Oh, Mr. Williams..

GIMME. I'm on a blood-thirsty hunt for this issue - I can guarantee that as soon I as I see this magazine on the bookshelf, consider it bought by yours truly.

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So I found it at a Duane Reade on my way back from depositing my paycheck.. & I proudly say I feel satisfied. Now, the heart-wrenching battle between wanting to preserve the issue, versus wanting to tear up pictures to decorate my white bedroom walls.. Hmm, I should've bought a second one. :(

A Literacy Narrative.

This English essay is going to take me forever, but I actually feel good doing it. I missed having to work on essays & getting back test grades (Aced my Italian test, holler!). Despite the fact that I totally procrastinated 2 weeks of knowing this assignment, I actually don't mind having to cram this 3 page paper all tonight. If anything, I'm intrigued by it. It's a pretty tacky subject, but it wants us to describe & interpret how we individually experience language in our lives. How we grew up around it, what has influenced us, & to find something that holds significance to us.

For my essay, the external source of my choice was the poem "Slip of Tongue" by Adriel Luis. I remember coming across this personal production of the poem a couple of years ago, & the flim only intensified the emotion embedded into the piece of work itself. I fell in love with it eversince.



The thing with me & writing essays, is that I have a massive flow of information that can't wait to be written down - so everything just rushes in all at once. I get lost in attempting to organize what goes where, which ideas seem relevant, & what aspects of the whole paper am I missing. But, I have faith in myself that I'll pull through a half-decent essay. Which reminds me, I have a first draft due for my Psych paper next Tuesday. Joyyy.

Today I spent the entire day at home, resting up yet again. I had one of the biggest scares of my life while making my way home after school yesterday, but I'm feeling much better now. I think over-exhaustion really hit me hard. Haha, I think I forgot what it felt like to be at a healthy state, because I feel amazing right now.

Alright, this intermission will be coupled with some home-cooked dinner, then back to the paper. Pray that I get this thing done before midnight.

Estoy enfermo.

Whatever mutant, insanely weird virus that has been inhabiting my body for the past 2 weeks, this is your final warning. You need to move it along, for the sake of my sanity. I hate having to wake up with a crusty nose, inability to breathe, & feeling like I'm in the phase of a post-beatdown.

Usually when I get sick, I rely on my strong immune system to do me wonders. (Let's face it - I beasted on vegetables when I was little.) A while back when I started noticing symptoms, I took it as getting any other cold - rest up a little bit, dress appropriately (despite what my Mom or you, Babe, think :P), & just go day to day bearing it. I forced myself to attend class, followed by my work shifts at night. I took it as nothing, waiting patiently for the sickness to eventually lighten up off me. Yet it's been a little over 2 weeks, & I still feel horrible. To only make things worse, the symptoms vary, & the only thing that is consistent is that I feel like shit.

Sunday morning, the day that followed Valentine's Day, I was alarmed to wake up in such a bad condition. I could barely speak, my throat felt swollen, & my phlegm-conjested cough did nothing to help. I decided that enough is enough - I needed to see my oh-so wonderful doctor (take note of the sarcasm). I rushed an appointment & drove myself to Elmhurst, only to be packed into a waiting room for 3 hours. "I hate waiting rooms - they're a cess pool of germs." Hahah, credentials to my boyfriend, putting up with the hassle & waiting with me. Turns out they diagnose me with bronchitis, which followed a series of other procedures - physical, urine test, EKG, & a sonogram to be done on my throat to check for swollen areas. Half of the things they scribbled & attempted to inform me on seemed irrelevant - all I wanted to know is what the hell is wrong with me & how do I go about getting rid of it? According to them, it's nothing 3 pages of prescription antibiotics can fix. Which, reminds me, I still have to pick up.

I took advantage of the doctor's note of absence & decided to take Sunday & yesterday off from work. I figured, since I forced myself to keep going about my daily routines weeks ago instead of resting up, I could make up for the lost time now. Staying home all day on a beautiful Monday off would hit the spot, right? Well, half right at least. Last night I went to sleep with a runny nose, but nothing too out of hand. This morning, for the first time in about 10 days, I was not awoken by a sore throat. Things seem to be looking up, but just as I stepped onto the 7 train, a migrane decides to drop bombs on my brain. Following this is a great amount of pain I feel tingling down my arms, spine, & calves. I break into a cold sweat amidst English class, which does nothing for the fact that I'm falling asleep mid-sentence.

I don't know what it is, but I'm sick & tired of being sick & tired - literally. I normally take getting sick as something very minor, a reason to justify the many naps I want to take through out the day. But to be in this condition for half a month? A girl can only take so much. I hate feeling so.. Shitty.

Walking into this computer lab, I anticipated writing an essay. I have a first draft due for English this coming Thursday, & I only found out about it last night while I was combing through my syllabuses. Of course, I choose other ways of occupying my time, ones that are far from productive. Blogging, Facebook, & listening to AJ Rafael on Youtube. Although, a nap sounds amazing right about now..

zZzZz.

I hate having to go day by day like this - pinching every penny in my wallet & bank account, carefully sorting out where to spend, what to spend on, & things I can do without. It's Thursday & I'm just 24 hours away from getting my paycheck. I can tell you that it's been the longest 2 weeks of my life so far. Starting college, getting used to waking up at 6AM, getting myself to class, & emptying out all my dough on books? Completely insane. Damn you to hell college textbooks, for robbing me of my hard-earned money I made by folding clothes all day.

After class, I have work scheduled from 5-11PM. What sucks about it is that they assigned me to attend an employee inventory class, since we're going to need formal training on it & all. I'm definitely not looking forward to working inventory days, because I've already seen some schedules that go from 5PM-2AM. Hell to the no, I have better things to do other than scanning barcodes & boxes all night - it's called sleep, but I don't think my manager's have ever heard of it.

Uniqlo has lost it's hype to me. I used to love the work I did, & I love the employee discount even more.. But now, it's something I drag my ass to without any hopes or expectations. To be completely honest, the only reason I'm still with them is because my coworkers are amazing, & 30% off goes a long way. Hmm, Apple Store anyone? Let's see if I can hold off til Summer (after I get back from Cali, FINGERS CROSSED!).

Weak & sad excuse of an update. Pardon my fatigue.

Hola amigos.

True friendships are ones that can age with years of absence, but find that the deeper ties within them never really fade. I find it amazing, & at the same time truly thankful to have had these influences so far in my life.

Spontaneous yet long overdue, I attended a sleepover with the girls I spent my grammar school years with. You could tell right off the bat that we as a group compliment each other, as oppose to having 6 girls (well, Friday night it was 5 - Melissa was in New Paltz & unable to come down to Nyc for the weekend) with the same similar personalities. The random outbursts of yelling & laughing, swapping stories about how stupid boys are, the over-amount consumptions of alcohol / lack there-of, to just genuinely catching up. The last time I saw these girls, the "group", was my Sophomore year in high school. & Even then, I didn't get to spend the whole day with them. Eating dinosaur chicken nuggets together reminded me of how young & carefree we were, to having a few Coronas & watching rediculous reality shows on MTV shows how true friendships don't change. Rather, they're resiliant & able to change with time. Although I have to admit, I felt a little out of place & uninformed with certain things they were talking about, but it was nothing a good gossip talk could fix up. & Even though it was a pretty eventful & rough night, it hasn't changed the fact that I missed these moments of reliving my early years in St Sebastian's.

To be, I strongly believe that your morals & outlooks on life are a reflection of how you were brought up. I was never given the things that I wanted on a silver plate - so anything I earned, I never took for granted. As a matter of fact, I rarely take things for granted at all. Blame the Cancerian in me for being extremely sentimental over the smallest things. So, just like the little valued things I have in my life, my friendships fall under that category as well. With that said, I found out this past weekend that my friend Erika, whom I met through people who attend SJU, is withdrawing & moving back to her hometown Los Angeles. Although I've only known her for several months, I felt horrible that she's going back for good. Even though she exerted herself as an acquiantence to the guys I used to hang out with in high school, she grew to become a genuine friend to me. Helping her seal up the boxes of clothes & shoes in her dorm & knowing she'd be gone within the week made me realize the situation I was in when I left Chicago - but this time, I was the one staying. Although I'd love for her to kick it out here on the East Coast, you can't hold back someone from being where they truly belong. I now knew what it felt like to leave the friendships I've made during my stay in Chicago, & I'm fully aware of the feelings she's probably going through. Excited to finally be returning to familiar places & people, but hating the fact you're going to be leaving the friendships you've established. But, this is only the beginning, & what are webcams for anyway. (:

It was nice meeting you, Erika "Twin" Cabato.
Although SJU didn't live up to your college expectations, the only thing that comes to my mind right now is that "it's a New York thang". I'll be seeing you sometime in July though, West Coast ain't reaaady. I now have all the more reason to goto California.

Alright, it's a little past 9AM & I totally got my work schedule mixed up. Since I switched shifts with Nick (my Wednesday for his Sunday, aka today), I misread the schedule I wrote down & distorted my time management. I read "Saturday, 9-4pm", which I gave to another coworker yesterday. So there I go, mistakening my Saturday for Sunday, waking up at 7AM & hopping into the shower. Mid-shampoo'ing, I realized the mistake I made & just let out a huge sigh. To basically sum it all up? I could've used this time to catch up on sleep, but now I'm wide awake - great. I have 5 hours to kill until I start to head downtown, & since I'll be getting home late from work I have no choice but to do homework. Bravo, Kay, a truly great performance.

What a dumbass.