MIA: For too long.

I haven't posted in forever. I just don't find the time... it's not something I could keep up consistently, so please bear with me, peeps (:

Lately, I've been struggling with school and its demands. My finals start on June 2nd, so I've got to start studying this coming week... I have 10 exams this year (one less than last year! yay!) and I'll be finishing on June 17th.
I don't know how I'm going to squeeze everything in. On top of that, we have tests these weeks leading up to the exams... what the heck?! WHY?! WHY!? WHYYYYYY?! Frick, man. Can't even give us a break. I just want this year to end... and then it's bye bye to this stupid school! And I'll finally be able to relax when we go to Texas.

On a lighter note: One of my very best friends in Germany got a hold of me. I was checking my email a couple days ago and I saw an unread with her name on it. I had my mouse hovering over the mail for a while before clicking on it. I thought it would be spam or even a virus.... It turns out it was my best friend. I couldn't believe my eyes for a minute, I was in complete and utter shock. My reply wasn't brief at all, and her re-reply wasn't either. It took me about 30 minutes to type out another email to her.

So yeah... I haven't really been doing much lately. I don't know what's gotten into me. haha I'll look at it this way: Summer starts in a month!

OH YEAH, BABY!

Our class smells like dead bird... WITW?!

Yes, it smells like dead bird in our class. The air conditioner thing had an "underground fish explosion", according to our coordinator.

Um.... ok? Fish explosion? REALLY?! Wow. Just wow. Actually, I shouldn't be surprised, because at my school anything weird is considered normal and anything normal is considered weird. And I'm not joking; I'm not even kidding.

We walked into class on Sunday and this huge wave of stink just washed over us.

Me: OH MY GOD, WHAT IS THAT SMELL?!
My friend: *gasp* I DON'T KNOW!
Other friend: It smells like freakin' death!
Rest of the peeps: Ewww, what is that?!?!?!?!

LOL and I can see where this is funny, because it's just so bad...
So yeah. We went and complained. We've been complaining for the past 3 days and still nothing has been done. We've had to switch to 3 different classes each day. It's flipping annoying.
Our classroom has been basking in dead bird smell for the past 3 days.

When will this madness end?!?! And if you haven't smelled dead bird, I don't recommend you do.

-___________-

I feel so out of it!

... Yeah, that's what I feel like. Actually, I feel like walking down the beach and feeling the sand between my toes, but I figure it's too late to do that. While I'm wallowing away in my confuzzled out-of-it-feelings, I'll post up some coolio quotes and such.

Mind is the master power that molds and makes,
And we are Mind, and evermore we take
The tool of thought, and shaping what we will,
Bring forth a thousand joys, a thousand ills,
We think in secret, and it comes to pass -
Our world is but our looking glass.
-- James Allen

In a gentle way, you can shake the world.
Mohandas Gandhi

The most difficult phase of your life is not when no one understands you; It's when you don't understand yourself.
-Unknown


Hope everyone's having an absolutely positively superfantabulous weekend!

Fill-In-The-Blank Friday!

I found this cool little thing on Erika's blog.
It's basically just a little fill-in questionnaire and I figured it would be fun to do.. since I have nothing else to occupy myself with. lol!

1. The first thing I do in the morning is turn the alarm off, get my clothes and go shower.

2. Every night before bed I read a book.

3. My favorite thing to do when I'm having a bad day is go for a walk and think. Except it's too hot here to do that, so usually I'll just sit in my room and read or something LOL

4. Something that makes me cringe is when people scrape their nails on blackboards.

5. Social situations are okay, but it takes me a while to agree to go. I end up having fun afterward and think why I didn't want to go in the first place.

6. I like to collect jewelry. I don't know why, I just love having earrings and necklaces.

7. Weekends are for resting, being lazy, eating and doing everything else you can't do during a normal week.

A Message For My Grandpa

Today I opened a purple envelope from the States. It was addressed to me... wait, to me? Who would want to mail me something? I read the sender's name and address and realized it was from my Grandpa. A birthday card for my 16th birthday, maybe?

What I opened up to was so much more than I had hoped for. If I could ask for anything in the world, it would be for me to be able to be in front of my Grandfather and give him all the love I could give. I don't want the latest gadget, the coolest fashion in shoes... I just want to be there with my family and show them that I haven't forgotten them. Show them that I still love them very much, even though I've been gone for eight years.

As I was reading the card, so many things were flashing through my mind. All those memories we shared, all those times we spent laughing with each other. And then I remembered the mornings when my grandpa would take us to school in his truck with the Tejano radio station on and how he'd say he loved us when we got out of the car to go to school. Sometimes I wish I could go back in time just to hear his voice. It's not the same when you talk to him on the phone.
I remember his smell and his warmth when he'd wrap me in those huge bear-hugs.

When I finally snapped back to reality, I realized that it would be a while until I set my eyes on the real image of my grandpa. I started to cry... not because I missed him, but because of all the love he put into those very words on the card. Because of the way so many memories flooded my head. Because of my heart beating with every syllable, in every word he had jotted down with his hand.

There's something about a grandparent's love that is so different from anyone else. It's that type of love that you can't seem to understand, but you really do... you understand the bond perfectly, you feel the connection and emotion in every word they say to you. It's unexplainable and yet so amazingly understandable.

I love my Grandpa unconditionally. I love him, I love him, I love him....

My Granddaughter,

Just a short note to tell you how much I love you, and of course how much I miss you. It's been so long since we last saw each other, at times it seems as if you will never come to see me, and of course I know you will. I long to see you, I always look at your pictures and remember so much about you.

Your uncle is a handful, but lately he's been a whole lot better. As you know in about a month he will be 15.

When I was a young father, my mom once told me, "A love for a grandchild is unequal," and now at my age, I realize how right she was. I love you with all my heart and miss you so very much.

Take care

I think of you always.....

I love you,

Grandpa

Oompa Loompas

This brings back so many great memories. Not to mention fuzzy, creepy feelings. Anyone ever know how they got their skin orange?

And those dances... those scary little dances they do. Wow. Musta trained real hard, huh?
I've got nothing against Tim Burton's version of Oompies (Deep Roy! woo!), but these old Oompa Loompas show how creative and how hard everyone must have worked to find all those little people.

LONG LIVE THE ORIGINAL OOMPA LOOMPAS!

A sunflower in the morning

Sorry for not posting much! I've been on Spring Break since the 2nd, I've had loads of time... but I just can't seem to get myself to post something on the blog. Nothing much has been happening. Ugh, and then school starts on Sunday again!!!
Anyway...
I guess I should start by saying that sunflowers are my favorite flowers in the world. I just LOVE them and the way they're just so "happy". I got inspired a couple days back by God knows what, and I just decided to write. Actually, it was more like typing... but that's what happens when you have an inspirational mo' on the computer lol!

A Sunflower In The Morning(it looks like this picture was taken at sunset... it was the only one I could find that would go with what I wrote xD)

The sun creeps across the hills and engulfs the fields with wisps of warmth. Each ray embraces a blade of grass, caresses it softly and gently lets go. The light continues on its way down to a meadow of wild flowers complaining of the cold that the moon left behind. As the sun and meadow graciously seize each other in nature's pleasant grasp, the sky begins adjusting its attention to the start of a new day. Clouds make their appearance as gusts of white cotton candy roaming an ocean of blue air. The sky blushes shyly, when a bird singing its morning song soars across its territory, and turns a fierce shade of pink.

Every detail of the morning is caught by the eyes of a dilapidated, rust-red barn house that stands in the middle of a meadow. Its paint curls away at the corners and softly falls to the ground in heaps of red powder. Hopeless and forlorn, the windows reflect no light and the only thing that helps it survive the day, is the small beam of sunshine given off by the solitary flower growing amidst a huddle of weeds. Every morning, the flower opens its leaves to the world to say hello. It radiates happiness and encourages life around it to be satisfied with life as it is.

The yellow reflection of its grafted petals beam a silent approval of existence. With its last glance at the world around it, the flower breathes once more and curls up gracefully among the scarlet dust left by the barn house. Covered by its veil of crimson, the flower fades into obscurity along with the mourning melody of the loss of life.

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