inherited 4 little brothers: Merced, Samuel, Marcos and Caleb, from moving in with my Uncle's family for school.

I can honestly say that I don't know what silence sounds like anymore. Silence? What's that? It's even a challenge to have a daily quite-time it's so bad!! They like to fight, yell, play guns, get eachother in the nads, basically anything loud. They want to follow me everywhere. They've never had a girl in the house, so they look at me with such curiousity as someone might do looking at animals at the zoo. It's kinda funny. I'm gonna go with bittersweet. Yes. That's how I would describe it. There's no silence, but there's also no boredom or loneliness or monotony.

Caleb is the baby of the four. 2 years old. He has my Uncle's personality. Wild. Bubbly. Full of life. He loves to talk and have conversations with you although he's not really speaking english. He looks like a little pill with a sligh pop-out belly, which is beyond me, because he eats more than I do. His tantrums are so cute!! He tries to really work the guilt trip in us by varying the pitch and frequency of his wails in hopes that we'll respond. But we know better. He loves people. He never had "mommyitis." He's everyone's favorite at church. His different than the rest of us. I mean physically different. We all have black hair, dark brown eyes and olive-tone to our complexion. Caleb came out white, with light-brown hair and light-brown eyes. We tease my uncle about it and say that he's probably the milk man's. He didn't like that. But my aunt thought it was hilarious! Genes are so funny.

Merced is thirteen. He loves Caleb. He loves taking care of him. He'll teach him phrases and words. He's going to be a good father. He also like getting spanked! Yeah, I know. "That age." He's got some smart remarks here and there, but he's a good kid. He's gonna be handsome too when he grows up. I can say that right? I can brag about my cousins good looks right?

Samuel is the middle child. The typical middle child. Always thirsty for attention, even if its negative attention. He does this thing where he will annoy you to death, and then when you get mad at him, he'll laugh uncontrollably. And he'll keep laughing for like 5 minutes. It's fake. It bothers me that he thinks thats the right way to get attention. He eats a lot. His clothes don't fit him anymore. He loves lucas. Lucas is that mexican-chili-pepper-and-lime-thing that you sprinkle on your hand and lick. It's grosse, trust me. But he likes it. He's 8 years old and still sucks his thumb. Does anyone know how to discourage this habit effectively? He has an overbite now. O' Samuel! How much I love him! I worry about him. I worry about his personality and temper. But he's so considerate too. He has a tendency of really listening to you. It's so refreshing, because he'll over hear your conversations that you didn't know he was listening to and remember details about that conversation. And then when you ask him, "how did you know that I like mint-chocolate chip?" he'll say he heard me talking about it somewhere. He has those little ways that make you feel important and loved. I love that about him. It's a good quality to have.

Marcos is 7. He's the most curious about me. He follows me around everywhere. I sometimes have to say, "Okay, I'm going to change now so you can't come in." It's that bad! He loves to see me put on make-up, brush my hair and see the way I brush my teeth (because I use this an oral-b eletric toothbrush). He made me promise to tell him everytime I'm about to go to take my contacts off so he can see it. And he loves cars! He knows all the car types (or whatever, you know what I mean). His favorite car is the Dodge Viper. I'll catch him playing cars by himself in his room when he's normally very social. It's sooo cute. He loves mint-chocolate chip ice cream like I do, so we get along great. We have similar tastes pretty much altogether. And he talks way too much, let me tell you! I have no idea where he gets that from [wink, wink]? Couldn't be from me. I find myself lately zoning out when he's talking to me. I try not to, but it's so hard when he says that same thing in 10 variations. haha. I don't know where he gets that either [wink, wink].

Well, that's my house for now. Definitely the opposite of what I'm used to, but so interesting and different. I love it.

First things first

2007-08-03T10:53:00.000-05:00

I just want to get you up to date with what's going on in my life. I will put it into outline form that way there is no confusion. I'd love to write a disortation on the last year, but I know that you wouldn't read that. So here it goes:

1. Couldn't transfer out of Baylor till I paid the rest of my tuition from the previous semester.

2. Baylor holds my transcripts. Transfer not possible.

3. Quit school

4. Got a job full-time as a caseworker for children's medicaid at Health and Human Services Commission in order to pay off Baylor.

5. Got promoted to Administrative liason, earned more money, gave Baylor more money, therefore finished paying them off quicker.

6. February: Done paying Baylor. Applied to school for summer session.

7. Started at TX State

8. Moved in with a relative in South Austin to commute to San Marcos everyday.

...to be continued.

Not gone

2007-08-03T10:34:00.000-05:00

Wow. I'm back. It's been a while. More than a while. A whole year out the window. Never thought I'd be in San Marcos. But it's been good. There's been resting. There's been healing. There's been growing. I needed this. My thoughts. I love this. Jotting down what I can remember.

Riding in elevators with boys...

2006-09-14T14:25:00.000-05:00

Ugh! Elevator rides are sooo awkward. Each time I'm on the elevator I tell myself that it is that last time! But when you work on the fourth floor of a building and you wear pumps everyday, your relationship with the stairs doesn't last very long.

I mean, elevators are just never a good experience for me. I always get on when someone has just left an auromatic present(a.k.a. fart) and you can't call them out because there's 10 suspects leaving the elevator door. boo. Then there is the writhing of crickets or beetles stuck in the ceiling lights with their toasty-guts oozing out. OR I end up riding with the person I despise the most at work (yup, just you and that scut who's gift is to eternally torture you with their delightful personality).

Anyways, the longest relationship I had with the stairs was about 2 weeks. I just couldn't commit any longer than that. I HAD to go back to the sweet elevator ride that reminds me of how much I won't miss hyperventilation or swollen heals.

So I'm waiting for the elevator one day, right. As the door opens there are two very professional-looking gentlemen duking-it-out on what appeared to be a very in-depth complicated probably political convo. Entering the elevator was instant awkwardness because it was obvious there were some unfinished points to be made. And to top it off, I don't know why, but I decided to stand right smack between them ( I KNOW!). What was I thinking? Why didn't I just veer off to one side and let them finish their debate. But NO. I had to stand right between them.

The ride down was filled with unspoken animosity (between the professionals of course), wary-wandering eyes, and a stagnant stench with a mild scent of cheap cologne. And I thought to myself every last second of the-man-sandwich-elevator ride, from the moment I first entered to the moment of departure, that this was the last time I ride an elevator. Again.

Waiting in line

2006-09-07T15:33:00.000-05:00

It's so good to be back in the blogging world. I miss it so much. Not a day goes by that I don't have an experience I'm dying to log on my websites. It's just that being a grown-up sucks all the energy out of you and robs you a little of what you enjoy. I have sooo many stories I want to share with you, there just hasn't been the time. So many things have happened to me since I last wrote.

BUT, I would like to start off my "season-premiere" story, if you will, with a little tribute to all the pychoes that have to buy like five different lottery tickets slash quicksteps slash tx two-step slash pick threes at a convenient store at 6:50am in the morning. Mother! You have a got issues if you are gambling that EARLY in the morning.

I was already running late to work, and I thought I would stop and get a snack for the day like I always do. As I grabbed my last snack from the candy aisle my eyes met up with a gentlemen on the opposite side of the store from where I was standing, but equidistant from the cashier's desk. Covertly, we both started towards the front. Not long into our stroll to the front counter we decided to lay aside our composure and just race. Needless to say he beat me, (dang pumps!), and also decided to purchase every gambling scratch-off ticket possible. Would should have been a quick stop was a 15 minute break. I made it to work on time (counting the 7 minute grace period of course). Yay for me. I always have a way of pushing the limits, but for some reason I seem to pull through. It's a gift, I know.

It's because guys' secret favorite color is Fusia...

2006-07-20T19:07:00.000-05:00

No joke...I have these fusia pants that at the end of the day never fail to get me a date. lol. I still can't believe it! I'm talking about ordinary corduroy-fusia-colored pants, but with ultra-super-sonic-seductive powers or something!

The fist time it happened I was like, "No way..." I thought to myself as I slipped them on that morning, "Gosh I really look like a dork, but no matter, I'm going to class to learn not to hook-up or anything." By the end of physics class though this cute guy approached me and rather romantically asked me out on a date. haha. Now the date didn't go to well, but the point is that the fusia pants got me the date in the first place. Maybe I should have worn them that night too come to think of it?

The second time I was getting dressed to go to work and the only clean pair of pants were the fusia ones. So, I quickly started rummaging through the dirty-close hamper to see if there was anything with just a slight odor that I could get away with wearing without stinking up the call center. Um, their wasn't. Seeing as how I was running late already I slipped the fusia pants on again and out the door I went. On my way to work though I saw a 7-eleven just calling my name to come in and buy something so I thought, "no harm, get a drink, and get out." Well, what I thought was going to be a quick stop turned out to be a 15-minute encounter with some guy that "swore" he knew me from somewhere, "Are you from San Antonio? What about Ft. Worth? Did you go to this school? What about that school? Yada yada yada... Then, finally the big question, "So how 'bout you let me take you out to dinner...or we can go to a movie?" That's when it dawned on me...(pssst! It's the pants dum-dum). I dropped my head down to glance at my pants and they looked especially gleamy that afternoon (I thought so anyways). I ruefully had to decline his offer this time around.

There hasn't been a third encounter with my fusia-pants yet...I need to ponder over a little on this new found power so I'm trully nsync with it next time I have a perfectly good gentleman ask me out. I just love the fact that when I wear the pants it gives me an advantage. Pffff! One thing is for sure...it's because guys' secret favorite color is fusia that they feel drawn to approach me. haha.

Finally...I get through to the Bobby Bones Show!

2006-07-18T22:30:00.000-05:00

So, me and my Dad are leaving town to get my inspection sticker in Waco b/c they don't have as many emission laws as Austin. It turns out that the Gas invested in the trip plus the cost of inspection itself still turns out cheaper than Austin's price. And to top things off, I actually pass inspection!! Yay for me. So on our way out we were listening to the Bobby Bones Show...

The segment they did was on some "truth-test" game where a caller sets-up a prank on a friend or relative to find out the "truth" about something they've been dying to know. So, this particular test was an older brother setting-up a scenario on his younger brother to find out if he is really Gay or not. The whole time I thought it was going to bomb and my Dad was like, "No way this is going to work!" Well, to our surprise the prank DOES work, the truth is revealed, (all in good fun), and the segment was incredibly entertaining.

Now, I've never seen my Dad so excited...he was beside himself about the whole call. When Bobby asked his listeners to call in and comment my Dad was begging me to call on the show. lol. So the first time I called in I could never get through. The second time my call disconnected. But the third time I finally got through. haha. I sounded like a dork, I know. That was the first time I was actually successful at getting through so I was too concerned about no sounding stupid. O'well. Next time will be better.