I hate packing. I hate it. I need boxes and I'm lacking motivation. And my sister won't answer my calls. I think she went to Vegas to get married.

Boo for Rain

Tomorrow I leave for Pensacola. I checked the weather...
dammit. Why did I even bother buying bikinis. I probably won't wear them.

Boxes

So many changes...

These walls have felt so much; every beat of our hearts have resonated within them.

The emotions overflowing this apartment have seeped through the walls and lodged within the cracks. Our past will, in part, stay here.

The joy, the laughter, the meaningless conversations. The fury and anger of raging moments. Much stays behind.

We take what we can in boxes and we walk toward a brighter future; gently and carefully into a haven where new memories are nervously waiting to be created.

Oh, So Pretty

Like my new look? I think I look wonderful

Thank You

This song got me a little bit melancholic. My life has been so awesome. I look back and realize that I've enjoyed every party of it, even the crappy parts... and I've forgotten no one! It's a little bit cheesy but I had to share it!



To my favorite teacher (Ms. Garza) Who told me never give up
To my 5th grade crush Who I thought I really loved (jajaja!)
To the guys I missed And the girls we kissed (no kissing!)
Where are you now?

To my ex-best friends- Don´t know how we grew apart (things happen)
To my favorite band and sing-alongs in my car (1 lebaron... too many blink 182 songs)
To the face I see In my memories (my own)
Where are you now?

Where are you now? (I can facebook stalk you)
Cause I´m thinking of you
You showed me how How to live like I do (yeah you did)
If it wasn´t for you I would never be who I am (thankyou)

To my first "boy"friend I thought for sure was the one (hmmmm...we always knew)
To my last "boy"friend Sorry that I screwed it up
To the ones I loved But didn´t show it enough (I always try my hardest to show it)
Where are you now?

And I´ll never see those days again (I miss you guys!)
And things will never be that way again (I miss those times!)
But that´s just how it goes
People change but I know I won´t forget you (i promise)

To the ones who cared And who were there from the start (always)
To the love that left and took a piece of my heart (it's ok)
To the few who´d swear I´d never go anywhere (u guys ALWAYS believed in me)
Where are you now?

If it wasn´t for you
I would never be who I am
If it wasn´t for you
I´d be nothing

nicknames

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Today I thought of my dearest friend (whom I absolutely adore and miss) Sandra Dee. Her name is not Dee, but I added it for fun.

She calls me sassy sue.

I really LOVE that name.
I really love being THAT character.

What Else Are We Missing

A man sat at a metro station in Washington DC and started to play the violin; it was a cold January morning.

He played six Bach pieces for about 45 minutes. During that time, since it was rush hour, it was calculated that thousands of people went through the station, most of them on their way to work.

Three minutes went by and a middle aged man noticed there was musician playing. He slowed his pace and stopped for a few seconds and then hurried up to meet his schedule.

A minute later, the violinist received his first dollar tip: a woman threw the money in the till and without stopping continued to walk.

A few minutes later, someone leaned against the wall to listen to him, but the man looked at his watch and started to walk again. Clearly he was late for work.

The one who paid the most attention was a 3 year old boy. His mother tagged him along, hurried but the kid stopped to look at the violinist. Finally the mother pushed hard and the child continued to walk turning his head all the time. Every single time a child walked past, he or she tried to stop and watch. All the parents, without exception, forced them to move on.

In the 45 minutes the musician played, only 6 people stopped and stayed for a while. About 20 gave him money but continued to walk their normal pace.
He collected $32.
When he finished playing and silence took over, no one noticed it.
No one applauded, nor was there any recognition.

No one knew this but the violinist was Joshua Bell, one of the best musicians in the world. He played one of the most intricate pieces ever written with a violin worth 3.5 million dollars.

Two days before his playing in the subway, Joshua Bell sold out at a theater in Boston and the seats average $100.

Joshua Bell playing incognito in the metro station was organized by the Washington Post as part of an social experiment about perception, taste and priorities of people. The outlines were: in a commonplace environment at an inappropriate hour: Do we perceive beauty? Do we stop to appreciate it? Do we recognize the talent in an unexpected context?

One of the possible conclusions from this experience could be:

If we do not have a moment to stop and listen to one of the best musicians in the world playing the best music ever written, how many other things are we missing?


(via:christinaheartsyou) (via:terminally-incoherent:soupsoup) (via kaytee) (via upanddowns) (via amberfersure) (via horriblywonderful) (via alyssavn)

Standing Without a Spotlight

The dark skies stand above us.
Everybody watches in their abscence.
Alone it feels everytime the world has fallen asleep.

The light the world shines upon it clouds his freckles.

Those freckles that give hope,
that take us back to elementary when we would still wish upon a star.
The guiding light for many, and the cause of tears for others.

Oh, how I love starry skies.
How I miss the me I knew in elementary.
How I miss wishing upon any star, shooting or stationery.
How I miss feeling like I am guided by something ungraspable.

Yesterday,
we all had a deep and meaninful
conversation about
something.

I'm not sure about what.

But I'm sure it was about something
deep and meaningful.

Angelina Holding Lemons?

I've gotta say, I'm not Lauren Conrad's biggest fan (not at the very least) but this comment made my day- it's the funniest thing ever...especially if you create a mental picture. Haha. I like LC now.

On Heidi and Spencer vs. Angelina and Brad: "They're completely different. The next time Angelina and Brad go shopping in the market and Angelina holds up two melons and smiles for a photograph, then they will be similar. . . .The face mask on vacation: I don't know if it was so funny because people really were being affected by [swine flu]. But otherwise [Heidi and Spencer] are very entertaining. You have to laugh."

image via holly.skye , translated lyrics "Aqui Estoy Yo" by Luis Fonsi

reason being...

you're stupid. you're an idiot. you love her and she loves you and you love each other. but you can't be together. you can't be together because you're stupid and because you're an idiot. and that's the only reason you can't be together. and that right there is the stupidest thing i've ever had to live through.

jajajajajaj

this

one's

for

you

When I read this, I knew I had to share it. Just put it out there for some people to see, for people to share it, for people to pass it on.

"In the end, the experiences we had together, and the memories that then formed, those didn’t matter.

Instead, it was the absence of memory that defined our togetherness, the things we never did together: we never kissed in the rain; we tried once, but it was only drizzling.

We never spent the night together as teenagers, there never came a weekend when parents went out of town.

We never had dancing lessons or took a summer art class together.

Those g a p s in memory are what give birth to loneliness, when all you can remember are all the things you did not do , things you only read in books or saw in movies, superimposing your faces onto perfectly framed bodies.

That is love, when you only wish you had done more. It’s almost as though you feel you are forgetting something, you are forgetting that there is nothing to forget. It is something the opposite of amnesia. We are all scrambling to recover memories of lives we never led. The list goes on: we never made love in a hotel in South Carolina. We never visited the Smithsonian. We never held hands and watched fireworks on the Fourth of July.

We never, we never, we never.

—
Bernard Hitch, 67. Excerpt from “True Accounts of Love and Loss as Reported by Bethany Bailey, Special to the Tribune.”
(via christinaheartsyou.tumblr.com)

I'm taking a left. Anyone wanna join?

“That’s what real love amounts to- letting a person be what he really is. Most people love you for who you pretend to be. To keep their love, you keep pretending- performing. You get to love your pretence. It’s true, we’re locked in an image, an act-”
— Jim Morrison

I promise I will not pretend
I promise I will not lie
I promise I'll let you be
Completely and utterly surprised

I promise you'll fall in or out
But you will fall with or of who I really am

People change and I , I am people
I have and will

I'll be influenced, I'll be beaten
I'll learn and I will ignore

But I, I will be me

My way

This song takes me back to when I first heard it. I would sing it as loud as I could, and I would say "I will live like this". Sometimes it's fun when you don't do things your OWN way... but it's fun when you do. Anyway, ignore the video, enjoy this sweet rendition :D

day one of 2009

I woke up this morning thinking about that day when I walked on my own to the local starbucks to wait for my sisters to be ready. 2008 had been a difficult year for the people around me and myself... the reasons were different, but the gauge of tears had been overused. The morning was cool, and the streets were empty (what would you expect from the first day of the year?) I had my copy of "The shack" in one hand, my grande coffee in the other, and pounds of thoughts occupying my brain. I sat there, thinking about how different I wanted this year to be.

I took a pen from my purse and my starbucks napkin and wrote my new years resolutions. I gave myself 5 minutes to write what really mattered without thinking too much about it.

I am going to share this, because I feel proud of what I have accomplished so far. I'm not finished, and somethings I won't do, but it's nice to be breathing again.

1. Read the bible every day, meditate, and live it. (mmmm ... oops... I have tried! I'll keep trying)


2. Become the lead teacher/have my own classroom. (tears... I did it! I did it! I couldn't have done it without so many people. They saved me)


3. Read the Divine Comedy by Dante Alighieri (I'm not finished with it)


4. Write more - philosophies and thoughts (I'd had a blog for the past 2 or 3 years and I had never written enough. something always got in the way. I'd had journals filled with notes and songs but never completed... So I've been writing wherever I can , whenever I can and I love it.


5. Run a marathon... (I'm still a little bit scared of training...for health reasons)


6. Be patient with my parents (I have! I've done it! It's not so hard )


7. Judge other relationships less. (give me credit... it's hard not to judge couples that are little PDAers and GROPERS)


8. Get to know two members of my family a little bit better


9. Give second chances..


10. Believe in people


11. Live and Love EVERYTHING

I gotta hand it to me... I think I've done a good job. :)

1,2,3

on the count of three i will

1. turn around
2. shove a cookie up his mouth
3. kick him in the shins
4. and run wildly with my hands waving in the air while imitating his laugh

i'm starring at the light because maybe it can guide me....

just try us

heart breakers, gossipers, liars, and cheaters.

stop lights, yellow lights, and unpaid street meters.

you who don't care about tearing us down

you who smile each time we frown

skeletons in our closets, and secrets we keep

traumas and saddnesses buried so deep

hitters, get madders, pushers and shovers

unbelievers, neglecters, nogooders and doubters

WE'LL KICK YOUR ASS :D

I don't get it. Change... change... change... I'm open to it. As a matter of fact I was always forced into it... it was always the option. Pushover. That's what I feel like sometimes. I keep doing what people want me to do... I've always done what people expect from me... and to this day all I keep hearing people want from me is to change. I have changed. I am different. And apparently what I changed from is what everyone else is trying to be now, and I try to go back to it and I'm the unoriginal. I embrace change, butterflies wouldn't exist without it. But quit trying to tell me what to do, or who to be. I'm figuring it out.

Everything seemed okay

You never see the hard days in a photo album... but those are the ones that get you from one happy snapshot to the next....sometimes

Just Married

It's not wingardium leviosa....

Oh, how this kids have changed. Way before their hairy chins and fashion sense came "Harry Potter and The Sorcerer's Stone". Tonight I was watching this with some of my favorite people... my Harry and my Hermoinies... even a dog watching over a trap door.. and I thought to myself, "Did they ever in their wildest dreams imagine that they would come this far".

We never know what life has prepared for us... even if we aren't ready or prepared, it brings us great surprises. The magic comes when you let those surprises sweep you off your feet, knock you out, and tickle you in the tummy.

I think my life has had a little bit of my own "oculus repairum", hehe.

i want it back

letting go of something you weren't ready to let go of is the hardest.

about life

random conversations in the middle of the night with my sisters are the ones that i enjoy the most. we need to run away together soon.

flying

At any given moment in our lives we are faced with the grand decision of being happy... being content with who we are and what we've done.

Today while talking with a friend over some chips, salsa, and a beer she said something her dad told her when she was on the verge of reaching "womanhood". "Mariana," he said, "whatever you do, whatever choice you make and whatever action you take do it on purpose. Do it because you want to and not because anyone else made you do it. Make your decision and own it."

At that moment... the moment when she told me her story... I knew I'd take it to heart. I have chosen my path... I have made my choices... I've loved and lost; tried and failed; ran and walked. I have breathed. I have chosen.

I will walk in the direction of my dreams. I will make my own decisions. I will be passionate. I will be wild. I will be crazy. I will be a dreamer. I will sing christmas songs in summer. I WILL BE HAPPY (hell, I AM!). I will be me. I will wake up every day with a purpose- the purpose to love everything that surrounds me.

This is my life, and I am the protagonist.

about love

I've found almost everything ever written about love to be true. Shakespeare said "Journeys end in lovers meeting." What an extraordinary thought. ... I suppose I think about love more than anyone really should.

I am constantly amazed by its sheer power to alter and define our lives.

It was Shakespeare who also said "love is blind".

Now that is something I know to be true. For some quite inexplicably, love fades; for others love is simply lost. But then of course love can also be found, even if just for the night. And then, there's another kind of love: the cruelest kind. The one that almost kills its victims. Its called unrequited love...

The holiday

shit.