Day 2 Day

Working toward a goal, sometimes it can be overwhelming. But I stayed optimistic and in doing so, reached a goal I thought was almost impossible for me. But nothing is impossible. I saw someone on television say something and I usually am not moved by things I see on television. But this woman hit the nail on the head. She said "why not me?" I couldn't help but agree. And it feels good to know that I could do something and did. Yes, I'm speaking hokey but it feels pretty good.

One would assume family should be considered dependable. Then again, history speaks for itself. When a family member calls on you in a time of need, the last question you want in the back of your head is - is this a hoax? The poorest street pharmacist I know calls and asks to borrow money. Gives me water works and all. Even brings up a childs well being as a factor. How can I say no? I mean, what else is family for. Empty promises to pay me back in 3 days. That was 46 days ago; yeah I'm annoyed. Don't get me wrong, I used that sweet 600 bucks the govt sent me but I earned that, I pay my taxes, unlike some street medicators I know. And the pity game of "well I have a hard life and I don't have it like you" comes out. But wait, you have 12 years on me. That's 12 years you had extra to make a good life. No more excuses, pay me my 500 and let's call it a day. Now YOU tell ME what's really good.

Don't eat at TGIF's. The chicken and shrimp that was suppose to be sizzling was nothing more then a slice of american cheese and an 86 cent chicken nugget. And that wasn't even my meal. How funny is that. Wait, its not - still hungry and 50 bucks poorer. This is my not happy face.

How easily the hours fly by when I find myself lost in the pages of an unexpectedly good read. Caught up in the pages of Twilight by Stepenie Meyer, highly envious at her skill. I've been struggling with a few pieces of work for awhile, wondering if that's all they'll, just words on a page, a file on the laptop, pieces of work not worth much of anything. I'd like to think otherwise. That someday, someone will devour my skilled words and appreciate all of my creativity. But how long do you dream a dream before you wonder how feasible it really is. I'm envious and astonished at the same time, wondering what exactly is holding me back and how much do I love it all if I do absolutely nothing with it. When does it stop being a dream and become a clutch. Something easier to talk about rather then ever doing anything about anything. I'm still wondering. Just a thought.

Dare I admit, I have fallen victim to the phone craze, though I always think I was one of those people. Though in my defense, I usually only get a phone upgrade every 16-20 months so thats way better then most people I know. I'm a self proclaimed Palm junkie and I fiddle with it endlessly though it does keep me highly amused when annoying people are talking in the care (Sodoku can be a theraputic distraction...not when I'm driving of course.)

I dont know why I start writing on these things to be honest, half of my friends do the whole Facebook thing which I never seemed to catch on to. I did the Myspace and realized too many people were all up in my space so nixed that bad boy as quickly as I could. All sorts of confusing, if you actually read more then one or two of these, you'll catch on pretty quickly that I tend to have one or two good thoughts amongst a tangent of confusion.

Currently reading the Genesis issue of my fav magazine "Bitch." I would recommend anyone, male or female to take a read. Well, I think thats enough babbling for one day.

P.S. I didnt know if I should check the offensive box since I put the bad lady word in this post, but since its a title to a very good mag, I dont think I will. See if I get smacked for that one.

Sometimes we view things that take us to an unhappy place, a scary memory, an image that has been burned into the soul. Sometimes people come close to us and we can sense the aura as clearly as one can smell a bodily scent. A man with abilities beyond explanation, showing clear acts of mystery, amusing people with little effort. My heart couldn't stop racing. Something about him took me back to tea leaves and necklaaces and late night Misa's on Saturdays with madrina and all of those nameless people who truly believed in their common bond of a faith in a wooden statue who commanded loyalty through signs of vengance and brutality. It amazes me how some creepy looking guy could take me back to walking to that house on the hill. A thousand thoughts of dead chickens, voodoo dolls and cows hearts. I can't say all people who practice magic have as ill of a heart and mind as the people I was exposed to but that mans aura and his floating straws and balls of flame made me feel no better. I can't explain how scolding water didn't burn our skin, how a horse hair whip didn't eat the skin off my back, how we didn't go absolutely insane hearing about the demons who tore off our protective beads and stood watching from the foot of our beds. Looking back, I'm certain anyone would have lost their minds for less. Crazy people never know their crazy but I'm sure it is etched somewhere in the makeup of who I am. The magic man, someone l'll likely never see again. Here's hoping. Just a thought.

Yet another night spent over coffee at Ihop. I highly recommend this place for people suffering from writers block. Enjoying yet another conversation about stupid people and horror movies. I'm sure I'll cover stupid people in another post. Stay tuned. My friend and I talked about our intense phobia of horror movies. This turned into a two hour conversation. Don't get me wrong, I don't have a weak stomach. The point we covered had to do with the possibility of these horror films. Burnt guy coming back from the dead intonsome drunken sex crazed teens dreams doesn't scare me. Based on true events does. Hollywood making money off the true tortures of someone, this terrifies me. My heart goes out to the people out there who are going through the hell our next big blockbuster will be based on. Your pain and fear will entertain millions. You shall not die in vain. Just a thought.

After reading an article in one of my favorite magazines, Bitch, my interest was peaked over the controversy of the LeBron James and Giselle Bundchen cover. I will admit it does have a evident similarity to a controversial poster of a barbaric ape holding the white damsel with a label of killiing the beast. What I wonder is, if Giselle was in a dominant position would it not have been just as controversial? At the end of the day, I am a bit more disturbed that LeBron was the first black male on the cover of Vogue in its existance. I don't see why dark skin is not cover worthy or not treated as such. Don't put me on the cover to meet a quota but don't keep me off for the wrong reasons either. Just a thought.

I always want to start these off really strong and never do. I'm currently 24, working for Barnes and Nobles, Married and writing daily. I'm majorly into Theatre and the script I'm currently working on. Other then that...well, dont know what else to say. I was born and raised in NYC though I havent lived there for 7 years. I have three older sisters and Im Puerto Rican. Yep, Thats it.