tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-126096792024-03-12T21:53:27.648-04:00do it now, remember it laterUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger260125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12609679.post-83781985228843937202012-09-30T15:31:00.002-04:002012-09-30T15:31:22.227-04:00it's been a whileanother year or two since i've posted here. i meant to keep some of my longer winded ramblings over here instead of on my tumblr, but having my thoughts all in one place has just been easier for the past few years. but i think i have more thoughts in my head so i might be back here more often once again.
an update:
i switched jobs after working at one place for the first seven years of my Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12609679.post-81628393798697921242010-11-01T14:25:00.000-04:002010-11-01T14:26:24.330-04:00Do you think people dressed in ponchos and sombreros (ostensibly dressed as “Mexicans”) get embarrassed when they run into me?This was the question I posed to my (Irish/German-American) boyfriend as we wandered around Salem on Halloween and saw our third or fourth sombrero/poncho/mustache combo stroll past us. He asked if it offended me (as a Mexican-American) and I couldn’t give a definitive answer of “Yes” but more like – “it’s annoying and I wish they wouldn’t.” It was hard for me to explain that seeing people Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12609679.post-53182227866256819402010-09-17T14:56:00.001-04:002010-09-17T14:57:53.862-04:00Daddio!In other news, it's my dad's birthday today. He's... a bit older than he was yesterday.I'm sad I can't be down in San Antone to celebrate with him on a sweet bike ride or sweaty hike, but I know we'll make up for it with some quality time when I head home in November.I miss Texas. And I miss my Pops.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12609679.post-32178445672421338462010-09-17T14:53:00.002-04:002010-09-17T14:55:29.679-04:00A ResurrectionThis spot has been abandoned for over a year. I think it's time for me to get back into the habit of writing complete, thoughtful sentences again - prettied up enough for mass (or minute) consumption. I really plan on sticking with it this time. I will bring back my blogger blog. I've missed it.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12609679.post-27020184776153666352009-05-26T22:52:00.000-04:002009-05-26T22:55:17.554-04:00Citizens of the internet, this one is for you.I recently got a facebook message from a friend asking me to remove a couple of pictures of her from my albums. She's not tagged and they're not particularly scandalous in any way, but she said it's not the image she wants to present. Removed, no problem. They were from a few years ago, so totally cool. Whatever.It did get me thinking about the image I myself am building at present. Every time I Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12609679.post-67344956629632918912009-05-26T22:41:00.001-04:002009-05-26T22:42:52.275-04:00It's been almost a year that this guy has sat byA little dusty around here, but I'm going to try and come back.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12609679.post-56269165546596838742008-07-20T21:09:00.000-04:002008-07-20T21:21:40.483-04:00i don't want to join your facebook groupOne of my managers started a facebook group for a work community I’m in and sent an email telling people to join. I do not want to join. But of course, by not joining - they [work people] will notice. I know it’s not a mandatory thing. I could probably speak to my manager about it and explain why I don’t want to join this group on facebook. She’s an awesome person and totally understanding. And Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12609679.post-59949326999916380542008-07-16T20:55:00.001-04:002008-07-16T20:55:35.759-04:00There Will Be ChangeToday while planning some dinner dates with girlfriends and checking for flights to London in between a boat load of meetings and review sessions, I realized what a spoiled, self-centered brat I am and how unhappy I am in spite of it all.I mean, I already knew that I have a good setup in life. Just this weekend I was telling my mother how on the whole, I generally dislike most people as they are Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12609679.post-923654653682030212008-07-14T22:33:00.001-04:002008-07-14T22:33:03.702-04:00finding art on your street williamsburg Originally uploaded by florajasmine one of my favorite parts about my graffiti photography hobby is when i help other people take a second look at the world around them. i know my friends are definitely more aware now than they were before about the streets they walk down. they're used to me pointing out little pieces high and low as we walk along in our cities, sometimes Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12609679.post-33207362167275138812008-07-11T09:21:00.002-04:002008-07-11T09:24:21.863-04:00why are people jerks to strangersi hate that every time i start to feel good about humanity, something happens to remind me that people can be real jerks.yesterday my mom had not one but TWO rude/prejudiced comments thrown at her while in and around my apartment building. my mom who is one of the nicest people i've ever known (and not just cos she gave birth to me) does not deserve anything rude to happen to her. she noticed Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12609679.post-2596785357586681832008-07-03T10:51:00.002-04:002008-07-03T11:00:26.994-04:00i like meoff of the quote i saw yesterday, "“I am a straight woman, and I am confident about my appearance and happy with my body,” i had a quick chat about it with one of my female cousins. we both can say this affirmation without question, but also we understand that it is not the norm for other girls and women to be so confident in their selves. we were raised similarly - first born children with Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12609679.post-20014918430458852272008-06-25T22:57:00.001-04:002008-06-25T22:59:41.502-04:00leaving gram's nest?so today my mom called to say my grandma was upset about my new house in san antonio. she's nervous because it's kind of across town. since the age of 5 i've lived about 4 miles away from my grandma [minus being away in new england]. she picked my brother and i up from elementary, middle and high schools for the majority of our time there. even since i've moved up north and my brother's started Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12609679.post-81120006941851976042008-06-05T23:37:00.002-04:002008-06-05T23:41:59.855-04:00stay tunedi really do mean to write here more frequently, i just keep getting distracted.there's so much going on in my life right now, and i want to document it all but sometimes i'm just too busy or too tired or too lazy to put it all into words.i'm buying a house, with my mom, in san antonio.i'm renting an apartment, with maria, in new york.i'm working a LOT, at the same place i've been for the past 2.5Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12609679.post-37677874146102823462008-05-08T12:53:00.001-04:002008-05-08T12:53:13.007-04:00business casual has a lot of interpretationswhen i decide to wear inappropriate clothing to work and lean heavily on the 'casual' part of business casual i usually am dressed with aims at comfort, as i am today in wide leg khakis and boat shoes. it's as close as i felt like pushing it without actually showing up in sneakers and sweat pants- and getting told to go home. when certain other people wear inappropriate work Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12609679.post-43101270886611858152008-05-05T10:15:00.003-04:002008-05-05T10:18:52.062-04:00so that was my weekend. things i did:had a stack of wheat pancakes and met a waitress who gained 68 lbs when she was preggers. (she looks to weigh about 100 now) decided pregnancy might not be for me.tried to play with a cat like i would with a dog. he wasn't having it.read about a million craigslist apt ads. was sold on apts ranging in rent from 1200 to 5200. dangerous. also found one that looked like a cabana/jungle gym.spilled Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12609679.post-49118802058831707552008-04-24T21:56:00.001-04:002008-04-24T21:59:14.002-04:00Never a Skinny MinnieMy parents raised me with a pretty good self body image. I was a skinny kid. Then I puberty hit and I moved into dorms with an unlimited meal plan at the age of 16. Obviously, I gained some weight. Freshman 15 hit about 2 years early. I don’t think I’ve ever been fat. Or even ‘chubby’. Maybe for a few months sometime at BC when I hated everything and wanted to be in Texas. But other than that, Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12609679.post-29595950124566627162008-04-23T14:44:00.001-04:002008-04-23T14:44:22.374-04:00y'all come back nowI'm South Texas born and raised. I lived there full time until i was 18 and part-time since leaving for college 6.5 years ago. I don't have any real southern accent that people notice. The only Texan thing people catch is that i say y'all. A LOT. Of course, I also now say wicked. A lot.But yeah, no one in my family really has a big southern drawl. None of my friends either. We just Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12609679.post-83703353916337682962008-04-21T23:04:00.003-04:002008-04-21T23:19:49.070-04:00just a girl. with some scabs.my mother has always advised me to pick out my outfits the night before. saves time, saves thinking, etc, etc. sometimes i do this, sometimes i do not. today i checked the weather and obvs know that spring has hit new england. so i think a knee length skirt and some flats will be perfect.only there's a little problem that has recently come to my attention/been bothering me a bit.background: i'm aUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12609679.post-41743303158703784382008-04-13T14:42:00.004-04:002008-04-13T15:04:31.952-04:00fiesta shoebox float paradewhat i can only assume are confused/worried/loving parents have been furiously googling the words, "fiesta, shoebox, float, parade" and keep ending up at this post from last spring. which, honestly, does not give much detail regarding how to build a miniature fiesta float out of a shoebox. i feel bad about that. you, the googling parents, are probably very confused. so i'm writing this post, one Unknownnoreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12609679.post-87327118146004360202008-04-11T13:58:00.000-04:002008-04-11T14:01:21.868-04:00i do dress nice on the weekends. usually...i use fashion (clothing, shoes, bags) as a way calm down when i'm stressed. its weird and superficial but it works for me. whenever i'm freaking out about something serious like work or family or the future of the universe- i take a step back and start to take inventory of my wardrobe, plan outfits, dream up the things i'd love to buy, and re-dress others in my head - and after a few minutes i Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12609679.post-58062207771729946192008-04-11T12:13:00.001-04:002008-04-11T12:13:16.694-04:00Why I Suck, Where I'm Ignorant So I'm pretty sure I've never been in love. I'm getting too old for this. I know people that have been in love 2 or 3 times by my age. (Some of them might be confused and or lying) But even so, I do believe that most people I know have been in love at least once. Me? Never. I've crushed and lusted after a long list of boys and men. But never anything all consuming and long lasting. Sometimes IUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12609679.post-53166235906381784412008-04-10T15:23:00.002-04:002008-04-25T20:15:21.175-04:00musings of a singleton I want a guy to go with me to an indie rock concert not only because he likes me, but also because he loves the band. I need a boy who likes hiking and laying in the grass. The perfect guy will be the one to ask me to go to basketball games and art shows and hip-hop clubs because they’re his thing and he knows I’ll enjoy it. I want a boy who reccomends good books to read and appreciates the litUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12609679.post-89218133957771730082008-04-08T14:37:00.001-04:002008-04-08T14:37:40.704-04:00"the game"the other night, before i passed out at like 930, i was clicking through the telly and happened upon this whack show that i've seen before called the game. its basically about american football W.A.G.s (wives and girlfriends) .in the 5 min i saw this episode, the blonde chick from sweetvalleyhigh told her hubby (hot guy from some cop show) that she married him for his money and then stayed Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12609679.post-19094432997394846012008-03-25T11:24:00.003-04:002008-03-25T11:34:02.220-04:00whoopsI went over to my aunt's house last night with my mom. One of my younger cousin was passed out on the couch and grunted a hello before rolling over into a pillow.After playing 'fashion show' for a bit with my aunt, I realized the evening was going to take a decidedly middle-age mommy turn. Which is, obviously, not really my scene. So while my mom sat in the kitchen with two of my aunts chatting Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12609679.post-40034471532170780922008-03-10T20:43:00.002-04:002008-03-10T20:45:40.484-04:00i feel badcos i haven't written here in ages. my blogspot is looking so abandoned and dusty. it's just that my new digs are so convenient/easy/quick. and i'm so busy/short-attention-spanned/lame.excuses, excuses.i do actually have tons of things i want to take some quality time to write about. to wax on about for paragraphs and paragraphs like the self-indulgent fool that i am.only. i am, 'le tired.'Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0