Rainy Sundays:

ARE THE WORST!

I start school this week and lucky me, totally thought it was next week. Time to get books and get those brain cells to start multiplying. It's also time to figure out how to make my "how I spent my summer" photo post look better than amazing. It's going to be pretty hard to beat last summer, but then again I'm a nobody so the only critic is me. I'm such a nobody, not even my beau responds to my texts. IN FACT, not even my dad responds except for once and it was a picture of my bro playing soccer.  A reason my fan page is forever gone. Depressing; not the fan page part of course. There are still rolls of films to develop so fingers crossed. I know there's an icing in there somewhere.

Since the semester starting a week earlier has taken me by shock, I'm trying to turn a negative into a positive. With fresh classes (finally a semester without repeats!!) and fresh faces -some oldies too- I'm excited to meet new people, hear their daily/weekly subway horror stories, and make friends. I must admit it has gotten lonely this summer with my bros being MIA because of amazing opportunities, girlfriends, and working like a dog - so I'm excited to meet bros who are going to tell me like it is, or them listening to me when I need to hash things out by yelling "cunt".  Ugh, does this make a needy person?? DOES IT?!?! Ugh, I hate sounding/feeling needy - worst feeling in the world. Feels abnormal in my dermis. Trust me, we don't chat longer than an hour because I hate speaking on burning-my-hand-phones but it's feels better to talk than write it in here. Helps me sound less of loser.

To my bros who read this: You're still my bro. Or I can take this as a sign and disconnect my phone and save $$ every month  by getting a house phone.  That actually sounds smart since more than a hundred to keep that baby rolling. Hmm, maybe if my books are too expensive.

Here's my fall schedule for the homies:

• Mondays 
  • work 6-1pm
  • sleep session 2-4pm
  • school  5- 9pm
• Tuesdays 
  • work 6-1pm
  • sleep session 2-4pm
  • school 4-8pm
• Wednesdays
  • school 10-9pm
  • cry in the bathroom session 4pm
• Thursdays
  • school 9-8
  • pass out in class session 7:14pm
• Friday
  • work tba
• Saturday
  • work tba
• Sunday
  • work tba
  • die from exhaustion

Papa is a Razzi

My first communion and the year is unknown. All day long my father snapped away at me doing the universal prayer pose. There's only so much prayer pose a young girl like myself can handle, and that is exactly 39 photos. Once I hit 40 crying will ensue because the Dominican cake becomes a full on tease and the idea of it being edible dissipates. AND, still he kept taking photos regardless of the pouty face (seen here).

Yes, my dad is obsessed with flashing lights and now that cameras have turned digital the pupils, I and my siblings were born with are in grave danger.

I'll pray for my sister and the dangers that await us in Mexico.

Goodbye Friend of Mine

Today will be the day I part ways with a friend. He's been there since my first day of college, real going away to dorm college, and made the transition so easy for me. He's introduced me to many friends, some  who are still around, and made the stress of projects easier by inviting me out. He always knew when. It was perfect. Almost didn't know how my life could operate without his presence there. We also had those days, where I didn't want him around either. He never could stop blabbing and cluing me in on things that didn't need to be cluing in on. I tolerated it. Always did since he was an old friend.

He's held my hair back during rough riding nights and documented summers spent idling in cars. On chilly Saturday nights he kept me entertained. Old jokes would arise and cause my eyes to water from the side stitch pain from laughing too hard. Always at the core and instigating drama, sometimes too much drama. Up front with news that didn't need to be 411-ed to me causing water storm sessions that even the weather channel was not prepared for. He made it so incredibly easy for people to know about my lustful connections, yeah, he had a big mouth. Sometimes, he would even tell my ma what I did last night and how it involved forties, beach nights, smoke, and everything in between. Thanks for that.

The connections with people built because of him was great, but it made these connections impersonal since it was always through him. Always through the middle man, and it's tiring. I miss making my own friends without his help and chatting it up to an actual face compared to a luminous time sucking screen. I miss people asking me "how are you?" compared to the lurking that informs them how I've been. 

I miss my life and how it was without my fascination surrounding facebook.

Farewell Facebook, it was a beautiful run.

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