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Smiling like an idiot

Sam is back in my life :)

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So much to do, so little time, hence I'm blogging!!

I'm always busy. it is impossible for someone in grad school not to be busy. However I have two kinds of busy, regular busy, procrastination busy.


Regular busy is when I'm less efficient but I'm constantly working. Procrastination busy is when I'm extremely busy but I find the time to procrastinate on facebook, vox/blogs and everquest. But still do all that I need to do. 

So, what do I need to do?

Apart of entertaining my parents and sisters for the next week or so which will delay all I have to do, my schedule this semester is as follow (divided by "subject")

Archaeological Ceramics
-Analyze a collection of St. John's Material from Brevard County and prepare a 20 page publishable quality paper
-Prepare a 15 minute oral presentation on it.

This is actually fun and not to difficult, but it's time consuming...

Ecology of Religion
-Prepare a 20 page publishable paper on a topic related to religion and my research
- Prepare a 15 minute oral presentation on it

Same as the previous one, but I'm torn between which topics to chose and since i'm already doing something totally unrelated to my MA on the other class, I really need this one to be related

Puerto Rican Culture (my easy class!)
-Do an oral presentation on language
-Write a book review
-Write a 15 page paper

To be honest, I'll probably do a simplified version of my Ecology of Religion paper. The presentation on language should be relatively easy as long as I can get time to do it while my parents are here (it's due next week). The book review is the only thing out of this world (so to say), and it should be easy.

Random
-Write 2 book reviews for the Journal of Caribbean Archaeology
-Present at the FASA colloquium and at the SAA's in Atlanta this year

I really should just get those book reviews out of the way, and I might do that during this week. My sisters want to go to Sea World, I really don't (long story and PTSD). So that gives me a full day on my own which should be enough to get one of those two books read. and possibly a book review (one of them is extremely short). The presentations are tightly linked with my next category since they will be presenting what is my MA paper.

Graduation (kinda...)
-Finish Master's Paper
-Comps (or is it Quals? o.O)
-Presenting Master's Paper

I'm not doing MA thesis, since I'm staying here for my PhD, but I still need to write a quality 30+ publishable paper. take 2 days (8 hours each day, one day for Methods, one day for Theory) of tests (essay questions). And then I need to present to the department my finished paper.


All of this must be done between today and by the end of May. I figured May was so long away, and then I looked at my calendar and realized it's already February, leaving me with 3 months to do all of this. 

When do I breathe?
I guess while I snore...

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Writing... (mostly in Spanish)

I wrote this last night while having a beer and listening to some band:


Como que una cosa buena salio de aqui.

Tengo ganas de escribir. Mientras escucho una musica reminiscent of shady jazz lounges y tomo una Negra Modelo me siento inmersa en algo completamente negro. Pero solo necesito alzar la vista para darme cuenta que soy lo mas negro. La musica is played by white as white muchachos. Casi escribo gringo, pero estos tienen ritmo. El baterista parece ser de descendencia oriental, pero los otros parecen ostentar sus cuellos rojos mientras se esconden en un ritmo primariamente latino y negro. Un ritmo que es ritmo. Entra otro muchacho  de descendencia oriental y veo como personas a mi alrededor se quedan mirando como escribo furiosamente en este papel.

Sonrio y pienso en que esta seria mi etnografia. Pero busco ser muy poetica para poder ser una antropologa seria,

Pero, ¿cuanta antropologia se harmoniza con versos de poesia? ¿No es mas real?

El ultimo muchacho oriental, que por cierto me acuerda a Jason, se une a este cuarteto con un saxofon a la melodia de la trompeta. Y, ¿en que pienso? En papi. En cuanto quiero comprarle una buena trompeta. En cuanto quiero escucharlo. En lo feliz que estoy porque lo vere a el y a mami en solo cuestion de dias.

El solo de trompeta me acuerda a el, and yet I have never heard him play. Que curiosa es la memoria...

Obviamente, luego de un solo de trompeta, viene el solo de saxofon. Entra en mi mente dos memorias, haciendo mas curiosa y graciosa a la memoria. Pienso en Transport Tycoon y la variedad de musica jazz  (tres canciones!!) repitiendose una y otra vez en lo que eran horas de juego. La segunda memoria, en la que pienso con tan solo ver una persona aguantando un saxofon y la memoria por la cual pido disculpas ya que puede parecer absurda aunque es inequivocablemente graciosa, Lisa Simpson.

Con esta imagen me doy cuenta que debo terminar esta cerveza e irme a casa. Pero, tengo la esperanza del gran gesto. Pero ,ya, Alondra, no mas. No vale la pena seguir pensando en esto,

De vuelta al cuarteto convertido en quinteto. Un grupo de personas los escucha, amistades del conjunto. Creo que me miran esperando que termine haciendo algo que los deje saber porque escribo tanto.

Mejor que nada, pienso en que cuando me vaya terminen hablando de si escribia una critica o si solo escribia por escribir. Pero, ¿cuantos siguen haciendo eso: escribir por escribir?

Mi ultimo trago en la cerveza se aproxima, y con el mi despedida.

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Because doing stupid things are fun!

Twenty random things about me:


1. I love taking quizzes, I even have subscriptions to dating sites, like okcupid, just so I can take quizzes!

2. I'm allergic to bleach in 3 different ways (eyes, nasal, skin), amongst many other allergies!

3. I hate butterflies and moths.

4. I abuse the (...) as I type. I'd like to think that I'm making dramatic... pauses...

5. I don't want to finish college, ever! I can't see myself not studying. Even thinking of getting another PhD after I finish 
this one.

6. I write a lot. It doesn't have to make sense. in fact, it is often nonsense.

7. I can easily write in Spanglish. As in de momento interchange entre Espanol and Ingles and keep typing a la misma velocidad. Can do the same while talking.

8. Eight is in fact my favorite number. How it is written, in both English and Spanish (eight and ocho) and how it looks in numbers! 8888 It is also the vertical version of infinity!

9. I read 733t speak

10. I love spices. The spicier the food the better.

11.When I was little I used to say that I would travel the world and write a book with each chapter detailing my experience in each destination. I still REALLY want to do this.

12. Cuddling and sex are awesome.

13. Cuddling and sex on rainy days is awesomer!

14. I like to say that things are made of *insert random thing here* Like, I am made of sleep. You are made of awesome. She is made of cheese.

15. The only thing I really like about facebook is writing random things in my status.

16. I am easily turned on by intellectual arguments!

17. I love listening to cello and violin music

18. I am a pro-independence Puerto Rican. I'd prefer statehood than the current status quo

19. I find it interesting that my mother who is not a feminist and is religious, inspired me to be an agnostic feminist (and I mean that in the best way)

20. I secretly know that I'd be really happy with being a grade school teacher... or working with smaller kids

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Le pathetique continues part deux!

EDIT: yes.. I know.. how dare I edit a blog post? And this is not just an edit.. this is a censureship!! OH NOES!


Men are so fickle and predictable I can only laugh.


 Don't insult my intelligence. I can read people very very well, and what I can't learn about what you say or do, I WILL learn in other ways.


It's disappointing really. I was hoping I was wrong about him. Le sigh.

I know he can see my profile, and I really hope he got to read my status message: "...thinks that if you don't want something known, KEEP IT OUT OF FACEBOOK. This message has been bought to you by: Secrets, it's nice to keep them that way..."




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Le pathetique continues

I keep trying to write poems and I'm failing miserably. I've been thinking a lot; I could exaggerate  and say more so than usual, but let's refrain from that.
I can't write a poem about him. I think I've jinxed myself. All my poems have been written to those that haven't deserved me, and I want him to deserve me. But, I also want to get his attention which is why I really want to make this poem, or more like a song.
I'll see if Isma comes up with a melody for me to write lyrics for. That should help me a lot more.

In different but related news,

I met somebody. And he's quirky, and funny and smart and almost everything I could want from a guy. I know he's interested, but he's recently getting out of a relationship (or in the process) and I'm not sure how to deal with that if the moment came for me to deal with it.

In any case, I daydream a lot. So, there I am daydreaming about this new guy and then the thought enters my mind of the previous one. Seriously... What... the... fuck....?

I'm tired... I should get more sleep....

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Great Christmas Present

I just saw my final grades, and although I had a general idea of what they would be, it's nice to see them officially.

Unfortunately, I no longer have a 4.0 GPA. BUT I PASSED ARCH THEORY WITH A B!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I got an A in independent work, which was a given, and a painful B+ in Osteology. I would have rather gotten a B or B-.... I didn't do a sketchbook of bones, if I had I would have gotten an A. But that would mean less time for Arch Theory which would have probably led to a C in it, so I would have had to repeat it. So, hooray!

3.83 GPA is really not bad at all. Specially considering that it's not like people ask for the transcripts and check my graduate grades, AND I fucking passed Theory and I won't have to go through it again, HAH!

Ok.. elated state of mind, hooray!

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Words of wisdom... Maybe

So, I saw this episode of Home Improvement (yes, I'm on vacation, with not much of something better to do), and Randy (OMG JTT! haha) is back home for the holidays, but he feels weird and awkward. He had this image of this perfect Christmas; and come Christmas it is not that. He realizes that you can never go back to the same home. Two reasons for this:

  • You change, and although your family also changes they don't go through the same changes as you.
  • That image of what your family was is probably distorted and most probably not true.
I feel in this situation right now. I'm home for the holidays, but I feel like a guest. Ugh...

In slightly different news,

I was looking for a quote from My Fair Lady on http://www.imdb.com
"The difference between a lady and a flower girl is not how she behaves, but how she is treated. "

Alas, fate drove my attention to another quote:

"I don't care how you treat me. I don't mind your swearing at me. I shouldn't mind a black eye; I've had one before this. But I won't be passed over!"

Yea... refer to posts below this one, and Eliza could not have said it any better.

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Bla

I feel like I'm not worth fighting for.

I'm just someone to be there and then disregard.

I feel like crap

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It's the most wonderful time...

Finals are over, I just got back yesterday (rather early this morning) to Puerto Rico and will stay here till Jan 9th.

I am a very very happy panda.

But what's best, I got the grades I expected to get to pass the classes this semester. B in Theory, I think a B in Osteology (Curve is not done yet, but if it's not B it's an A) and A in my independent Study. My GPA fell from a 4.0 to a 3.78 but this will be soon counteracted by my next semesters, so it's aaaaaall gooood!

In other news,

I've been having weird dreams related to el Dio. Well... fuck him. I'm tired and I'm home!

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