stepping out for a bit....

This post is going to be different even though I'm in Nicaragua and am super happy. But what I'm thinking needs to be said and I honestly have no one to say to without either getting into a fight or hurting someone's feelings.
In my family we celeberate Christmas on the 24th. Santa comes to the house and hands out all the gifts from family anf friends. It's been a family tradition for about 20 years and we've continued it despite everything. Afterwards, we eat our delicious feast and then digest the food. Usually about an hour after eating (around 1 o'clock in the morning) people start to leave. This year was no different except it was the first year EVER we had it at my mom's house. All the years we lived in Miami we've alays celebrated xmas at my mom's sister's house. the few times we've celebrated it here with the whole family it has been at my grandmothers house. The last time it was there was her last xmas. it was very sentimental, but fun at the same time. This year my mom really wanted it at her house. I mean it is only normal, right? Anyways, with all her sisters here, you'd think that it's be one of the best xmases for my mom right? well, no..it probably wasn't. And not because she's ungrateful, but because everyone, and i mean everyone had something negative to say. and you know what's the worst part? that they didn't tell her and make any direct comment. Last night's convo was full of indirect snide remarks about everything. Someone wasn't feeling well. "The food wasn't right". "How dare she buy the stuffing and not make it from scratch". "It's just not the same". "WE should've stayed in miami." "I'm too tired, I wanna go back home now."
Towards the end my mom was doing her best to salvage the evening by dancing and laughing and making jokes and having a good time. do you think anyone gave her a smile? Do you think anyone danced with her? Do you think anyone could've stopped being selfish brats and just be there for my mom who does SO much for all of them? No. no one was capable of doing that for her.
I get it. I udnerstand that xms is a very sentimental time for everyone in my family since my grandmother's passing, but it's been 5 years. it's not fair that my mom has to to deal with the aftermath while everyone got to go back to Miami and forget about it. But then when they come back to Nicaragua there's always this blanket of sadness of that envelopes them. They couldn't smile for my mom just this once. I mean they don't even visit that often. It's always a mission to get them here and they come and it's almost as if they shouldn't have. I should've known it would be like this from the moment they were buying their tickets and how complicated they were being. and how they kept saying they weren't going to come. If you didn't want to come and were so hesitant why even bother coming? To make my mom feel like shit (yes, i cursed).
I wish i was taken more seriously within my family and had more authority where i could say all this to them. and put them in their place. but unfortunately i'm only 21 and i'm considered a bimbo in my family. so nothing i say is valid and it's all stupid.
sorry to be a downer, but i needed at least one person to know how i felt. and what i wrote doesn't even come close to the emotions that are crashing like waves in the pits of my heart.
like i told my hubby, though, you make christmas fun not the other way around. so i still enjoyed myself and i tried to smile as much as possible and compliment my mom and thank her as much as she would listen. ;)
What i love best about my mom though, is that she enjoyed herself and thought on the positive. and despite the heavy cloud of dislike and melancholy she still tried to be a good and fun host til the very end.
I love you mama, and don't let them bring you down because this was the best christmas i've ever had and i love you so much. remember that only God and you need to know how awesome you are. and only you can make yourself to be happy and a good person. Can't wait to spend new years just us.
-Your always grateful daughter who appreciates everything you do even though she may not show it,
K

different days; different stories

Well hello blog world. I have disappeared yet again for a few days because well....because i'm on vacation. and that's what you're supposed to do. btw i'm apologizing in adavnce in case of any misspellings or gramatical errors for at the moment i am using a spanish keyboard and they're a little hard to get used to. (actually my spelling might be better since i'll actually be proofreading what i'm typing). ANYWAYS, right now i am sitting my father-in-law's, or SUEGRO's, office. I have two fans on with a webcam staring straight at me begging to be used. I am smelling blueberries, chicken noodle soup, and a hint of gallopinto. the weather is pretty good...outside. but an inferno inside, hence the two fans. I just completed mission impossible to get ALL the pictures I've taken onto this specific computer so i can share with you. I will describe 3 different days. Are you ready? Well, then...let's start the show.

Day 1

Today I wake up to find that it's raining. the window opens up to the mountainous view, but i can't see it. it's 5 in the morning and i'm too happy to fall back asleep. I lay squished in between the hubby and S. S is sprawled out on her own bed and the hubby is doing the fetal position facing away from me. Me? I'm facing the window with my eyes closed enoying the sound of the plitter platter of the rain on the windown and sift ground outside. I take a deep breath in and let the memories flood my mental movie theatre.
FLASHBACK....
I'm in my room at my parent's house. I'm 15 years-old and I've just finished writing in my diary. It was a tough day because I see myself crying. I lay my diary and pen on my nightstand and pick up the phone. I realize I can't call anyone because it's 10 o'clock at night. Lady is laying next to me fast asleep. I suddenly turn to face my window and smile....it's raining. I turn off the light, get comfortable, and lay back in my bed while petting Lady. The rain picks up and now there's thunder. I smile wider and let the rain take me off the dreamland.
PRESENT...
Here are a few pictures of the rain at the hubby's parents house....enjoy!

Day 2

Once upon a time there lived a little 2-tailed princess by the name of S. Since she was part of the 2-tailed clan she is the most royal of royals across the land.

We see that Princess S has company today.

They were having a wonderful time playing hide-n-go seek...

seeing the beautiful landscape from the tallet windown of the castle...

(which is coincidentally the kitchen)

Oh wait! Princess S and her friend see something beyond the castle's grounds. What could it be?

Princess S reaches for the phone

and dials her guards to see what's going on.

She rushes outside, because her guards had no clue, and finds out it's a party for her that her loyal subjects put together.

They had a bounce house...

and there was cake...

They even had a royal swing set...

Princess S returned to her castle happy and grateful looking uon her wonderful land of loyal subjects.

FIN!

Day 3

There's really not much to say about these following pictures. They were taken on the way to Granada, which is the city i spoke about in a previous post and the rest of the islands of Lak Nicaragua. A volcano erupted many,many years ago, and it formed little islands. We stayed at one for the day because a friend of the family's lent it to us. Yes, that family owns an island. Remember, realty is super cheap here. Anyways. Here are some pictures I took on this trip. ENJOY! and have a merry crhistmas!!!

Day 1 in paradise

so here are some pics from last nite. the first one is my dad at his best...smoking a cigar. and the woman in the back is my beautiful mama. i was so happy to see them both.  

This next picture is of me and my grandfather. can't you just feel the love?

these are my siblings. my little sis my rite, and my little bro to me left.

this was taken in my psrents terrace. they have this huge almond tree...almond? i don't think i ahve that rite. anyways it's a huge tree, and i thought the birth bath and big...vase? were pretty.

this is the "almond" tree with lights. isn't it gorgeous?

sorry but there's not much to say today and i don't really have time. the only thing i will say is that i could record the smell. the moment we got out o the jetway and were officially inside the Nicaraguan airport the smell was overwhelming. i had forgotten the nica smell, and and the moment the hubby and i breathed it in we knew we were home again.

i hope you all are enjoying yourselves wherever you are.

1 more day!

You would think this post would be FULL of excitement and anticipation because I'm going to Nicaragua tomorrow. But no. This one is not a happy one. I didn't want to think about it before, because you know how you believe if you don't thin about it than it won't happen? Well, that was my mindset. But today is the day and it's happening.
The hubby and I couldn't find anybody who would be willing to take care of my grand caramel macchiato. I mean there were people who would do it, but there was always a but or they couldn't do it for the whole time or they couldn't come here to my house, etc. Anyways, due to this the hubby and I decided a kennel was best. Before you start calling me crazy it's not really a kennel it's more like a doggie daycare. And it's on a farm in Davie, FL and all the little pups have plenty of room to run around and they each get their own room. I mean, it's actually pretty great. And if I was there with him the whole time he'd probably LOVE it. but I won't be there and he's probably going to think I abandoned him, which is so not the case. In the long run this decision was better because all the people who might've taken care of him would only come to take him out and feed him. He'd have no interaction with anyone. He wouldn't sleep in my room, under my bed, or snuggled up to me. He wouldn't crawl out of bed and jump on me and kiss me to death.
Yeah, he won't do things at the kennel daycare. But, it's ok, because at least he'll have people giving him affection (I hope) and dogs like him to play with.
What's worse is that when I get back the 2nd I only get to enjoy him for a day and then school start. And I'll be out almost ALL day long. Will he think I'm abandoning him again?
I cried like a baby last night thinking that it was his last night with us.........

SEVERAL HOURS LATER......

So I postponed typing out this blog because I had to drop of Macchi at the kennel (sniff sniff) then when I came how i was busy cleaning ALL day. Finally when I was done cleaning I had to pack.
ok, I don't think any of you can imagine how much I had to pack. It was just SO much. There's so much that we're taking for others that we had to sacrifice our clothing and S's Christmas presents. Let's just say that the hubby and I are probably going to be wearing the same shirts over and over again, and Santa was only able to pack ONE gift. Yeah, it was pretty bad.
Well, it's 10:34 here and I'm dying of sleep, because of course S decided to party ALL night last night. Oh and that child can seriously party all night, I'm not exaggerating.
So, even though I'm pretty excited about tomorrow I'm still too upset about Macchi, (BTW S cried like if i was killing her when the Kennel people took him away, which of course made me cry), about the whole cleaning the ENTIRE house bacause the hubby's brother and wifey are staying here, and the whole packing and re-packing and sacrificing OUR stuff situation.
I know Nicaragua will still be a blast. And don't worry I'll take TONES of pictures and show them to you guys. And I know that S is going to have so much fun with her aunt and uncle. But right now, I seriously need a nice hot shower (because can you believe I didn't have time for that either?) a manicure, and a good night's sleep.
When I see you again I'll be in Nicaragua. WOO HOO......

P.S: (I know this isn't a letter, but whatever) Remember I might not be able to read anyone's blog so please check back at all your posts in 2 weeks when I've commented on them.
=)

deep breath in...deeep breath out

I really don't know how one person can contain so much excitement, happiness and energy. I mean, seriously...how am I supposed to live these next 3 days without peeing in my pants of excitement every 5 minutes? I've been packing and re-packing all 4 luggages over and over again. I keep rearranging what I'm going to wear Saturday. I keep taking things out of places and putting them in the bag I'm going to carry. 

It's like the closer I get to leaving the more I'm talking to some people from class. The excitement I'm feeling is palpable ALL over facebook amongst my friends. My graduating class only had 31 people. And it seems as if EVERYONE is going to be in Nica this Christmas break. Almost all of us are graduating in April, 1 of us is graduating now (CONGRATS HELENE!), and a few os us are graduating next school year. So you can imagine how excited we all are because even after 4 years and living away from each other and barely seeing one another during breaks we still kept in contact and we're all going to see each other right now. 

The hubby and I are planning on making up for the last two years of being responsible and "party like a rock star" (name the song). Anyways, we haven't really been out dancing in a while. The other night (you know, my drunken post) was the first time in 2 years where we were actually at a club with dancing. Yeah, we've been to bars, or restaurants that turn into bars at night, but nothing beats dancing while you're a little tipsy. I'm going to have to assume that high is a lot better than a drug-induced one (never taken drugs, so wouldn't know the true comparison). 

Sigh, I'm just so excited. I either eat too much or eat nothing at all since 2 weeks ago. I try writing in my journal or continuing my book, but I can’t keep my hand from fidgeting. I've been playing super old songs that we used to dance to in high school. I've been reading my diaries and the mess we used to get into. Yes, I know, I'm torturing myself, but I can't help it.

I don't think you guys can understand this emotion I'm feeling. It's so bad, it's starting to hurt. But in a good way. I LOVE it. I'm just excited that I even dreamt of my high school last night. UGH! I wish I could bring you along with me so that you can see the awesomeness of Nicaragua. 

I want you all to swear that of any of you are planning on going to Nicaragua you will let me know so that I can go at the same time and show you all the great places. The zip-lining, the cliff-diving (only did it once), the virgin beaches, the lakes, the volcanoes, the scorching towns, the people, La Gigantona (jajajaja), OMG and the food. My goodness the food. Yes, I'm still going to be at least vegetarian while there, but there's still SO much delicious, fattening, yumminess of food. Quesillos, platanitos, tostones, GALLOPINTO, coffee, , YUM!!! My mouth is watering!

bouncing!

this is me bouncing up and down in joy because there's only 4 MORE DAYS until Nicaragua!!! AHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!! How I'm managing to go through the days I have no idea. I keep finding things to do in the house so that time passes by faster.....for example, I've been doing LAUNDRY!!!! I know! and also, I cleaned the house today!!!! If tomorrow I'm still going crazy I might actually wash my dishes by hand...GASP!!!
Here's a little poem

Jumping up and down
Jumping side to side
Why am I jumping?
Cuz' I'm going to meet the tide

Jumping around in circles
Jumping in my chair
Why am I jumping?
Because I going to do my hair!

Jumping as I walk
Jumping as a I dance
Why am I jumping?
Because I'm about to go to France....

Wait, not France!
NICARAGUA!!!!



Ok, that was a CRAPPY poem, but you get my excitement, right? RIGHT?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!

Have a nice rest of tuesday! 4 more days, tee hee!!!!

I <3 me awards...I truly do...

So, I feel pretty awesome right now, thanks to Kathryn. =) I won another award, but I only get to pass it on to three people. =( .... Well, here it is....

Before I go into the 3 fill-ins I'd like to give this award to:
1. my bestie/prima 
2. the coolest photographer i know 
3. a brave/admirable woman

Now the fill-in-the-blanks...



1) My site rocks, because, IDK, I'm not good on self-flattery...let me think...because (jeopardy son sounds in head)......FLASHLIGHT! I got it.....because of my randomness...


2) In my next life I want to come back as I've always said a butterfly, but now I'm not sure. I don't want to come back as a person because I think I'm pretty cool. I think I'd like to have come back as an angel or something. Does that count? Because I think angels are pretty cool and they get to fly without really flying, and the get to live in Heaven, but they can still come to Earth. 


3) For me the best part of blogging is being able to connect with others and realize you're not the only loser/weirdo/idiosyncratic/whatever there is in the world. I love the supposrt regardless of what I do, and I love the good criticisms!


Now the rules: 

The first thing is that you may/may not put this award on your sidebar....and you may/may not link it back to me. I'm not looking for free publicity here....it's all about the loooooove.
The second thing is that you need to fill in the following blanks. You may do that in my comments on my blog, or in a post on your site....I'm not gonna tell you what to do:
1) My site rocks because: ___________________________________________________
2) In my next life, I want to come back as a:____________________________________
Because:__________________________________________________________________
3) For me, the best part of blogging is:_________________________________________
Finally, you may pass this award on to three (3) other deserving blogs as a way to continue passing on the loooove.

FAILURE!!

So, I failed horribly!!! I mean I have been reading books, but I can't seem to come to the computer long enough to write out what I read. I say mission NOT accomplished! It's not my faukt though, I swear! It's my ticket's fault. You know my airplane ticket becasue I'm going to NICARAGUA in 5 DAYS!!!!!!
This is my brain:

and this is my brain on euphoria:

So, I'm super excited! If you cannot tell. So, excited that I'm totally bailing on the whole theme blogged thing. (pauses for awwwwww coming from audience). I've gone shopping, I'm in the process of packing...

 

I actually have two packed luggages....

Yes, I know I still have unfinished laundry, but I mean. Who has time when ALL you're thinking about is going to Nicaragua and knowing you won't have to do laundry, or load the dishwasher do the dishes? I mean I basically won't have to lift a single finger for two whole weeks. It's kinda like having senioritis in high school/college/life....you know you're like down and you've been accepted so why even worry. Well, I know I'm almost in Nicaragua, so why even continue being a housewife?? For sure, I will post pictures (only for you Penny) and talk about my adventures. SQUEAK!!!!! I seriously can't eait. I feel like a today's 13-year-old who is meeting the Jonas Brothers.

I know I'm going to bore you guys, but bare with me these last 5 days. Because I'm only going to talk about Nicaragua.

Oh, and don't hate me for not typing up my criticisms, I mean I know you guys just LOVED that one interpretation SO much.

Three Musketeers

At this point I have already finished 2 books, and I'm almost done with the 3rd one. I decided to switch out the 2nd book with a Jane Austen novel. I'll talk about that one tomorrow with my interpretation of the 3rd book.

For right now, I'll give you my table of post-its as promised and an interpretation of The Three Musketeers by Alexandre Dumas. I would give a summary, but it's unnecessary since I explain basically everything that happens within the interpretation.

There could've been a lot more post-its, but this book dragged a lot of times. Anyways, on with my interpretation. So, to understand what I thought of the book let's reference real facts and have a lesson in literature today. I would talk about it's history, but I believe that sometimes the history of the period the book was written in overshawdows the "awesomeness" of the book by itself. I will say this: keep in mind that the book was written in the late 18th century and that Alexandre Dumas was a French writer. Remember the religious turmoil and how women were viewed back then. And especially remember the rivalry between England and France. Alright, on with the....literary interpretation.

This book falls under the Romantic Genre. What is romanticism you may ask? You've probably heard it before, but describing the era or music. It's a little different for literature. The romantic novels has several characteristics, which I will go over and relate how it's apparent in The Three Musketeers.

Romantic Characteristics:

 1. Imagination and emotion are more important over anything else. This is important in the sense that D'Artagnan is ruled by his emotions. Even though his Father at the beginning of the story tells him to keep his head straight, he continues to get into fights because he feels insulted and for the 2nd half of the book in falls into worse love triangles than the Bermuda Triangle.

2. Intuition is more valued than rules and regulations. This is seen with M. de Treville. He has no reason to hire or take D'Artagnan as a potential musketeer. But he feels as if it is necessary and he has a good feel about D'Artagnan.

3. Rebellion and Revolution are key.  This is very obvious with the whole Cardinal ordeal. How the musketeers are against him and don't listen to him even though relgious figures (especially Cardinals) have greater authority than the King sometimes.

4. There's an emphasis on introspection, psychology, melancholy, and sadness. Athos, one of the most important of the three musketeers, is the exemplefication of this characteristic. He is intellectual and highly intuitive. Yet, he holds this great melencholy for which no one knows until towards the end of the story where the whole feel of the book changes to match Athos melancholy.

5. Freedom from rules. This is the book's story. Yes, the Musketeers work on M. de Treville, but they have a lot of freedom to do what they want and how they want it.

 Romanticism's key elements

1. Quest: This is the mission of the musketeers. The musketeers quest changes 3 times in the story. The first quest was to save the queen from her humiliation. The second quest was to save D'Artagnan's love interest Madame Bonacieux. When she died, the last quest was to kill Milady or Lady de Winter.

2. Love: This is obviously apparent with Aramis and his secret lover and the reason why he wanted to join the Church. D'Artagnan is somewhat of a casanova in this book. And Porthos has an affair with his attronye's rich wife. Whom he ends up marrying after the mysterious death of the mentioned attorney. Can you guess what happened?

3. Immorality: This is a tricky subject within romantic literature because a lot of people want to deny this quality within novels. However, it is apparent and I agree with it being a key element. The heroes of the novel are supposed to be chikvarious and morally correct, right? Well, some of the their actions are questionable. For example, towards the end of the novel they capture Lady de Winter and put her on trial. There are 10 men giving trial to one women. All of them accuse of her several things, and Porthos and one other man are acting as judge. Is this a fair trial? Later, they sentence her to death, so the headsmen cuts her head off despite her writhing and pleas of forgiveness. Don't you think this is wrong despite what she did? What did she do, you want to know...well, she was originally a nun who convinced the main priest to runaway with her and steal the Churh's communion plate. She told him she loved him, but never meant it. For in the next town they espcaped to she "fell in love" with Athos (this explains is mysterious sadness). She leaves Athos and made him believe he killed her. He did try to hang her because she was a fraud, but she faked her own death. She then marred Lord de Winter, and killed his brother. Later she makes love to D'Artagnan and then wants him dead when he didn't want to kill someone for her. When she couldn't kill him, she kills Madame Bonacieux, D'Artagnan's love. Even with all these love tirnagles, she somehow managed to ignite the Cardinalistic war and kill the Duke of Buckingham.

Do you still think she deserved what she got? Maybe, but are you going to tell me the heroes of this story; D'Artagnan, Athos, Aramis, and Porthos, acted morally?

4. Chivalry: Of course the 4 main men are chivalrous and 2 out of the three quests were to save women.

5. Narrative eventfulness: This is the dramatic portion of the novel. With the above descrfiption of Lady de Winter it's obvious how much drama this book contained. Can you believe that Lady de Winter's transgressions is only about 7 chapters out of the entire book?

6. stock characters: Stock characters are the one without real names. The inkeeper, mistress, etc. They're just there to show some familiar qualities that way the reader doesn't feel like the book is purely fantasy-like.

7. relgions: Dumas makes this VERY obvious with the Cardinal's involvement and how he's the number one antagonist. And the Protestant war and all that.

So, there you go. My first book on my reading adventure. Sorry, this one's a little lame, but the book was super long, and it reminded me more of an epic novel than a romantic one. 

shortest post ever. more like a tweet...or FB status BTW I'm a little drunk

OMG, stooped down low just to dance. Went to martini bar, BLEH. But hey, got hit on like (counts in head) 4 times. can't complain. even though that might make me a chonga since they were hitting on me. BUt HEY, i still got it!!!!

Cheating is so wrong

This week I have started to read The Three Musketeers by Alexandre Dumas. I said in my previous post that I was going to read the book sin their original language, but decided against in this one since it about 700 pages long. I just finished Chapter 25 out of 69 chapters. Yeah, I know, it's a lot. There's more chapters than a Harry Potter book, but not more pages. The longest Harry Potter book has close to 900 pages, my guess would be 872.  (Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire...and yes, I actually know these things by memory.) Anyways, TOTALLY off topic.

I'm sure most of us (especially us younger ones, or the ones with kids) have seen the movie Disney's The Three Musketeers. Yeah, so not like the book. Alexandre Dumas is a french writer who started out writing this book as a comedy series (this is the reason for many inexplicable things in this book). So, it starts off just like that. But of course since it's from a different era and Europe the humor is really different then from what we know. For one, it's an intelligent humor heavily influenced by politics and society in France (specifically Pris) during the 1800s. The story is actually mostly about D'Artagnan who has some status in him, but not much. He is later introduced to the infamous three musketeers, Athos, Porthos, and Aramis. At first he gets into fights with them and they despise him, but later they start to like him. D'Artagnan, or DA as I like to call him, seems more like their pet, but at other times their leader. DA isn't an official Musketeer, but M. de Tréville treats him like one and respects him like one also. Alot happens in this half of the book, but at times nothing happens.

Dumas' writing style is really choppy and somewhat disorganized. However, after reading him non-stop you get used to it and then you're better abel to predictable his writing style depending on the mood of what's happening.

This book is definitely a guy's book. There's adventure, there's pointless fighting, there's affairs with pretty women. There's secrecy and honor and rivarly. It's hard for me to relate to the book because I like love. I can read ANY book as long as it has some type of love interest. This book has that, but in the form of affairs. That's one thing I cannot take. I hate affairs and the sense of cheating. If you don't like your hubby or wifey then just get a divorce, don't sneak behind someone else's back and go back to them and kiss them goodnight.

When I started reading about the affairs I had to take a break. Too much negative emotion to continue reading. When I'm done reading the book, probably tomorrow, I'll show my table of pink post-its. I'll explain that when I'm done.

my reading adventure

*takes a deep breath* alright, I'm on the verge of changing things around here. When I first my blog I wanted to make it about books and movies. that didn't work out so well, so I just wrote. I took this blog as a writing project. I already write in a diary, and am currently working on a book. But some days I can't seem to write in either, so I made a point to TRY to write everyday in this blog. Doesn't matter what, I just wanted to keep writing. Keep my vocabulary somewhat acceptable, to make sure the use of grammar wasn't falling apart, and most importantly to work on proofreading (which still hasn't worked out).  However, for the past month and a half I've been wanting to theme my blog again. So many bloggers have a theme, even if it is unintentional and I like the feel of it. For example, at  Penny's you can always expect at least one marvelous photo. at Kathryn's you can except a full on adventure out of the most mundane thing, at WannabeVirginia W.. you can expect expect rants and tidbits of everyday life which makes you feel as if you're connected to her. (BTW, these blogger's paid me to shamelessly advertise them) See, all these bloggers have a theme. Even if they didn't they did, they do. Me on the other hand, I don't feel as if I do. I think my theme as turned into a potpurri of complaints. That's a little sad if that truly is my theme. So, after pondering for 6 weeks now on what my theme could be I decided on something. It wasn't fully my idea, but I think it's a good one. I watched the movie Julie & Julia today (yes, instead of studying). It is a must watch among bloggers, btw. It was truly magnificent and inspiring. The movie was a like a piece of delicious chocolate cake. Soft, light, sweet, and just right to fill that ache in your heart/stomach.
So, (drum roll, please) I'm going to write about books for a whole year. I found a website  that has a list of the Literary Classics and I will read them all in one year. After, or maybe during, I read each one I will come here and write about it. I'll discuss what I liked, didn't like. I'll be an unofficial critic of the world of books we all should've read in school.
Why the classics you ask? Well, I hope to be a writer someday. Maybe not a published and ultra famous writer, but one that is acknowledged. I've always believed you can't truly learn to write well without reading the greats. And let's face it, the classic authors are the greats. If they weren't great they wouldn't still be talked about today. I will learn how to write from the best teachers I could ever have.
So, for the next year I will read about 3 books a week or 14 books a month to ultimately have read 167 books by the end of the year. My first book will naturally be the first one on the list: The Three Muskateers by Alexandre Dumas which was publsihed in 1844.

As a sidenote, I will read the books in their original language. This shouldn't be a problem since most of them are in English, and one of them is in Spanish. The only time you'll see me struggle is with my French which I think two of the books are.
Can't wait to start on the adeventure.


365 days to go and 167 books to read

the product of not studying and feel creatively frustrated! I need a release!

Yeah, long title...well too bad. *sticks out tongue*....just kidding. I LOVE you my now 14 followers. I just want you guys to know how much i appreciate you following me. Anyways, I'm in the middle of finals and hating it. I'm not a crammer I'm a learner. So, I hate having to cram for finals at the end. I rarely do it, but i totally slacked this semester so now i have to cram. bleh.

Here's a poem i wrote instead of studying. This did not happen to me, so don't worry. But the pain that the girl is feeling is similar to what I'm feeling, but for different reasons. BTW i hardly ever write poems or short stories directly about me...i usually just use the same emotion. Just a little tidbit about me. Enjoy the wonderfully morbid poem. =)

Torment

The torment I feel as I walk towards you

envelopes the whole of my heart.

I grip my throat in agonizing gasps

trying to force my lips to part.

“Don’t go!” the words fly out of my mouth.

He turns just to shake his head,

I grip onto air as he walks away.

“Please. I take back what I said”

My world ended the moment his back disappeared.

The music I hear is the sound of the shutting elevator

the sobs of my throat begging for him

my nails in my skin digging a crater.

“Don’t go!” the whisper flows around my head

I lay motionless on the floor he stepped on.

“Please” I hear myself beg,

Silence is his song.

I look back onto that torment,

I see the ghost of the girl I’m no longer.

“Don’t go!” I hear her say

I look back onto that torment and ponder.

“Don’t go” I hear her whisper again.

I turn to look at her as I walk towards the elevators

“I won’t” I respond mournfully

for I know I’m my heart’s own traitor.

my first award. woo hoo!!!!

YAY!!!!!! *breaks out into song and dance* I won an award. my very first award. woo hoo. oh yeah.
*bowing respectfully to Natalie from Serendipitous.* Thank you thank you thank you thank you! for giving me this award. I'll always remember you since you were my first. Ok, so here is the beautiful award! =D

Isn't it GORGEOUS???


Award Rules

1. Accept the award and place it on your blog (CHECK)
2. Include a link back to the blog you received it from. (CHECK)
3. Pass the award to fifteen blogs you enjoy. (CHECK)

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4. Be sure to contact them to let them know they have been awarded. (NOT CHECK.working on it)


P.S: I'm shouting-out to Kathryn, because I think she one lovely blog, but I know she's received TONS of this specific award and the person awarded it to me, also awarded it to her. So, sorry Kathryn for not including you in the 15, but I'm giving you a shout-out here. ;)

damn the man

Instead of studying for my HUGE final I decided to rearrange my desks. I LOVE to rearrange furniture. When I really want to clean a space I HAVE to rearrange it, if not, then it's not clean. About a month ago I rearranged the living room. I LOVE the way it came out. For right now, I don't think I'm going to change it. Right now, I'm loving the way the "office" area is looking. Even though I literally just rearranged it half an hour ago it already looks like a mess. There's xmas gifts in their bags. There's packages every where. I'm working on a book, so I have my muse board with mag cutouts. I have finals all week this week so I have my schedule up. I'm in the middle of making the xmas cards so that's in a box on the floor. My desk is clean at least. It de-de-definitely won't be like that tomorrow. Alright, here are the pictures.

The desk on the left is the "hubby's" desk. It's not really his, but it's not fair that the desk on the right truly is my desk.

 

This is what I see when I sit in y chair. See how clean it looks.

And these are the xmas gifts. I did not pay for all of that, yeah right. My parents have asked me to do the xmas shoppinbg for Santa this year, and on top of that Santa has been sending stuff to my house to take to them when I go in 2 WEEKS!!!

This is my wall. I'm so proud of it. I've always wanted a wall like this and since this is my house I got one. YAY!

This is the rest of my wall. You see those two awards up there? Yeah, I'm that vain. I'm so proud of them. I just got them from being in the psychology honors society. In April by BA will go up there too. I'm so excited for it. =)

So, that's it. That's my big rearrangement of this month. I'm pretty comofrtable right now at my deak writing on my blog. I'm feeling super creative right now. There's a problem however. THE MAN ("damn the man", I whisper to myself quietly) says I need to pass my social psychology class. The class itself is pretty easy. I know almost everything, since it is my LAST psych class. The crux of the matter is that the professor is young and new. He doesn't know how to write exams and he thinks he's making them easy, but he doesn't. This man can barely speak in gramatically correct sentences. How can he write a test, you ask? Exactly! He can't!! For the last exam I studied my booty off. Literally, I lost 7 lbs 5 weeks (of course I gained it back) because i was studying so much that I didn't have time to eat between being a wifey, a mommy, and a friend. And guess what I got?? A 88%. What is that? That was a lot better than my first exam though. I won't even mention that grade. Unfortunately I really need to do well in this test, but how can I study when I want to create beautiful things? How can I study when I want to make my little S giggle? How can I study when I want to........?
Well, I have to study because the man says i have to pass. UGH!! DAMN THE MAN!, Right?