Thursday, December 31, 2009

New Years Resolutions: Group Blog

Well 2009 is coming to an end, and I am very happy for that. This year has been terrible for me. I hadn't had luck with people although ironically I am a people person. So I picked 10 things for 2010... get it... 10 resolutions = 2010!
1. Carefully pick the people I want in my life. I do not need people causing me grief and stress. We only live once!
2. Get my licensee. I have been saying I will get that damn thing for 2 years. I need to get my booty moving with that.
3. Continue doing well in school. I finally got my act together this year and now I am pulling the A's and B's I should have gotten all the long I was in college.
4. See my daddy more often. I haven't seen my dad in awhile so I should do that. Also keep in touch with my dad's side of the family which includes my brothers, sister in laws, and nieces, nephew, and now great-niece!
5. Permanently cut of that person I am in the process of cutting off. She is no good for me. I still love her, but she needs help seriously.
6. Take an Irish Step Dance class. I love that type of dance!
7. Get my butt Ireland. I love that country, and I am doing my thesis on Irish Nationalism. It would be cool to visit to get the real feel of the country for my paper.
8. Be more selective in who I place my trust in. There are seriously some people who do not deserve my trust therefore they aren't getting it!!
9. Try get a steady job. Its pretty hard, but if I get a small part timer that would be awesome
10. Fix my room! I have the attic now so I am going to make it a purple penthouse!

I hope I can get these all done. I think even getting one done is an accomplishment because we all know we are human. We say we are going to do things, but you know life gets in the way and it never happens.

SO GOODBYE 2009 AND HELLO 2010!!! I WILL BE 21 THIS YEAR WHOOO HOOOOO!!!!

Wednesday, December 30, 2009

The love that has never left me... in over 5 years

My best guy friend and I have been friends for now five years. We met through myspace because I thought he attended a youth conference in the summer of 2004. I was looking for people who attended the conference when he popped up. I thought he did, and added him. We started talking from then. He was 15 too and also was a rising sophomore. Thing is he didn't go. Unlike my school, who took everyone who wanted go which was only like 15 of us, his school did not take everyone who was part of the community service youth group (Lasallian Youth- Faith, Service, & Community! Our slogan!) So we started talking and he haven't stopped since. For the next two years we talked all the time. Sometimes everyday, but mostly on weekends when we were home from school. Between junior and senior years we sorta lost contact. I was always wrapped up in a boyfriend during high school, and I guess that took up my time. We always wanted to meet up, but since we were so young our parents wouldn't let us leave the house to hang out. The winter of our senior year had a girlfriend. That is when we started to talk again. He was in love and he was happy. I was happy for him. I had a boyfriend at the time, but that ended during the holidays. Fast forward to our freshman year of college. Our second semester was the first time we met each other. We met each other and they was an attraction there. You felt the tension as we met each other face to face and ate together. That night led to us hooking up, and a hardship for our friendship. He told his girlfriend at the time what had happened, and I had to deal for a year of her hating me, not wanting him to talk to me, or ever seeing me again. We still remained friends, and he continued to date her while i found myself other guys. We had a special love for each other, but we just kept it under wraps just so other problems wouldn't arise. Last year around this time I wasn't even friends with him really. We went on a date last year because his girlfriend at the time said he could. Well that turned into a huge fight which turned into me loosing him. I was all choked up about it, but I learned to deal. He broke up with that girlfriend in the beginning of this year. She left him saying she didn't want him anymore. One day while I was at school practicing a little before his birthday in February I sent him an IM saying hello. He told me what happened, and we patched up our friendship. I started dating my ex and he started dating another girl ( who now is his ex). At first he would always complain about she does this and she does that. I remember his other best friend and I telling him and asking him why he was with her. This summer we hung out a few times, and this fall I even met his girlfriend. She was pretty nice, but you can see at times she was immature. She is fresh out of high school.
How does this translate into today- here in now?
He recently broke up with that girlfriend. So of course we have been talking. We haven't stopped talking since we picked back up in February. For the first time I told him how much I loved him. He told me not too long ago that last year he was in love with me as well as he his other girlfriend. We both realized that we love each other still. We both are so special to each other, and place each other in high regards. They were many a time I wanted to cut him off because he would be such an asshole, but when it all comes down to it he is the only guy that hasn't left me. He made me realize that I have loved him for at least three years. My love for him did become an issue, but after I saw nothing was going to happen I just suppressed it, and dated my ex. He always would go I am not your boyfriend, and I would tell him I DONT WANT YOU TO BE! Now that we have the perfect opportunity we have hit that crossroad. Should we or should we not? I am willing to give it a shot, but he is afraid of ruining our friendship. We have such a great connection, and we are more alike than different. I am little taller than him, and I am black, but hey its just dating. Well he is still my bestie and that is awesome, but I have always wondered... what if we do date? Would he be the love of my life?

Monday, December 21, 2009

The story of the mishap professor

As a semester is coming to a close I thought I would look back at this memorable semester. Trust me this semester was memorable. This semester I had to take the class Adolescent Psychology to fulfill my secondary education requirement. I remember looking at the class description as I registered last semester and saying I know this why the hell I have to take this class. Well anyways fast forward to September and its time for me to take this class. So I went to class with my friends and my boyfriend at the time to go to this class. We saw that the professor we were supposed to have was taken off our schedule and we had this new unheard of professor. Well okay we all thought let us meet this man or lady. Well after realizing there was a classroom change we finally made it to the right classroom which was filled with familiar smiling faces, but no professor. We all thought well it is a new professor and probably got lost on the campus (mind you my campus is very small we only have about 600 students.) We gave the benefit of the doubt and waited a few minutes. 5 minutes turned into 10 and that turned into 15. The rule of the college is that students are to wait 15 for a regular professor and 20 for a professor who is a doctor. Well we did not know if the professor was a doctor or not we quickly made an attendance list and sent it to the registrar and left. We all thought well I guess we won't meet this mysterious new professor until that Tuesday. Boy were we wrong. This professor didn't show again that Tuesday. We started to get upset and complained to the registrar. We also went to the dean of students to complain and she promised this would be all resolved. That Thursday sure enough our professor showed up... late of course. We found out that it was a she. Judging from her last name I thought she would have been Polish looking (you know blonde hair, blue eyes, snow white skin with pink undertones), but she was nothing of the sort. She looked mixed beyond belief. So I figured it was her marriage name or something. She was a little taller than me (I am 5'5 1/2 so I guess 5'7) had frizzy brown curly hair, green colored eyes, fake eye lashes. She looked like she just threw an outfit together and she looked so unorganized. We all looked at each other and thought "Oh boy what a semester we are in for." She introduced herself and we found out she was a doctor and a practicing psychologist. She apologized for missing the first two classes, and proceeded to teach the class and it seemed like a disaster. Our syllabuses looked like it was slapped together, and I remember taking out a syllabus from another professor and it looked NOTHING like it. It had no breakdown, no detailed plans, no anything. We all had the same agitated look on our faces thinking on how long a semester it was going to be. As the semester went on we found out more about her. She was apparently a mutt. She had the entire UN in her blood, Venezuela, Austria, Irish, and yes indeed Poland, among others. She had came from a what seems a well to do family. Her father helped introduce the first ATM to America in the 1970's. She was in a top ballet company, and she also was an alternate for the US Olympic Gymnastics Team. Apparently she as a few siblings and she loved her father. She never talked about her mother. She always talked about the patients that she has treated or have come across. She told us that she was nearly raped by a good friend, she was almost mugged (she has a scar from it- well we don't know if that that incident or self inflicted) At some points of the class we knew more about her than the material of the class. As the semester rolled on she always came in sorta put together, but never fully. Then this one day she came in and looked really nice. She matched from head to toe. She had straighten her frizzy curls. She actually looked nice. I never saw her like that ever again. We would ask questions and she always answered them, but her answered turned into tangents of course. She told us during the semester that she was depressed, and it was like everything she did was not ever right, but she still tried. Then on the final day of class ( I was not present I had to attend a funeral) she poured her heart out. Apparently while she was writing her dissertation her dad was dying from cancer, her little niece was diagnosed with cancer, her brother was threatening to commit suicide, and the love her life for 10 years committed suicide. When I heard that I thought to myself well was she still standing? That is what I call strength. Well on Thursday was our final for that class. I had my little study group, the same group of friends I had on the first day of class, minus someone and added someone, and we walked into class and she was not there. We thought okay maybe she thinks the test starts at 1:40. Nope she didn't arrive so I went to complain. By the time that whole hoopla ended and she arrived at 2:00. She did not have our exams ready and had to leave the room to get them. I was so upset, but yet I still gave her a decent evaluation. The other night she said she would have our grades ready by Sunday night. It is now Monday night and I am grade less still. My professor is a very nice person to talk to. I feel like I can tell her anything. She is very smart, and she knows what she is talking about, BUT she is a terrible teacher. Apparently she teaches at another college and she has been teaching for 6 years. Oh boy. Well I will keep in contact with her because I would ask her questions every now and again, but wow what a semester I tell you and that is only ONE class!

Monday, December 14, 2009

Another Letter from the Heart

Finals week is finally here. I was studying for my American Foreign Policy class when my ex decided to text me about a question that is on my final. This one text led to a whole conversation. I went from feeling quite okay to depressed within minutes. I am doing all I can to fight the urge to cry. I was hungry. I promised myself that I would eat as soon as I finished a question I promised a friend I would do. My appetite disappeared. It felt like 3 months of sadness just came flooding to me. Three months of regretting going crazy on him. He asked me out of curiosity of what I would have gotten for his birthday. I told him exactly what I would have done: Rock Band Beatles edition for the xbox, the cake I said I wouldn't have baked, and tons of hugs and kisses. He kept on talking how he doesn't want to be single anymore and how he wants a nice girl that wouldn't go crazy on him. I am so much calmer now. I feel like a child on ritialin. I have been pretty much chill since my body got used to the pill. I am on a higher dosage and my pms is close to gone. I have tried to move on. I have tried dating, but nothing ever feels right. My heart is still clung to him. So many people are just like forget it- it is no use of trying to get back with him. Others say I should try. If you want him you should get him. I was used to be so sure of what I wanted to do, but now I am confused. I keep telling people that I am just going to end up a cat lady. Men are so overrated I would go onto to say. People who know me know deep down I am just sad still three months later. I know I sound pretty pathetic- a Sandra Dee of some sorts. He was a hopeless romantic and hopelessly devoted. I do not know why I would not let go. Many say its because I refuse to. I am going to write him a letter and give it to him during our psychology final. Its the only way for me to get some dignity back in my life. For three months I have been depressed, and I feel like it is getting worse. Being love struck isn't as nice as Disney made it to be.

Wednesday, November 18, 2009

Guardian Angels

Taking a moment before I go to bed and red my lovely Irish History book...

Two months later and I am still a hopeless romantic- Hopelessly Devoted to You... thank you Grease. I still believe that my ex and I will get back together. Maybe because I am a ball full of optimism, and I believe that things will work out for the best. Not to be creepy or crazy sounding, but have you every felt that your past relatives visits you from time to time? I have two that comes to me- my brother and my cousin. My brother Angel was the oldest of my Garcia clan. He died when I was seven from a asthma attack that turned into cardiac arrest. He was about 25 years of age when he passed. I feel that he is with me constantly. Especially when I am in deep anguish and crying relentlessly. When I was small child he would come to visit me and play with me. I would go to his house from time to time to play with him and my neices and nephew (his children). He used to spoil me rotten because I was his baby sister. When I broke up with my ex about two months ago I remember one day I was crying on my bed for a few hours when all of a sudden I felt a hand on my back. The hand was on the middle of my back. When I felt that I stopped crying right away. I sat up looking around to see if someone had came into the room, but I couldn't hear because I was crying so much. When I sat up I saw nothing, but I heard someone whisper in my ear in a male's voice... something close to my father's voice... that everything is going to be alright. You are crying now, but soon he will be back and it will be better than ever. The cynincal would say it is probably your subconscience mind making yourself feel better by being optimistic. I am pretty sure throughout my tough situations my brother is there guiding me. If Angel (ha very ironic) was alive today he would have been close to 40. I probably would have been going to him for wisdom anyways. With the whole situation with the girl he told me that will be alright as well. She would come back to me, BUT do not accept her into my life. He told me she isn't good for me at all. He said I can keep contact, but keep it that way until she shows that she is worthy of being a good friend.
Over the summer I had a scare. I found my lump in my lower region as I was showering one day. I was very very scared and I had no idea what to do. At first I did not tell anyone because I was in so much fear. I remember laying in bed one day and again I felt the hand on my back. Again I sat up looked around thinking I fell asleep and my mom was trying to wake me up because she needed something from me. I looked around and nothing. Then the voice started talking. It was my cousin Cecelia. My cousin Cecelia died 2 years ago this summer. She had pancreatic cancer and she left behind her husband, and 2 daughters. One of the daughters is my godsister. She told me not to worry. I simply have a small hair bump or cysts and I will be totally fine. So said so done. I went to the doctor that week, and I did just have a hair bump underneath my skin. I still had fear that it was something serious, I even spoke to one 0f my friends about it. I believe I had the fear because I doubted the fact that I heard my cousin. I remember earlier this year I told that girl about people coming to me, but again I doubted them.
Just this past week I was the stagehand for my school's production of "The Crucible." During one of the shows we were talking about our encounters with Angels, spirits, and ghosts... well they fall into the same category. It was then I was to believe that yes these things do happen, and I am not the only one. It is the creepiest thing sometimes, but at the same time it is cool. When you talk to people who do not get these experiences you sound crazy, but when you do its like "OMG YOU TOO?!"
I think it is very interesting. Some people believe, and some don't. What I do want to say to my brother and my cousin is thank you for guiding me. I never should have doubted you two, and I love you very much. I wish you were still here in person so I could have seen you physically. You are truly my Guardian Angels.

Sunday, November 15, 2009

What 2009 means to me

2009 is not my favorite year at all. This was my year of constant anguish and constant drama. There are some weeks where everyday I have something going on. It never cease to end sometimes. I feel like if I can rewind all the way back to January there would be a ton of stuff I wouldn't have done and stuff I would have done. I started my new year with friends. Yes that was really fun. I was also fighting with one of my best friends and basically lost that friendship almost. His now ex called me a racial slur, and he backed her in the blindness of love. I was upset, but I let it go. I hooked up my former best friend with a guy which now I truly regret and I sleep with that regret day in and day out. I was so blinded by his "greatness" and I didn't see the flaws for that sweet girl. Well kissed todaloo to that sweet girl cause she turned into a bitch. Then again was she ever that sweet girl to begin with? In April I had a boyfriend which lasted me all summer. It is fair to say he was my love of my life. Yes I know it was 5 months, but I adore him and still do. I still can get myself to tear up about that boy. Then a month later after I broke up with my ex (whom I am still friends with) my former best friend calls the cops on me saying I have stalked her and harassed her. STALKING AND HARASSMENT! Yes you have seen right. I do not know why she thinks she is the Princess of New York, but honey you aren't. Right before school started her fb got hacked and her username got switched with mine. Everyone who sided with her assumed I did it. There were few people who knew I couldn't do such a thing and some who asked. At first I was kind of upset they asked, but now I am glad they did because they heard my side of it. I was stood up buy a jerk after he said lets hang out. Instead of telling me oh I am hanging with my ex tonight he called me stupid, psycho, and I needed therepy. An ex of mine may have just used me as a hit and quit it. He is probably too busy chasing the hot girls as most guys do. Now its November... 2009 is almost done. As much as I want to say good riddance to this year I have learned a lot this year. You can't call everyone your best friend because some of those same people you call your best friend can back stab you. Not all guys are understanding about female hormones. Some people who you thought would be the jerkish type are. Most guys are the same- they will tell you oh yea i like you just to get some and leave you wondering. People keep telling me that I shouldn't look for guys, but I haven't been looking seriously since I broke up with my ex. Most of these guys came to me- the jerk that stood me up, the guy who hit it and quit it (actually he was an ex of mine), and this crazy older guy. Oh lemme explain about this one. I met him through the hit and quit it guy. Apparently he dated a school mate of mine and he is going crazy because they broke up after five years. He also apparently spat on her and also mugged her. He wanted me to help him get her back, but I don't know her to talk her on a regular basis. He was supposed to help me get the hit or quit it guy. At first he told me oh yeah the hit and quit it guy does like me and he is gonna help me. Then all of a sudden he was like oh he doesnt like you. Lets go to a club. I asked if the hit it and quit it guy was going to go and he got mad saying "you are gonna go because of that cornball? You are that type of girl? He don't want you." When I told him I didn't believe him he got upset and I hung up on him. I am still trying avoid his old ass. So yes this was my 2009. It is almost over. I have a whole month left for stuff to happen, and yes I guarantee you that stuff will happen. Its my life and things just tend to happen to me as of late.

Monday, November 2, 2009

Buziness!

Hey guys sorry I have been slacking on here.
School is a full time job! Argh!
Catch you guys soon.

Sunday, October 18, 2009

Approximately One Month Later

Its almost a month later. I have been doing a lot better. I have been scoping out people, and have been doing the dating thing a little. I see him in school everyday, and we talk so that does ease my woes. I haven't cried in about 2 weeks. I have finally learned to accept what has happened. Yes I still have days where I miss him like crazy- like today. My eyes filled with tears as I watch Degrassi as I am relaxing before my study sessions. The character Johnny Di Marco reminded me so much of him, and I miss him right now. I will go through this occasionally and then it goes away. There was a day last week when I was talking to him, and I was so tempted to hug him but I didn't. I know one day I will have a hug from him, but I think now its too soon. I am glad I am doing better and I am excited for my small dates and hangouts I will be having pretty soon :)

Wednesday, September 30, 2009

Numb. Quiet. Gone.

I sit in Irish History class, and my teacher just sounds like a sound far in the distance. Now mind you I LOVE anything that has to do with Ireland. These past two months has felt like my eternal hell. My horomones have compacted my emotions so much. I tried the pill it made me ten times worse. I feel like I am going to loose my mind. Today I hardly talked to family or friends as I slinked my way into school. I have the constant thought that I should just forget everything, and quit while I am ahead. The events within the past few weeks have been way too much for me. School started, work piling up, break up with my boyfriend, my body adjusting to the pill. Way too much. I tried to explain he wont listen. That frustrates me. I am so lost, so confused, so numb. I felt like I have lost myself in all of this. My soul hurts. It pains me. The person I care for wants nothing to do with me. The work keeps piling. My horomones keep raging. Its like this war is going on withing myself and I cannot fight it. I want to go away. I want to go to him and cry my eyes out. I want to tell everyone how I feel without looking like I am a nut job. My friends don't look as me as one. I talk to the best friend daily. I just feel so lost, and now I lost my apetite. I have not eaten right in 2 weeks. I'm starting to loose my color. I look really thin. I was a bright spunky 20 year old and I felt within a few weeks I turned into a crying, lost young adult. I feel my body rebeling on me now. I feel like I am loosing this fight. I pray to God to help me. I pray to go God to help him understand what I am going through. I have lost all my faith in things now, and now I'm loosing hope.

Sunday, September 27, 2009

Lost. Dazed. & Confused

Its been a week since my and my boyfriend ended things. I have cried everyday since then. Every morning I wake up thinking okay that was just a bad nightmare, but then reality sets in then the tears come. Some days I cry cause I miss him. Some days cause I miss him mom. Some day cause I miss his family. Some days because I miss the text messages, the hugs, the kisses, his laughter. I cry because I regret being upset, and not showing up to school the following Monday after our huge fight. He is confused I know he is. He keeps saying that we will never be past friends again, and that its for the best. I have been trying to cope with this. So far I have been doing a bad job. I cry every morning. I cry sometimes I fall asleep. I see him in school, and I try to hide my feelings but it doesnt work all the time. I simply don't know what to do anymore. I can use some help. I want to write him a letter, but Idk if that is the right thing. :/

Thursday, September 3, 2009

PMS/PMDD is it a condition or an excuse?

Yes ladies you know it. Two weeks or a week prior before you wear the adult diaper for about a week you get your signs. Bloating, weight gain, swore breasts, fevers, chills, anxiety, anger, and the list goes on. When you lash out on people some people (especially women) are empathetic because of course they go through the same thing. Others (usually men) say its an excuse, but is PMS really an excuse? I went to webmd.com for my answers.
According to webmd.com PMS is defined as the following:

PMS is women can occur as early as their teenage years throughout the few years before menopause. PMS or Premenstrual Syndrome takes place within the days or weeks before your actual period. PMS comes from the hormonal changes within the body. For many doctors, PMS is a mystery. Well doctors are supposed to know everything right? Wrong. They do not fully understand why a woman would have PMS (besides the hormones) , or why some women have more severe symptoms than others. What the doctors do know that PMS is genetic. SO if someone in your family sufferers from PMS they is a more likely chance you will as well.

Now I know you ladies know the symptoms of PMS but here is the list of the symptoms:
  • Acne
  • Bloating
  • Tender breasts
  • Food Cravings
  • Cramps
  • Headache
  • Low Back Pain
  • Anxiety
  • Less Alert
  • Wanting to be aloof
  • Hostility
Now I know there are some ladies that think you may not have PMS at all. If you suffer from any of those of those symptoms you MAY have PMS. You can do what is recommended by doctors and keep track of your PMS with a journal. If you really think you have it, the journal would help doctors diagnose it. Now if you symptoms are more severe such as this list:

  • suicidal,
  • Despair, anxiety
  • Diarrhea
  • Mood Swings, Crying
  • Lasting anger or irritability, unable to see the pain you put others due to outbursts
  • Apathy in relationships, and daily activities
  • fatigue
  • binge eating/food cravings
  • Insomnia/Hyperinsomia (Over tired a lot of sleep)
  • physical symptoms: bloating, heart palpitations, breast tenderness, headaches, joint or muscle pain, swollen face
  • Increased need of emotional closeness
You may have PMDD or Premenstrual Dysphoric Disorder. PMDD is the severe case of PMS. It is a rarity among women. Only 3%-8% of women have this disorder. These symptoms may also appear in women who simply have PMS, but what makes PMS and PMDD different is the ability to carry on with life. With PMDD the symptoms are so debilitating, that women with the disorder can not carry out their normal life activities for up to two weeks before their initial bleeding. These symptoms goes away usually the day before of the the day of bleeding.

How do you treat PMS or PMDD? Many doctors suggest a change of diet, such as no caffeine and sugars, may help with the severity of the symptoms. Doctors also suggest to get adequate exercise, and also to take B6 Vitamin, calcium, and magnesium pills to help with the symptoms. For PMS sufferers medications may be given to you. Doctors may give you anti-depressant, or birth control to help with your PMS symptoms. The anti-depressant will help with your mental state while you menstruate, and the birth control will help with the horomones that are released while ovulating and menstruating. For PMDD sufferers however, doctors tend to give you the same treatments as they would for the PMS patients. Many of these treatments may not work for everyone. You should pick a treatment that is suitable for you. In fact, the vitamins that doctors suggest, yes your B6, calcium, and magnesisum vitamins, are not even linked to helping with PMS or PMDD symptoms. So why even suggest it? They are doctors, and they just love giving you an excuse to pop pills.

So ladies the next time you go bonkers on your friends, family, and significant others you can actually say "IT'S NOT AN EXCUSE ITS A TRUE CONDITION." For men do not say its an excuse because if you look it up it has its own section in the medicine books and medicine websites.

For more info check out:
http://www.webmd.com/mental-health/premenstrual-dysphoric-disorder
http://women.webmd.com/guide/premenstrual-syndrome

Tuesday, August 25, 2009

One Week Later

One week later....
Last week things fell apart. I learned (of course the hard way amidst the warnings) that posting certain things online can get you in heap in trouble. I bought my journal from Barnes and Nobles to help me with my emotions when they are extreme. I did what I had to do. I repsonded to letters, blocked and deleted people, and I feel much better. I am not 100%. I am still hurting a bit. Accusations that I have never heard from people I have heard last week. I cried only a few tears. Thats it. I wanted to burn everything, but no no I am no pyrotechnic. I learned that putting my true feelings out there just makes you the ultimate bitch although you were being honest and truthful. I know I was wrong in certain aspects. I try to be a good friend. I really do. I try be there for people, and people who knows me can vouche for me. It just hurts that you can get shot down to hell for what you thought was a friendship, but it was a friendship shot down right to hell. Its whatever. I am missing the friendship less and less each day. There are moments I have a relapse and I think of what we would do. Its hard. The tears fill up my eyes and the lump comes, but yet the tears don't fall. I know this is for the better. I have to learn to ignore unsaid party at school within the next few weeks. Its going to be hard, but I'll do what I gotta do. I am not a perfect person, but I try be there for my friends whenever, whatever. (Haha Thanks Shakira)

PS On a side note I am learning how to sing Selena's song Fotos Y Recuerdos (Photos and Memories) in Spanish and English. I have the Spanish down pact except for one phrase, but singing the translation is hard!

Thursday, August 20, 2009

If Had A Million dollars... Group Blog with Steph in the city






iF ifhad a billion dollars WHATTTT Oh man I would do so much you like:











i would save money for a house. Put money towards my degrees. Go to Ireland, Paris, London, and Haiwaii, and of course my cars!

Tuesday, August 18, 2009

Unchained Melody

Unchained Melody.. Yes I know it is a song from the '60's. Last night a chained of events happened. On facebook I posted a note. The directions said list 10 things that you want to tell people, but you haven't gotten to the chance to say. So of course people who knows my situation and have read my blogs knows some of the obvious answers I put up. I knew that I wanted only certain people to see it so I tagged people and did the blocking list accordingly so the people who were tagged can view the note. Originally I tagged the girl who you guys know I am talking about because I wanted her to see how I felt. On a friend's suggestion I untagged her. Now like an idiot I forgot to block her. SO of course guess what she saw it. I was most shocked that she actually stood up to me. Then again it was behind a computer screen, but she stood up to me. I respect her for that. She wrote a lengthy private message which angered me, hurt me, and of course saddened me. I was very upset that she felt that I was using her and took advantage of her- sidenote she read my blogs on here as well as my tweets I think. She listened to that friend who I really DO NOT LIKE. That she bought me things which were uncessary. That hurt me. That took the cake. Her bf had the nerve to call me an untrue friend. I have always tried to be there for her. Always. I know that I d0 not have much money so I repaid in my friendship. I STILL REMEMBER THE DAY SHE WAS HUNGRY. WE WERE IN GLOBAL ECO CLASS TOGTHER. I HAD A LITTLE MONEY. ON OUR BREAK FROM THE CLASS (it was 3 hrs) I STILL MANAGED TO GET SNACKS SO SHE WOULDN'T FEEL WEAK FROM HUNGER. OH THAT HURTS ME TO BE CALLED A MOOCHER. It hurts my pride as an independent person. You think I like being an invalid? Money makes people ugly. I am convinced now. Relationships change people. I saw my sweet best friend turn into a cold hearted monster. I know she reads this so I am limiting my words, but I am not going to swallow my words. My life has truly turned into a Degrassi episode. I was told I would be Emma. I like Emma :)

PS Look out for my next post: Spanking... Is it good or bad in disciplining children?

Monday, August 17, 2009

Dating- Outside of your race... Is it still taboo?

As everyone knows and has seen my boyfriend is white. He is Irish, hails from Ireland itself, and looks like the stereotypical Irish person - red/ginger hair, green eyes, and tons of freckles. I get teased by mom, lovingly, that I date a white guy. She always encouraged to date someone because I like them not because of my race. Nowadays dating out the race boundary is more accepted, but I still think it is taboo to some people. As everyone who knows me I am Black and Hispanic. My mom hails from Guyana and my dad hails from Puerto Rico. I have permanent tan complexion and I do have the common black nose and I have the nappy hair, but its permed. Whenever I am out with Rob on the subway going to the city I feel the stares penetrating my skin. Of course the stares come from the black guys who are sporting the doo-rag, latest fashion clothes, and sneakers, and their pants below their waist so you can see their boxers. I can tell that they are hating on my boyfriend because he is with me and he is white. To those black guys they believe that he is stealing the good black girls who aren't ghetto from them. I remember the day I had a brunch at school in Brooklyn because I was in the SGA for school last year. My boyfriend despises driving so we took the subway down to Bay Ridge. On our way back from the brunch guys were just looking at me and then him, black guys btw in the same description as before, and shaking their heads, or muttering damn, or muttering what they would do to me if they were with me. One guy congratulated my bf and said "You are lucky." He replied thanks and kept it moving.
What is even worse for me is when I tell my friends in my hood, who are black, that my boyfriend is white. My female friends tease me of course, but tell me as long as he treats you right you are good. My male friends however its a different story. They will always say: "Why are you dating a white boy for?" "White guys are so whack." "Why date him when you can be with me? Some nice chocolate." This is always followed by a laugh then them probably popping their collars or dusting their shoulders off because their "swag." I tell them its what attractive for me so don't feel bad. Then of course they will ask "So what about me how do I look?" I'll them they look aight and they get upset. I always have to tell them well you guys are like my family so I do not look at you in that aspect. They still get upset. Sometimes I feel I can never please guys in the black race. I think this is part of the reason why I ended dating Hispanic or White men. What takes the cake is when my cousin who is the same age as me found out that my boyfriend is white. He said the same thing my friends said. He even suggested me dating his best friends. I told him "Why would I do that? Those are your friends. If we break up then that is the end of your friendship too." He left me alone, but I feel like he is waiting for my boyfriend to slip up so he can say "I told you you should have dated a black guy."
One of my friends dates a black man. Her boyfriend is pretty cool, and I like him as cool peoples. Now this friend is of Irish/Italian descent, and he is of Bajan descent. Her boyfriend is well groomed, not ghetto, dresses nice, and is on the buff side. She was telling me whenever she goes out with him places the hoodrat/ghetto girls (the girls with the door knocker earrings, latest fashions, long nails, and horrible slang broken English) would stare not only her down, but stare him down as well. Those girls feel that they should date him because he is part of the 20% of refined black men and not part of the 80% ghetto men that treat black girls wrong.
20% refined black men, you ask? A study was done recently, where within the study, it was discussed why educated black women tend to date outside their race. As more black women are going onto earning college degrees and their masters in various fields they are looking for men who are on the same intellectual path as them. The men who they are surrounded by are white and asian men. Its rare to see a black or hispanic man on that intellectual path. Now I am not saying they don't show up in those intellectual at all. There are some, you just don't see as many minority males as you should be seeing.
So those black and Hispanic men are in the 20% of refined men in their race. The other 80% are in gangs, dropped out of college, ghetto, or in jail for a crime they have committed. Women wants a man that can provide for themselves and their families. Seeing those type guys for some women, or most women, are a turn off. They don't want a man who is basically a bum. Now going back to the educated black women. They of course will be turned off by ghetto men. They will want someone who can keep up with him in conversation and to make a living not someone living off welfare and not doing anything else with themselves. Also since these women are around the Asian and White men more they tend to dating and marrying them.
So you may ask now what is the hell is the point of this blog. My point is their is still a taboo of people dating outside their race. Yes it is accepted by most people nowadays, but they are still those believe that is such taboo. This holds true espeically in the Black race. They believe that Blacks shouldn't date outside their race, and thinks it is wrong for women and men to do so. Women espeically. Honestly women.. would you date a man who is on welfare and not trying to better himself, or a man who is educated like you are and can keep up with you. NOW I am not saying to look down on people who are on welfare. Some people need the help, but those men who are just taking the money and not trying to find a job or go to school not the type of men women are looking for. Some women are satisfied with these men, but not the majority.
What is your take on this topic?

Is Interracial Dating Still Taboo?

Wednesday, August 12, 2009

Losing Grip

"Why should I care
'Cuz you weren't there when I was scared
I was so alone
You, you need to listen
I'm starting to trip, I'm losing my grip
And I'm in this thing alone.." - Losing Grip by Avril Lavigne

This is how we felt when you deserted us. Your sis ( your sister from another mother) feels so abandoned and hurt. At a time when she needs you the most she is left to cry in her room wondering if you would even remembered her birthday. You known her for her whole life, from diapers, but yet you act like she never existed in your life. Another person who considered you like the little sister she never had wrote you a three page heartfelt letter, and you couldn't even respond. She de-frieneded you and sent you a message explaining herself. Yet you still couldn't answer her. I feel guilty because I have the only segway to get in contact with you. We share the fact of Chorus president. I am the current, and you were the past. The only other person who has a segway is the person who dated your bf last.. which was another close friend of yours. The only segway she has if its concerning your boyfriend. I know I sound so repetetive on this blog, but obviously its something that irks me. The lame excuse you gave me is "I was always inconsistent my whole life." That does not fly with me. I am not asking you to cater to my every need. I am not asking you for you to see me everyday. All I ask if we have some type of communication. Just let me know you are alive and healthy. Your boyfriend is just to blame because he should force you to see your friends. Keeping you to himself just shows how selfish he is. Yes I know this blog can get me in trouble with school and shit, but then again I am 20 years old and a junior in college. Stuff what is written on the internet which is not considered deformation of a person should not be questioned. Everyone has different views on this situation. I just know from my pov: Yes I forgave her, but I do not accept these behaviours. I really don't. You are almost 22 years old, and you still can't contact people? It seems like you contact people whenever you need them or something or when you are bored and have nothing else to do. Or like my friend says "seems like a personal problem." I have been also been warned not to place my opinions online because it can cause trouble. Last I checked the bill of rights allows me to have free speech. I just feel like I am going to get in trouble for writing this. If I do. Let me settle this in court because I will glady say what I gotta say. Throughout all of this I do slightly care for her. Sad to say. She probably doesn't even give two shits about me. She says she does, but I don't believe her. She made believe that I was crazy. That I belonged in Creedmore Hospital for the mentally sick. I told her this and she couldn't even say anything to that. Like what? "Open your eyes" like Avril sings and see what pain you have put people through. From not contacting people, from not answering people's letters, to not wishing people happy birthday, to telling the dean on what I did. I am sorry I care about YOUR education, and I am sorry I CARE about you. I need to be apathetic about you. That would make everything better.

Thursday, August 6, 2009

Forgiveness is the new mistake?

For a person who grew up being taught that forgiveness is the right way to go is now hearing something new. That some people shouldn't be forgiven. I do agree with that. Some people aren't worth being forgiven because they will make you end up right back at square one. Yes I have began the forgiveness process in my situation. I figured I should because I do have another semester with her might as well. I still have things to confront her with. Imma catch her where she will be trapted and she can't run so she has to answer my questions that she left unanswered. So far I have been criticized and asked why I did what did. I stated my case but it looks like I mad a wrong choice. So here is my new question is forgivness the new mistake?

Thursday, July 30, 2009

Patching things up? or Just letting them rock?

I started to write this blog as this:

Yes this situation is now at rock bottom. There has been no communication between the girls, who are close to each other, and her. We all have tried our best to communicate with her and, no response. One of my girls sent a THREE PAGE LETTER

Things has happened within the past few days that has made me not continue one with blog in that tone.
I wrote on her wall on fb concerning chorus since I am president this year and she was the last president. I didn't think she was going to answer, but she did. We started out having a little convo of some sorts. The convo ended with "text me tomorrow. " I explained I don't have her number anymore. I remembered it though and sent her a text. She answered again. I was in so much shock I sent back one saying "Is this the right number because I got an answer." We texted back and forth for a lil. I told her that I can forgive her, but I can never forget. That I don't know if I can ever be close to her again. I really don't. Its gonna take some time for me to heal, and be alright. I have started on the process already. I think telling her I forgive her started me on that path. Well I'll try build back a friendship. She said she said has been inconsistant her whole life. I guess its up to me to take it as it is right, but I think there is so much I can take. I plan to talk to her again. Maybe face to face. I think I will get more answers because is forced to say it. Say it to my face. That is all I want.

Monday, July 27, 2009

"By the way you are a fake"

Anise was a good student. She went to classes daily. She never missed papers, she never missed tests, and always got A's on anything she touched or looked at. Now a junior in college she is excited about almost finishing and becoming a school counselor. Everything came easy to Anise besides school. She got her driver license in one try. She always had the guys. She always had a group of friends. Basically one looking from the outside Anise had a good life. As her junior began, Anise met a transfer student in her Philosophy class. She had to take philosophy to fill out her humanities requirement. The transfer student didn't have it as easy. She (transfer student) I had to fight for everything in life, but eventually everything turned out for the best. On the day they met Anise had sat in the front the closest seat to the door. The transfer student came running in thinking she was late and sat right behind Anise. Anise turned to her and just looked and smile. "Running like Forrest Gump huh?" The student barely catching her breath shook her head and said "Yeah I thought I was late." Anise then replied "Ah fat chance in hell this prof is always late. He always has to smoke before he comes in." "Btw my name is Anise what is yours?" "Savannah," the student replied. "Yep I was named after the plains in Africa. My dad thought it would have paid hommage to our ancestors." After this day these two girls became really close friends, and made sure they had classes together. Senior year rolls around. Anise began changing as a person due to the death of her grandmother. Anise was very close to her grandmother. Loosing her caused her heart to shatter and become cold. She began treating people different. Ignoring phone calls and messages. Ditching people. Stopped going to classes. Savannah noticed the change and tried to help her friend through the pain and grief she was suffering from. Savannah was there for everything and did everything for Anise as if she was her own blood. These changes started to manifest in worse behaviors such as reckless driving, reckless sex, reckless dating. Savannah and Anise weren't friends, but knew this was definitely NOT her. Anise was the responsible one of the two. Savannah made sure she stayed with Anise anyways despite the change of behavior. Savannah was getting fed up of her crap. She started to cut Anise off because she did not want to associate with someone as Anise had turned into. After several unanswered calls and messages from Savannah, Anise marched over to Savannah's house and demanded to talk to her. Savannah was reluctant to answer the door at first cause she saw Anise's car parked outside through her window. Eventually she let Anise in and they chatted, but for very briefly.
Anise " Umm how come you don't call me no more? I miss you."
Savannah " I always did call. You would never answer so I deleted your number. I only keep space in my phone for people are worth calling."
Anise "What do you mean worth calling?"
Savannah "Exactly what I said. I didn't stutter."
Anise "We used to be so close! Why aren't we like that anymore?"
Savannah "You changed way too much way too rapidly. I feel like you are fake out. This person I am talking to right now isn't Anise. This isn't the girl that loved life. The girl who would roll in the dirt like she was hippie."
Anise "I'm fake?.... I'm fake?
With tears swelled up in her eyes she angrily spewed out
"YOU'RE THE FAKE ONE!!! IF YOU WERE MY TRUE FRIEND YOU WOULD HAVE STAYED BY ME EVEN IF I CHANGED!!!"
Anise quickly turned around and slammed the door, jumped in her car, and drove fast down the block. That was the last Savannah ever saw or heard from Anise.

Was Savannah right for doing what she did? So who is really the fake one? Anise? or Savannah?

Thursday, July 23, 2009

10 Days

1o days till I see him... nope Seven Days by Sting will not work lol... I'll be counting down the days. I miss him already. I hear a plane heading out. Maybe it's him. I hope he makes it to Ireland okay.<3

Sunday, July 19, 2009

The Photo Entries

This is the first of I hope many of my photo entries. It is best if you start from the bottom and work your way up.

Last but not least.. Clouds... 2007
My Staten Island Babies Seth Dom and Peter
The Unknown girls, Me Nessa, and Steph
My little cousins are simply too cute.. Happy Birthday Ariel
My boy cousins... all grown up
One of my fav photos of Christmas 2007 my cousins Imani, Elisa, and Ariel
My Aunt Annie and her dog Max. I luv this pic of them. This one I didn't take, but still gets added
A picture I really like. This may get printed and framed besides the circumstances.
Chrissy what she does best.. Steals my camera and takes a photo of herself... I bet she will be happy she made my photo entry lol
I like this picc my crazy but sweet friend Leslie
A fav past time of mine... Me being vain in a mirror and a camera
A nature shot.. Snowww 2008
You can't stop the beat... Dancing from the age of 6
My chorus girls... 2008
Her and I before things fell apart.. Thank You literature for that title
My first musical.. Godspell.. 11.07
One thing in common.. the birth month of MAY... Charlie, Chrissy, Me and Erin
The boy who makes my heart jump... the boyfriend Robbie
Me at age 6 graduating kindergarten. 1st grade here I come!
Me and the other bestie Tony at Sea Bright Beach
The best friend since the Loughlin Days.. Stephanie
My godsister. Yep she is part of my portfolio :) Well the one I am trying to make

Around The same date last year.. 6.16.08 Funny how a year changes everything

Self Portrait June 16, 2009

Monday, July 13, 2009

Back to Square One.. Oh Boy

I am so now convinced I need therapy. How the hell I was doing so awesome, and feeling high as a kite then all of a sudden I am back to being sad and wanting to cry at any minute. I swear I am bipolar. This has taught me that I am way to clingy. Like seriously wtf? What have I ever done to deserve it. As like one of my friends said its like a bad break up. A bad break up indeed, and it wasnt even with my bf! I know there are some situations I could have handled much better, but I was pissed what was I to do. I was not thinking straight. Whatevs I am not perfect so I shouldn't beat myself up for things I have done. I think I need a puppy cause puppies never break your heart. Its like now I have constant reminders. The music we sung to... The 1000 pics I have... they facebooks stuff.. It never goes away. It would take me weeks to erase all of these memories. I am still comtemplating if I should buy a birthday gift considering she NEVER bought me one. I don't think I should cause it would be casted one side cause she has no time for any of her friends. Her man is her life now. The girl who said " A man doesn't define me!" has definitely gone back on her word. It crushes me that I am the reason this ALL happened. I live with the guilt whenever I think about it. If I hadn't done what I have done then who knows what would have happened. I probably would have still had her as bestie. Yes I still have my two besties Steph and Tony who have been awesome and we all are going through different situations which contains this word named hurt. Hurt is a such a word. It just defines the pain your soul and mind goes through every now again. A person can hurt for a day, a week, a month, a year. It comes it different forms, but they all suck. It sucks through. She is hurting cause the guy is being a moron and he is hurting cause he still misses his ex which he believes was his no. 1 girl. They both said to me that you should fuk it and leave well alone, but there is something that keeps me where I am. I wish I knew. It just suxx that I did this. Well she is also to blame, but I blame myself everyday. If I can say a few words it would be I am ever so sorry.. please forgive me.. i miss you way too much.. and probably just end up balling...

Sunday, July 12, 2009

Good Songgg

Barely Breathing by Duncan Shiek
I know what you�re doing,
I see it all to clear
I only taste the saline when I kiss away your tears
You really had me going, wishing on a star
But the black holes that surround you are heavier by far
I believed in your confusion, you were so completely torn
Well it must have been that yesterday was the day that I was born
There�s not much to examine, there�s nothing left to hide
You really can�t be serious if you have to ask me why

I say good-bye...

�Cause I am barely breathing
And I can�t find the air
I don�t know who I�m kidding
Imagining you care
And I could stand here waiting
A fool for another day
But I don�t suppose it�s worth the price, worth the price
The price that I would pay

Everyone keeps asking, what�s it all about?
I used to be so certain and I can�t figure out
What is this attraction? I only feel the pain
There�s nothing left to reason and only you to blame Will it ever change?


�Cause I am barely breathing
And I can�t find the air
I don�t know who I�m kidding
Imagining you care
And I could stand here waiting
A fool for another day
But I don�t suppose it�s worth the price, worth the price
The price that I would pay
But I�m thinking it over anyway...


I�ve come to find
I may never know
Your changing mind
Is it friend or foe?

I rise above
Or sink below
With every time
You come and go
Please don�t come and go

�Cause I am barely breathing
And I can�t find the air
I don�t know who I�m kidding
Imagining you care
And I could stand here waiting
A fool for another day
But I don�t suppose it�s worth the price, worth the price
The price that I would pay
But I�m thinking it over anyway thing by Duncan Shiek

Thursday, June 25, 2009

Monday, June 22, 2009

The Story of the Unhappy Girl


Alyssa was the girl's name. She had everything a girl can want- best friends who love her dearly, a wonderful boyfriend whom she adored, opportunity to attend universitity, a supportive and loving family. Yet Alyssa was still unhappy. Alyssa said she was happy to everyone, but deep inside she felt there was a hole within her heart. A hole she couldn't figure out why it existed. She searched high and low for her 100% happiness with no luck. Alyssa, or Lyssie Poo called by family and friends, decided that she would take pictures to help document her life. Alyssa would go all over New York just take shots such as the shot on the right to help herself become happy, but Lyssie Poo still was not happy. See she suffered a lost. She lost a real close friend due to differences, and it hurt her heart deeply. Alyssa never got over the pain. Her best friends would tell her that to get over it and that person isn't important. Just move on. Alyssa couldn't do it. Easier said than done she thought. So Lyssie Poo pushed on with the photography because it was theraputic for her. She also danced and listened to music until one day she noticed something. The lightbulb finally clicked on in her brain. Why should she be unhappy? She has everything she ever needed and wanted all along. She has her crazy and loving two best friends, an awesome group of friends, an amazing boyfriend, and of course family. Alyssa wasn't unhappy any longer and decided to embrace life the way it was given to her. The unhappy girl turned into the joyous young woman, and led a great life. One thing she did learn was if people really care for you as they say they do the will show it. The people that don't or don't show it well are phony and shouldn't be trusted.

Thursday, June 18, 2009

Letter Writting... May be sent to recpipient

This is a letter. I may send or I may not send it out. Post comments and tell me if its good or not. I need opinions
I may not have anger issues, or may not need anger management. I fight for what right and what I think is best. You may not agree with it, but everyone knows its best. You may not think its right, but you are controlling your destiny. Being a wholesome person isn't easy, but I try. I went above and beyond to be the best and perfect friend I can be. I feel like that has been shot to hell. I don't understand because my other best friends say I am such a terrific person and others can't see that. All they see is the violent outbursts and the yelling I have done. I am tired of pretending that I am such a perfect person when I know fully I am not. No one is. Why should I be the scapegoat when everyone has faults. I tried protecting you from all of this, but of course being hard headed didn't help. I have spent countless nights trying to figure out is this karma trying to bite me in the ass for all the wrongs that I have done in my life? Where did I go wrong like honestly? Tell me what I did wrong? I sit here thinking maybe I need psychiatric help because I do indeed have issues such as anger. Last week I proved to myself that I do not need it. I controlled my anger, and I didn't have any outbursts. I know yay me! All what has happened shouldn't have happened, but it did. People say things happens for a reason. That God has a plan for everyone. I think sometimes this happened because He was trying to show me that I shouldn't bend over backwards for certain people because they don't really truly appreciate it. They say they do but do they really? Or maybe this was Him trying to tell me you can't fix everything that needs to be fixed. Or maybe that I truly have problems. I really don't know. Well whatever it is I hope you see that I have calmed down, and I am ready to talk. Not contacting helps either but its whatever. Hope life is great for you cause I know mine is for the most part.

Saturday, May 23, 2009

Reflections

Have you ever just sat there and you feel like damn I have fucked up or damn I really miss that person. Sometimes you wonder well things have to happen for a reason. Things will unfold day by day. Every little thing is gonna be alright. What happens if those things don't happen then what are you left to do? Are you supposed to forget what happened, pick up the pieces, or just dust yourself up and try again?

Tuesday, May 19, 2009

Hey Guys

Hey this will be my 2nd blog. So welcome guys and hope you enjoy!