Rolynda Tienda

Well, I just finished the last 4 certifications for work. Now that I’m in portable electronics, I have to know a bit about everything. An electronics store version of a “Jack-of-all-trades”, if you will. 

Lucky for me, tomorrow is officially my last day in the computer department. I will most definitely not miss it. I mean, every time the supervisor or the general manager says something witty like “Hey, it’s okay, if you ever have to help in computers you’ll already be able to help the customer without much prompting”….

I swear I’m going to avoid the place like the plague as long as I can. 

My main problem with working in the computer section is that the customers are the kind that don’t know what they’re looking for AT ALL and still call the desktop towers “modems”, or know everything and want to make you, as the sales person, feel like a peanut by their “awesome knowledge of tech”. ugh. 

I’ve told hundreds of customers what I think of them under my breath. Being able to say, “oh sorry, I’m helping someone at the moment, but let me find someone in this department that can assist you” (which essentially means: Fuck you, I’m already busy) will make me happy. Very, very happy. 

Also, I made my website pretty by getting one of those flavors.me things. GO SEE! or, you know, don’t… no matter. I just want people to compliment me on my decision to finally get lazy and let one of those “online business card” sites take over my url and make me feel like it was a strategic thing to do instead of a lazy one. 

Whatever. 

NO, it’s not something gross. lol. I couldn’t decide on the colors available on Amazon, so I just caved and went to skullcandy directly and found these. 

I do declare that my laptop, my phone, my usb, and my headphones are now going to match. Well, they’re in a general vicinity of the same color anyway. 

I need to get cases for my ipod to match now. =\

(via istealsouls)

Yay for my submission for the “pic pick” of “yellow” for today.

and Yay for smoke!

Quiz.

Your view on yourself: Other people find you very interesting, but you are really hiding your true self. Your friends love you because you are a good listener. They’ll probably still love you if you learn to be yourself with them.

The type of girlfriend/boyfriend you are looking for: You like serious, smart and determined people. You don’t judge a book by its cover, so good-looking people aren’t necessarily your style. This makes you an attractive person in many people’s eyes.

Your readiness to commit to a relationship: You are ready to commit as soon as you meet the right person. And you believe you will pretty much know as soon as you might that person.

The seriousness of your love: You are very serious about relationships and aren’t interested in wasting time with people you don’t really like. If you meet the right person, you will fall deeply and beautifully in love.

Your views on education: Education is very important in life. You want to study hard and learn as much as you can.

The right job for you: You’re a practical person and will choose a secure job with a steady income. Knowing what you like to do is important. Find a regular job doing just that and you’ll be set for life.

How do you view success: You are afraid of failure and scared to have a go at the career you would like to have in case you don’t succeed. Don’t give up when you haven’t yet even started! Be courageous.

What are you most afraid of: You are afraid of things that you cannot control. Sometimes you show your anger to cover up how you feel.

Who is your true self: You are mature, reasonable, honest and give good advice. People ask for your comments on all sorts of different issues. Sometimes you might find yourself in a dilemma when trapped with a problem, which your heart rather than your head needs to solve.

My friend Phil and I were always bored waiting for school to start. We sat at the same table, day after day, watching people walk by and talking about random bits of books, music, and the latest shows he’d had with his band. Then one day, randomly, we took turns drawing on these pages. For some reason, I kept them. I found them yesterday, and thus they are now scanned and this post shall be tweeted to him. =]

He’s the pencil. I’m the red sharpie. He’s also funnier than I am.

Much funnier.

Well look what finally got to me in the mail. Funny enough, I spent the end of work today watching Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince. 

I tried it on the second I got home and happily enough, perfect. However, I had some qualms on posting this because, as you know, I’m in like with Rupert Grint.

If, by some wonderfully probable chance, I ever met him, and he came across this rather interesting picture of me with a shirt that says I’d be slutty with a character he played… He just might realize that he already has me. The problem with this is, of course, that every girl likes to keep a bit of mystery about her person. This shirt lays it flat on the table as if to say, “Hey, I’m wearing a shirt that says I’d do terrible dirty things to you if you’d let me”, and let’s all be honesty, the ending to that sentence is definitely not “lets be friends”. 

Oh, but I would be friends with him, of course!

I had enough today. I’ve been thinking about it for some time now… just walking into the store and telling him “I Quit!”, then walking out waving my middle finger in his face. The only problem with that is that I’m much more reserved than my imagination. Always have been. But I thought about it, and since this wasn’t the first time this crossed my mind this month, I finally made it a point to build up the guts and talk to my supervisor about it. 

“How does one go about doing a two-weeks notice?” I ask, fully aware that one of my co-workers was next to him.

He acted as if he didn’t hear me, perhaps because he thought that it would be best to speak of it later, or that I wouldn’t mention it ever again. The thing about me is, while I am quite reserved and shy about approaching any kind of confrontation about anything, once I’ve given myself leave of my gut supply, I’m free and sometimes brash. As he made his way to some imaginary urgent task, I followed and tapped him on the shoulder.

“So, who do I talk to about this business of mine?” I ask, staring straight into his eyes, something I’ve noticed bothers him. He doesn’t say anything, but motions for me to follow him, then makes his way to the appliances section of the store. He stops by the false kitchen counters and leans against it, I doing the same, making the appearance of a very private, very urgent discussion. Another associate walks by, almost stops to say something, but moves on quickly as he begins his dictation.

“I know that there is a lot of pressure on you, computers is a difficult area to work in. I understand if you’re having these thoughts, but why all of a sudden?”

“Honestly, I’m having some trouble dealing with a certain manager, I’m sure you know who” I say, glancing sarcastically at him.

“Oh, yes I do.” Great, I thought, I knew it was obvious.

“I feel like I’m getting picked on here, I know he’s not going anywhere and I think the easiest thing to do about this whole situation, besides hiding under the printers whenever he starts narrowing in, is to leave. I’ve thought about moving departments, thinking maybe he’ll leave me alone, but the fact of the matter is that he’s still going to speak to me occasionally and I’m not sure about it”. I shrugged after this. I just wasn’t going to hide it anymore, someone had to know and realize that I hated that man.

“I know how it feels, I’ve been in the same place, imagine the pressure that you feel, and then imagine what I feel as the supervisor. Whatever pressure you’re receiving, it’s double on my end. And you have every right to want to leave, to walk away… but, you know, Sam wants to move to computers, so maybe just switching departments would be good. What do you think? I know that this is the hardest half of the year, right now we’re having all the back to school drive-times going on, and then suddenly we have all the holidays, then black Friday, I get it. Are you sure about what you wanted to do already, or are you still making a decision?” He asks, genuinely concerned.

I don’t know. Quite frankly, I don’t know how to handle understanding people. When I tell someone something like this, something like “Hey, I think I want to quit because I hate that one manager guy and if he even looks at me again I’ll punch him” I expect them to say “well, thats alright, We’ve had a nice time with you working for us, you know where the exit is, your last check will be in the mail”… something like that.

Understanding just throws me off. What do you do with understanding. Understanding is like gray scale when all I’m used to is black and white. It makes things complex and shaded when all I need is a yes or no. Understanding is what keeps people on their toes, because no matter how much you prepare for defeat and loss and winning and being awesome, you never prepare for understanding. No one ever. Understanding people are mythical and rare, like unicorns and chupacabras. Who the hell knows anything about understanding?! does

I don’t know where to go next, so, I tell him that I don’t work until Thursday and that I’ll think about what I really want to do. All the guts I had allotted myself were spent. I was empty and confused, blindsided by the beast that is “understanding”. My belly ached for the rest of my shift, I’ll admit, but I have to give myself something: the next time I saw him, the repulsive manager, and he berated me with annoying observations and petty small talk, I kept myself in check. Not even one sarcastic and angry face was made. 

I walked away from him once, but that was because I was feeling the urge again. The ‘ole punch-his-face-in urge. He tried to follow me, then he disappeared. 

If he berates me if I switch departments, I have grounds for a good loud “Eff off” from me. 

It will feel good.

[VIA: istealsouls]

I ran into him today after watching “Inception” with Noe. Well, technically, I saw his back. We were sitting down at a table eating. I looked up and this person caught my eye. This guy wearing a maroon shirt. 

I thought nothing of it, as I do so often now. I just went back to the conversation about asteroids and Star Fox games. Something kept me wanting to look at that guy again. That guy standing in line, ordering something or other. That guy and his maroon shirt.Naturally I looked back. I noticed that the scribbles on the back of the shirt said “Biologoy” and my eyes widened. Noe looked at me and asked what was wrong. I couldn’t reply so he turned to see what I was looking at. He turned back to me after realizing and said “well, then”. I asked him if we could leave. The guy hadn’t turned around yet, we still had time. 

I could still escape.

He refused, as he hadn’t finished his burger. My face felt hot, but I just focused on Noe and tried to be as focused on the conversation. It didn’t work. I don’t know if he saw me, but I know that they were there for maybe 8 minutes. He was out the door and my urge to look out the window was repressed. 

I never saw his face.

I wonder sometimes if I’ll ever be able to talk about him or see him without the same tight knot reappearing in my stomach. I wonder if I’ll ever just get over it. Noe tried talking me into “confronting” him to get it out of my system, but the thing is… there is nothing to confront. There is absolutely nothing to talk about. I got what I wanted, though not to the extent I would have wished. His heart was broken, but animosity and realization never followed. I haven’t let myself think about what happened, or what didn’t happen, since senior year or high school. One would think that 3 years would take it out of someone, but alas, not me. I don’t even know why I want to run away every time I see him. 

I told Noe that it’s just my way of feeling in control. He ran away from me, to make myself feel better about it, I run away from him… I imagine if I keep it up long enough he’ll forget that it was him that started it and I’ll feel the victor. 

Hopefully at least.

Badass, I thought I was going to end up with the dreaded “I write like Stephenie Meyer” badge. 

Completely late for the pic pick, but yay for dancing pictures!

I’m currently reading “Pride & Prejudice” by Jane Austen. So far, I’m pretty engrossed by it! I haven’t decided if I’m going to go on to “Sense & Sensibility” afterwards. I’m kind of predisposed to read all of the Harry Potter series again before November when the first part of Deathly Hallows is out.

Let me tell you a secret…

I’m pretty sure that once these movies are done…I’m going to die. I honestly can see no possible future after Harry Potter. I mean, okay sure, technically the books are done. It’s over…but the movies are still being released, which kind of makes up for that in a way. Sure, we all know how it ends. We all know what happens…

But we all also know that we are living to simply see how the actions unfold on screen. We want to see if our imaginations in picturing the final battle were in any way correct. We want to know that our love of the series and characters was not in vain. 

It’s kind of sad to talk about a book/movie series this way…I’m completely aware that it makes me a nerd and probably makes me sound like a sad sad person… but fuck you guys.

I grew up with Harry Potter. Be jealous.

Me!: 

March 21- April 19: The Hippogriff

House: Gryffindor
Colors: Maroon, Brown, Bronze
Positive Traits: Playful, Passionate, Optimistic
Negative Traits: Careless, Insensible 
Stone: Ruby
Potion: Strengthening Potion
Class: History of Magic
Spell: Protego Totalum
Plant: Gurdyroot
Compatible With: Dragon, Phoenix, Thestral
Incompatible With: Unicorn, Pixie, Centaur
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Boyfriend!:

July 23- August 23: The Dragon

House: Gryffindor
Colors: Red, Gold, Bronze
Positive Traits: Brave, Enthusiastic, 
Negative Traits: Stubborn, Aggressive
Stone: Garnet
Potion: Felix Felicis
Class: Defense Against the Dark Arts
Spell: Incendio
Plant: Mandrake
Compatible With: Hippogriff, Phoenix, Werewolf
Incompatible With: Pixie, Grindylow, Veela

(via dailypotter)

Well this just proves it doesn’t it? He likes Andy Warhol, as do I. He dresses tres casual, as do I. He has an accent… I want him to talk to me.

All is love. <3 I’m totally following this blog now.

Hot Damn I want to get aviators. =[

Fuck Spiders.

Billy Talent— “Try Honesty”

This song got me through mucho high school drama. <3

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I used to be an artist. Kinda hard for anyone to imagine, but it’s true. I used to live in the art room in high school. I skipped advisory period nearly every day. I got out of as many classes as I could, just to go work on a “project” that involved nothing but me, some paint, and a canvas. A lot of my work was self-portraits, I admit. It wasn’t because I didn’t know how to draw other people, or even that I had a giant ego, It was because I couldn’t ask other people to pose for me. I think about it now, and I think instead of trying to discover different angles and poses, I was really just trying to find myself. 

I haven’t really painted anything since the last day of high school when I finished that painting in the middle of the picture. The one of the girl with her hair flying in the wind with something in the background. That thing in the background was my high school, or at least, a structure at my high school. A giant M or something like that… Either way, I look at it now and I see something different than what I saw on that day, or the 2 weeks that I spent painting that.

Back then, I thought that It was a picture of me outside my art building. Just posing for myself again, same ‘ole self-portrait thing that was really pretty but never meant anything. Just like the rest of my “art”. It never meant anything to me. I don’t even like art that much!

Now, however, I look at it and I see myself questioning where my life would go from there. From that last day in high school. What steps would I take? Where would I end up? That explains the glazed over confused look in my eyes. I still don’t know where I’m going. I just know that art is going to get me there somehow. 

Maybe it’s not going to be my painting, actually, I’m pretty sure it’s not going to be my painting. Maybe it won’t even be my singing, as my little girl “rock star” dream is still alive somewhere… But whatever it is, I hope it has something to do with writing. Even in the picture of some of my old art in this post, you can see that words had a lot to do with my art. Not all of it was just ripped off copies of song lyrics either. A lot of it was just me warbling on about something adolescent or whatever. 

I’m kind of sad to say that I got rid of a lot of my work. Some went to friends in notebooks during that trial where writing an emotional fictional story almost had counselors sent on me. Another was during the end of the year when I just wanted to distance myself as best I could from all of the art junk that made no sense to carry on outside of high school.

The gist of it is… it’s gone. I’ve wanted some back for a while, but it’s just… I honestly can’t remember who I gave what anymore. Maybe it’s just better this way. It gives me reason to paint and write all over again. 

But this is just to say…. I used to be an artist.

I have a new pretty boy on my lists. Aaron Johnson. Many of you know him from the movie “Kickass”, he also played John Lennon in the movie “Nowhere Boy”. 

Get this, I just finally made an effort to know stuff about him and he’s English! I kind of wondered why his voice sounded funny in “Kickass”…. but I digress…

He’s about a year younger than me (making him 20), but he’s engaged and expecting a baby by his 42 year old fiance, Sam Taylor-Wood.  Just so you know, I don’t know if they’ve already had the baby…probably…but yeah. Strange eh? Can’t deny he’s a pretty boy though.

palahniukandchocolate:

(via camouflagecamouflage)

I told my dad that I was going to paint on my walls. I then explained that I was going to actually paint on them, not just change their colors. He said he didn’t care, that he didn’t live in there and have to see it. So the first thing I did was attack with the only kind of paint that I had… watercolors. 

lol

I’m pretty sure that once I get real paint i’m painting something over this…It’s just a marker that reminds me that I can. =]

View from the carport as of 1:49pm. I’ll probably post tomorrow if the net isn’t down.

Well, as I might have mentioned yesterday, my aunt and uncle that live in front of us are going to stay with us for the duration of the storm. I get kicked out of my room (since it’s the only one clean and decent in the house) but on the plus side…they sure do know how to pack.

I hate to admit it, but my family always treat hurricane room lending as slumber parties. This particular aunt and uncle are my favorite because they always bring cookies, cakes, and sodas as “necessities”. =]

They brought corn on the cob today earlier…delicious! 

The downside to this, of course, is that I’m stuck with either the pull out couch in the living room… or one of the beds in my brothers rooms. Both are riddled with yuckyness. I think i’m just gonna sleep on the floor or the couch… idk yet.

So, this hurricane Alex thing, it’s on it’s way to the valley. We’re not in direct line of the storm, but we’re so close it’s not even funny. I WAS going to take a picture of all the people in line in H-E-B and all the aisles of missing corn cans…but on the way out of the store I saw this…purdy.

plus…how mexican is it that the only candles in the store were those that you light at the catholic churches. But how mexican is it that the only candles left by the time we got there were for santisma or whatever. They were black and red with skulls and junk… not even my parents wanted to take them. My mom said they were “scary”…wtf, they’re the same catholic church candles but with different stickers on them. ugh.

I found two normal saints and they took those. =\

Well, I’ve just been told that I work tomorrow and have Wednesday off instead of tomorrow off and work on Wednesday… considering that tropical storm that’s coming, I know I should be happy….

but honestly….

I have the biggest headache, I have to work out today doubly (pure cardio & cardio abs -_-), and the guys at work called me laughing while telling me that I have to work tomorrow, so if they were joking…heads will roll.

Also, I looked like this just an hour ago because of the headache…sans giant head, of course.

So, I just finished seeing “The Fourth Kind”.

Yeah, I know a lot of people watched it ages ago, as it came out in what…2009?! 

My brother has been telling me to watch it because it’s “freaky” and my mom was telling me to watch it because of this time my sister and I were little and we saw a “UFO” while riding in the back of our truck going to my cousins or something like that. I must admit the movie was interesting. I don’t believe I was ever abducted or anything like that… I never saw any “white owl’s” around my house.

I love how people see some kind of movie and suddenly they’re positive something like that has happened to them. Kind of like with that movie about the girl who gets possessed and kills her hubby or something kills her hubby… wtf is it called…”Paranormal Activity”!! My cousins and my sister kept thinking that something was in their house and was going to drag them off the bed. I must admit, however, that really was the scariest part of the movie. I think its a mexican thing, the feet are really important to protect with us.

NO, not because we need them to run from the immigration or anything (ha ha ha -_-). BUT, it has a lot to do with the stories we’re told when we’re children. My grandparents (and parents) always told us stories where if we did something bad (example: kick a frog) a version of whatever we did bad would come and tickle, pull, scratch, or burn our feet. In the case of kicking a frog, the big mama frog would hop its giant ugly fat way into our room, stand (or sit) at the foot of our bed, wake us up so we know that it was there…then mess with our feet.  If we were being an annoying baby crier then the “llorona” is going to appear at the foot of our bed and try to take us thinking that we’re her children.

you know, scary shit like that. I mean, to this day I can’t sleep without making sure my feet are wrapped up in the covers. I’m ticklish. 

Well, back to “The Fourth Kind” I figured since I’ve got aliens on the brain, I’ll tell you of the one time I remember anything “alien” going on around me. Now, that is to say, I have a lot of ghost stories and junk that is some other kind of supernatural that has happened, so my weirdness doesn’t stop here…it’s just the easiest story to tell and the only one that pertains to UFO’s. =]

STORY OF MY UFO ENCOUNTER:

I was like 9 or 10, my sister was 12 or 13, and we were in the back of my dad’s pickup truck on our way to town (this was before it was made illegal). We were talking about how if you stare at the power lines you would eventually get dizzy (didn’t work for me). We were laying on our backs trying to get dizzy with the power lines and then we saw some lights just kind of appear and start moving really fast across and around in the sky. The lights were red and blue, I remember because I thought that those were a weird color for helicopters. My sister kept asking me if I saw what she saw, I said “yeah, lights” and I then thought “wait, helicopters make sounds when they’re that close to people” (I knew this because both television and some guy had a crop duster near by and that shit always woke me up). The thing with the lights was that they were really really fast and it was like it was just one place and then another..but it was completely quiet. Then my sister started getting all freaked out which was freaking me out, then I got like a ringing in my ears and I got up and knocked on the back window of my dad’s pick up truck with my parents and two little brothers inside. They opened the little window and I was telling them about the lights while trying to squeeze into the cab of the truck through the window. My sister had already hidden herself under the toolbox, leaving me to be the only one exposed. My mom told me to calm down and sit down, that there weren’t any lights. When I finally stopped pushing myself into that tiny window I looked up and the lights were gone. So I just sat down again and told my sister that they were gone so she could come back out.

Later, my sister was telling the story about the UFO to my uncles and aunts and grandparents. She drew a picture of it but she did it all wrong and I kept telling her but she just told me I was stupid. Thing is, she kept drawing the UFO like the one that Marvin the Martian had in the cartoons and she drew it as if it was just 6 feet over the truck. Truth is, it was in the sky, low, but NOT that low, and the UFO itself we only saw the lights. Not the actual thing. Or at least, I only saw the lights. But no fucking alien rides in what Marvin the Martian did. That at least I know is ridiculous. 

Right after I finished my workout today (day 18 of Insanity 60!) I headed to the shower. In the shower, I started thinking a good opening for a paragraph for something. So, after singing some old school Maroon5, I rushed back to my room and picked up that red faux-leather journal I bought last week and started writing. I’m excited if this thought process keeps going. =]

oh yeah, also, I played with an Iphone 4 today. My co-worker got his today at the store and he trusted me not to whack it against something. =]. I like it. The end.

apparently, when you make 6 new blogs, delete them all, import all your old blog posts to the main blog, and make another blog…

tumblr doesn’t like you anymore. =\

We made food today. I cooked some chicken fettucini alfredo and some noodles that are my mom’s recipe, which is basically macaroni with spaghetti sauce. the only real secret are the spices from when you boil the macaroni. Everyone knows thats where you get your real flavor from. =]

I just used garlic, onion, red chili peppers, and salt for seasonings. Partly because thats what I always kind of use (varying amounts of each depending on what i’m making) and partly because those are basically all the spices in our cupboard, except for some korean gochujang (red chili paste) and the powder form. 

My brother, technically, he baked. Strange, considering he’s the big “i don’t take shit from no one or nothing” kind of person, he’s also the only one in my family that really likes making cakes and cupcakes and brownies and junk. He’s horrible at doing the deco, but he’ll make pretty decent cakes. I did the actual cooking of the fettucini and the macaroni, he just kind of put them in and took them out of the oven for me. 

I would’ve done it except, you know, I have this inane fear that i’m going to get sucked into the oven and be burned alive very slowly. Something I’m sure turkeys think about incessantly. 

Anywho, As I’m not a big “cooking” kind of person, I figured I’d take some photos of the marvelous (and totally edible) food. Then I figured that unless I had it plated, it really wouldn’t look appealing. I’m right, of course, but plating takes time and patience and can only be done on a full stomach that isn’t rumbling. So heres what stuff looks like before chefs make it look pretty on a plate. 

trust me, much creamier and sexier than it looks right out of the oven. 

Considering my measuring cups and spoons keep disappearing and I had to make these with just the 1/2 cup and the 1/4 cup things…i’d say i did pretty good. 

GPOYW: I’ve got nothing for today. =\

<3 lol.

You’ve taken over from your little box

and dropped down on my head.

The things you wrote, the things you bought,

you’re running with a plague.

I’ve kept them locked away from sight,

for fear that they’ll be seen.

I’ve kept them hidden day and night,

and now it seems routine.

There was a time they made me laugh,

the words and drawings made.

There was a time far in my past, 

but things just aren’t the same.

The words, they love, but honestly,

they’re just thoughts on lines.

The ink can fade, the paper tear,

those thoughts are dead in time.

I’ve kept them though, in that said box,

I’ve kept them like you gave.

They haven’t seen or felt the light,

for our love is in it’s grave.

—Rolynda Tienda

So, sleeping is wonderful. But you know what gets to be kind of uncomfortable for the sex with breasts? I’ll tell you what. Bras. Thats what. Think about it, here you are, trying to get comfortable with something poking you in the ribs and the soft under parts of the boob. Not fun. Sure, you can wear one of those soft bras that doesn’t have underwire and promises softness and feeling nothing, but then somewhere in between dreaming about a really fun party and waking up, that thing gets all twisted up in the most uncomfortable way. I hate wearing bras to sleep. I mean, I do it most of the time, but thats because I’m also quite lazy. I mean, we’re talking about sleeping business and during sleeping times, lazy is all that there is =].

So yeah, down with bras, but only when sleeping, because if you leave the house braless… well that’s just not pretty unless you’re an A cup.

In other news, having this new phone and wanting to use it all the time kind of reminds me about just how little I use my phone in the first place. How sad. =[.

Also, Lately i’ve been feeling all cluttered. Like, I can’t think one thought without everything just jumbling up on me. I’ve been on the verge of just sleeping for a few days straight, but as I’m doing the Insanity workout right now (7 weeks left!) I can’t just knock out after work or whatever like i’m used to. Yeah, downer. However, to deal with the clutter in my mind, I’ve decided to go with a minimalist theme in my room.

This means that all the boxes and bags and papers and notebooks and folders that I have stacked up in my closet… gone. I’m thinking of scanning everything of importance and saving it all on a usb or something. I just have to dedicate a usb to it. [the hard part].

Well, I’ll put pics up when I’m done with the cleaning and junk. I mean, today I found the program to a play I wrote and was a part of in 4th grade. so you can see what kind of pack ratting has been going on.

BTW: Jonah Hex sounds like a terrible movie. And just to prove me right, they have Megan Fox speaking in a “southern” “accent” kind of thing. she sounds like she’s constipated.

Thats all i’m saying.

So, i’m a tiny bit upset at the moment.

I got my phone today from the post office, and it’s spectacular!


it’s beautiful. All the pictures were taken to show the inside of the phone and the outside. And the screen close ups are there to show that I’m connected to T-mobile today. The only troubling thing is that I don’t have the special bubble font that requires a software upgrade (eh, later) and the time is only military time (24 hour).

Well. I was playing with it all day today. It was quite fun. I got home and figured I better start ordering the hard case so I don’t mess it up right away. It came with some plastic cover sticker things full body of phone, but a hard case makes me feel more secure.

I couldn’t find any. Well, I lie, I found some but its on a korean website and I can’t figure out how to order. But while I was searching for “lg lollipop covers” I came across a wonderful little yahoo question.

So, I set about finding out what exactly this “LG dLite” was… This is what I found.

Engadget doing a story on LG and T-mobile kicking off a business deal thing by signing over these three phones. See that picture? See that pink one in the middle… LOOK FAMILIAR?!

yes, T-mobile announced that they’re going to have the LG dLite (U.S version of the Lollipop) and only 2 days after I bought my Lollipop off Ebay.

It’s supposed to come out some time this summer. =[ I’m not gonna be unique in the valley anymore quite probably.

I’m really hoping the LG dLite is going to be missing some stuff that my LG Lollipop has. For the most part, I really want the front facing camera for video calling to be missing. On my unlocked version I have the camera, but the video calling feature can’t work because the 3G on the unlocked version is different and made for asia. Plus I don’t have internet on my plan. Then I can feel relaxed. I also hope it’s expensive-ish.

Damn T-mobile.

But oh well. =]

“So, it’s hurricane season again, isn’t it?” I say bitterly while laying in bed, trying to shield my eyes from daylight lightning bolts streaking across my window blinds.

Well, it needs a bit of work in the run-on area, but you can’t deny the immense truth in all this. I love when it rains, I just hate when there’s mud on my shoes. I don’t mind when I’m barefoot and wading in the puddle sludge mud, or even the frog egg piddle, but being clothed to go out and getting soggy socks never made anyone happy.

I shall post both pictures of my new phone (waiting for me at the post office) and the ensuing wrath of god (the flooding) tomorow.

You know, if there’s electricity for my Internet and such.

:)

Btw, I started the insanity workout program today. I’m tired as he’ll and all I did was the fit test.

Well, the phone I was going on and on about in the last post still hasn’t got here in the mail. You know, I understand that people need breaks and stuff, but when I’m waiting for something expensive and important to me to come in the snail mail, I loathe sundays with a passion.

I think we all know the feeling.

Today, I was slightly forced to go to the flea market in Brownsville with my family. The weather was hot and humid, the temperature HAD to be well above 100 degrees. It may just be me, but I fucking HATE sweating. I don’t like the feeling that something is trickling down my skin, and it certainly doesn’t sit well with me that i’m the one that is producing this liquid without my wanting to.

Maybe my problem is really that I don’t like not having control over things like that. I don’t like feeling like a human, I don’t mind being one, but when I’m sitting around and I know that I’m pretty much exactly like everyone else with the ability to think, it’s just not a happy “I’m so unique” feeling.

I’m unique, just like everyone else. Thats just plain not nice.

Anyway, I was appointed the official baby sitter of Melina this weekend as well. I get home from work and there is the wonderful niece all happy and hyper and waiting for me to take care of her. =\ But alas. She’s quirky, so it was okay. My favorite part is always when they go to sleep either way.

well well. I don’t have much meaning fullness to talk about. I’m kind of bummed because I still have to use my old phone and it’s been zoning in and out and having static attacks.

I don’t like it when my boyfriend sounds like an autobot. Say what you will about Optimus Prime, I still don’t want him to be talking to me right before I go to sleep.

=]

I’ve got this stuck in my head. 

Beautiful- Flickerstick

Well, I broke my phone.

No, I didn’t crack the screen or even chop it in half, more like I accidentally closed a car door on it while it was in my purse and now the “0” button on the keypad is permanently pressed and keeps opening the internet browser and calling people in my contacts…and some random numbers with alot of “0’s”.

Quite frustrating.

Thus, I’m back to my OLD phone, a flip phone that I got free when I first got my T-mobile contract after High School graduation in 2007.

So, naturally, I’ve been searching around for a new phone that doesn’t cost an arm and a leg, and have yet to produce any legitimate results besides a few mediocre phones (1 & 2). Now listen, yes I can very easily get an unlocked cell phone, (i like the Lollipop and Ice Cream) but the dedication it really takes to make sure everything is set up perfectly is daunting to me.

You do have to give me some credit though. I keep seeing interesting phones or coming back to the Sony Ericsson Equinox, but I haven’t bought anything yet. I’ve hesitated, and usually, as I’m an impulse shopper, hesitating means that I’m actually aware that I’m probably going to have this phone for a bit over 2 or 3 years. Thus this is an important purchase, such as my laptop or…I don’t know… the bag of chips I bought last weekend. Important!

So it might be a while before I get to put my crappy old phone back in the closet to wait for another dire emergency.

You know, I’m not asking for much, I just think that if I’m going to be forced into a new phone it might as well be an upgrade from the one I effed up royally. Thats probably been the biggest hesitation set back for me, getting all the specs right, I mean.

The super old phone (currently using due to circumstances) has: 1.3 MP camera/ No memory card slot/ No way to connect to computer/ No headset/ Bluetooth/ 3 free games/ a music player dedicated to ringtones because you can’t put music in it/ tip calculator/ flip phone

The newer old phone (broken) had: 2 MP camera/ micro SD card slot/ computer connection/ bluetooth/ alot of games I added/ gif backgrounds/ dedicated MP3 function/ basic calculator/ alot of music and pictures/ bar phone

Soooo, I naturally want the next phone to have : at least a 3 MP camera/ memory card slot/ computer connection/ bluetooth/ flip phone (safer apparently)/ MP3 player/ and plenty of cute features.

not to mention, it has to be interesting. I liked the equinox mostly because it has all the features i’m asking for, but the downside is that Sony is stuck on proprietary ports and I kind of like 3.5mm jacks, not to mention the negative reviews. =[

I just think i’m gonna have to carry around the old samsung until either the lollipop goes down in price (‘tis the favorite of all phones at the moment) or something delicious comes along.

I was planning on switching to AT&T when the new iPhone comes out, but the call drops on AT&T are abhorrent, so I just don’t know about that just yet. Plus, touch screen phones are intimidating, especially to a fingerprint freak like me.

It’s just a fact.

Thoughts?

EDIT (2:55am): Just bought the Lollipop phone off ebay. yep, lighter wallet.

This is from a real picture of my sister and I. I forget which one I was, most likely the chair one. 

Watercolor.

Favorite Drawing ever. It’s watercolor, pencil, pen, and crayon. It’s also a tree. 

=]

Called “tears”. It’s all completely crayon. 

I figured something out yesterday, apparently, I don’t see lines so much as I see colors. I was thinking that no, i can’t tell you your nose shape compared to some kind of line drawing of a list of noses, but i can tell you the color and color it in awesome. 

strange.

So, I’m at my cousin’s wedding. He’s like the second to last cousin on my dads side of the family that hasn’t been married and doesn’t have any kids. It’s amazing, really. However, as with most everyone, it’s kind of too soon in my opinion. Yeah, sure they graduated together, but they didn’t actually date until about three months ago. But whatever

My own parents never dated a day in their lives and they magically got married and had my sister a short while later. I still tell my mom it was her horrible decision. But alas, to each their own.

My sister dated Pete like nine months before they got engaged, then got pregnant before they got married. And all before she was 21. Kudos, family, for embracing the Mexican in you all.

My younger brother wanted to marry his previous girlfriend at their all intelligent age of 18. He wouldve too, except she was kind of slutty and he was the last to figure it out. Classy.

Me, I used to have those “if we’re not married by 45 then let’s marry each other” kind of stuff, luckily the Mexican tradition of marrying young and populating often has nipped those would-be promises in the bud.

Yay me. And I sure hope they have a happy marriage.

You know, I don’t understand the idea of hugging the bride and groom after the ceremony. I mean, is it not like rubbing the unhappiness of your own marriage or turbulent dating life on theirs? You know, assuming that you’re not happy in your love life, that is.

Otherwise, hug on.

Okay, I’m pretty sure I was supposed to be all bummed about the course today. I mean, 6 hours in a classroom going over every single question that the DMV ever asks on tests? sadness.

However, I’m pretty happy about how this here class went today. we got out about an hour early and I passed with a 95 on the rules and a 100 on the signs.

yeah, i guess I can’t be too happy about it just because we went over the questions right before the test. ha.

Now work tomorrow and driving training this weekend. Then, hopefully next week, drivers license. =]

Self portrait in watercolor. 

I never really did finish it, but at this point it was really more of working with nose. I always liked those art works where they make it look so simple to create a face. This is the closest i ever got.

Another Sophomore year piece of work! The mumblings in the background are insane. I haven’t brought myself to read it all the way through, but I’ll tell you what, I know that I did all of this drawing inside one of the “slambooks” my friend Sammy and I shared. I drew it after finishing my TAKS test in History, I believe. All I had on me was my pencil and my purple pen, so yeah, shove it.

So, yesterday my brother just came in from school or something and told me that he was going to take me to take my written driving exam. I said sure, but that I didn’t have my birth certificate, which resulted in about 3 hours of looking everywhere and not ending up going. I thought that was fine, we’ll go tomorrow (today) and whatever, get it done.

Well, we almost did. I woke up around 11am and started reading the drivers ed book from front to back, It only took about an hour and I was good. My brother got here at 2pm and he said to call to make an appointment, so I do, and voila, where the crazy ensues.

The lady asks me how old I am, I say 21 (yes, embarassingish) and then asks if i’ve taken the 6-hour driving course yet. Confused, I say something really intelligent like “noooo?” and she tells me I have to go do some 6 hour driving course thing and then I can take the driving test. WTF, no one told me. But my brother says he has to go to Tractor Supply to exchange some boots or something so we’ll just drop in.

Essentially, I’m taking the course this Thursday, from 9am to 3pm, in which they’ll go over the whole manual that took me just 1 hour and then give us the written during the last 3o minutes of the course. After that, “If” I pass, I get some lame little certificate then I can go to the DMV and take the driven part of the test. Mind you, the course is costing me $100 and the license itself is $24.

When I got home I googled it and found out this just went into effect March 1st of this year, Fuck me for waiting forever, but whatever, at least it shall get me on some wheels that don’t require foot power.

Of course, considering I work on Friday, I’m going to have to wait until my next off day (hopefully sometime next week) to do the driving test at the DMV.

Well, one step closer, I guess. Oh yeah, as for the birth certificate, I ended up finding it last night. I knew I had put it in one of the books I never read to keep it safe. It’s been lost for like 2 years in my library. Apparently, it was in my bible. LOL.

I was going crazy looking for my birth certificate today and came upon a trove of drawings and sketches I did in middle/high school. I got all excited and decided I’d scan a few and put them up, wait until you see whats up for tomorrow. 

And for those art buffs, this is watercolor and cheap red pen. I titled it “desperation” and the numbers 7/10 were next to it. I know this was done during sophomore year, so i’m going to date it late 2004- early 2005. Cheers.

Clouds in the puddle.

My baby <3

My sister playing guitar.

For my broken.

Another Puddle to Jump over.

The grass is always greener on the other side.

Taken before Hurricane Dolly hit.

Front Yard

Rain on the window.

My late cat Meeko. RIP