I can't believe I survived this semester

Lying in bed, as the sheets set themselves around my body, I look forward to 5 hours of sleep. The sooner I go to bed the faster tomorrow comes and, even though I'm not getting enough sleep, the more tomorrow takes to come the better it is. Having to wake up at 5:20 every morning to go to class, then come home, nap, go to work, get home late at night; not a routine I'm fond of at all. But I have gone to bed late, I have gotten up at dawn, tomorrows have come and gone, and now December is a day away. With only a month and a week left here it's really hard to imagine myself having another life than this one. I have finally gotten used to this and it's going to change drastically yet again, for the better, but it's still change, and that's for the worst.

Just because everything is different doesn't mean anything has changed. ~Irene Peter

I dare not to write.

Not because of a lack of things to say, but because I'm afraid I would feel guilty for anything that I publish. And the guilt I would feel would not be caused by what people will feel about what I write, it would be about making it public. Telling the world is only admitting it to yourself.

Better to write for yourself and have no public, than to write for the public and have no self. ~Cyril Connolly

So let's see

All the things I've thought about writing but were either too lazy to do it or just didn't think it was good enough:

1. It all started after I read the oh-so-famous "The Metamorphosis" by Franz Kafka: I thought about starting a new blog, but it would only be about the books I've read and what I think about them and such. I read a lot, and I'm pretty much the only person I know who reads as much as me, so that always leaves me all alone and with no one to talk to about the books I read. True, I could talk about them to anyone, but they wouldn't really get it unless they read it too so. But then I decided not to cause... I don't know, I just didn't think it would be that great of an idea.. But, actually, now that I'm thinking about it again it DOESN'T sound like such a bad idea after all.. hmmm.

2. Then on Monday I didn't go to a class for the first time in like 2 years, W-O-W. See, I never ever skip, or am late, so this was a first. So I thought about writing that, but see? There's nothing much to tell.

3. And last, but not least, I thought about writing about yesterday at work. About how much I not-like the Holidays and blah blah blah. And about how, at work, now they're putting on some of those dumb Christmas songs which just irritate me. But, that's not all, sung by children! Oh boy! It's hard, it really is, having to listen to that and still manage to smile at customers.

The End.
Now everyone knows what I've been officially up to and not writing about.

It is not necessary to accept everything as true, one must only accept it as necessary. ~ The Trial, by Franz Kafka

Waiting With Old People

Three stories that include me, waiting my turn, and old people:

1. I was gonna get in line to pay so I ask this sweet old lady if she's in the line as well. She says no, that she's not, and then she starts talking to me about her son that died last year... What the fuck.

2. I'm going to pay when the cashier makes a comment about how tired she is. The old man behind me says that she should be grateful for having a job, that I (and points to me) probably wished I had one. Do I look like a hobo? I corrected his mistake by saying that, as a matter of fact, I have a job and that I go to school too, which the cashier seems to admire.

3. I'm sitting down waiting to be called. There's two empty chairs to my left and one to my right. An old woman appears and chooses the one on my right, putting her enormous ass, not only on her chair, but also on my skirt. Yes people, she sat on my skirt because she was that freaking close to me! Seriously!

I am old enough to see how little I have done in so much time, and how much I have to do in so little. ~Sheila Kaye-Smith

Letter to Jeff Made Public

Jeff and I send letters to each other.
The rules:
1. It is not allowed to say when a letter is sent,
2. nor when one is received.
3. It is not allowed to talk about what is written in a letter,
4. nor to mention anything in an e-mail.
5. It is not allowed to change the rules created by Noelia,
6. so she can do whatever she wants in the end.




Estimated delivery date: Monday, November 9, 2009, at 6:15 AM.
Estimated arrival date: Thursday, November 12, 2009, at noon.

The one good thing about not seeing you is that I can write you letters. ~Svetlana Alliluyeva

Being Genuine Behind the Counter

I have had 6 jobs in my entire life, including the one I have now. Every single one of them has a been completely different from the rest, but they all have had 4 things in common:

I got paid to be nice,
to be kind,
to be friendly,
and to smile.

At first you really do it, be kind I mean, because you're excited about your new job and you're deathly afraid of getting fired. Later on you realize that you're getting paid for it, so you start feeling a bit like a hypocrite. And lastly, you MIGHT just end up doing it genuinely because it actually starts to feel good.

Today I had a rather interesting talk with my boss and, in the middle of it, a client interrupted. I could see how fake she was so badly I almost even felt bad for the client who bought it all so blindly. But then I realized that it's, not only her job on the line, but her entire career. How can you build your life around being fake? It's when I'm surrounded by people like that, whose lives are obviously NOT what I want mine to end up like, that I start to panic about what my future holds. I already found The One in my life, now I have to find a career in which I can be genuine.

Today I bent the truth to be kind, and I have no regret, for I am far surer of what is kind than I am of what is true. ~Robert Brault

Dear Jeff:

Have you ever been just sitting on a bench outside or walking down a sidewalk when, out of nowhere, the sun comes out of the clouds and all it's rays are pointing straight at you? As if you're the only person it's shining on? ... Today I was thinking how we were once complete strangers to each other. Completely oblivious to each other's existence... and now ...

Love puts the fun in together, the sad in apart, and the joy in a heart. ~Author Unknown