I know what I want out of Life

I chose TAMIU.

Yes, after months of heart wrenching deliberation, I can currently be found within a sea of dustdevils and not at Aggieland. My first day at TAMIU didn't give me butterflies in my stomach like the first day of class usually does. I'm always really excited to meet my new teachers, but most of my professors sound like the teacher from the Peanuts comics: "wha, whaah, whaaah, whaaah", except for my British Lit teacher who actually keeps my attention.

He told us that our future diploma is just a decoration, what really matters is what is intangible: The prize that is knowledge.

While I'm on the topic about British Lit, which is a class full of juniors, there is this annoying guy ALWAYS making arbitrary comments. He looks like 30 years old and he's constantly adding his unnecessary 2 cents into every comment the teacher makes. I knew this guy's female equivalent in High School and this guy just proved those "type" of people never change. Honestly, the other 60 people in the room WANT YOU TO SHUT UP! I don't know how to handle this guy, but I take my Chaucer very seriously.

I'm like a horse that needs blinders because people making googly eyes or texting during lectures distracts me. I feel like I'm at the movies with people talking behind me, and I just might get so annoyed that I will stand from my chair in front the class and tell them to "be quiet!"

My first lesson at TAMIU is Tolerance. Ah, these are the joys of Freshman year!

The Venus Human Trap

Can someone please explain to me why I was stuck in traffic for 15 minutes today? I know it's a Friday, but it wasn't even five o' clock yet! People are barely getting ready for the evening gridlock. Traveling down Highway 83/Zapata Highway is probably my biggest driving pet peeve. I avoid it at all costs, unless I mindlessly drive into it like a fly in a Venus fly trap!

I can't even begin to explain the headache: 35 MPH speed limit, four unnecessary stop lights, seven major subdivisions (plus out of town traffic) servicing the four lane highway, and Laredoans don't even know how to drive to begin with!

Thank you TxDot!
You have created a monster!
An evil time consuming, stress inducing, monster!

but he was still hungry

In my world, Dr. Suess is the king of Children's Literature. However, there are some children's books that compete with the biggest titles in Literature: The Little Prince, I'll Love You Forever, and The Very Hungary Caterpillar. The simplicity and the illustrations let your mind loose on some very big themes. Just as powerful, they can put a smile on your face.

I mean I think everyone has had those days where they are so hungry they eat one piece of chocolate cake, one ice cream cone, one pickle, one slice of Swiss cheese, one slice of salami, one lollipop, one piece of cherry pie, one sausage, one cupcake and one slice of watermelon. That resulted in a stomach ache.

Okay, well maybe it's not the most eloquent prose ever written, but you can't help but smile at this fat ass Caterpillar eating all the damn food.

Problem Child X 4

I was raised by my grandparents, and even though I was a little monster as a child, now there is nothing that I wouldn't do for them. My attachment to them grew from their caring and love.

Now my family consists of five children: myself, 18, and then a 13, 8, 6, and 5 year old. My parents are scared of us. They don't even try to discipline my brothers and spoil them, letting them run the family schedule and cry until they get what they want.

My parents are always asking me to babysit, yet leave no authority to me, and let my brothers undermine me. My brother who is 13 years old is allowed to go out even though he bullies the younger ones and never helps around the house.

Oh yeah, I'm the only child who helps around the house. Not because I am the only child blessed by god with working legs and arms, but because I'm a female. My four brothers never have to pull their own weight in this household. That is the #1 reason I fight with my parents.

Although I really do love child, this situation has left me psychologically scarred: I don't want children. I had the greatest upbringing and if put in the position to raise children right now, I would do a damn good job. All because I was taught to care.

Usually I am the one trying to discipline my brothers, but it all falls on deaf ear, when they can do whatever they want with my parents. This week I'm not even going to raise an eye brow. My parents can deal with their problem children all by themselves.

Photoshopping for the hell of it: Jocy's Birthday

I've been out of my element too long!

Being in Yearbook and Journalism had me writing and photoshopping almost everyday for 10 months straight. For the past 2 months all I've been doing is reading articles and trying to getting the serious things in my life (college, finances, random paper work, etc.) in order.

Yet, the need to create has had me restless all week. Making a masthead for my blog has been a temporary antidote, but I need more. Honestly, not creating is boring.

Good Deed of the Day: Anonymous Donor

An anonymous donor made it possible for 70 dogs to be adopts from the animal shelter for free. I am so grateful and relieved for all those little critters that would have to be euthanized had it not been for all those people to take them home. I truly hope they all went to a good home.

I'll save my money in case a similar situation arises again; I'm a sucker for a cute puppy.