I'm Back Again

Well as you may know I moved to Florida just recently and I have been in look for a job. But alas now I have found one and the irony is that it is in a pet grooming hotel as a receptionist. Its on the weekends so it is convenient for me and my thesis. I have already passed the first round of interviews in Virgin Record Megastore and it looks promising. The truth is it's not real until I start working. So here is the internet page of Preppy Pets where I will be working in the weekends.
http://www.preppypet.com/kissimmee.html

I have this song stuck in my head now. I really like the track and its naughtiness. LOL. Not that i would ever kiss a girl, but I don't knock it either...lol
Kate Perry- I Kissed a Girl
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EFrYNGGC1CA

I Don't Feel Good....

Well the other day I was feeling good about moving but now I am amongst the vestiges of this life I have lived here in Puerto Rico among friends and family and I don't feel ready to leave. It just hit me all that I will be living behind. It doesn't help that I am watching Sex and the City finale. I don't want to go to Paris to get slapped. This utterly sucks big time. I'm packing my belongings, and putting all my memories in a box to take with me: my first love, my first heartbreak, friends old and new, best friends, old enemies, fallen heroes. Looking at these memories I see that it has been a good life, not a perfect life, but a good one. It's tough to leave it behind with the Care Bears and My Little Ponies. I have stomach flutters invading my system trying to imagine what will come, well it's either that or I was taken by aliens last night and they empregnated me. Oh, well. I'll let you know as soon as I either give birth to an alien or puke.

Summer Changes

Well as you might all already know, I am moving. On July 24th I will be saying good-bye to this Island as my home and embarc on the new journey of finding another place to call home: Florida. Apparently. my birthplace is like a boobie vortex in which once boobies grow up they are swallowed there. Not that I mind. I'm excited about the move and feel kinda bad that I feel so good about it. But since I am all for feeling good screw it... Jajajajaja. *grabbing hairbrush and getting in James Brown tornasol cape and belt out* "Whoa-oa-oa! I feel good, I knew that I would, now I feel good, I knew that I would, now....Whoa! I feel nice, like sugar and spice I feel nice, like sugar and spice" :O Anyways I just thought I should document it in this blog f0r prosperity.

Post- Birthday Thought

Well this is the thought of my 26th year (as I am only allowed one thought a year since Jorge Matojo arrived in our lives... I think....)so here it goes.

Reader Beware: Do not read if you are not in the mood for sad, mushy, philosophical stuff. Just don't read. Don't bother.

Okay so I was watching a film adaptation of The Memory Keeper's Daughter and one of the things in the movie that held my attention was the inability to make a mistake and move on. It struck me that I've seen my life as this joining of mistakes to which I was the biggest one of all. My life has been one big Non- Adventure so-to-speak and by this I mean that I have watched as life has happened to me isn't of actually living it, being taken hostage by a horrible fate. Now I understand that my life has been choices not mistakes. My life has been about choices that I didn't make because I was too terrified of the outcome, too terrified of being responsible for my choices. I won't say that with age comes maturity and wisdom because it doesn't. I'd like to think that with age we get clarity and maybe a new pair of glasses through which to look at life. having come to the understanding of my choices I have become more aware of the life ahead, more prepared to take the responsabilities and joys out there. Fate no longer has me under her spell. I could go the English Major road and start quoting Robert Frost and philosopying about choices and the road ahead, but let's face it none of us is really prepared for the future and trying to plan it to the infinintesimal potency is going to drive us all crazy. I mean... the good part about a good ride in a rollercoaster is not knowing which way it will turn next, isn't it? (Note: Please see that I am not referring to height since I am scared shitless of heights. A good floor-on-my-feet rollercoaster is all I ride in amusement parks..... AND I know what you dirty little minds went to when I said it was the only thing I ride and laughed!! Sick sick people... I have taught you well.*Taking Bow*) I am admittedly scared of the future and the turns it might take, but I'd miss a lot of the exhilaration, screams, and laughter if I keep watching life happen in the sidelines. I've been waiting for my life to start for 26 years thinking that the location would matter, that if I was somewhere else I would be different, feel different... but no place will do that I am the only one that can do that, and I am.

For those who know me I have been dealing with depression for the past eight months, and admittedly eight months ago I wouldn't have thought to reach 26. That's the thing about thinking you don't have a choice or that other people's choices are superior to your choices... you think it long enough that you don't see it changing. I'm glad to say that I am on the mend. The doctor's have given me a good review of my work (and getting better has been a lot of work) and I'm much better, which is not to say I don't suffer from depression still, it just means that I'm better at dealing with my choices. Watching Reality Bites the other day had some insight (yeah I can't believe it either) the Winona Ryder character says to Ethan Hawk "By 23 I was really gonna be somebody...you know," to which Ethan Hawk answers is "All you have to be at 23 is yourself." Kinda ironic to hear the guy who stars in Great Expectation talking about erroneus expectations. But its true. I owe myself to be me. I don't owe the world or my family or my friends to be me. My goal in life is simple. My goal is not to be a professor or a teacher or a mother or a wife or a writer or a poet. My goal is to learn who I am and be whoever that might be. I think finding out who I am is adventure enough for me.

Life is no longer a hopeless dreary affair that I have been obligated to presence like going to Shakespeare class. Life is full of possibilities and choices waiting to be made. There are no mistakes only different choices. From now on might-have-been is a could-be .... "and THAT has made all the difference."


The Non- Adventures of Me have become to a close. Only good times to come....

Love,
SMR

The Gagging Truth: The Funky Spunk Encounter

Well this is one for the books ladies. I already told K-Lo this one and she laughed her ass off so I thought that it would make you all laugh too. So here it goes!!!

Miraculously I have been going the healthy route since my psychologist suggested for me to take vitamins so I have been taking Echinacia, Vitamin C, a multi- vitamin supplement and Vitamin B-12 too.... all in all I am taking about 10 vitamins a day to strengthen my immune system since I'm prone to colds and infections this time of year. So she also suggested that I drink a herbal tea to help me fall asleep without having to take sleeping pills. So I tried it.

I called K-Lo to help me make the tea because I am a tea dummy and she suggested to add lemon and honey. I did. It was horrible!!!! It had a distinct taste of clorox with a piece of poo on toast. I'm sorry I gagged. And I am NOT a gagging woman as you all well know. Es mas!!!! poo on toast is not the right description at all. It tasted as if you are in closed in a English phonebooth with someone just farting to the point of shitting their pants and you are gagging on a shot of funky spunk.

I am not trying that crappy tea ever again. I do not believe in gagging twice.

Hope it made you laugh. SMR

I am Alive and I got Hugged

Okay so since I'm posting it means I am alive so there. You have proof. As to the hugged part well you need to know the background.

Last week I got into some trouble because I have been sincerely relapsing into old ways and that means depression. (But I'm working once again on it and finally getting back my life together. ) You all know from my lack of phone skills I don't like it that much... I much rather email. So I emailed Lisa from CEPA that I had the revista to print but I needed to know how to proceed with the new printer. My fault was in never calling her and waiting to get an answer through email. Lo and behold I get a mean call from.....tun...tun...tun...Batra. Why hadn't I called Lisa? Why wasn't what she asked for already done? etc. etc. Basically I felt like an incompetent moron procrastinator that was also irresponsible. And that is also how I got into my boss' shit list. Yeah you heard it here... I was in Batra's shit list. I put my ass on gear and did what I needed to do. I got ahold of Lisa and she gave me some piss ant excuse for not answering me.

Later that day I got a call from Lisa that there were problems with the printer to which I rapidly called Batra and informed her. I moved quickly and did as I was told immediately. So now it was Lisa and the printers in her shit list.

Fast-foward to the CEA-CC conference three days later...

I went on Saturday and saw her (Batra's) panel. I liked it. Afterwards as the conference ended I approached her. She got a new laptop and had it in a Rolling Stones computer case (surprise, surprise) which reminded me that I had bought her rare to find Rolling Stones pins when I was in Florida. So I tell her "When I was in Florida I saw this and it reminded me of you," and took out the pins. She looked at them as a little kid does a hot fudge sunday and was mesmerized by them, but she didn't take them. I said "These are for you," she took them from my hand and gave me a big hug. I was embarrassed, but glad I bought it for her. She kept smilling at me. We talked about my thesis and told me that it was good and that I was making good progress. I was finally out of her shit list.


As to the CEPA stuff we can't find Lisa or the printers so I have to hunt them down and present their heads in a platter if things don't go well. I'm looking forward to it. :)

Long Time No Blog

Hawdyho peeps. Yeah, I'm alive still. Just haven't had time to post plus nothing interesting has happened. I'm working with thesis and getting my shit done. My mom's in bed with a hurt leg so I am officially the mommy of the house, which sucks.

Today I arrived at 7am to the university and I'll be here until at least 7:30pm. So in order to put me in a more pleasing and "fun" attitude to not murder anyone today, I'm listening to Duran Duran.... thanks to Boobie Vivian who hooked me on them a while ago. I will later go into the Madonna stuff to get my blood pumping. :)

Well that's about all for today, sorry for not being more interesting, but just consult the title of the blog...these are my Non-Adventures after all.