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I MISS XANGA! Honestly, I regret not having the time to entertain this account which I have been holding for over 7 years! hmmm...where to start? I have no idea. Fine. Let's start with the reason why I've decided to write in here again, all of a sudden. Last week, I believe, Thursday it was, a motivational speaker came to speak to us. She was extremely charismatic and REAL to us, a very rare characteristic to many speakers who often lose my attention span. She spoke to my peers and I , about primarily what to do with our lives and college. Yeah, seems like typical trite conversation you'd have with your guidance counselor, but it wasnt. She emphasized a new perspective to look at life with even threw out some good quotes that I even took note of such as "How do you expect to find the right guy, if the WRONG one is standing in his place with you?" or something about being the driver in life and taking control. On the academics part, she told us that the hardest part over 90% of college freshmen students have a problem with is the transition into, college, or pricisely "real life". It takes about 2 semesters for that to happen, and its a crucial process. Theres also a problem with writing. Most freshmen, enter college SUCKING at writing, and so she challenged us to keep a diary and write atleast 1 paragraph per day, without any slang or whatever. The first thing I thought about was my guilt, or ditching xanga for like a year =/. But you cant blame me... CHANGES. No, I am not talking about Obama and his politics. Between this year and last I can tell you I have been either distracted by a$$holes, studying or at one of my 6 days of school or busy grinding my life away at the computer doing work. I seem to have no break, or time for relaxation nowadays. to elaborate on my "6 days of school", I have the normal highschool schedule from 8am-220pm, then on Mondays and Tuesdays, I am currently taking a Sociology Course at York College from 3-430, yes after school. On saturdays, I take my Health Education Course in Nutrition from 9am-12pm. That class is in a series of courses in this Health Professions Program, I am currently enrolled in, also at York College. I often find myself coming home, exhausted or irritable (or a deadly combination of both) but unfortunately, Im not able to sleep, due to the workload I have from these classes and the studying. This year, I hate how I have too much on my plate, but I know its going to pay off someday. The stress is really killing me sometimes. I shouldnt be getting penalized by my parents for trying to fucking relax and hang out for once if I'm not buried alive in work. It pisses me off how they always seem to run their myoptic minds and mouths about how my grades are this or that (above mediocre), in yet they do NOT even know the level of the courses I take nor the quantity. And, NO! I'm not asking for academic attention, right now from them all of a sudden, for what ever they decide to say is not really going to help boost my grades or myself up in anyway. Oh, and I am also trying to snag this internship for the summer at Bellevue/NYU Hospital. I'm still nervously waiting for a reply to know what day would my interview be, on the account that my schools "college advisor" fucked us over with the applications because she failed to inform us that the forms needed to me mailed in by March 20th(I ran home and faxed/scanned it in). Enough of that stressful crap... "The Ex-Factor" You do not know how many times in the past 2 weeks have I been asked, "hows so & so? (my ex)". If this is news to you as well, I am no longer seeing someone not worth the mention. To cut it short, I'm not happy I got dumped (I should have done it a LONG time ago) and I actually had no problem with it, until after, where I received the most disrespect in my life which included "stalking", manipulation, annoying calls & other forms of communicational harassment. The person not worth the mention is one individual that is the epitome of immaturity and a lack of morals. Point blank. Better Things Come, When Your Not Looking At the meniscus of when I thought I was through with dealing with such imbessels, (theres a lot of stories in between) about past November, I met someone new. No, this person is not some type of rebound BS guy,'cause believe me I dont want another person not worth the mention or some boy toy crap, hes just my new paramor. Some frigid night in November, I went to my friend NIKKI's birthday party at her residence. I loved this party because the theme to wear was black and white<3, my fav combination colors for the fall. I attended, kind of nervous, knowing that this particular Jamaican "dude-friend" was coming and was looking forward to speak to me again, because we stopped talking to eachother in school, for unknown reasons (for me, see philophobia). Thinking about it in retrospect, I think it was because I saw he was trying to cross the bounds of our already established close friendship and I didnt want to ruin it, but both ways did inevitably. At the party, I was normal me, quiet and kept to a small group of friends just from school. Then, my lovely GREEK friend brought his weird buddies, one guy that tried to bag Talesha and this extremely tall guy who sat in the corner of the basement looking distraught/upset. I vaguely remembered "the tall guy" as some dude that was apparently "half dominican/ half italian", and people that know me, know that los platanos always win me over! As the night advanced, I spoke to my Jamaican buddy minimally & I had no interests in the tall guy whatsoever, at that point. Jamaican buddy left (his dad threatened to get him arrested, for attending this party w/o permision), and tall guy started looking at me weird, like a goofy STANK LOOK! So, unconsciously I reciprocated his STANK look and he decided to plop his tall skinny ass next to me and start talking to me. Mind you, we both established that night we were not flirting at all but just talking and found out we had ALOT, up to the excessive things in common. It wasnt even major things, but oddly the weird small things. Like many similar interests, baseball teams, GAMES, fashion, etc. He jokes around with me today that what won him over was fanaticism of the Legend of Zelda. Plus, I found out that although he wasnt really Dominican and Italian, he was actually Dominican and Spaniard. After this interrogation, Nikki put on some music and I was bored. So of course I danced with my chicas and mr. Tall guy was like eyeing me and blushing, and then merengue played. I went to take a break, 'cause my merengero partner(CASTROOOO) wasnt there to dance with me and tall guy nervously asked me to dance. I agreed and that was sooo awkward. Dancing merengue with a person 15 inches taller than you! LMFAO. 10 mins passed, I was tired and I went to sit on a table. Tall guy, now known as Jeffrey, again plops his skinny tall ass next to me, kinda close and takes a sip of my drink. He then, still nervously asks me "What are you thinking about?", and I say "You. Why are you so nervous?" he answers "I'm thinking about you too. I think I like you " My answer was like "o...k". Then the next few moments was a barrade of question regarding either how I felt about him and one of the questions was "Do you wanna be with me?" Yeah sure. He proceeded to say he wanted to kiss me, but wasnt sure because it may be to soon and I probably wasnt comfortable with the idea. That was exactly what I was thinking. Tad after midnite, he walked me home with Jexier & Greek buddy, & I waited with him for his bus until my psychotic mother decided to go to my aunts house AT FUCKING MIDNITE, her excuse to look for me. I came home, dazed by the night and all its occurances and also not knowing I was really "going out" with Jeff, even though I said "yeah sure" to his question(I found out the following day or after). Ready to knock out, I received this call asking for Themis (Greek Buddy) and I said WRONG NUMBER and hung up. A minute later, I realized it was Jeff and that second he called again saying he had to be a gentleman and atleast say goodnight, that he also enjoyed the night. Thank you Themis for giving him my number. And that started a platonic relationship almost 5 months down and still counting. In CLOSING... A lot has truly changed about me. I feel that the events of the past and current are in preparation for the "real world" and my role in life. Despite all my stresses and downs I have managed to stay sane thanks to the help of music, venting out, long walks, alone time and BABE, which I will blog some more and in detail about soon.
have i ever told you guys that i've been extremely busy since october?
well i'd love to write a new entry all the time like always but unfortunately i've been tied up with so much things.
first: now that i am a member of the arista society AGAIN, as well as being the secretary[10th grade rep], i have to tutor people almost every day[exceptions to friday] afterschool in either spanish or global[no one ever comes for it =(] i also have to keep my grades high to atleast an 85, so that involves a lot of studying in such a limited amount of time due to the tutoring sessions. additionally i have to get a certain amount of community service hours[most likely 400] and i'm just relizing that its definitely not going to be like the measly 25 hours we had to do in jr high. oh and my schedule is alright, i have lunch only 3 days a week, but i cant go to lunch because i am monitoring for the assistant principal during that period now. thats just a normal school day for me, and then when i get home majority of then time i'm exhausted but i still have to make myself do homework. i also feel bad cuz when i get home my nene wants to talk to me sometimes but he cant because my head is alwaes in the books, or grinding a fucking pen into 10 pages of looseleaf. and no i dont visit him at dozo ne more cuz he told me not to, and besides i have to get home asap to start the work.
this week: yooooo. i sware this is the week i have done the most work ever! man i havent done that much work even during vacation or procrastination days. making the arista meeting posters and posting em from the 4th floor to the basement was ok, but then reading 20 kids incorrect essays in spanish was torture. primarily because they all used that "freetranslations.com" bullsh!et site, which gives wrong translations. for example i had this one chick who wanted to write she hates when her parents ground her. so when she punched it into the site and inserted it into her paper it came out as " me no gusta cuando mis padres molido me." && i was dying of laughter because "molido" although does mean "grounded" it means it in a context of ground spices like pepper. i also did all my hw that is due on tuesday the day it was assiagned, and boy was that so much freaking writing, did i ever mention i have carpal tunnel? sucks cojones for me, and yah so while writing this 4 page crap[handwritten] my right hand starts to cramp up and its just this OUCHY feeling for like 10 mins, and i had to take a break like every 10 mins. and this weekend i have to help my dad with his visual presentation of some nurses week for monday. and NOW i have to print and post flyers all over QV b/c my cousin just lost her dog.
well i have to get back to work and post up these flyers allover qv. so see ya l8er alligator, -cellz aka paletaaaa btw: casi 10 meses con mi nene! as of lunes TQM<3.
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POMERANIAN DOG
-In the QV[queens villy]: springfield blvd/hillside ave area.
·Golden Light Brown
·Small Teacup Size
·**NEEDS MEDICATION REGULARLY**
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-please contact me ASAP if found and email me at either: chingyling124@aol.com or tequieromuchox3@gmail.com
