Too little, too late

So I found the perfect song to express how I felt towards the end of my only serious relationship I've had. I normally do not post any references to this relationship, because I'm trying to not dwell on it and quite frankly, I'm ready to move on and be my own person.

Too Little Too Late - Jojo

Come with me, stay the night
You say the words but boy it dont feel right
What do ya expect me to say 
(You know it's just too little too late)
You take my hand, and you say you've changed
But boy you know your beggin' dont fool me
because to you it's just a game 
(You know it's just too little too late)

So let me go now
'Cause time has made me strong
I'm starting to move on
Im gonna say this now
Your chance has come and gone
And you know...

[Chorus]
It's just too little too late
A little too long 
And I can't wait
But you know all the right things to say
(You know it's just too little too late)
You say you dream of my face
But you don't like me
You just like the chase
So be real
It doesn't matter anyway
(You know it's just too little too late)

Yeah Yeah..It's just too little too late...Mhmmm

I was young, 
And in love
I gave you everything
But it wasn't good enough
And now you wanna communicate
(You know it's just too little too late)
Go find someone else
And lettin' you go
Im lovin' myself
You got a problem
But don't come askin' me for help
'Cause you know

[Chorus]

It's just too little too late
A little too long
And I cant wait
But you know all the right things to say
(You know it's just too little too late)

[Bridge]
I can love with all of my heart, baby
I know I have so much to give
(I have so much to give)
With a player like you
I don't have a prayer
That's the way to live
Ohhhh...mmm noo
It's just too little too late
YEEEAAAHHH...

[Chorus]

It's just too little too late [x2]

[Chorus] 

What it means to be punk

I think now I understand or rather have realized what it means to truly be Punk in our modern day society. According to Mr. Greg Graffin's "Punk Manifesto" a punk walks the thin line between social conformity and denouncing their social development. For my Catholic Imagination course we have to write a one page analysis of the human imagination as such. For this portion of the final I have chosen to write it from the Punk Imagination. Now I truly understand what Mr. Graffin has been getting at in his essay and what it means to be punk and how I AM PUNK. After almost 4 years of my undergraduate courses at Georgetown I have learned to walk that fine academic line of what my ideals/beliefs/thoughts are and how to utilize them in my courses to get my discourse across to my professors. 

So then does this realization complete my ideological process over to being a full punk????

Sock Monkeys, Scarves....?

As I sit here at Saxby's, what has almost become a morning ritual for me: grab a latte, sit read the paper, review for classes for the day, work on assignments and read what I didn't get a chance to the night before; I want to really craft all day and have all these lovely ideas.

I was just reading this blog, which is a great one, and I got inspired to do this awesome scarf for my mom. So I am going to order some supplies online and hopefully have it done and shipped off for Mother's Day. I almost feel like I have returned to my days in elementary school where you create things for your mami on Mother's Day, but as they say those are the best gifts. 

I also have this awesome idea to make a sock monkey for my nephew. I just need to search for organic socks and stuffing as well, because my brother and his wife are all for organic with Benji. Actually now that I think about it, I will make him a pair of sock monkeys. Then they can keep each other company and be sock monkey bffs. :)

Also here is an adorable picture of my ever growing faster than ever nephew that I love as if he was my own child. Of course, he is indeed my "son" for the time being of course. I am living vicariously through my brother and his wife. My parents are definitely happy to be abuelitos and have the privilege of seeing Benji about 3 times a week. 

So without further blabber from me, here's my little munchkin

 

One week and one day

Here I sit, one week and one day later still patiently waiting to hear back about my fate for this summer and the rest of my life. I know the interviewer said I would get an email sometime early this week. I don't like that sometime early this week can mean a wide range of things. I really do hope I get this job offer. To able to teach would be a gift in itself. Nothing I believe is more rewarding than teaching. I guess, I'll have to continue to wait anxiously to hear back from them.

Also, I bought my plane ticket back to LA. Its the final one way.......so it all comes down to May 20th!

*sigh*

Job Interview #1

At approximately 11:08am I got that call. The call I had been waiting anxiously for all morning. My first over the phone interview for a serious, postgraduation job. Eeekk!!! I felt confident, but at the same time a bit nervous. I made sure to smile as I answered my phone, someone once told you that people can hear it over the phone if you're smiling or not. So I tried my best. I wore a simple, black collared dress with my white cardigan and black flats. Another previous supervisor had advised me to always dress to impress for phone interviews, because it changes the way you speak and feel. Boy, was she right!!! The interview lasted for about 35 minutes. Not too bad. 

Now I wait until next week for that email that will either bring joy and happiness to my life or make me sad and even stress out more that I don't have a job yet!!

Suki

A few days ago, as I sat at Saxby's studying I looked outside and there standing was a lady with her Dalmatian. The Dalmatian reminded me of my nana's dog, Suki. Suki and I practically grew together, or rather I grew up alongside her. As far back as I can remember she was always there by my side. Nana always mentions the close knit relationship she and I shared, the dog that is. Tata would punish Suki for something she had done or wasn't supposed to do. Then apparently I would say, "No le pegues a mi 'mana Suki." Rough translation: "Don't hit my sister Suki." Of course at the age of 3 any child would believe that a dog could be her sister. She and I did have a special bond. I also remember when I would go visit Nana Suki was allowed inside. She was an outside dog, strictly an outside dog, but whenever I went over the rules were off. 

Suki would rest her head on my lap as I petted her. She wouldn't ever leave my side when I was over. It was a sad dog when Nana had to tell me that she had to be put to sleep. :( She and I had a very close bond, and she was the coolest Dalmation I had ever met in my life. I think if I ever get my own dog, it'll be named Suki II, or have that as her middle name. In honor of her.

This deserves a blog!!!

I just got my first interview for Yes Prep Schools in Houston, TX. 

YAY~

I was starting to worry that my job applications had gone unrecognized. This makes me feel a lot better!

:)