Monday, September 24, 2007
Confessions are good for the soul... and my homework
P.S. As a little add-on to my blessings for the day, the email that I thought was lost in cyber-space showed up after all. I have my 3 hours worth of genius literary analysis.... I'm thanking God right now with all my meager might! Plus, to add to the too-much-already my dad heard my rantings about it and handed me a 512mg USB device.
Pride comes before the fall
Today was spent in constant reflection over the events of the past 10 hours. In that time I have become a firm believer in the Bible's wisdom concerning pride. My last post was a bit unabashedly prideful (I mean really, "I win!" ?) and in many ways spiteful. Granted I posted it knowing full well that the ex in question is completely oblivious to the fact that I even have a blog, but it does not alter the principle.
Today, my shiny old Escort died on the freeway on my way to class where an assignment was due. I called my own version of AAA (daddy) and he was already full swing into business meetings. Near the exit ramp of such-and-such, sweltering hot for 9am, and flustered by the thought that I wouldn't have a car for the rest of my stay here in the U.S., I called my real hero(ine).
T came to my rescue no questions asked beyond: "Where are you?" She is my saving grace and my shining star and all the other cliché sounding adjectives.
Back to complaining: I am without a car, I don't have a ride home, I go to the language center for a portuguese assignment that can't be completed because of the bus schedule, I'm dropped off in dumping/pouring sheets of rain, and when I get home an assignment I had worked on all afternoon (3 hours of work) did not make it to the other side of cyberspace to my email inbox and I have to start all over again.
Now that I've vented, during all this nonsense I've literally counted the blessings of my day:
1) I got to help T with her hija while she took an Ojibwe test. We went to the playground where we rode the train to a wedding where she (the magician princess) married a ghost named Africa.
2) Her roommate deemed it necessary and/or a pleasure to buy my lunch at Holy Land - Cannot express the pleasure I get from that place's food. THANKS J!!!
3) I bumped into T in the language lab and after listening to my sob-story she offered a ride and a place to stay in the city on Saturday - our party night.
4) I was worried about showing up late to my first class, but it didn't matter much. And the same professor will allow late assignments due to my trip to Mexico.
5) I was also planning to skip a film class in order to enjoy my ethnic lunch thinking I would walk in during the post-film discussion. Turns out I walked in on the last 5 minutes of the film itself, avoided the notice of the profesor, collected my graded homework and got full credit for attendance.
6) My dad did come pick me up from the bus stop and saved me from the dumping/pouring sheets of rain... even though 2 minutes later than desired.
7) My mom is "making" me go to Mexico.
8) I have fabulous friends, a fabulous fiancé and a fabulous dad/family who will lend cars and rides at the drop of the proverbial hat.
9) I don't have to worry about car insurance anymore, and now I know my next job will be downtown :) - just within walking distance of the nearest bus stop.
10) I'm alive.
So, in comparison, although I might be flustered and a little stressed by the thought of walking to a bus stop in the freezing cold or snow or dumping/pouring sheets of rain... I'm not so bad off.
Today, my shiny old Escort died on the freeway on my way to class where an assignment was due. I called my own version of AAA (daddy) and he was already full swing into business meetings. Near the exit ramp of such-and-such, sweltering hot for 9am, and flustered by the thought that I wouldn't have a car for the rest of my stay here in the U.S., I called my real hero(ine).
T came to my rescue no questions asked beyond: "Where are you?" She is my saving grace and my shining star and all the other cliché sounding adjectives.
Back to complaining: I am without a car, I don't have a ride home, I go to the language center for a portuguese assignment that can't be completed because of the bus schedule, I'm dropped off in dumping/pouring sheets of rain, and when I get home an assignment I had worked on all afternoon (3 hours of work) did not make it to the other side of cyberspace to my email inbox and I have to start all over again.
Now that I've vented, during all this nonsense I've literally counted the blessings of my day:
1) I got to help T with her hija while she took an Ojibwe test. We went to the playground where we rode the train to a wedding where she (the magician princess) married a ghost named Africa.
2) Her roommate deemed it necessary and/or a pleasure to buy my lunch at Holy Land - Cannot express the pleasure I get from that place's food. THANKS J!!!
3) I bumped into T in the language lab and after listening to my sob-story she offered a ride and a place to stay in the city on Saturday - our party night.
4) I was worried about showing up late to my first class, but it didn't matter much. And the same professor will allow late assignments due to my trip to Mexico.
5) I was also planning to skip a film class in order to enjoy my ethnic lunch thinking I would walk in during the post-film discussion. Turns out I walked in on the last 5 minutes of the film itself, avoided the notice of the profesor, collected my graded homework and got full credit for attendance.
6) My dad did come pick me up from the bus stop and saved me from the dumping/pouring sheets of rain... even though 2 minutes later than desired.
7) My mom is "making" me go to Mexico.
8) I have fabulous friends, a fabulous fiancé and a fabulous dad/family who will lend cars and rides at the drop of the proverbial hat.
9) I don't have to worry about car insurance anymore, and now I know my next job will be downtown :) - just within walking distance of the nearest bus stop.
10) I'm alive.
So, in comparison, although I might be flustered and a little stressed by the thought of walking to a bus stop in the freezing cold or snow or dumping/pouring sheets of rain... I'm not so bad off.
Sunday, September 23, 2007
I win...
I know you all will relate to what I have to say if you've ever had one of those depressing break-ups. I haven't seen my ex since months before I even left for the beautiful Argentina and now, more than a year later and only due to a mutual friend's party I ran into him there.
I thought that I was going to go suddenly retarded when T warned me he would be coming up to the appartment and I looked to a friend and said, "Girl, if I go boob on y'all can you drag me out of this place for a bit?" She looked at me like I was on crack - and it turns out I must have been. He walked in and I was thoroughly satisfied.
This is more or less one of those saw-my-ex success stories.
He walked in and kinda looked skinnier than I remembered him normally being... My taste has evolved to the meatier types. He looked at me a bit surprised (my big hair does that to folks, I've learned) and said hello. I said hello back and continued my conversation with T. He went medio wacko and started walking back and forth, saying something to me, walking away again, coming back, saying something, saying nothing...
He tried leaning in, tried to get close (not too successful there), I leaned away and stepped back and tried to gracefully dodge an attempted hug - like we were suddenly old friends... riiight - and it ended up being one of those awkward why-are-you-touching-me, arm-draped-on-the-shoulder "hugs" that lasted three-quarters of a second. He asked general or random questions and I politely answered and returned to the various conversations he had consequently interrupted.
He was there only 10 or 15 minutes and then left with his uncharacteristically cool friends who had made normal conversation with me and went out the door, stood there in the hall and came back inside to say good-bye to me... In the end I was not that confused about his behavior. One girl said it with flair: "He wants on you like white-on-rice," but my sis' phrased it just right, "He wanted you to want him and you obviously didn't."
I win.
It's everyone's fantasy to see the ex years later and be better off, satisfied with life, engaged to be married or better and more... I was one of the lucky ones.
I thought that I was going to go suddenly retarded when T warned me he would be coming up to the appartment and I looked to a friend and said, "Girl, if I go boob on y'all can you drag me out of this place for a bit?" She looked at me like I was on crack - and it turns out I must have been. He walked in and I was thoroughly satisfied.
This is more or less one of those saw-my-ex success stories.
He walked in and kinda looked skinnier than I remembered him normally being... My taste has evolved to the meatier types. He looked at me a bit surprised (my big hair does that to folks, I've learned) and said hello. I said hello back and continued my conversation with T. He went medio wacko and started walking back and forth, saying something to me, walking away again, coming back, saying something, saying nothing...
He tried leaning in, tried to get close (not too successful there), I leaned away and stepped back and tried to gracefully dodge an attempted hug - like we were suddenly old friends... riiight - and it ended up being one of those awkward why-are-you-touching-me, arm-draped-on-the-shoulder "hugs" that lasted three-quarters of a second. He asked general or random questions and I politely answered and returned to the various conversations he had consequently interrupted.
He was there only 10 or 15 minutes and then left with his uncharacteristically cool friends who had made normal conversation with me and went out the door, stood there in the hall and came back inside to say good-bye to me... In the end I was not that confused about his behavior. One girl said it with flair: "He wants on you like white-on-rice," but my sis' phrased it just right, "He wanted you to want him and you obviously didn't."
I win.
It's everyone's fantasy to see the ex years later and be better off, satisfied with life, engaged to be married or better and more... I was one of the lucky ones.
Friday, September 7, 2007
the daily grind
There are a few major things worth mentioning these days... although I don't think many people would find them that entertaining, so I think I will bullet-point the main scruff and then say what I really wanna say.
- I am engaged to be married in June to a wonderful, handsome, loving Argentine man and I'm excited and nervous because he's so wonderful, but I will soon move from my home country.
- School started and I'm excited and nervous because school rocks, but I will soon have to pay student loans.
- I got a job and I'm excited and nervous because the job rocks, but I am paid on commission only.
- I'm back in my social swing here in the good ol' ***polis. Going to FDs every week to get my hispanic roots a good waterin' and the weekends are always an up-in-the-air adventure.
I guess that's all that really matters to me these days... I'm obsessed with getting a dog. I want an American Blue Pit Bull with that lush gold-like fur. Thanks a lot "Dog Whisperer"!!!
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