This is offically my last day in san antonio, texas — and I am thrilled. Granted I love my dad’s side of the family & I only get to see them once every 3-5 years (my dad calls it a prision sentence), but they tire me the fuck out. This hasn’t even been a “Vacation” its been more of a job, being thrown around to every family members BBQ or anniversary— and i’m pretty sure we’re not blood related to even 75% that we’ve seen.
We’re spending the last day recovering and hanging out with my Aunt Shirley & her kids (my favorite cousins) and possibly playing Mexican Bingo (didnt know that exist until last night) and possibly eating WhataBurger if i play my cards right.
I have a lot of shit to get back to when I go back home in atlanta, besides FINALLY getting my refund check (Ballin’ son, Ballin’) and being able to pay my bills & rent, I have to make sure the boy’s haven’t blown anything up since they called 3 days ago about breaking the AC. I have to get a few hours in on Halo, because I’m pretty sure I can’t even drive a warthog correctly or lost all ability in throwing a gernade correctly. I think I also have some photoshoots to do, not to mention classes I have to resume. I told my school I was going to a wedding & a funeral which is why I have been gone for so long. Baaaaaaad kc! The bright side is I got a call from the Smithsonian & The Air & Space Museum in DC for a job interview in June. I graduate from the art institute of atlanta with a BA in photography, and I want to work in a museum working in the photography department. So I’m stoked I atleast got a job interview, either way that means I need to get my shit together long enough while I’m in atlanta.
I’m going to miss being in Texas, I kind of like it in this state oddly enough. And I’ll miss having family around. My mom’s side I only got to see 1 aunt 1 uncle and 3 cousins my whole life, so having 700 mexicans to call your own is overwhelming. Hopefully we won’t contract the swine flu. :|
When packing a dress for a “Just in case we have to do something fancy” situation, remember not to pack one of your “Clubbing” dresses. If I don’t buy something suitable to wear tomorrow morning i’m going to look like a 25 cent mexican hooker looking for some tortillas and a green card, with some black stockings to a wedding.
Had a special on TV saying the Titanic Exhibit is said to be haunted at the Georgia Aquarium in Atlanta. I want to goooooo, but everyone i ask says they don’t want to go. fucking poosaay’s. I might just end up going by myself and getting scared off just the ideas that it IS haunted. It ends in atlanta in september.
Anyways, its also said that whereveer the Titanic Exhibit goes (meaning cities) its still haunted so you should check it out if it comes into your town.
I may come off cold to you, end up joking more than being serious. I tend to carry the burdens of the world on my shoulders & have a motherly touch to everything. I come with baggage, & what I mean by baggage Is 2 small dogs (tink & mattie) 3 very old fish (Mastabeta, Yoda & Zorro) 2 messy roommates (tyler & l’moe) and a xbox360 crew that is very selfish with me when it comes to halo time (snoop, beezy ,duane , za & sometimes chao.) My last relationship scortched me, to the point where the effort to even get INTO a relationship might take year(s), but I’m not bitter — I’m cautious. I have selective hearing, and my memory Is about the same as a gold fish. I’m addicted to sex, not on a nympho status, rather — once I get it, I tend to want it all the time. I’ll rub your feet, microwave you some spaghetti o’s, and ask about your day. I don’t have a jealous streak, so don’t bring it out in me. I enjoy kung fu movies, due to the fact I can create my own voice overs & thorougly amuse myself. I laugh at jokes late, & I’m highly sarcastic. My strongest trait is that I have a big heart, My biggest downfall — I have a big heart. I’m not looking for a marriage, I’m not looking to carry your first born right off the bat. I’m looking for a companion. Somebody to grow up with. I want to be able to playing video games with you, comment on porn, dress up in superhero costumes & have a boxing match, and do all the dirty sexual positions i’ve googled online. I’m trying to be a stable female ie; being able to stay in one state for more than a year. I can cook basic food, but I can bake my ass off. I will never be one of those skinny broads (more power to them) I’m half mexican — We’re just built curvy & I will never change that, I embrace my size. I have very high self esteem & I’m very stubborn, but I’m also extremly patient. My glasses take up half my face, and I like skateboarding to my destination rather than driving, matter of fact — I hate driving all together. I have a foul mouth, but also I know how to work it. I’m not scared to tell you to fuck off, but I’m not that mean to rip your heart out. If you choose to be with me, I will make you happy, I will surrender myself to you & hopefully build a trust and a relationship that we both want. I will be there for you through every tear, scratch, fall, and break you have in your life — I won’t walk away from you. But I’m not ready yet, Don’t come searching for me. Give me time to heal from my past, take a lap around the female social pool a couple times. But trust me, when I’m ready & you find me — I’ll blow your mind.
My bizzle for uploading them one by one, but I didn’t feel like going through the hassle of getting all the links :D I’m having a dope ass time down here, It’s rare i get to see ANY part of my dads side of the family since they live in Texas — Most of the time we come down here for Fiesta week every 3-5 years. I got to see my Grandpa Escamilla whom i’ve only see 3 times in the span of 24 years, so that made me beyond geeked since everyone says I get my personality from him.
This isn’t even half my family, saturday i’m sure to get ALOT more people in it.
Anyways, I can’t stay up on the internet much longer due to the fact that i’ve been bootlegging it from a neighbor, therefore i must retire until another day with more pictures.
I’m going to try and go stealth mode via camo power up to capture a phone picture, but as I type this there is a guy wearing a pink tutu with a Halo tshirt. I SHIT YOU NOT. He’s been in two of my classes before, and wears his trademark tutu to school almost everyday. Fuck, I need to graduate from art school.
Instead of going with the safe guy, the one we know that will treat us right, cause less grief, and will love us with no strings attached — we go for the bad boy. The guy that will make us go crazy, fight, bicker, and def not be on the top 10 list of anybody in your family. The guy who will make loving him hurt so much, yet the sex will be amazing from the passion. Why do we do this? I know i’ve passed up on a lot of good nice safe guys for the idiot douchebag for passionate sex, or rather yet - the chase. I want to fall head over heels with the safe guy, but how can a safe guy make loving him seem dangerous? It’s a contridiction. Or maybe we’re just the contridictions.
You can speed it up. You can slow it down. You can even freeze a moment, but you can’t rewind time. You can’t undo what is done. I thought about what he had seen. I thought about what he hadn’t seen. I thought about how I could explain, but the more I thought about it, the more I knew nothing I could say would make his anger go away. How long could I just wait here, delaying the inevitable?
This is where the story begins, with a wee lad of a dog that managed to cause so much hell for me today. Why you might ask? Well let me explain.
I had Rufio this weekend (Since the break up we’ve split weekends between the dogs — yes we’re those kind of people, give me a break DONT JUDGE ME! YEEN KNOW MY LIFE) we decided we’d meet at the halfway point inbetween us which was Swanee, GA (aka bumfuck egypt). As i was pulling off the exit to my destination i noticed that my car was overheating.
WHAT THE FUCK!?!?! that was my natural reaction as smoke was coming from the hood of my car and the meter on the temp gadge was going beyond “hot.” So i started freaking out (natural what females do sometimes when it comes to cars, I’m THAT type of girl. I know basic shit about cars, other shit I just call my dad or brother.) I called my ex to let him know what was going on and to meet me at the Wendys that i pulled into, i followed up that call with my Dad to ask him If i should just call a tow or let the car cool down for about 20min and see what happens — he decided it be best if i wait. 20min pass as i bullshit around with the dogs and chat with my ex for a little bit, i decided the car had enough time to cool down so i turned on the car, once more Rhonda (my devoted honda) decided to overheat once more and smoke up more than snoop dog. I freaked out again. I called my dad and told him the bad news, i asked for the number to the tow company as he was taking his jolly good time i noticed another bad card being delted to me
LOW BATTERY! aw what the fuck, c’mon now.. my cellphone can NOT be dying right now. I quicky rushed my dad to get the number since my phone was dying as he was telling me “866…” [insert dying battery music from an LG verizon phone] I just stared at my phone in utter amazement. WHAT THE FUCK DUDE!??! REALLY?! I threw my phone in the back seat and asked If i could borrow my ex bf’s phone to call my dad, only that would be a good idea if i even KNEW my dads number off the top of my head. Bloody hell. I was stuck at a wendys with a up & smoke car thats overheating with an ex bf who is already fustrated with me for apparently giving him a drama filled day. I only had one option, turn Rhonda on and pray i don’t blow up inside of it — and thats exactly what I did. Traffic was bonkers to get down to the Shell station took foreverrrrr it seemed, my car was smoking everywhere and people let me cross over due to the fact they knew i was struggling. As i get to the Shell station the very helpful guys told me all i needed was coolant and I should be okay to drive home.
THANK GOD! the coolant worked, rhonda seemed to get control of her tempature and my ex stopped giving me the death stare, even though he said “I swear you give me gray hairs” we hugged and I was thankful atleast he put up with me through the ordeal because neither one of us wanted to prolong eachothers visits with eachother longer than it should — the outcome is never really a good one. Me & the dogs drove home safetly without a problem after that. My bad day although, didn’t end there. I come home, turn my phone on and realize…
FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK!!! i missed my photoshoot with dante. I sent him a text saying i’d call him when i was on my way home, but he didn’t get that text I’m guessing. Dante ended up staying at my apartment waiting for me to come home, only for me to have missed him by 10 minutes. I was so fustrated, Dante & I have prolonged this shoot for so long because of the weather that finally we had a day but God delt me the shitty hand. Obviously I’m still in good health but overall it was a pretty shitty day. I figured the day would atleast get somewhat better, I mean how worse can it get? Oh how i was wrong.
YOU HAVE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME MOM. My mother called to tell me that my grandmothers health is getting worse, her kidneys, heart & lungs are failing but they could get better — “You never know what will happen” They say she isn’t good and she’s not out of the woods yet, so I don’t know whats going to happen. Mom told me not to start reacting until she calls me saying “Go to the airport i got your plane ticket come home” until then i can just hope my grandmother pulls through and her health is regained.
So yeah, I can mark this up in the bad day catagory — It’s not close to the end of the night and I’m hoping nothing else bad pops up..if they do I swear to Bob i’m going to chris brown em’
♫ That girl’s like a ghost to me, got her fallin, got her fallin out on me. That girl’s like a ghost to me, Got her fallin. That girl’s like a ghost to me, Don’t you find it all hard to believe. That girl’s like a ghost to me, i see her fallin, fallin. - Mixi ♫
A lovely shout out to ZA my best friend for giving me a promo on her blog site. Check her out as well! She’s beyond dope with the poetry.
These are the kind of days where I just count down until school starts back up again. I feel like I’ve been on summer break rather than ‘spring break’ but that’s how art school is, “You can’t stress creativity.” or some shit like that. Today was a decent day, I didnt wake up until 2pm due to the increase amount of Lando Bauer i recieved last night (wait.. that sounds perverted.) Lando & I decided we were going to make our own map on Halo 3 for capture the flag, He was high & I was amused — two very deadly combinations. Needless to say it’s going on 10PM and we are STILL working on the same map, I am an excellent fort builder by the way. My life has basically been consisting of Halo 3 & Resident Evil for the past few weeks I don’t know what I’m going to do with myself when I’m in class, XBOX360 has made me socially retarded.
I am an avid collector of “Shit you buy when there’s no other shit you want” example A&B a water faucet LCD light that is pretty self explanatory. I have it in my bathroom (which is where i took the picture) I like having all the lights off and turning on the water and seeing my bathroom lit up, see I’m socially retarded — another proof of evidence. If you’re wondering where I got this at, In the “Random Shit to take your money away” section of your local Borders. Sometimes they have really cool shit, like squishy balls that have fake guts/bugs that come spewing out. Even though I know most of my redonk purchases are idiotic, they amuse me. Amuse me enough to be a happy 10yr old kid again (prior to the internet since 10yr olds get nude on myspace and do lines of coke. I mean granted we use to pretend ‘cocaine’ was pixie sticks but nobody was actually stupid enough to snort it. Well, maybe not all….) I may be 24 years old but I don’t think I’ll ever grow up in that sense, I like boxing with inflatable gloves & pretending harry potter spells ACTUALLY work. That’s who I am. Love me yet?