English or Spanish???

I was doing nothing (as always) and I decided to check out blogger to see what kind of nonsense I had written in this blog of mine.

I actually sort of liked my posts from before and it reminded me of things I had been feeling before which is always cool of course.

The one thing I didn't quite liked was the fact that this blog doesn't have just one language in general.

When I first started this blog I wanted to make it a journal where I could just write boring stuff that had happened in my life at the moment. Just general stuff of my routine. But like usual I neglected this blog......and ended up coming back after I don't know how many months since my lost post in Spanish, and i just felt like writing a post. I used English without even noticing it.

I guess a lot of people who are bilingual have this issue in many areas of their lifes. When you're completely bilingual you might have moments when you feel more comfortable a language and another one at other times.

My native tongue (this sounds to me like I'm from a tribe o_o) is Spanish but since I've been living here in the U.S. since high school I also have certain phrases or words that I'm more comfortable using in English.

But enough of all this babbling.

From now on (hopefully) as queen bee of this blog, I'll be writing in English in this particular blog.

I want some food please

Lately I've been craving a lot of stuff. Like a freaking pregnant woman.

But NO WAY I'm pregnant.

But I'm starting to feel sorry for all those pregnant chicks who I always watch on TV having cravings in the middle of the night. Usually I felt sorry for the husband and thought to myself "Geezzz lady, your kid doesn't even know what pizza is yet, stop blaming this whims on your unborn child". But now I see their point.

Cravings in the middle of the night is just something sooooooo frustrating for everyone involved.

I was so craving a chocolate cake with whipped cream on top. Mmmmm. And the night before that I was craving a very cheessy pizza with a lot of pineaple and red peper. Just writing about it makes me want to have one.

I guess all this crazziness is because I'm sort of kinda on a diet.

I'm still not sure if I should call it a diet because........well.....I still kinda eat whatever I want, except on smaller portions of course.

But i'm not sure if it's working out because since to keep my self within the limited calories amount per day I need, I can only eat for example three misserable chips ahoy cookies with half a glass of milk. And that alone is like 200 something calories. And I don't get full with just that. Who does???

So then I eat cereal with nuts and dried strawberries and lots of other yummy stuff. But just that is 250 calories. Not counting milk!! So by the time I'm done with my breakfast I've already consumed half the calories I need per day.

And the worst part of this is that my stupid stomach makes these really embarrasing noises if i don't feed it every 10 minutes.

Since I'm in school part of the morning and the afternoon I need to keep feeding my stomach nonstop in classes because I don't want it to start growling at me. And I mean that literally.

It makes so much noise I'm completely mortified whenever I have a test and I can't just keep on eating.

sigh :(
I guess I'm not going to lose weight.

Another summer without hitting the beaches.

Sleepless in.......my room.

yawnnnnnnn
I'm so tired +_+ right now.

I didn't go to bed at all last night. I just didn't feel like "wasting" my time sleeping. I have this funny thing were I feel like taking showers ans sleeping is "losing" precious time. Even though those two are extremely important for survival and above all presentation.

I keep hearing and reading that one needs to get at least 8 hours of sleep every night. And that sleep makes you have better skin and look better overall.

But even that doesn't make me want to hit the sheets.

What's wrong with me???!!!!!

Why the hell can't I just stick to an schedule(a NORMAL one for once) and finally get good skin in return????

I need sleep.

I need coffee(But I won't drink any because I don't like the taste.......except for those iced coffees from starucks. With whipped cream. Yummmsss)

I need a life period. There has to be one around here somewhere. right??

N E E D -T O -G E T - OFFLINE.

Momentos

No se si a ustedes ke ha pasado, pero no sienten como si todo lo que creen saber desparece en un segundo por un simple golpe. Hoy paso algo asi. Mi vida, no esta del todo mal. Aunque a veces quisiera ser diferente y tener a otro tipo de personas alredeor mio, no puedo quejarme de mi vida cotidiana. En su mayor parte es pasable. Se que muchos pasan por cosas que yo no me puedo ni imaginar y eso es lo que me da fuerza para no lamenterme de lo que me pasa. Se que todo en esta vida es pasajero, incluso la felicidad. Nada dura para siempre. Todo debe acabar en algun momento. Lo que yo siento va ser diferente en unos minutos. Mañana todo lo que siento ahorita va ha desaparecer igual que mis lagrimas. Puede que vuelvan a hacer una aparicion fugaz en un par de dias o semanas o meses, pero de igual manera desaparecera. Esta es mi unica motivacion para seguir adelante. El saber que lo peor puede pasar. Y que yo voy ha ser feliz por momentos al igual que todos los demas en este mundo me hace sonreir por un instante. Los pequeños momentos de felicidad es por lo que uno vive. Al menos eso es lo que me ha enseñado mi madre. No quiero darle toda la responsabilidad a lo que soy hoy dia, pero ella es definitivamente un gran factor de lo que soy hoy en dia. Yo soy yo. Aunque aun no sepa que ese yo significa para mi o para los demas, se que no lo puedo cambiar y que me guste o no, lo que esta dentro de mi esta ahi para quedarse.

Quedarse por siempre...

Rutinas del dia (lavar los platos)

Supongo que la mayoria la igual que yo, odia hacer las cosas de la casa. Lo que menos me gusta es lavar los platos. Por laguna razon me parece una de las tareas mas pesadas de todas. Yo, mi mama y mi hermana siempre nos peleamos por no tener que hacerlo. Mi mama, al ser la mama claro, debe de tomar una posicion mas responsable y por eso ella acaba lavando los platos. Pero esto no sucede sin que ella comienza a decir como yo y mi hermana somos unas irresponsables y que cuando ella no este a ver quien lo va hacer. Pero aunque a mi no me guste hacer las cosas de la casa, me gusta la limpieza (ironico no?) Por eso desde ya hace un tiempo hago horarios para que todas hagamos las cosas en mi casa. A mi no me gusta dejar las cosas asi no mas. Cuando limpio lo tengo que hacer bien o si no no lo hago. Esto es a veces bueno y otras veces no. Cuando limpio con muchas ganas, limpio hasta el ultimo rincon de toda mi casa. Pero cuando limpio me gusta estar sola, sin nadie que me este molestando o ensuciando mientras trabajo. Ya que mi casa para ocupada por alguien de mi familia, esta condicion que yo tengo para limpiar raramente ocurre. Por eso, mi limpiezas "profundas" han sido vistas muy pocas veces por mi familia. Esta semana no he limpiado mucho, pero si he mantenido mi palabra de lavar los platos los dias que me toca (Lunes, Miercoles, Viernes y Domingo) y tambien boto la basura sin que me digan nada. Estoy mejorando verdad?

bueno hasta la proxima con otro aburrido dia en mi vida (1* temporada)

Life's facts (at least my life's facts)

Today I had a mini fight with my mom. We usually have some of those. There is always something that bothers me not only of her but of everyone in my family. My sister has told me before that I think too highly of myself and that I put other people down. Although I always deny this, I think that if I'm sincere with myself, I have to agree with her. I do put people down. Sometimes I don't want to but I still do it. Is there a reason for this, maybe? I might have some psychological trauma from childhood that makes me hurt those that are closer to me. What really bugs me is that I'm totally different with other people. I would actually be considered a pushover by people outside my family. I don't really know myself. I always brag to my sisters that I know who I am and that I never have a problem with self confidence but true to be told I'm terrified of other people. Although I always say that I don't care what others think I actually do. I wish I didn't. I wish I was confident enough to trust myself and not care of what others might think of me. That might never happen. Right now, at this point of my life, I feel more lost than ever. I feel so alone. I feel like somedays I can't deal with anything or anyone. That scares me a little. Actually a lot. I don't know if I'm strong enough to have my life as I want it. I need a purpose, but I just don't know how to get one. Help!

blahh y mas blah

Si mal no recuerdo en mi ultimo post me dije a mi misma que iba ha tratar de escribir un post una vez al dia. Y como era de esperarse no fue asi. La verdad es que no es la primera vez que digo que voy a hacer algo y termino no haciendolo. Esto pasa la mayor parte del tiempo. Y cuando pienso en ello me digo a misma "eso no esta bien, nada bien" pero acabo haciendolo de todas maneras.
Me imagino, o al menos espero que, no soy la unica a la que eso le pasa. Aunque este blog es mayormente para mi misma, siento que no le estoy prestando la atencion necesaria y no estoy haciendo lo que me propuse.
El blog lo hize mayormente para que mi vada diaria y lo que pienso y siento todos los dias puedan ser expresados y analizados en el futuro. Recuerdo que hace poco encontro un diario en donde escribia lo que sentia en momentos de profunda colera (mayormente hacia mis padres), y no pude evitar reirme al leer alguna de las cosas escritas en aquel diario. En esos tiempos pense que nunca cambiaria mi manera de pensar, pero obviamnete he cambiado mucho al pasar del tiempo. Todos cambian, y aunque a uno no le guste los cambios, los cambios llegan a nuestras vidas tarde o temprano.

Bueno, voy a acabar este post aqui porque ya se me fue la inspiracion.
veamos cuanto tiempo pasa hasta mi proxio post.*-*