La gringa chilena

I love Cinnamon Toast Crunch Amongst other things. Tomorrow I go back to class. Boo. In the beginning I was dreading Thanksgiving break, just wanted to go straight to finals week. Then I realized that sleep is amazing and I love watching parks and rec in bed with my dog, and finals week can suck it.  Tomorrow I go back to class. One week to prepare for four finals, four tests that will determine whether my GPA finally rises or falls so maybe one day I can get into graduate school and work as a spy for the CIA and be able to buy all the pancakes in the world. And Apple Jacks.  lol bye

I haven't been feeling as thankful lately. I'm here, I'm alive, but sometimes I forget about the blessings. So here goes:  I am thankful for a chance to study here in Missouri. I've learned how to classify 25 minerals, how to be kind of responsible, how to look cute at 9:30 in the morning. But most of all, thankful that I have the opportunity to study.  I am thankful for my mother. When I got here, she realized that no one texted me anymore, no one wanted to hang out, and she volunteered to be my best friend. At the time, I didn't take her seriously. But she is my best friend, muyyyy apanadora, muy top.  I am thankful for a job that I actually enjoy. Selling fast food isn't the most fulfilling thing I've ever done but it definitely isn't the worst.  I am thankful for cute shoes on sale, large cokes, and prom dresses.  I am thankful for the YSA ward. I thought it would be the worst, no offense, but I actually had the chance to go out a lot w...

Hay personas que llegan a tu vida por una razón y al tiempo indicado. Y al llegar a Chile, esa persona fue Scarlett Pontillo. Hoy me dijo que ella se casara. Y hoy, solo siento gozo por ella y las bendiciones que vendrán para ella y el Martín. La Scarlett y el Martín he tenido la mansa historia. Y yo he tenido el privilegio de verlo casi todo, desde el día que se conocieron. Yo me acuerdo de cuando la Scarlett y yo fuimos juntos a ese baile JAS. Como muchas historias de amor mormona, ellos se conocieron en ISO. Había una conexión instantánea cuando la invito a bailar, y al ver al Martín después en el McDonalds, fue obvio que el ya estaba enamorado. En los meses que seguían, salían harto. Aunque vivían lejos uno del otro, siempre hicieron los sacrificios para verse. Hasta que, ni me acuerdo porque, el Martín callo en 'the friendzone'. Y callo fuerte. Pobre Martín. Salir del Friendzone es casi imposible Es un hecho que todos los hombres saben. Hay que tomar una decis...

I don't know why I thought it was going to be a good idea to take a class on critical approaches to literature, nor can I remember why I thought it would be fun. It isn't. Four hours have passed and I'm still sitting here, computer on my lap, jstore tabs open, yet to decide on a topic, on anything really. The assignment is to use textual or literary devices and a form of literary criticism to right a final paper for this class. I just wish I knew what that meant. So I figured I'd blog, blog until I decipher these articles I have pulled up, maybe take a break to cry a little about paying for this semester. On the plus side, I also bought shoes today. One more day till Thanksgiving break. I have better things to write about but I don't want to write them. Does that make sense? I should go to bed. Homework can wait till 2morow. ILY.

It stresses me out. It makes me stupid. It is weird. There are too many coincidences. It makes me goofy. It takes over my mind. It makes me wonder if you are the one I want for the rest of my life? It makes me miss you. There are too many memories in just a couple months. Is it crazy to do one last hoorah? One last attempt, one last question? Do you want to be with me? Is that how you really feel? Is the truth too much to ask for this time? Heartbreak: I stop eating It makes me nauseous I go to the doctor but I know what's wrong It makes me miss you more It twists up my mind I wonder how we got to this place And when it'll stop feeling like a sharp pain in my stomach Where did the butterflies go? It makes me wonder if I should give up on you Too many reminders of you How did you forget? It stresses me out

Estoy parada en la fila para votar. Decir que es larga sería poco porque es terribleeeeee larga. La pregunta que está en la mente de toda América, y el mundo, lo puedes ver en la cara de cada persona que esta parado en esta mansa fila: Trump o Hillary?   Holy Crap "Everyone has their own opinions, especially when it comes to politics and religion": The woman behind me says, making chit chat with her line buddies. I think it's kind of funny, and very accurate, due to the fact that we are all standing in line outside of a Baptist church to vote, and the fact that I passed three more churches on East Norton Street . Living in the buckle of the "Bible belt", I can testify that what she said is true. And the fact is that Missouri will most likely vote for Trump, judging on the number of elderly men in flannel and pro gun bumper stickers I saw in the lot. I feel like I stand out, because not only did I miss the flannel and walkers memo, I was one of the younge...

I was transported back to that day. My feet were in the sand toes curling in the wet grains and I'm not in my kitchen anymore I'm laughing and yelling talking to the ocean talking to you drawing your name and mine in the sand and I feel sick to my stomach because the doubt has vanished and I know that in that moment I was free and I had never been more in love I remember the sky and tossing the shells back into the ocean except for the ones I kept to paint with you. In the midst of cleaning out my jewelry bag i stumbled across the shells that traveled from the pacific to Missouri and I want to break one but I can't because they are still so beautiful and although I think about it less and less everyday I can't stop my mind today, as I tuck away the shells in a safe place, where they will stay, beautiful and whole.

October is over, And so are we. I'm sorry he says. I blame the distance I blame it all, I'm trying to remember the good memories, And not the changes that made me fall In and out of love with you and with me. So now it's November, November 1st to be exact. And I know I have to suck it up because now I know, I know that love is kind. It  isn't supposed to be  about suffering and apologies, nor doubt . Love is being there for someone else even when it is a sacrifice. It is grateful, selfless, It is about making decisions  with the other in mind. Love is hard,  but beautiful, and although I'm afraid,  I'm hurt, I won't shut the door on love. Because I know I'll find it someday.

Parte Uno: In the beginning, I will admit, I feared the grease flying from the fryers, my hair smelling like hamburgers, and most of all, the customers. I had heard horror stories about people throwing chicken sandwiches right back at employees, and the last thing I wanted (or do want) is to be wiping mayonnaise from my roots. But I've been trained, did my time in orientation. I watched those three hours of cheesy videos with Heather, and now I was ready for work. Hesitantly I put on the uniform. I knew I had to, but honestly, the two things that make me look just unappetizing are a baseball cap to cover my thick wild hair and black polyester flare pants. (Igual tiro pinta?) But I wear it proudly, because work is the perfect distraction. And I get paid for it. Call me Masta C : I am the cone queen, and it only took me a couple days to perfect it. Along with my dessert status, I already have a couple good stories to tell, cue the highlight reel. I haven't gotten many ru...