Brasileira Louca

2004-04-11T13:05:00.000-04:00

It has been awhile and I really have no idea where to begin. Little by little I am becoming more acostumed to living here. Right now I am on the beach and its raining. Damn my luck. I have been followed by strange, drunk men who won´t leave me alone. Its annoying. I think I have made a decision about where my life will take me in the next two years but I would prefer not to talk about it because I really don´t know if my plans are going to work out. I have a wedding to go to on Saturday night. I have met some really nice guys. Not here at the beach, but back at home. I have gotten all my documents together so that I can look for and apply for jobs here. People are friendlier and nicer than in the states. I can definitely see myself living here.

2004-03-25T22:33:00.000-05:00

I really cannot explain the feeling I am having while here. I have only been in Curitiba for a day and a half now. I have my uncle and two aunts here. Then there are their kids. Two who are 9 and one who is 7. I feel lost because I would like to have people my age to sit around and bullshit with. I find myself longing to speak to someone who likes to go out and drink and talk about nothing.
Otherwise, things are great. I am learning little by little how to get along in a place I haven't known for 14 years. It surprises me how things appeared to be bigger then they actually are or distances seemed longer than it actually is. Tomorrow night is the grand opening of a restaurant a few blocks from my house. I am hoping to meet some people so that I don't have to depend on my relatives to take me around.
I have finally figured out how to access the internet so more blogging is on its way.

2004-03-23T19:47:00.000-05:00

Hello from Brasil!!!!
I am in Sao Paulo at my grandfather's house. It's kind of weird because my uncle is only 29 and my aunt is only 23 so they still live at home. They wake up early so they are already asleep leaving me to do what I just can't live with out, the internet. People, I expect lots of email and so far all I got was one from Peter regarding the upcoming Madonna Summer Tour.
I had a good flight. In my flight from Philadelphia to Houston, I was seated next to a guy who looked like Tom Hanks did in the movie Philadelphia. That is Tom Hanks at the end of the movie when he was on the brink of death. Let me just say that is not the most comforting thought as you are in an airplane. The Houston airport is completely scary just for the fact that they have a huge bronze statue of George Bush, the father, in the middle of the airport. Not to mention the fact that the teenager working at the Wendy's had to count the change for my purchase out loud.
Tomorrow I will go to Curitiba in a six hour bus ride. That should produce some interesting stories.
I like being in Brasil, but it will be weird being on my own in Brasil. Most of today, I watched the Green Mile in portuguese.
Anybody else notice the Tom Hanks theme running through my life this week?

2004-03-22T11:33:00.000-05:00

A very stressful weekend with last minute preparations has left me completely exhausted. It is 11:30 on Monday and my flight to Houston leaves at 4:40. I still need to shower and dress. I also have to do a last minute run through my head about whether or not I got everything I needed. It's been interesting to me who has contacted me to say good-bye and who I have contacted. I am anxious and nervous. I am anxious cause I want to go right now. I am nervous because I partly do not want to go because I really don't know anyone down there. I am taking my laptop down with me and will try to blog while down there so that people know what is going on with me. Also, I brought a digital camera so I will be taking lots of pictures!!!
I'm out!!!

2004-03-18T16:42:00.000-05:00

Random Thoughts in my head:
It's over. 11 terms of classes and co-op, I am finishing a term earlier than I am supposed to, it should have been 12 terms, but I am just too damn impatient.
In my obssessive compulsive nature, I started packing last night. I have too much shit!!
I keep writing with exclamation points, I really don't know why.
Hot naked men at the CAVE tonight!!!!! DAMN!!!!
Brazil in just a few days means getting over people and hopefully establish new friendships.
SUN!!!!

2004-03-11T16:25:00.000-05:00

Today is my last day of class. I am excited. Yet, I am extremely scared. After next week, I will be considered an adult. I have to find a real job. Get my own place. Get my act together. So, in order to not face that inevitable doom, I am running away. I am going to Brazil. I am leaving on the 22nd of March and will come back in May. That is if I come back. I am sick of Philadelphia. I am sick of seeing my ex-boyfriend happily making out with people in front of me. I am sick of the fake Brazilian people who think they are better than everyone else. I am sick of guys who supposedly like me, but won't speak to me. I am sick of everything. I am sick of being sick of everything.
I am not happy with my life right now. I think that by going to Brazil things are going to change for me. This state of constant depression that has overwhelmed me since December is just getting on my nerves. Why can't I be happy with what I have? Why do I want that which I can't have? I am upset that I am hurting people in the process of trying to figure out what I want and who I want to be. I don't think that anyone really understands me. I just feel helpless. It is hard to keep up an act. I have this exciting thing happening to me and I can't enjoy it because I am just depressed.

2004-02-26T14:45:00.000-05:00

I am procrastinating.

2004-02-24T13:45:00.000-05:00

I have been busy. Too busy to even describe all that I have been doing. The highlights of recent weeks include the ex-boyfriend trying to hook me up with not one but two of his friends. Why does he think I would want to date either one of them has still not clicked in my mind. I just met friend number 1 last Wednesday. I was told to not mention our relationship so if things work out it wouldn't be awkard. I asked the guy how he knew my ex. He said that my ex used to date his sister. The second friend I met awhile ago while the two of us were still together. I have seen him twice in my entire life.
Actual conversation with the ex:
Ex: You are powerful.
Me: What do you mean?
Ex: You have two of my friends who want to hook up with you.
Me: What? Who?
Ex: Friend 2
Me: What? Since when?
Ex: Since he met you.
How is that possible? I was dating him at the time. It has just convienced me that guys are pigs. I have always held this belief but now I am certain. I just really have no idea how to react to this so I have not been forthcoming about if I would date either one of them. Nor am I being forthcoming on the fact that more than likely I would not date either one of them. Also, I finally saw him kissing someone else. We were at the club on friday night, and I was not having fun to begin with. My friend and I were at the bar, and being that this club allows underage kids, in order to drink you must stay at the bar. So my ex went to dance and started dancing with this ugly, fat, white girl. The "ideal" white trash. I saw them making out on the dance floor and it just bothered me. Granted we have been apart longer than we were together and we have hung out as friends, but I had never seen him with someone else.
With the guy I was seeing, its over. He has kind of disappeared off the radar. I kissed someone he knows. Someone he introduced me to,. I was drunk.
So on Friday, after since the ex making out with a ugly girl, we left to go to the Portuguese bar. Lots of stories came out of it. Enough to make me stay sober during Carnaval on Saturday. Not appropriate for this blog.
In other news, I have a job interview on Monday. I rather look for apartments in NYC then start my 20 page thesis that is due on Thursday. My unwelcomed roommate was actually seen on Sunday night and heard again last night. He should be dead. Poison was given to him. Madonna is going on tour. Peter and I have declared our desire to attend. This coming weekend, I have to work both Saturday and Sunday during the day with a trip to Newark to see Revelação. The theme for the coming weeks is "Too much to do, not enough time."

2004-02-11T15:30:00.000-05:00

I wonder what goes through some people's minds sometimes. Yesterday, I was leaving class, a girl decided she was going to tell me all that she ate that day. I am not your friend. I don't care if you ate 5 crackers with peanut butter. I personally find peanut butter to be revolting. Never liked the stuff, so I don't eat it and I especially don't want to hear about it.

2004-02-09T23:42:00.000-05:00

My attempts to find a full-time job after graduation seem to be more fruitless each time I apply for a position. I am not hopeful. Due to this, I am getting depressed. This depression is spreading to other parts of my life. Something I did not want. It makes me stressed out, thus I stress about classes, and I stress about guys. All the stress makes my immune system extremely weak and for the third time since November, I am sick. I hate the constant coughing, runny nose, and chest pain. This time I have added a new symptom. I am now sneezing and have killer sinus headaches. When I sneeze, I can't sneeze like a normal person. When I sneeze, the whole world has to stop. I don't really believe this, but my sneezes take on a life of their own. During the spring it is the worse, I have bad allergies. Once I sneezed so loud that it was heard a block away in the middle of the city.

*** NewsBreak***
As I write this I hear my unwelcomed "roommate" mr. mouse is rummaging through my trash.

2004-02-07T17:33:00.000-05:00

Afternoon sex just rocks! No drinking involved just the pure physical pleasure.

2004-02-05T14:28:00.000-05:00

O grande barato da vida

O grande barato da vida é olhar para trás e sentir orgulho.
É viver cada momento e construir a felicidade aqui e agora.
Claro que a vida prega peças. O bolo não cresce, o pneu fura, chove demais...
Mas, pensa só:
Tem graça viver sem rir de gargalhar, pelo menos uma vez ao dia?
Tem sentido estragar o dia por causa de uma discussão na ida para o trabalho?
Eu quero viver bem... E você? 2003 foi um ano cheio.
Foi cheio de coisas boas, mas também de problemas e desilusões.
Normal...
Às vezes, se espera demais. A grana que não veio, o amigo que decepcionou, o amor que acabou. Normal...
2004 não vai ser diferente.
O homem é cheio de imperfeições, a natureza tem sua personalidade que nem sempre é a que a gente deseja, mas, e aí?
Fazer o que? Acabar com o seu dia? Com sue bom humor? Com sua esperança?
O que eu desejo para todos nós é sabedoria.
E que todos nós saibamos transformar tudo em uma boa experiência. O nosso desejo não se realizou? Beleza...
Não estava na hora, não deveria ser a melhor coisa para esse momento.
Lembro-me sempre de uma frase que ouvi e adoro:
“Cuidado com seus desejos, eles pedem se tornar realidade”.
Chorar de dor, de solidão, de tristeza, faz parte do ser humano...
Ms, se a gente se entende e permite olhar o outro e o mundo com generosidade, as coisas ficam diferentes.
Desejo para todo mundo esse olhar especial!
2004 poder ser um ano especial, se nosso olhar for diferente.
Pode ser muito legal, se entendermos nossas fragilidades e egoísmos e dermos a volta nisso.
Somos fracos, mas podemos melhorar.
Somos egoístas, mas podemos entender o outro.
2004 pode ser o bicho, o máximo, maravilhoso, lindo, especial!
Depende de mim... De você.
Pode ser... E que seja!

2004-02-05T14:23:00.000-05:00

This Onion article is dated January 18, 2001. Psychic satire, who'd have thought?

http://www.theonion.com/onion3701/bush_nightmare.html

2004-02-03T00:49:00.000-05:00

I found out that only old people, teenagers who want to make out, and ex-couples go to the movies on a Monday night. We did not go on Friday, cause of various issues. But we went tonight. It was a good movie. I accomplished my goal. Nothing happened. It makes me feel good to know that I can be friends with an ex but at the same time makes me sad cause it makes it officially over which makes me happy cause I can completely move on. I can't really explain what I am feeling.
In other news, the homecoming dance was this past weekend. I am not going to be shy about it. I looked good. I was accused of being a camera whore, but its ok cause I looked damn good.
I have a midterm at 11 am, so instead of studying, I am writing this post.

47days.

2004-01-28T14:54:00.000-05:00

News Flash: It is not the free-lovin'sixties. Just because a guy says he likes you that doesn't make it true.

2004-01-28T14:53:00.000-05:00

We broke up in the begining of December. We have only seen each other once and we have talked a few times over the phone. I have moved on. I have met and dated a few guys since. I am currently in a "i hope this will turn into something" relationship. On Saturday night, I went to the Brazilian club as usual. I went with the "i hope this will turn into something" guy. Most of the guys who had introduced me to my ex were there drinking and having a good time. The ex and I have ongoing plans to go to the movies, in what seems like the third weekend in a row that we are trying to go see "The Last Samurai". So I called him last night to tell him something and to make plans for the movie when he suddendly states "You are seeing someone." I reply with"what?" At this point he turns it into a question "Are you seeing someone?" I said no I am not with anyone, I am just dating. "How about you?" I really did not want to know, but he opened up the flood gates and if I did not ask, I would be left wondering. "Just dating around." He answers. We make plans for Friday and I hang up.
I have no problem going to the movie with him since I know we are friends. What I was annoyed at was that after thinking about it, he must have talked to the guys who introduced us. Why else would he state something like that?
I know the Brazilian guys gossip, a lot. Why do it? Its nobody's business. Blah!!!!

2004-01-28T07:03:00.000-05:00

It's 7 in the morning. Overnight, over 5 inches of snow fell on top of the ice that fell last night. I should be in bed. No, instead I am at school. Why so early since I don't have class until 12? Well, because I work for catering, I was asked on Saturday to be here at 6 o'clock in the morning today. I went to sleep early, got up at 4:30 in the morning, got dressed in the penguin suit, got frostbitten as I cleared and scraped my car, drove through unplowed streets in order to get to the highway, being that it was still dark out, did not know if I was got be hitting black ice, skidded on 34th street, got to the parking lot, where I will probably get a ticket, cause I am not planning on moving it, get inside the kitchen to the cafeteria, get to the catering office. There was no one there. So I wait. I waited for almost 1/2 hr. Then I left, very annoyed cause I could have been asleep.

2004-01-26T13:20:00.000-05:00

I had a pretty uneventful weekend. It consisted of work, samba, making out, and sleep. The usual ingredients for my weekends.
Today, there is snow on the ground. So I am not going to work, I don't even think I am leaving my house. The ex called me at 8 in the morning to chat. Who is their right mind calls someone at 8 in the morning?? I don't even know how to react to something like that.
The homecoming semi-formal is this weekend. I am going to look good. I am determined. I have pictures and I will share later.

2004-01-23T09:49:00.000-05:00

I've decided to come back. I really don't know why, I have nothing of much interest to tell. But that is the point of a blog, isn't it? You tell the world of the internet things that you know people could care less about.
So to fill you all in on my time away:
My Christmas - sucked.
My New Year's - sucked.
Now moving on...... Classes have started again and being 57 days away from graduation, I still have no job. I keep sending my resumes to companies in the hopes that someone see what a wonderful asset I will be to their company. I am feeling hopeful that come April that I will not be unemployed, but the economy the way that it is that can never be guaranteed.
I did my oral defense of my Thesis for my minor and I got an "A". I have never been as excited for a grade as I was for this one. I worked hard on it, I stressed too much about it. I deserved that "A".
My ex and I speak on a semi-regular basis, we are supposed to be going to the movies tonight. The first time we are going to attempt to hang out after the break-up. I am not sure if I am going to go. First, I have to work until 8 and then I have to be back at 7am. Second, we haven't made final plans for this. Finally, I might have a date with someone new.
He is adorable. I started talking to him about two weeks after Leandro and I broke up. He called me on Christmas Eve to wish me a Merry Christmas. We talked various times. He used to live in Philadelphia, but was living in Boston when I started to talk to him. So it was through the basis of phone calls that I got to know him. He went to Florida for the New Year's and actually invited me to go along. I declined, being that I had never met him before, I think that a week and half in Florida together is a bit much. So he called me from Florida and we chatted. Everytime I talked to him I liked him more. He said that on his way back from Florida he was going to stop by his cousin's house. His cousin lives 5 minutes away from my house. He called me when he got here. We went out and had this fabulous conversation. He went to Boston the next day. I thought I would never see him again, even though I hoped that I would. That was on a Wednesday. That Saturday, I was at the Brazilian Club. I had two missed calls from numbers I did not recognized. I called the numbers back and no one answered. I was not really dancing, and so I had the phone with me. It rang. I answered. It was him!!!! He was back in Philly and wanted to see me. Of course, I wanted to leave right away. When I got home, I called him and he came over. We stayed up until 6:30 talking, kissing.... it was terrific. He told me that he was moving down here, he was going to look for a job. He is still here. He found a job in Allentown. Not 5 minutes away from me, but not 5 hours away like Boston was. We have progress nicely, and I am hoping that it will continue that way.
Now I said I might have a date, the reason it is "might", is because he has to go to Boston to get his stuff. So he either goes this weekend, or next weekend. Next weekend is the homecoming dance and I have invited him to go with me. So he was going to try to go to Boston this weekend. How sweet!!!!
Anyways, that is my update. Happy 2004!!

2003-12-22T11:47:00.000-05:00

Very interesting New York Times article:

For More People in 20’s and 30’s, Home Is Where the Parents Are
December 22, 2003 - By TAMAR LEWIN - New York Times

On the job, James Navarro seems to be a model of mature
adulthood. At 30, he is an appellate court lawyer in
Brooklyn, working 50 hours a week on research to help
judges decide cases.

But look at the rest of his life, and the picture becomes
murkier.

Mr. Navarro lives with his parents in Queens. His mother
packs lunch for him a few times a week. His bedroom still
has his high school baseball trophies and a giant stuffed
bunny that was a present from a former girlfriend. On
weekends, he plays touch football and goes drinking and
clubbing with his two best friends - both about his age,
fully employed and living with their parents, too.

"When I was in college, I thought I'd be married by 24 and
have a house and kids by 30," Mr. Navarro said. "Now I
think the idea of being an emotionally developed male by 24
is ridiculous. I want to get married and have kids someday.
But I don't feel any pressure that it has to be soon."

Mr. Navarro is no loser: he is funny, good-looking,
charming - and typical of his generation's slowed-down
approach to adulthood. To some extent, the data tells the
story. Nearly all the traditional markers of adulthood,
including marrying, getting a college degree and moving out
of the family home, are occurring later than they did a
generation ago.

The shape of life for those between 18 and 34 has changed
so profoundly that many social scientists now think of
those years as a new life stage, "transitional adulthood" -
just as, a century ago, they recognized adolescence as a
life stage separating childhood from adulthood.

"There used to be a societal expectation that people in
their early 20's would have finished their schooling, set
up a household, gotten married and started their careers,"
said Frank F. Furstenberg Jr., a sociology professor at the
University of Pennsylvania. "But now that's the exception
rather than the norm. Ask most people in their 20's whether
they're adults and you get a nervous laugh. They're not
sure."

Sociologists say there are several indicators of this state
of mind. Nationwide, the median age of first marriage,
which hovered around 21 for women and 23 for men from the
1940's to the 1970's, has risen steadily since to 25 for
women and 27 for men.

Education takes longer. Only about a third of those who go
straight from high school to four-year residential colleges
graduate four years later. With so many young people taking
time out to make money or change direction, most education
experts now use six-year graduation rates as their
benchmarks.

Perhaps the most striking change, though, has been in the
proportion of young adults nationwide who live with their
parents. To be sure, the numbers remain small - about 14
percent. Nonetheless, between 1970 and 2000, the most
recent census, the percentage of 24- to 34-year-olds living
with parents or grandparents increased by 50 percent.
During the boom years of the 90's, the trend reversed
slightly among those in their 20's but held steady among
those in their 30's.

The Census Bureau's Current Population Survey shows that
the numbers are on the rise again. The trend is most
visible in New York - 30 percent of the New
York-Northeastern New Jersey area's 22- to 31-year-olds
live with their parents - followed by Los Angeles and other
large, expensive cities.

The changes raise many policy concerns, chief among them
that most American institutions are still built around the
idea that people in their 20's are fully autonomous. Young
adults coming out of the foster care system, or the
juvenile justice system, get no continuing support. Health
insurance cuts off, even for 20-somethings in affluent
families.

Then, too, the longer transition to adulthood has striking
implications for parenthood.

"Parenting used to be thought of as a life stage of about
18 years," said Robert Schoeni, a professor at the
University of Michigan who works at its Institute for
Social Research. "If it means continuing support for 30 or
even 34 years, that's not always comfortable for parents
who were raised under very different conditions and were
expected to be on their own much earlier."

In part, Professor Furstenberg and others say, the longer
transition to adulthood reflects an economy in which most
jobs that pay enough to support middle-class life require
years of advanced education. For most young people, that
means years of semiautonomy, in which they piece together
loans, part-time jobs and whatever money their families can
provide. Many spend their 20's and early 30's shuttling
between college and work, professional school and travel,
community service and internships, never earning enough to
settle down, marry and raise a child.

Nancy Dye, president of Oberlin College, said that whereas
most graduates used to go straight on to graduate school,
having chosen at least a preliminary career path, many now
stick around, uncertain of their direction. A few years
ago, she said, "students came up with a new term, F.T.L. -
failure to launch."

In interviews with dozens of 20-somethings, most say they
share a sense that there is no right time to have completed
their education, lived on their own or gotten married, that
such fixed expectations have no place in their lives. And
many see it as beneficial to step slowly and gradually into
adult life.

"I think it's great, and really important, to take time to
date and travel and hang out with your friends," said
Elisabeth Levy, 28, a catering sales manager at a private
club in Midtown Manhattan. "This way, when you do finally
settle down, you're really ready, and you don't wake up at
33, married with two kids and a house, and trapped, like
`How did this happen?' and `What did I do with my life?' "

Those living at home, even if employed in good jobs, often
describe their arrangements as sensible and mature, in that
instead of throwing away money on rent, they are saving
money toward their future. And if, meanwhile, they are back
in their childhood bedrooms, working at low-paying jobs to
save enough to continue their educations or buy homes, they
say, that is no tragedy.

For many, the 20's are a floating, flexible, exploratory
time.

"For the last few years, my life has been so up in the
air," said Jennie Schneier, 24, who works part time in
public radio. "Several of my friends have started applying
to grad schools. One is applying to three different types
of grad school - law, business and photography - to see
where she'll get in.

"I find grad school appealing, too, because I like the idea
of settling into something. But I don't have any idea what
to study."

Ms. Schneier, who has lived with her parents for three
years, recently moved from an unpaid internship to a job
where she is paid one day a week. "Sometimes I think it's
ridiculous that I'm about to turn 25 and can't support
myself," she said. "I've regressed a little since I've been
back with my parents: If I'm home by 6:30, there's dinner
on the table. And my dad does the laundry."

The Research Network on Adult Transitions, a team of social
scientists directed by Professor Furstenberg and financed
by the MacArthur Foundation, has for years been gathering
data on 18- to 34-year-olds: when they reach the
traditional markers (later, throughout the Western world),
what they think constitutes adulthood (self-sufficiency, a
full-time job and an independent household, but not
necessarily marriage or children), when they feel most
adult (at work), how much support they get from their
parents (on average, $38,000, or $2,200 a year from 18 to
34).

The return to the nest of children in their 20's and 30's
can be a jolt for parents. Several parents with newly
returned children, who would not be quoted by name for fear
of hurting their children's feelings, agreed that despite
the pleasures of having their offspring close at hand,
their return had been stressful and, in some cases,
disruptive of their plans to sell a large home, retire or
move.

Suddenly, they say, everything is up for grabs: Who will be
home for dinner? Who will cook dinner? If a parent is
wakened at 2 a.m. by the smell of cooking, and rises in the
morning to find no milk for breakfast, dirty dishes in the
sink and a house full of sleeping 20-somethings, what is
the right response?

Many parents face not one departure and one return, but a
revolving door, as one after another of their offspring
leaves for college, returns, leaves for graduate school,
returns, moves for a job and returns again.

At the Navarro household, in Maspeth, Queens, all four
grown children are back home: James; his two brothers, 27
and 25; and their sister, 23.

"Michael, the 27-year-old, talks about moving out, but he
never does it," James Navarro said. "It doesn't make me
feel too much like a kid to live there. As I've gotten
older, I appreciate my parents more."

Still, it is not the life Mr. Navarro envisioned. In high
school, he was a star athlete, good enough, he thought, for
a professional baseball career. To that end, he chose St.
Thomas University in Miami. But his baseball dreams did not
pan out, so after graduating he returned home and spent two
years working as a security officer in Midtown Manhattan.

"I knew I wouldn't be doing that too long, but I didn't
know what I would do," he said, describing a state of mind
that seems to descend on many of his generation as they
leave college. "I thought about teaching, social work,
working for a nonprofit, but law school seemed the most
challenging."

Most of Mr. Navarro's closest friends remain unmarried, he
said, and not quite ready, at least financially, to set up
households.

"I've only been to one wedding in the last three years, and
that was because a girl I know wanted me to go as her
date," he said.

But one of his best friends is in a relationship that has
become increasingly serious. And hanging over their
lunchtime banter is the first tinge of awareness that they
may be getting a bit old for the lives they lead.

"On New Year's Eve, sometimes, we have these motivational
talks," Mr. Navarro said. "We'll say, we're getting older,
we can't go to these places with teeny-boppers anymore."

They laugh and begin talking about the weekend football
team. They are asked about the age range of the other
players.

Mr. Navarro gets a look of mock alarm: "Who's the oldest?
Oh, no, is it me?"

2003-12-14T17:16:00.000-05:00

I went to the E o Tchan concert on Friday. I am glad that I went because it gave me something to do. I saw a few people I had not seen since I had started dating Leandro and it made me feel really good when one of the guys came up to me and said " You look good. It looks like you lost some weight." Even if I haven't, it made me feel good.

2003-12-11T12:09:00.000-05:00

It has been one of those weeks. The kind of week that you never want to live through in your entire life, yet the fates play with you and all that is stable in your life. I feel as though my life is a giant jigsaw puzzle and that everything i do something good, I get the pieces to fit, but then it is as if a the pieces mutate so that they no longer fit into the picture that was on the box. Now the pieces make up a different picture.
I decided to leave my house this past weekend after a fight with my parents. My extended family has been very supportive of my decision, as well as my friends. After a very turbulent time, I decided that now things could get better for me. But of course, nothing ever goes the way I planned.
I got dumped. I have never been dumped before, and never did I use the pathetic reason that he gave me. I know that he wasn't the love of my life, but I liked him. As his mom said, "I have never heard of someone dying of a broken heart. " I am hurt because of the time of the year, and that he couldn't handle being supportive of me for yet another week.
Who knows what is in store for me now? Maybe that jigsaw puzzle will start to make sense again. I am hoping that it will be soon.

2003-12-04T21:25:00.000-05:00

I am a fan of the Real World. The tv show that is. I have watched almost every season, mostly due to reruns, but every season. I have watched the E! True Hollywood Story about it, and I can probably name every cast member and their respective season.
Now I have the opportunity to actually know the story before it airs. No I was not selected as a cast member. I would never apply. But The Real World's 15th Season is rumored to be taking place in the city of brotherly love, Philadelphia. The filming starts in March, I can't wait. The goals are to find out where they are living and to catch a glimpse of the camera crew. I could care less about the cast. I want to see what it is like, how do they capture everything.
Other events, all papers are turned in and I have no more classes. Four finals and an oral defense. 107 more days.

2003-12-02T23:57:00.000-05:00

This week has been hell and it does not look like it is about to get any better. First of all, I am sick. Loss of apetite, nausea, and constant headache. Not to mention this extremely annoying cough. Second, I am working about 20 hours this week in the catering job on top of having a final on Friday. Third, it is only Tuesday, and I am already exhausted!
On the other hand, I turned in my final in marketing, and I got an email from my mentor saying that she has some recommendations for the paper, it is for me to pick it up tomorrow. I am also been given more responsibility in the other job which means more hours which will translate to much needed money. I have decided what I am buying everyone I have not yet brought presents.
Tons of things accomplished and still tons to do.

2003-12-01T15:16:00.000-05:00

Amy's Tip of the Day for December 1, 2003: Using the word "perpetuate" in a term paper is the equivalent of a pornographer's on-screen money shot.

2003-12-01T10:26:00.000-05:00

Man Changes Name to Bubba Bubba Bubba
2 hours, 53 minutes ago

SPRINGFIELD, Ill. - What's in a name? If you're the former Raymond Allen Gray Jr., only one word — Bubba.

The 39-year-old Springfield native legally changed his name last month to reflect his childhood nickname. His new first name? Bubba. His new middle name? Bubba. One guess what his new last name is.

"I kind of like to laugh and joke, and it's something silly to kind of poke fun with," Bubba Bubba Bubba said.

The name change won't be hard to get used to because he has long been known as "Bubba" or "Bubby" Gray, he said.

"My dad called me Buddy, and it got switched to Bubby. Some of the kids couldn't pronounce Buddy too well, so they said Bubby, and it just stuck," he said.

For years he considered changing his name to Bubba Gray. Then a co-worker in the Illinois Secretary of State's office started calling him Bubba Bubba Bubba in jest. Later another co-worker mistakenly thought that was his real name.

"That's kind of what started me thinking: Well, let's just have it all the way through — Bubba Bubba Bubba — first, middle and last," he said.

Bubba's new name became official on Nov. 20 and he's already got a new driver's license and work identification card. He sometimes has been asked what his parents, who are now deceased, would think about the change.

"I'm sure my dad probably would be shaking his head," Bubba said.

2003-11-30T16:46:00.000-05:00

It's over. The Thesis is finished and sent to the professor. I am going out to eat at New Deck to celebrate. :)

2003-11-28T09:37:00.000-05:00

There was no concert. Why? Cause Brazilians can't get their acts together long enough to pull a concert together. I know there are many aspects to concert planning, especially when the artists are coming from another country. However, I can't help but feel annoyed at what appears to be an extreme lack of planning on the part of the people in charge.
My break thus far has been just a overall disappointment from all aspects of my life. Today's plan is to finish the thesis, which is due on Monday, and to not break down in tears. Not extravagant goals and I hope to accomplish them.

2003-11-26T11:02:00.000-05:00

I am being a bum. I went to campus yesterday for just class, walked into work and said I am going home. Today, I didn't even go to campus. I am still in my pjs watching maury. I find the paternity tests to be of incredible interest to me. It seems amusing when a woman will swear up and down that the guy is the father of her baby because he is the only one she has ever been with until the test proofs that he is not the father. Then all of a sudden, she admits she has been with others.
In other news, tonight I am going to the E o Tchan concert tonight. It should prove to be interesting.

2003-11-24T22:13:00.000-05:00

I got an email from a friend today that I thought was interesting.
Subject: I don't know why I'm sending you these links.

Love 'as addictive as cocaine' http://www.ananova.com/news/story/sm_841263.html?menu=news.latestheadlines

Women plagued by 200 orgasms a day http://www.ananova.com/news/story/sm_839283.html

Long hours culture 'ruining workers' sex lives http://www.ananova.com/news/story/sm_837456.html?menu=

Is she trying to tell me something?

2003-11-24T16:02:00.000-05:00

It is pathetic. I am probably the worst procrastinator in the world. I just caught myself googling the word procrastinator and getting ready to go take a "Are you a Procrastinator?" I really should be at home finishing my Spanish Thesis. However, I am at work doing nothing that is at all productive. When I leave here in the next ten minutes, I have a list of things to do that include eveything from going to the post office to getting a haircut that will definitely bring me to an arrival time at home at which I will be too exhausted to do any sort of work done.

Classes are almost done and I am counting down to one term less of this nonsense to be finished. I have only two more classes and the final in science; three more classes and a final in political science; a take-home final in marketing; three more classes, a paper due, and a final in Philosophy; one class and a 1/2 hr final in art history; and turning in the thesis. I am exhausted, and I think this is the term that I have put the least amount of efforts into my classes. Three weeks from today I will be five classes, equivalent to 165 hours, away from that quarter of a million dollar piece of paper that I have spent the last five years of my life working my ass of towards. I just hope that it is worth it.

2003-11-21T16:22:00.000-05:00

No stalking Enrique. I need money for Christmas Presents therefore I need to work. Sucks to be me. :(

2003-11-21T09:42:00.000-05:00

Male Birth Control Pills?!? Hell Yeah!

2003-11-17T19:15:00.000-05:00

Enrique's new CD comes out next week. He is performing on the Today Show and then he is signing CDs at the FYE. Tentative plans to go to NYC to stalk him. More to come on that.

2003-11-17T15:32:00.000-05:00

I was just on the Blockbuster website looking for Christmas presents when I decided to see what movies that they would recomend for me to rent so after rating over 100 films. This is the list that has been composed.

Your Recommendations for All Categories:

Movies You'll Love

Finding Nemo (2003), G, (Children's/Family)

Movies You'll Really Like

Rain Man (1988), R, (Drama)
The Shawshank Redemption (1994), R, (Drama)
An Officer and a Gentleman (1982), R, (Drama, Romance)
When a Man Loves a Woman (1994), R, (Drama)
Dying Young (1991), R, (Drama, Romance)
Life as a House (2001), R, (Drama)
The Pianist (2002), R, (Drama)
Return to Me (2000), PG, (Romance, Comedy Drama)

Movies You'll Like

About a Boy (2002), PG-13, (Comedy Drama)
Music of the Heart (1999), PG, (Drama)
For the Boys (1991), R, (Comedy Drama, War)
The Bachelor (1999), PG-13, (Comedy, Romance)
Mrs. Winterbourne (1996), PG-13, (Comedy Drama, Romance)

Movies You'll Somewhat Like

The Preacher's Wife (1996), PG, (Romance, Fantasy, Drama)
American Idol: Search for a Superstar [TV Series] (2002), (Film, TV & Radio, Music)
World Traveler (2001), R, (Drama)
Dominick Dunne Presents: Murder in Greenwich (2002), ()
An Affair of Love (1999), R, (Romance, Drama)

Movies You Won't Like

From Justin to Kelly (2003), PG, (Musical, Romance)

Movies You'll Hate

Based on your ratings, we are unable to determine any movies you'll hate .

2003-11-17T10:37:00.000-05:00

Além do Arco-íris - Luiza Possi

Além do arco-íris
Pode ser
Que alguém
Veja nos olhos
O que eu não posso ver

Além do arco-íris
Só eu sei
Que o amor
Poderá mudar
Tudo o que sonhei
Um dia a estrela vai brilhar
E o sonho vai virar realidade
E leve o tempo que levar
Eu sei que eu encontrarei
A felicidade
Além do arco-íris
Um lugar
Que teu guarde, é segredo
E só eu sei chegar

Um dia a estrela vai brilhar
E o sonho vai virar realidade
E leve o tempo que levar
Eu sei que eu encontrarei
A felicidade

A luz do arco-íris
Me fez ver
Que o amor
Dos meus sonhos
Tinha que ser Você

2003-11-16T22:11:00.000-05:00

I have been feeling old lately. No specific reason for it, but more a cumulation of a bunch of different reasons for it. In psychology class you learn about the different phases of development such as Erickson's Identity versus Role Confusion theory where it is the goal to establish your goal. You go through this theory in your adolescent stage and into your early twenties. With graduation fast approaching, I feel as if I am closer than ever to establish who I am and what my role in the world is. I have found that my priorities have shifted dramatically. I am scared shitless about the real world. But I know who I am and what I want from it so that lessens the fear.
My priorities is not school anymore as much as it has been in the past. I am done with school. I really have no desire to pursue education further than a bachelor's degree. I have already done something that seems impossible in the minds of many sociologists. I have moved about my class structure to a level my parents have never been at before. At this point all I think about is why should I worry about making the gap between their way of living and mine bigger. I am tired of the same stuff that gave me pleasure even a few months ago. I am getting old.
Someone sent me a list through the lovely powers of spam mail that listed the top 25 ways to tell you have grown up I will reproduce that list here and higlight those that apply to me. But what makes me sad is there is things on this list that apply to me!

25 SIGNS THAT YOU'VE GROWN UP:
1. Your house plants are alive, and you can't smoke any of them.
2. Having sex in a twin bed is out of the question.
3. You keep more food than beer in the fridge.
4. 6:00 AM is when you get up, not when you go to bed.
5. You hear your favorite song on an elevator.
6. You watch the Weather Channel.
7. Your friends marry and divorce instead of hook up and break up.
8. You go from 130 days of vacation time to 14.
9. Jeans and a sweater no longer qualify as "dressed up."
10. You're the one calling the police because those damn kids next door won't turn down the stereo. (Actually, I called the cops because they were loitering and throwing things at my car which doesn't move)
11. Older relatives feel comfortable telling sex jokes around you.
12. You don't know what time Taco Bell closes anymore.
13. Your car insurance goes down and your payments go up.
14. You feed your dog Science Diet instead of McDonalds leftovers.
15. Sleeping on the couch makes your back hurt.
16. You no longer take naps from noon to 6 PM.
17. Dinner and a movie is the whole date instead of the beginning of one.
18. Eating a basket of chicken wings at 3 AM would severely upset, rather than settle your stomach.
19. You go to the drug store for ibuprofen and antacid, not condoms and pregnancy tests.
20. A $4.00 bottle of wine is no longer "pretty good stuff."
21. You actually eat breakfast food at breakfast time.
22. "I just can't drink the way I used to," replaces, "I'm never going to drink that much again."
23. 90% of the time you spend in front of a computer is for real work.
24. You drink at home to save money before going to a bar.
25. You read this entire list looking desperately for one sign that doesn't apply to you and can't find one to save your sorry old ass.

As I gradually come to terms with this, I will do it my own way. Three weeks running I don't go to the clubs, I go out to eat dinner at Bob Evans, and I go to bed before 1 am this past two nights. Little by little, I am growing up, and time is passing me by.

2003-11-12T22:48:00.000-05:00

So my friends and I were bored this afternoon waiting for class/meeting to begin and we started reading the oddly enough news on yahoo. There you can access the pictures of the guiness world record holders for various feats. So we come across the picture of the woman who has the most piercings and the man with the longest tongue.

This then prompted us to see how long our tongues are. I am proud to say that I have a 4.5cm tongue. Others who have been measured are (2)1.5 cm, 2 cm, 4cm, and matt who says he has a 5 cm. For those who car you now know.

2003-11-11T18:43:00.000-05:00

My brother's religious views:
I think God has low self-esteem. Cause otherwise why would he ask us to worship him. Maybe the big guy is depressed.

2003-11-07T14:53:00.000-05:00

I have always been fascinated with the oddly enough news that reuters publishes everyday. I can't imagine the life of the individuals whose job it is to report such stories such as one about a police officer who gets arrested for receiving oral sex or the one about belly dancers demanding the right to perform. It also makes me wonder about the society that we live in. Why is it ok for a judge to order a grieving mother to not decorate her son's grave? Also why countries with many issues stop to think about the fact that their future currency needs to be redrawn?
It really makes you wonder about people's priorities.

2003-11-05T15:36:00.000-05:00

I played around with the colors today. I haven't decided if I will keep it. I wanted to make it more spring/summer colors because I really hate winter. It makes sense in my head.

2003-11-05T14:36:00.000-05:00

It has always amazed me how men react to being injured. The cry and whine the entire time about the pain. However, I can't help but think that the pain is probably not as bad as they make it out to be.
I went to my boyfriend's last night to see him and he spent the entire time complaining about some ailment or another. Granted he did pull a back muscle, and staple his finger with a staple gun yesterday, hit his hand with a hammer on Monday, and got a dropped a window on his thigh on Saturday. Maybe I shouldn't be too critical. So I massaged his back, help put a gauze pad on his finger, and put ointment on the scrape from saturday and the bruise from the hammer and listened to him whine about all the pain. It amused me when he said, "You are being extremely compassionate today."
So in the constant, self-critisizing mode, I thought what does he mean by that. Am I not a compassionate person any other day? Am I really the bitch that people make me out to be? Then I look at how I started this post and I think maybe I am.

2003-11-04T17:09:00.000-05:00

2003-11-03T18:48:00.000-05:00

I came home last night to have my mom tell me that my ex boyfriend just showed up at my house at 5 in the morning asking to speak with me. In his drunken stupor he proceeded to tell my parents that I never call him anymore and that he loves. My parents, who were completely confused by everything that was going on, told him that I was not home.
He needs to stop calling me, harrasing my boyfriend, and showing up at my house. This is getting ridiculous.

2003-11-03T18:45:00.000-05:00

Got some new pictures up. Take a look...

2003-11-01T13:51:00.000-05:00

Didn't go to the bar last night. I was only going to go cause Melissa wanted to do something. She bailed. So I was faced with the hard decision of either going with my cousin Anne and her friend Josi, or I could call my boyfriend to see what he was doing since he had made it clear that he did not want to go to the bar. The problem with going out with Anne and Josi is that they are pretty girls. The Brazilian guys, guys in general, just surround them like vultures waiting for the exact moment to attack. I don't like that so I avoid going out with them when I know it is going to be just us. So when my guy called me to just say hi, we decided to hang out and get some dinner together. We had a great night and probably better than hanging out in that bar.

In other news, things are great. I got another job on campus which means that I can quit the job at the catering place. I was planning to go in today working my shift and then quitting. But I got a call from my manager through matt, cause the manager does not know my number, saying that I did not need to go into work. How awesome is that??? So, I am going out to celebrate tonight. I can't hold the excitement.

2003-10-31T14:28:00.000-05:00

Happy Halloween!!

Going out to the bar tonight. I do not know too many details. I will fill you in once I find out.

2003-10-29T14:32:00.000-05:00

"a brazilian named fabio who followed us around, paid for the taxi and a margarita, gazed with puppydog eyes but emphatically did not get laid."

Are Brazilian guys like this all over the world?

2003-10-29T14:22:00.000-05:00

As I was on my way home from class yesterday, I got a call from Douglas. He had to go to Newark to drop off a friend of his and wanted to know if I wanted to join him for a trip. I was thinking Newark is 1 and half hours away so I would be back to write my Philosophy paper that was due at midnight. I got home with 45 minutes to spare to write a five page paper of an analysis of the Apology by Plato. It is probably the worst paper I have ever written. However, I have gotten to the point where I really don't care about grades and papers making much sense. I am happy with just getting it done so that the professor can't fail me and I can get my diploma. Of course, this way of thinking might hinder any idea I might have of going to law school, but at the moment a spur of the moment road trip to Newark where we comtemplated Halloween costumes, and a possible trip to Orlando in December and being thankful that when we hit a car the woman just let us go, is worth more to me. I don't feel as if I am learning anything new this term and I am definitely not taking classes that are of any interest to me. I want to enjoy being young and racking up stories to tell my grandkids. Book knowledge is something that can always be gained, but the knowledge that you had fun is always worth more in the end.

2003-10-27T15:41:00.000-05:00

Saw the new Quentin Tarantino movie Kill Bill.
I made me want a samurai sword so I can kick ass like Uma Thurman.

2003-10-27T15:13:00.000-05:00

Sometimes guys just do things that make you think what exactly goes through their heads. I saw various examples of this this weekend.

My boyfriend and I went to the mall this weekend. As we were walking around, all of a sudden, he goes "I'm hungry." I say ok but kind of ignore him and take him into another store. He starts with the constant begging for food and stating that he has to eat. If you would have heard him, you would have thought he never ate in his entire life even though I know that he ate only three hours earlier.

My brother's thought on my date on Friday:
Brother: Where are you going?
Me: On a date.
B:With that guy that likes Vasco?
M:Yep. why?
B: You should wear my Vasco shirt so that he will like you more.
M: I'm not going to wear that shit. Are you kiddin?

My cousin arguing with my aunt about a halloween costume:
Cousin: But mom, I am going to wear the costume. Just let me buy it.
Aunt: Are you going to go out for halloween?
C: I am. But even if I don't, I will still wear the costume.
A: Where are you going to wear it?
C: I don't know. Around the house!?!

Boys, I will never understand them. Whether they are 14 or 27, the way they think will always be a mystery to me.

2003-10-23T18:05:00.000-04:00

Stupid People I go to school with: Example #2
I am in a three hundred level Political Science class. That means that you should have some knowledge of political science and/or history before you sign up for the class. It is a class on the European Union.
Within the first two weeks of class, someone in the class asks what was the League of Nations.
Maybe I am just snobby about my knowledge of the topic. Or it could be that since my brother who is in ninth grade knows what it is and someone who is in a three-hundred level college political science course does not know what it is.
To make the matters worse this is a class highly inhabitted by History/Politics and International Area Studies majors.

2003-10-23T17:32:00.000-04:00

How much do you want to bet that brazilians were involved with this scheme at Wal-mart? I am willing to bet good money. My ex used to work for a contractor but he cleaned Sears not Wal-Mart. He made good money at approximately $1,000 a week. All the big chains use contractors to clean their stores at night. These contractors use illegal immigrants because it is cheap labor. So now three hundred people who were just trying to make an honest living will be deported.

2003-10-23T17:28:00.000-04:00

Illegal Immigrants Arrested at Wal-Mart Stores
October 23, 2003 By CHRISTINE HAUSER and DAVID STOUT

Federal officials arrested more than 300 illegal workers at
61 Wal-Mart stores around the country today after an
investigation that focused on janitorial crews employed by
outside contractors.

The raids were carried out as the workers - immigrants from
numerous countries - finished their night shifts, said
Garrison Courtney, a spokesman for the bureau of
Immigration and Customs Enforcement. He said an office of a
Wal-Mart executive whom he did not identify had also been
searched.

Mr. Courtney said bureau agents acted as a result of an
investigation begun several years ago by the United States
attorney's office in Philadelphia.

If there is sufficient evidence that Wal-Mart executives or
the contractors knowingly used illegal labor, Mr. Courtney
said, "obviously there is a possibility there could be
criminal charges." He said a company that knowingly uses
illegal workers can be fined as much as $10,000 per worker.
He also said the arrested workers would go before
immigration judges and could face deportation. It was not
immediately known if any contractors were among those
arrested.

Mr. Courtney said much of the investigation focused on
forms known as I-9's, which employers are required to use
to verify the employment eligibility of their workers.

A Wal-Mart spokeswoman said the company was still assessing
the details of the investigation. "We first learned about
the raids when store managers at affected stores began
calling us," said Mona Williams, the vice president for
communications at Wal-Mart.

Ms. Williams said that Wal-Mart, the nation's No. 1
retailer, uses more than 100 third-party contractors to
perform cleaning services in more than 700 stores
nationwide. "We do not know if the current investigation
involves one or more multiple contractors," she said. Nor
could Mr. Courtney immediately shed light on that aspect of
the case.

Ms. Williams, speaking from Wal-Mart's base in Bentonville,
Ark., said that "we do require that each of the contractors
uses only legal workers," though she said she did not know
if Wal-Mart verifies that contractors adhere to that
policy.

Responsibility for immigration issues were long the
province of the Immigration and Naturalization Service,
which was recently renamed and transferred to the new
Department of Homeland Security.

Referring to federal immigration agents as they were
formerly known, Ms. Williams of Wal-Mart said: "We are
talking to the I.N.S. and are committed to cooperating with
them. As I understand it, I.N.S. agents had come into the
stores and were arresting members of the cleaning crews and
taking them out of the store."

The raids were carried out in Alabama, Arkansas, Arizona,
Connecticut, Delaware, Kentucky, Massachusetts, Maryland,
Michigan, North Carolina, New Hampshire, New Jersey, New
York, Ohio, Oklahoma, Pennsylvania, South Carolina,
Tennessee, Texas, Virginia and West Virginia.

Wal-Mart employs a total of 1.4 million people in the
United States and overseas, and had $245 billion in revenue
last year, equaling 2.5 percent of the United States gross
domestic product. Each week 138 million shoppers visit
Wal-Mart's 4,750 stores. Last year, 82 percent of American
households bought at least one item there.

Steven Greenhouse contributed reporting to this article.

2003-10-21T09:10:00.000-04:00

I haven't been feeling too good lately so when I get home I go straight to bed. I have however, this strange habit of sleeping with my cell underneath my pillow in case people call me. Depending on who calls I'll answer it. Actually, most of the time I answer it. It was around 9 last night and the phone rings. I answer it. I should not have answered it, but I did.
Me: Hello.
Caller: Hi. How are you? (Granted I had already talked to this person already that day.)
M: So-so. You?
C: Good. What's wrong?
M: Nothing. What do you want?
C: Damn. What's your problem?
M: Nothing. What do you want?
C: Are you mad at me? Cause if you were mad at me and wouldn't tell me, I would be mad at you.
M: I'm not mad at you cause if I was mad at you, you would know it. What do you want?
C: Do you know the phone number to the Brazilian store?
M: (already annoyed at the conversation) Do I look like a phonebook?
C: Damn. I don't know why you are so nervous. Tell me what's wrong.
M: Nothing is wrong I just want to sleep. I don't have the number.
C: Ok. I'll talk to you later.
M: Ok. Bye.

I hit the car in front of me at the toll booth coming back from Jersey. Thankfully, I hit a Ford pickup and there was no damage to either car so the officers just let me go and when I got home I was getting out of the car and hit my head on the car so I had a killer headache. Of course, the poor soul had not idea that I was in a bad mood, but do I seriously look like the yellow pages? Why would I know the number to the Brazilian store?

Have two midterms this week and my thesis due in three weeks. I have nothing written. I was a pessimist and it is all starting to bite my ass.

2003-10-20T17:03:00.000-04:00

My brother started high school this year. Through an Aim conversation today he was telling me about progress reports they got mid-quarter to tell them how they are doing. I don't remember my high school doing that but who knows maybe at an all-boys school, they need to do that. So we are going through all his subjects and we arrive at the last subject
brother: theology
me: and?
b: she wrote that im a conscious student
m: you are a conscious student?
b: yea
b: i guess so
m: you sure she said conscious?
b: shut up
m: seriously, cause conscious means that you are awake
b: well, sumthin like that
b: i dunno how to spell it
m: that's great
b: mom's making mac and cheese

What is really important about this conversation is that he had mac and cheese for dinner.

2003-10-20T16:56:00.000-04:00

I have been wanting to put a comments section on this for a long time. But it was actually today when I finally had the time to go look for it. Not too hard. I shouldn't procrastinate cause when I actually make the time to do something I do it well. :)

2003-10-17T09:26:00.000-04:00

I am registered. 16 credits of class divided into three night classes and a senior seminar class. It is going to be one fun winter.

2003-10-15T14:37:00.000-04:00

Stupid people I go to school with:
Example #1
The professor in Marketing class announces that Drexel will be named next week as one of the top 100 MBA programs in the country by the Financial Times which for those of you who don't know is the top business newspaper in the country. One moron has the idea to ask,"For business?"
Of course for business, you damn idiot. That is what an MBA is! It is a Master in Business Administation, jackass!

2003-10-15T14:09:00.000-04:00

It was just too much I need to stop streching myself so thin. I had to sell tickets for this trip that this organization that I am involved with is selling and be at the Disney Presentation. Thank god that I ran into someone who could do it for me. When I was leaving campus, Douglas called me and said that he would come to teach me how to drive a stick shift and he, Lambido, and Leandro came and picked me and Anne up at my house. We went to Josie's house. She is a friend of Anne's. It was just awkard for me because it was the first time that Leandro and I are a couple in front of others. As we are leaving I decided that I am going to drive. I drove Anne home and drove myself home. I was just getting so frustrated cause I am such a god damn perfectionist. Anytime I thought I was doing good, I would do something wrong and the car would stall or start going backwards. I just hate when I can't do something right.

So I just got upset and I was worried I messed up the car.and so I called douglas and left him a message apologizing if I messed up something. When he called me back, he said something and I misunderstood him and thought he called me stupid so I was annoyed. So I was annoyed at myself for not being able to do the thing right, and I was annoyed at Douglas for calling me stupid, but he really didn't call me stupid, so I was annoyed at myself for misunderstanding him, and I was annoyed at Leandro cause he was the one that was actually teaching me and he kept pointing out what I was doing wrong thus making me even more frustrated at the fact that I wasn't doing it right. So I am not happy with the driving lesson even though when I got out of the car they said I did good but I think that they lied cause they are guys and guys do that.

And to top it all off, it was in the middle of a damn tornado.

2003-10-10T14:47:00.000-04:00

I forgot to mention it.... My car radio is fixed. So I have been playing catch-up with the latest music and I heard part of this song and I liked it. So I went around for the past two weeks humming this song until I finally asked someone about it. They informed me that it is a Justin Timberlake song.

2003-10-10T14:38:00.000-04:00

In one week I register for classes for the winter term. In one week I will have the final schedule of my undergraduate college career. I can't wait. Three night classes but no class on Friday or Monday at all. The countdown is on.

2003-10-09T16:46:00.000-04:00

So I decided to be nice and embark on this little experiment. One of the Brazilian guys asked me to teach him English. However, I knew that it was not going to amount to much. First, he has been living here for three years and doesn't know a lick of english other than to say "10 dollars regular." since he lives in Jersey and all the gas stations are full-serve. So yesterday he called to cancel with the sorry ass excuse that he had to go to the doctor's and since it was far away he wasn't sure what time he would be back. Turns out he did not go to the Doctor's and just wanted to watch the Cruzeiro soccer game and get drunk. This is fine with me, but he didn't have to lie.

Why do people lie? Lying is something that really makes no sense. Think about it... You lie. You forget the lie. You tell the truth. The person you lied to gets mad that you lied. So you lie about the truth being the lie. Now the person who you lied to does not trusts you because you lied and that person does not know what to believe. What does that get you?

I think people should just be honest. Don't lie. If someone is overextending their welcome, tell them. If someone is being a pain in the ass, knock them out. Ok, maybe that is a bit extreme. But I just wish that people could be more upfront about their feelings cause when you hide it then it hurts even more.

2003-10-07T12:03:00.000-04:00

So I am dating this guy who I really like. He really epitomizes what I mean when I say that looks do not matter to me. In the past I have dated guys who have been darker skinned and have dark eyes. This guys is light skin, has the most gorgeous green eyes and dirty blond hair. He doesn't have the brooding dark looks that have characterized every guy I have dated and he until now does not seem to have the co-dependency issues. Things are going good between us and when we speak it always cheers me up. I want to see him often and always try to make an effort to make it happen. We have a lot in common and we both are being extremely honest with each other. And he is a terrific kisser!

In other news, I am doing fantastic in my classes, perfect scores on assignments and such. I have finally narrowed down the topic for my Spanish Minor Thesis and the researching is coming along tremendously well even though it is a huge pain in the ass. Alexandre Pires is coming to Newark which has made me very excited because I want to see him and I have gotten my friend to agree to drive me up there, (I just now have to convince my boy that he should come too), and I have a good, diverse circle of friends, (brazilian, americans, and even chinese). I am working a lot and getting bills paid off. Things are good.

So why is it that the pessimist in me is awaiting something bad to happen? I know I shouldn't be thinking this way. But it just seems like a house of cards the pieces are fitting in a bit too well. It is as if things are about to collapse all at once cause things have never fit in so well for me before. So maybe this is my reward for puttin up with the nonsense that is my life in the past.

2003-10-06T22:27:00.000-04:00

I things are lookin up for me....

2003-10-02T11:24:00.000-04:00

Researching sucks....

2003-10-01T16:45:00.000-04:00

I love conversations with my brother.....

my brother: iza.....
me: what?
my brother: i got the Palmeiras shirt
me: i am disowning you
me: you are no longer my brother
my brother: i also got fluminnsce and flamengo and the corinthians white jersey
my brother: and the vasgo de gama shirt
me: like i said you are no longer my brother
my brother: should i take that as an insult'
me: yes
my brother: im glad ur so called.. disowning me

2003-10-01T16:15:00.000-04:00

Uma Paixão Nacional
Luis Fernando Veríssimo

Ela disse "Você me ama mais do que tudo?" e ele disse "Amo".
Ela disse "Paixão, paixão?" e ele disse "Paixão, paixão".
E reforçou "Mesmo".
Ela: "Mais do que tudo no mundo todo?"
Ele: "No mundo todo e fora dele".
Ela: "Não acredito".
Ele: "Faz um teste".
-- "Eu ou fios de ovos."
-- "Você, fácil."
-- "Daqueles com calda grossa, que a gente chupa o fio e a calda escorre pelo queixo."
-- "Prefiro você."
-- "Futebol."
-- "Não tem comparação."
-- "Você está caminhando, vem uma bola quicando, a garotada grita 'Devolve tio!' e você domina, faz dezessete embaixadas e chuta com perfeição."
-- "Prefiro você."
-- "Internacional e Milan em Tóquio pelo campeonato do mundo, passagem e entrada de graça."
-- "Você vai junto?"
-- "Não."
-- "Pela televisão se vê melhor."
-- "Faz muito calor. Aí chove, aí abre o sol, aí vem uma brisa fresca com aquele cheiro de terra molhada, aí toca uma música no rádio e é uma nova do Paulinho. É Sexta-feira e a televisão anunciou um Hitchcock sem dublagem praquela noite, e o Itamar está dando certo."
-- "Você."
-- "Voltar à infância só pra poder pisar na lama com o pé descalço e sentir a lama fazer esguish entre os dedos."
-- "Você, longe."
-- "A Sharon Stone telefona e diz que é ela ou eu."
-- "Que dúvida. Você."
-- "Cheiro de livro novo. Solo de sax-alto. Crianca distraída. Canetinha japonesa. Bateria de escola de samba. Lençol récem-lavado. Hora no dentista cancelada. Filme com escadaria curva. Letra do Aldir Blanc. Pastel de rodoviária."
-- " Você, você, você, você, você, você, você, você, você, e você, -- respectivamente."
-- "A Sharon Stone telefona novamente e diz que se você se livrar de mim ela já vem sem calcinha."
-- "Desligo o telefone."
-- "Fama e fortuna. A explicação do universo e do mercado de commodities, com exclusividade. A vida eterna e um cartão de credito que nunca expira."
-- "Prefiro você."
-- "Uma cerveja geladinha. A garrafa chega estalando. No copo, fica com um quarto de espuma firme. O resto é ela, só ela, dizendo 'Vem'."
-- "Hummm..."
-- "Como, 'hummm'? Ela ou eu?"
Silêncio. Depois:
-- "Qual é a marca?"
-- "Seu cretino!"

2003-10-01T15:34:00.000-04:00

I love having crushes. I think that every girl in the world should have a crush. It is such a great feeling. You don't want to seem too excited for having this cute, nice guy talking to you but when you start telling you friends about him, you just start grinning that big kool-aid smile. When he calls you, you imagine his breath against the back of your neck as if he is whispering it to you in. When you hangup, you think about the little things that he said that made you swoon and you want to call your friends to tell them every little detail but you know that there are just somethings you don't say. But the best is seeing your cell phone ring and knowing it is him calling just because he wants to talk to say hi and see how you are doing.

How is a girl not supposed to develop a crush?

I am not the prettiest girl in the world. I know that. I admit it. My guy friends swoon over the girls I hang out with but hardly ever pay me any attention as in "you are attractive" way. So when there is a guy who shows interest in me, god damn it makes me feel good. I don't need the attention but I am going to enjoy it while it lasts.

2003-10-01T14:29:00.000-04:00

Today, Drexel had a job fair. I went in there trying to be hopeful that maybe I would be able to snag a good feeling from at least one of the over 100 companies that were on our campus recruting. I knew that the chances were slim to none but I was still hopeful. With a major such as International Area Studies, you just have to be hopeful. So I started to walk around the place with my hope slowly dwindling. My friend who is a communications major started to have a panic attack and needed to leave. So I walked around by myself looking for any company that said International on the propaganda or that had expressed an interest in the International Business students such as the propaganda provided by the school presented to the students. I was doing fine being rejected as I walked from table to table until I reached the Rohm Hass table. I was nowhere near the table, just reading the material that was propped up on top of it. I took one step towards it and this man just comes up to me and says "I can't help you." He had such a condensending tone to his voice it made me want to puke. So that's the job hunting world.

2003-09-28T20:00:00.000-04:00

I just scanned some pics, take a look!

2003-09-24T21:26:00.000-04:00

an american businessman was at the pier of a small coastal mexican
village when a small boat with just one fisherman docked. Inside the
small boat were several large yellow fin tuna. the american complimented
the mexican on the quality of his fish and asked how long it took to
catch them. the mexican replied only a little while. the american then
asked why he didn't stay out longer and catch more fish? the mexican
said he had enough to support his family's immediate needs. the american
then asked, but what do you do with the rest of your time? the fisherman
said, "I sleep late, fish a little, play with my children, take siesta
with my wife Maria, stroll into the village each evening to relax and
play guitar with my amigos; I have a full and busy life, senor." the
american scoffed, "I am a Harvard MBA and could help you. you should
spend more time fishing and with the proceeds buy a bigger boat, with
the proceeds from the bigger boat you could buy several boats,
eventually you would have a fleet of fishing boats. instead of selling
your catch to a middleman, you would sell directly to the processor,
eventually opening your own cannery. you would control the product,
processing, and distribution. you would need ot leave this small coastal
fishing village and move to Mexico City, then LA, and eventually NYC
where you will run your expanding enterprise. the fisherman asked, "but
senor, how long will this all take?" the american replied, "15-20
years." "But what then senor?" the american laughed and said, "that's
the best part. when the time is right, you would announce an IPO and
sell your company stock to the public and become very rich, you would
make millions." "Millions, senor? then what?" the american said, "Then
you would retire. move to a small coastal fishing village where you
would sleep late, fish a little, play with your kids, take siesta with
your wife, stroll to the village in the evenings where you could relax
and play your guitar with your amigos."

Thanks Amy!

2003-09-23T18:02:00.000-04:00

Amor Maior - Jota Quest
Eu quero ficar so, mas comigo so eu nao consigo
Eu quero ficar junto, mas sozinho so nao é possivel
E preciso amar direito, um amor de qualquer jeito

Ser amor a qualquer hora, ser amor de corpo inteiro
Amor de dentro pra fora, amor que eu desconheço
Quero um amor maior, amor maior que eu
Quero um amor maior,um amor maior que eu

Eu quero ficar so, mas comigo so eu nao consigo
Eu quero ficar junto, mas sozinho so nao é possivel
E preciso amar direito, um amor de qualquer jeito
Ser amor a qualquer hora, ser amor de corpo inteiro

Amor de dentro pra fora, amor que eu desconheço
Quero um amor maior, amor maior que eu
Quero um amor maior,um amor maior que eu

Então seguirei meu coração ate o fim pra saber se é amor
Magoarei mesmo assim mesmo sem querer pra saber se é amor
Eu estarei mais feliz mesmo morrendo de dor
Pra saber se é amor, se é amor

Quero um amor maior, amor maior que eu
Quero um amor maior,um amor maior que eu

2003-09-22T16:06:00.000-04:00

I found a link to this site on another site that I read. It is a very funny site. Its a how to site. Take a look.

2003-09-22T15:52:00.000-04:00

Classes have started for the fall. I am happy that I am so much closer to graduating but at the same time I am saddened because I now have to seriously start applying for jobs. This quest for a post-graduation position is so difficult. The job postings for positions that will be recruiting on campus became available today. There are a total of 75 jobs for over 1,000 graduating students. To make matters worse only 4 of those jobs are for humanities and social sciences majors. I understand that the economy is really bad but give me a break. Only 4???

In other news, at an activity at school this past friday, I spoke to a psychic. She told me that I am going to law school, moving to a south american country and marrying a man from there who will also be a lawyer. With this man who I will marry at the age of 28, I will have 2 kids and live with him until I die at around 84 years of age.

2003-09-21T12:55:00.000-04:00

Quero me apaixonar. É um sentimento maravilhoso estar apaixonada más é tão dificil encontrar alguem.

On Saturday night, I felt like such an ass. I was speaking with a guy and proceeded to ask his name, to which he responded, "I cannot believe that you do not remember me." Apparently, 5 months ago I had kissed this guy. I understand that not remembering him was probably not a good thing, but I have a few arguments to my defense.
1. I gave him my number and he never called me.
2. He has seen me since and has not spoken to me. (He said that he was afraid that since he had not called me that I would be mad at him and would not remember him.)
3. Nobody knew that I even knew him, I remembered his name but I just did not remember his name.
4. It was five(5) months ago!!!!!
Luckily he was a good sport about it and apologized for not calling me. But I still felt like an ass.

This all goes to show that I do have the worst luck with guys and my desire to fall in love and be married will be so hard to attain.

2003-09-21T12:02:00.000-04:00

I love it when others express what I am feeling in a much more coherent manner than I can because then I can link them.

2003-09-21T10:19:00.000-04:00

Its been a hectic week but what I have learned that although I have the balls to talk to complete strangers, I have a really hard time trusting people and becoming friends with them. I am always afraid that I will do something retarded and lose the friend. But then it makes me wonder are they really my friend?
The world is a small place. One of the bouncers at the club has worked at the same catering company I work at. The world is such a small place.

2003-09-17T13:01:00.000-04:00

People have been asking me when I'll be landing.

2003-09-15T21:11:00.000-04:00

I've been feeling very patriotic lately. I guess it is because I feel as if I didn't try for so long to become friends with Brazilians and I did not try to embrace my culture, that in a way I need to make up for it now. So now I try everything possible with the fear that I am alienating my friends that although they respect my culture, do not necessarily want to embrace it to the extent that I am.

2003-09-15T21:04:00.000-04:00

2003-09-15T17:12:00.000-04:00

I have been really busy the past few days but I haven't really done anything productive. That is productive in my opinion. I have had training for new student days at school. It is good money for a week of work. The work includes socializing and leading teambuilders. It is very simple stuff, not too stressful but very tiring.

My friend is fine. He is so much better that on Saturday night we went out dancing and he was jumping around like a moron. You wouldn't have even guessed that he had nailed his knee, three days earlier.

A lot happened this weekend but nothing I want to elaborate on at the moment. The lack of maturity amongst guys just amazes me.

2003-09-12T10:11:00.000-04:00

A friend of mine works in construction, like most Brazilian guys here in the states. He works with plywood and uses a nail gun. Two weeks ago, he nailed his hand twice through the palm. He had surgery even though he couldn't feel his pinky he was feeling better. Last night I found out that on Wednesday morning he had gone and nailed his knee. The thing that is even more amazing to me is that he lives with 5 other guys and not one of them could tell me where he was or when he would be home or if he could even walk. They knew nothing. So if you know where an accident prone short minero is, please let me know.

2003-09-11T16:53:00.000-04:00

Looking for a job is going to tougher than I thought. Today, I went and put up my resume on monster and flipdog but I do not see anything coming out of it. The problem is my degree is so diverse that when I apply for jobs on sites like this they make me indicate what exactly I want to do with the rest of my life or at least this time next year. But the problem is that I have no idea what field I want to pursue and if I have somewhat of an idea of what exactly I am qualified to do.

2003-09-11T10:29:00.000-04:00

There are certain days when a person's self-esteem is at an extreme low. It could be because the after affects of a drunken conversation is finally taking place or because you just realized you gained weight or you just feel like crap. The thing that makes me feel better on those types of days is when you are driving down the street and some random guy yells, "Hey, Gorgeous!" and you know that the comment is directed towards you. On regular days, I would just ignore but when this happened this morning, I couldn't help but smile. So to the guy who yelled at me this morning as I drove down 34th Street: Thank you!

2003-09-08T10:47:00.000-04:00

Today is my brother's birthday. I hate buying presents for people in general, but with my brother I don't really have a choice. What do you get a 14 year old boy?

2003-09-08T10:25:00.000-04:00

I hate when I have so much I want to say but I can't formulate the correct way to say it.

Men are interesting speciments. When we were at the party in Newark yesterday, there were a few guys with video cameras recording people as they walked by and the performers. The thing I found interesting was there was this guy in front of us when Tchakabum performed. He proceeded to record every move of the dancer from close ups of her ass between songs to her silicone induced cleavage shaking as she danced across the stage. Everything the girl did, this guy caught on camera. I don't really know why this intrigued me so much. Brazilian guys can be very interesting. They will flirt with every girl that walks by. However, their way of flirting is to make lewd comments to the girls as they walk down the street. An older man got on stage to say how we should stay away from drugs and use condoms. At this point a guy turns to my friend and says: "Don't worry, hon, we'll use a condom." She didn't even know who he was.

A lot happened yesterday at that party. I am realizing more and more that it is very important to me that the people I hang out with are not disrepecting others. It is especially irritating when people are fake. They act one way in front of some people and act a completely different way in front of others. I like being real. The way I act in front of you is the same way I will act in front of anybody else. Not that everyone should be like that, but it is extremely sad when people use others for whatever their current interests are such as needing a ride somewhere until they find another sucker to take them around.

I am not sure that this was the best written post so I am reserving the right to change it.

2003-09-05T18:34:00.000-04:00

It is such a feeling of accomplishment to finish the last final in a term. Granted, I do not think I studied enough, I was otherwise occupied, but I knew enough to have secured myself at least a C in the class. That is not the best grade in the world, but it is good enough for me. Maybe a better grade since I did get an A in the project, which I bullshitted completely, but not an A in the class.
I like music. I listen to music everyday. I go dancing whenever I get a chance. Music is a part of my life, but don't ask me to annalyze its rhythm and form. I don't care about that. But it is over, I will never again be asked what is a harmonic progression.
By finishing this term, I am one step closer to graduating. And I am scared. I am afraid of not being able to find a job, or even worse finding a job that I hate but must stay at in order to pay my bills.

2003-09-05T12:26:00.000-04:00

I love taking pictures. I am just not good at getting them developed. I went to Foz do Iguaçu last November and I just got the pictures developed. Here are my favorites.

2003-09-04T12:46:00.000-04:00

When Harry Burns met Sally Albright in 1985, he said something to her that will always stick in my mind. He said : "men and women can't be friends because the sex part always gets in the way." I was under the impression that this was completely true. Unless of course someone of the participating party is homosexual. But lately, I have been reading a lot of reports that say otherwise. So here I was experiencing friendships with people who were of the opposite sex without even thinking about the possibility of sex with them. I was starting to believe that men and women could be friends.
Last night proved my original thought to be true. But not in the way describe by Harry. You are friends with someone who ends up liking your female friend. They mess around, thus where the sex part comes in, and then they break it off. And are extremely upset with each other, or one is more upset with the other? You don't want to desert your female friend but you enjoy the friendship you have with the male friend. What to do? Thus sex has messed up a friendship even if it wasn't the attraction between two people, but the interference of another person in the friendship.
I am the kind of person that takes everything to heart, and a lot of times, I feel responsible for others people's actions even though in my mind I know that I shouldn't. I was irresponsible in the way I handled a situation and I know I should have been watching closer. On the other hand, I have to remind myself that I am not responsible for other adults' decisions even though I am older than them.
I am sitting here upset by the situation and there is nothing that I can do to rectify it. I don't like this feeling. I am a control freak. I need to be able to control things that affect my life. In situations like this, where the decisions of others affect me, makes me annoyed. How do you react to situations you have no control over? Do you just let the friendship disintigrate?

2003-09-03T12:03:00.000-04:00

Blogging is a weird thing. You express your thoughts and feelings about different topics while in a way censoring yourself so that you are not letting every thing just hang out. But I guess that is kind of like life. When you are around certain people you sort of censor yourself as to not offend. You might think one thing but in really do something else. As my cousin said I try to just say what comes to my mind especially when it comes to a guy. But sometimes, you just cannot help it if you find yourself not letting everything hangout.
I want to run away. Get away from all who know me and all the bullshit associated with it.

2003-09-02T21:56:00.000-04:00

Tonight a change of pace.

Hi, I'm *A*, Izabelle's cousin, the one who is there when she has all these guy problems. This is my opinion, so please don't get upset when you read this. My cousin is a great person but also a huge flirt and so she attracts guys who are like her, in a way, but my cousin is not fake like these guts are. She tells them how it is. She has nothing to hide from anyone and she will not hold her tongue either. That's what I admire most about her but I think it is what causes the problems with the "guys". They are only about bullshitting and they get scared when they meet a girl with more balls then they will ever have. Extreme immaturity and an excessive need to gossip, worse than any female I might add, is makes these guys so "imperfect". The truth is, no one is perfect, but she needs help in looking for the person who is "right" for her and her circumstances. But don't get me wrong, I need help too! But I don't "look" as often as she does and I'm a lot less flirty!

2003-09-01T17:50:00.000-04:00

Sometimes I just have the best conversations over the phone with some people. We get along really well, we agree on ceratin topics and ways of thinking. But why is it that when you see the people face to face the conversation becomes basically non-existent?
This phenomenon happens to me a lot. And it ususally tends to be with guys. Sometimes, I wish I could just pick and choose parts of different guys's personalities and mix and match to make me the "perfect" guy. The Marathon conversationalists would be one aspect I would put into the guy. Others would be the sense of humor or respect shown to people.
I have this bad habit of meeting guys and falling way too fast for them because of a specific aspect of their personalities. Usually it tends to be something the previous lacked. So if I have my "perfect" guy then I should be fine, right??

2003-08-31T21:17:00.000-04:00

I try not to have regrets. What is the point of them? They do nothing. If you are regretting something that means you wish you had not done that thing to begin with, but its done and you can't change the past.
But I can't help regretting situations which changes the way that people interact with me. It breaks my heart to know that a stupid decision made by yours truly can ruin a completely cool relationship.

2003-08-31T21:13:00.000-04:00

I hate when I make plans with people and then they change it on me at the last minute. We didn't go to NYC and that makes me very annoyed.

2003-08-30T11:35:00.000-04:00

"You pick the ones with co-dependency issues that have brooding eyebrows." - Melissa analyzing my love life.

2003-08-30T03:54:00.000-04:00

I am borrowing Matt's digital camera this weekend. Hopefully that will mean that once I download the pics to my computer, I will be able to upload it onto this site.
On a completely unrelated note, it is so liberating having the house to myself. If I wanted to leave right now, I could. I have nowhere to go but I could go without having to go through the third degree.
My parents are the kind of people that will ask me where I am going everytime I step out of the house. But at times, I know they are dying to ask "Why did you come home at 6 in the morning?" But they never do. I am prepared though should that day ever arrive.
My goal is to get a job after graduation save up for a deposit and first months rent and move out by July 1st of next year. I think it is a realistic goal. The car is mine. I owe them little money, relative to how much I could owe them and I have very little amount of loans to pay back after the six month grace period.
I want to live alone, but I am not sure if that will be feasible. Maybe one roommate.
I feel as if I should explain. I need to worry. I comtemplate things like this more than is probably normal for a person my age. At times, I wish I could dream about picking grapes in a Mediterranean Vineyard like some of my friends. But I can't. My brain just does not work that way.

2003-08-29T17:39:00.000-04:00

Independência do Brasil - Várias festas vão acontecer nos EUA

2003-08-29T13:28:00.000-04:00

I have some things I want to complain about:
1) I'm a flirt. I admit it. I enjoy making guys fight for my attention. It gives me a thrill. What I don't like is when girls flirt with guys that they are not interested in and then try to play it off by saying things like "I didn't know that he liked me. I thought he just wants to be friends." Of course he does want to be your friend. He wants to be your friend with the hope that one day you will be more than friends. That is leading him on. He is thinking that he has a shot.
2) We went to a hangout at this guys' house on Tuesday night. Last night we went to another guys' house. While there we found out that the guys from Tuesday night went around telling people that they work with that we were over their house on Tuesday night, as if it was a big accomplishment. I have nothing to hide about what I do, but is it really necessary for guys to talk like that?
3) Guys who have girlfriends should not flirt with other girls, even if their girlfriend lives in another country and they haven't seen each other in 2 1/2 years. Or should they?
4) Ex-boyfriends should disappear. Do they get a weird pleasure in harrasing us?

2003-08-28T17:25:00.000-04:00

I like going to school, don't get me wrong, but after 10 weeks of classes, I am ready for a break. I have friends who went to other schools which have 15 week semesters. I would not have been able to do that. I get bored too easily.