Well, well, well!
What can I say!

I'm not anywhere where I normally write in my blogspot. You'll probably wouldn't be able to guess where I'm at. It's funny that I still feel comfortable here. It's changed a lot. Anyway, mother dearest is having her hair cut and so I had no where else to go except here. I'll probably get up, make up an excuse and leave right after I finish this blog.

I saw The Day After Tomorrow. It was a good movie. I almost cried at the end. You know, when all those BlackHawks are rescuing survivors from New York. Such a beautiful sight to see. That's all the Director had to show, but instead he put the Statue of Liberty in the shot. Anyway, BlackHawks are American, statues are not.

I liked the reverse migration thing. Instead of Mexicans trying to get into the United States, we had all of America trying to get into Mexico. What do you call an American sneaking across the border? Sounds like the beginning of a good joke.

"I guess this time you're really leaving?
I heard your suitcase say goodbye.
Well, as my broken heart lies bleeding,
They say true love, it's suicide.
You say you've cried a thousand rivers,
And now you're swimming for the shore.
You left me drowning in my tears,
And you won't save me anymore."
-Bon Jovi
This is the way I feel today and I don't know why. I have no one to say that too or feel that way about. I'm pathetically numb right now. I just want to forget what flows in my head.

Anyway, yesterday was the last day of working at the library. Matt and Em-J gave me a chocolate fudge cake. From here till the day I die, I'll remember, "Domo Arigato Mister Robato". If you ever need a definition of friends in the dictionary you'll probably see Matt and Em-J's pictures. Just a small observation and exagerration, but the feeling is still there.

Went running today with Amanda. Marines are taking over Memorial Park. Damn them! Anyway, I may not be Army but I'm an "Army groupie" so I tried to keep up to do my ROTC Cadre proud but these Marines were fast. I'll have to apologize to the Cadre for not doing my best. It was fun though.
[I gave them dirty looks and then I hit their fists with my face. I think they got the hint.] Just kidding!

Today was the last day of work. I'm off at 1pm. Actually, I'm off in about 3 minutes. It's funny but I remember the first couple of days here about two years ago. Anyway, times change. All I need to do is wait to be releaved.

I need to remove that picture. Amanda is kicking my as* in the morning run at Memorial Park. I needed a quick break and she took advantage of the situtation and took off like a bat out of hell. She's fast! I didn't catch here for two miles. Well, that was because she stopped, you know, finished her run. It was hard to keep up. I've been working out with someone else in the mornings as well. No names, so don't expect anything now. It's fun but tiring working out twice back-2-back.

FTX 2002 


Well, it has long been coming. I finally figured out how to put pictures on my blog. Have fun.

G-Day +5
I still can't get over the fact that I'm actually an Alumni now. I didn't think I'd make it. I wanted to apply to Notre Dame but they ask for the GRE. THat thing is 115 dollars! I don't think so. Anyway, you'd be happy to know that I passed my Historiography class. I know I was! I passed all my classes and Pres. Ad interm said he read my capstone and liked it. He also said that it is complete and I don't have to worry about it anymore. I don't even crave cigarettes that much anymore. I think it was anticipated stress that made me want to smoke. Well, that's all gone until I apply for grad. school. Tell next time.

"I'm 'Enry the eigth I am. 'Enry the eigth, I am-I am.
I got married to the widow next door.
She's been married seven times before."

Well, that's all folks! I went into Historiography and figured that I'd failed the damn thing. I'm pretty sure I did because it took me about an hour. The rest of the class is still in there. Bad sign? I think so. Anyway, I guess I can walk and do this f*cking class over in the summer. Don't know how I will pay for it, but the lord works in mysterious ways. Kind of f*cked me up this time around, but at least he's getting a laugh out of it. He's probably saying, "Let's make the fatboy dance for his grades". Well, it was a good run.

I'm probably being stupid. I actually think I did good, but every time I think that, something always ends up messing up. Well, it's time for a change!!!!

I did bad ass! I kicked ass! I don't know how I remembered so many historians. Even if I did badly in the test, at least I can come out with the satisfaction that I can actually learn things on historians. I'm too cool and I actually beleive that I can possibly do anything. The above statements are bogus. I actually feel that I did good. YEah ME!!!
Had you going there for a minute, didn't I?!?! Don't worry. I'm happy for how the test went.

5 days and counting.

I took my Ethics final today at 8:30 am. I don't know how it went but I hope it turns out fine. I'm still worried about my Historiography final. I think I know a little more this time around. Not sure how it will go but I do know that I have to graduate or else it will be pointless. Can't wait for the party after graduation. I'm thinking about a Moonwalk. What do you think? I can ask that now because I have COMMENT control!!! I'm so Mexican-Redneck, it's sad. One more and I can relax. Good night. Party on Saturday. I'll have maps for everyone A-Sap...

I think I bombed my Texas History final. Don't get me wrong, I'm sure I didn't fail but I'm as sure that my grade won't be as great. Anyway, it was an awesome trek to graduate. Historiography guy will probably remember my grade from here on in. To tell you the truth, I figured out that grades aren't as important as what you get out of the class. I realize now that the history we read is actually written by real human beings. We've always just looked at the information in books, never at the historians. Now, I can't help but think about the historian because their views are what is in their works. I always thought that what was in the book was what was going on. That cannot be further from the truth. There is bias there. That's what history is. It's everyones interpretation of events that affect them. ANyway, I guess in this day and age grades amount for something. I'm just sorry that what I took from the class doesn't.

I don't know if I told you this before but I'm applying to Norte Dame's history department. I know I'm not Norte Dame material, but I always wanted to apply. I'm just wasting money just to get a letter declining me. That's all I want. Goofy, sure it is, but I also have that small hope that it might come back positive. Long shot, but still. Anyway, I'm also apply to Columbia but that will not happen. I'm morbid, I just want these prestiges schools to tell me to go fly off a bridge. Just so I can show off a letter declinging me admissions. COOOOLLL! I want Norte Dame to send me a letter with the Fighting Irish flicking me off and telling me to go to hell........

Oh, by the way, 7 days and counting.

Nine days and counting.

Look, ma. I have comment capability again.
Damn yanks! Don't know what they're missing out on.
Suuu-eeeee!!
Spank me and call me shirley.

Guess what I did this morning? I woke up next to a beautiful brown-eyed brunette.
I BABYSAT MY GODDAUGHTER!!! Yeah me! Man that girl has lungs but I got her to sleep and I worked on my Ethics paper while she slept. I layed next to her at about 3:30 in the morning and by 4:00, realized that she had moved over towards me. Before I knew it, she had confiscated the entire bed. We slept listening to classical music and opera.
This three month little monster wouldn't go to sleep last night until mom gave her a bath. She woke up at about 5:15 and i fed her, burped her and then we went to the living room to watch MTV and VH1 till her mom came to pick her up.
I just realized that i can't be a father. Last night, while she was crying, she looked up at me with tear filled eyes and my heart melted. I almost started crying myself becuase I didn't know what she wanted. She looked at me like she was disappointed that I didn't know what she wanted. That hurt.
I don't know how women do it. I would doze off every so often but something would wake me up to check her. I had to make sure she was breathing and comfortable before I would relax, but after a few moments of relaxation, I'd have to check her again. I must have slept with my hand on her tummy at some point within those few hours of non-sleep. But I felt good when we were watching videos. She sat between my folded legs on the sofa. Her head was on my stomach and she must have assumed that it was the softest pillow she ever had. Again, YEAH ME! I'm a good Godfather...

Why draw fire!!! Remember that! We were having a discussion at Amy's Ice-Scream the other day and we were talking about how Mexican-Americans like to be behind the scenes. I thought it was something stupid like "we don't like to cause waves when we don't have to". That's true, in a way, but also some of us don't think in general terms. There is a greater cause that must be saught to. That goes for everyone around the world.

14 days and counting!