June 07, 2008

I am in Puerto Rico, and little pieces of me.

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I hadn't mentioned it yet, but I am in my home, Puerto
Rico, to photograph my dearest, dearest friend Laura's wedding tomorrow Saturday. I traveled for 12 hours, by air and land, arrived so exhausted I could not even attend her ladies' night out on the town. Boo. I really wanted to wear my cute J Crew dress.

I haven't done much, mostly because my body is still in Pacific Standard Time and thus could not wake up early today. But I did manage to buy a whopping $125ish dollars on fantastic fabrics, mostly silk of several kinds. I love silk and linen, my two favorite fabrics. Both represent darling memories of my past; as a little girl my mother would take me fabric window shopping, we couldn't afford all these gorgeous fabrics, so I would just touch them. Silk dupioni has always possessed the most fantastic texture in any textile I've ever come across. My great grandmother Ge~na, bless her soul, used to make her Sunday suits out linen, all so meticulously tailored. She looked so grand in them. That is why I have chosen these fabrics to make my long-awaited (mostly by me) collection. It's my little sentimental shindig :P

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Puerto Rico has been rainy, rainy, rainy....what's new. It always rains like crazy in the Summer. Slightly unbearable, but livable. The economic situation plaguing the island is just... crushing. It gets worse as you inch farther away from the capital. And even there, things are just depressing.

I don't belong here anymore. Sad thought, but then again, I knew that was so about twenty years ago. I was always the more americanized of my friends.

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My flight made a stop in Atlanta, the happiest place on Earth... NOT. Hate that airport. Once out of the plane, I darted towards the Delta information desk and asked... How much it would cost to change my Puerto Rico flight tomorrow and rent a car to... Savannah. It hadn't dawned on me that I was back in my Georgia. I could already taste Cheryl's cupcakes, imagined myself buying pretty ribbons from Liz and checking out the new stores on Broughton. Seeing my friends again before they move on to their new adventures, far away from the Hostess City of the South. The lady did not give me good news, it would take $231 just to change the flight. Let's not even ask about car rental.

Oh well. Savannah will just happen some other time.

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As I made my way to Concourse A, slightly disappointed that my little flight of fancy could not be, I experienced something slightly creepy. An average looking young man comes in, we exchange a brief smile, after a few minutes asks my destination. Awesome, a psycho. I heart me some psychos. I tell him Puerto Rico, he said he's been there and loved it. My turn to ask his destination, because I just can't stop talking to questionable-looking strangers. Why, look at that, he lives in Portland! I tell him I am moving there in a few months and he continues to talk about how great Portland is. Concourse A is here and I need to get out of this train-thingy. As I walk out, he says, "I'll see you in Portland".

Um.

That's cool, just you better not be from Dharma Initiative, because God knows that's what he felt like. Like he was going to impregnate me with some demon child in the hopes that the baby will be the next frakin Jacob.

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What's up with all the mother-frakin in Battlestar Galactica? For reals.

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This is my grandma Lydia. She is awesome. She's not real blood grandma but she has always treated us as if we were. I love her very much.

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Um. The wedding is tomorrow. I hope I do a good job out of it. Also, MMMM Meson. My Rican friends away from the Island know how good these motherfrakers are. mmmmmmmm

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I miss my language. I often forget how beautiful it is. Watched Julieta Venegas sing at Unplugged on MTV Espanol. God, I love her. I just watched this video by Francisca Valenzuela. Had never heard of her till now. Pretty voice, nice piano, great video.

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Is it selfish and stupid to feel lonely? Not lonely as in oh I don't have friends. Lonely as in... I'd like a boyfriend. I am the Eternal Single Girl, having been in relationships for only 20 months out of my 26 years in this world. I am fiercely independent and have never been the kind of girl to go out of my comfortable way to snatch me a guy. I don't do the bar dating scene, random hookups, one-night stands (stop looking at me like that, I'd like to forget that one incident years ago, okay???) or anything like that. Being single just never bothered me...but now... man, I'd like somebody. I feel so selfish praying at night for an encounter with a dashing young man who will sweep me away. That happened once at a park... but it was clearly not meant to be.

To be honest, I'm just so used to being single that I don't know how to behave otherwise. Not to mention I'd have to give up my precious free time for a man. What? Are you kidding me??

*le sigh*

Do I like someone right now? Yes, I do. Why haven't I made a move? Well, let's just say his pretty little ass walks around with a hovering, blinking neon sign that reads DO.NOT.GO.THERE. And trust me, if I told you the reasons, you'd agree with me. Plus I'm leaving in two months, what does it matter.

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I don't care if there are grammar errors. It's one of those nights.

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May 10, 2008

NYC you were awesome, as always.

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YAY New York! You were FANTABULOUSLY AWESOME!! We saw our cousin perform in her thesis play and she was totally awesome, as always, of course.

It was lots of fun times and many pictures will be edited sometime in the next 10 years. But in the meantime, a plan must be undertaken. A HUGE PLAN for my future. Like, huge. One that I have faith will work wonderfully because I will make it work (I'll give you a hint, it deals with an imminent relocation at the end of this Summer).

Below is me in the 81st station by the Museum of Awesome Natural History. God, I love that place so much.

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I feel that this outfit needed something with pattern. Oh well, next time.

ALSO, lesson learned: Do not, I repeat, DO NOT, open your expensive $15 dollar MAC lipgloss at 35,000 feet up in the air while in your plane. The results will leave you crying... or rather, your already empty wallet will cry a long, long river.


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November 10, 2007

Hi San Diego!!

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Why, hello there San Diego, California! You were FANTASTIC!

I spent two awesome days in San Diego with my brother, auntie and uncle and a quick visit to my darling friend Heather (from Savannah!). We were all enamored with this town. One of those places where you feel a certain vibe. I think I will research the job market over there. Oh yes.

And of course, I paid my visits to my Ocean, whom I hadn't felt in six months. How I love you.

Now that I am back in this wretched desert, I have to get back to my usual life of waiting tables, editing pictures, creating pretty things, planning Plan Bs to sail out of Vegas and draining him out my system forever.

In the meantime, because this is one of those nights, I want to share with y'all one of my favorite songs of all time, Toda La Vida, by the Mexican singer (and my Mom's eternal crush) Emmanuel. The video is totally 80s but the lyrics are the playbill for the endless theatrical production of love and life.







Toda la vida coleccionado mil amores
haciendo juegos malabares
Para no amarte en exclusiva.
Toda la vida poniendo trampas al orgullo
tantas historias como estrellas
para no ser esclavo tuyo
Para obtener mi propia musica.

Toda la vida descubriendo puertas a escondidas
para escapar de tus heridas
para buscar la aventuras que me liberen de tus besos
Solo por eso, solo por eso.

Toda la vida para olvidate
para perderte y recuprate
y no dormirme en tus sentidos
como un idiota enamorado desmadejado
Aburrido que se conforma.

Toda la vida marcando numeros secretos
mandando cartas a escondidas
haciendo citas indiscretas
Como un romantico suicida, un suicida.

Toda la vida sabiendo siempre que me esperas
siempre segura de ti misma
siempre mujer siempre perfecta
y yo buscando mi otra musica, mi propia musica,
en mi musica.

Toda la vida pensando siempre en tu egoismo
y por no ser esclavo tuyo
Soy el esclavo de mi mismo.

Toda la vida tirando amor por todos lados
dejando beso enganchados
en cada nueva despedida
Y tu al final la mas querida.

Because the night must go on... a little bit of the musical and emotional genius that is Todd Rundgren. Love him. Love him. This song is just...



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