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July 7th, 2011
July 7th.
HAPPY, HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY SISTER!!
Daisy & Sonia
I love her so. She completes me in areas I didn’t know I was even lacking in. She understands me through and through and never expects more than I can give.
Best Friends, Sisters, Sponsor & Candidate…haha forever.
I will now share a little story about Sonia and I.
It was the Friday before my confirmation and Sonia and I found our selves at our last practice. Every candidate (those being confirmed) sat in their rows along with their sponsors (god parents). Everyone had to wait patiently until their row was called up and with their sponsor’s right hand over their shoulder make a single file line up the alter and before the Bishop, the sponsor’s right hand never leaving your shoulder. Needless to say, Sonia and I thought this whole ordeal was a bit….interesting. As we stood before all the other candidates and their sponsors we couldn’t help but secretly giggle at the whole ordeal of it all. How must we all look? I could feel Sonia’s hand on my shoulder shaking with laughter and every so often I’d have to turn around and be like “Sonia, please. Control yourself. Have some dignity.”
You’d have to be there to really witness how comical this whole thing was.
ALSO.
I didn’t have time to write it but my other sister Olga celebrated her birthday on June 19th. With the whole commotion of Graduation and Father’s Day and packing and moving back to my mom’s I never got around to posting anything for my dad or her!
So here is a little something for her.
Olga & Daisy
Every single thing you do for me will never ever be forgotten.The sacrifices and accommodations you have made sometimes leave me beyond grateful.I wonder sometimes how I’ll ever be able to pay you back for all you’ve done.I love you.
Happy Birthday
July 6th, 2011
July 6th, 10:25 pm.
Hell. That would explain my day. I blogged late last night about this time yesterday that I wasn’t feeling good and I felt I had eaten too much perhaps too soon. I ignored it, believing it would go away after a short time and got into bed to watch a special on the Casey Anthony Murder Case.
I spent the majority of the night tossing and turning, my legs feeling numb and restless. At one point during the night around 1:45 am I took to kicking the air to wear out my legs and sleep peacefully. I’d roll around, back and forth and couldn’t get into a position that would bring relief. I remember at some point I took the fan and turned it on, placing it on my bed to get some cool air. Lying down on my stomach was painful and I knew then that something wasn’t right. I even considered chewing on a stick of mint flavored gum to rid myself of the nausea.
3:55 came around and I could no longer take it. I picked up the trashcan and emptied out the contents of my stomach and following that went to wake up my mom and let her know I wasn’t feeling well. By 4:30 am I was in full blow vomiting marathon. I rested soon after, drank some tea and hoped I would reawaken energized and feeling better. I woke up at 8am. No luck. The vomiting continued and the nausea continued and the fatigue was horrible. Up until 6:38 pm today I stayed in bed, fighting away any nausea and tried to keep some food down.
It’s now 10:34pm and so far so good. I haven’t thrown up in close to 10 hours and I’m SO ready to wake up and feel normal again. Stomach pain is the worst.
Wishing myself a speedy recovery,
- D
Hell. That would explain my day. I blogged late last night about this time yesterday that I wasn’t feeling good and I felt I had eaten too much perhaps too soon. I ignored it, believing it would go away after a short time and got into bed to watch a special on the Casey Anthony Murder Case.
I spent the majority of the night tossing and turning, my legs feeling numb and restless. At one point during the night around 1:45 am I took to kicking the air to wear out my legs and sleep peacefully. I’d roll around, back and forth and couldn’t get into a position that would bring relief. I remember at some point I took the fan and turned it on, placing it on my bed to get some cool air. Lying down on my stomach was painful and I knew then that something wasn’t right. I even considered chewing on a stick of mint flavored gum to rid myself of the nausea.
3:55 came around and I could no longer take it. I picked up the trashcan and emptied out the contents of my stomach and following that went to wake up my mom and let her know I wasn’t feeling well. By 4:30 am I was in full blow vomiting marathon. I rested soon after, drank some tea and hoped I would reawaken energized and feeling better. I woke up at 8am. No luck. The vomiting continued and the nausea continued and the fatigue was horrible. Up until 6:38 pm today I stayed in bed, fighting away any nausea and tried to keep some food down.
It’s now 10:34pm and so far so good. I haven’t thrown up in close to 10 hours and I’m SO ready to wake up and feel normal again. Stomach pain is the worst.
Wishing myself a speedy recovery,
- D
July 5th, 2011
July 5, 2011.
This day has not been going well. It’s been hot like you can’t imagine in my poor little oven room. It’s not even a room really, it’s a box with two windows they don’t like me opening and a door. The sun beats shines against my windows and heats up my room to such temperatures that sometimes I find myself lying in my bed, sweating with the fan in my face wondering what would happen if I cracked an egg on the window. Would it cook?
I haven’t really been allowed to go out much with my friends this some, ironic for my summer before college. While they are out at parties and soaking in the sun at the beach here I am, baking to death in my little room alone while everyone is at work. WOO for summer 2011!!
I also really, really miss two things. The internet and beach weather. Internet because even if I was alone for hours and bored out of my mind I still had facebook and youtube; at least I could get on AIM. I’m sick of the heat and my summer is just starting. You know that heat you get that’s so hot you feel like you are suffocating and you almost feel lightheaded with an overwhelming urge to sleep but the moment your head hits the pillow you feel sweat collecting beneath your neck and you realize you’re a lost case? I’ve been feeling that way a lot recently. Far too much. It’s horrible.
I’ve run out of movies to watch and sitting in bed to watch them is too hot. My couch would be a good option if only it was quite enough to lie there without being told to pick something up to put it away.
It’s funny how for so long I wish it to be summer to be able to sleep in and relax and now that it’s hear I feel like I’d be more than willing to trade it for winter break and another 6 months of ongoing school- call me crazy. Maybe it’s the heat.
ALSO.
Drum roll please. The moment has arrived.
I MISS HIGH SCHOOL.
I had a dream about it last night, a math class. The funny thing is when I dream of Redondo Union High School it’s always the same little classroom I dream of. It’s always the same building structure. The same paintings and colors and administrative offices but ironically, in real life the school is nothing like that. But in my dreams? I now it’s the school I’m dreaming about. I’ve dreamt about it many times this summer. Once I was arriving late, the entrance to the school was the entrance of my middle school and I was terrified of being late to class to I arrived in the main office and brought all the ladies breakfast. I sat there a while and helped sort out papers. I had another dream that I was walking to my 5th period Physiology class Junior Year only to realize it was no Senior year and I had 1 minute to get to my 2nd period AP Economics class across the campus. I dream of my math teachers constantly. Why? Who knows. I’ve always found my math teachers to be the easiest to imitate.
My God, have I mentioned how much I miss the internet? I admit I sound utterly pathetic and spoiled because Daisy, there are kids out there who don’t have ANYTHING and they are happy. Yes, yes good for them. Doesn’t make me miss it any less. I feel like jumping into a cold pool by myself with no one else around and stay there for a while with music playing. Sipping a nice cold lemonade. Maybe a peach smoothie?
I feel like suddenly there is so much to say! This wasn’t even planned or anything, I’m writing purely as thoughts come to me. If this is annoyingly disorganized and pathetic I apologize, you can stop reading now. :P
What else… what else…
5 Words that describe your summer: HEAT. FAN. ADELE. HARRY POTTER. SLEEP.
Sounds like my kind of summer. This ALWAYS happens. Given the fact that I’ve been a fan of Harry Potter for some time and have read all the books and finished them about 4 years ago, my summer isn’t summer unless it involves Harry. I always get into the books again during the summer and long for the days that I could have a wand and be Hermione. She’s always been my favorite. I also take a special liking to Luna. Although if I had to be anyone I would also like to be Professor McGonagall because she seems pretty badass. Gracious all the time, regal even.
Hahah I love how Badass is in the MacBook Pro dictionary.
That made my day.
Slightly but it did.
“badass |ˈbadˌas| informal
noun
a tough, aggressive, or uncooperative person : one of them is a real badass, the other's pretty friendly.
adjective
1 tough or aggressive : a strange fellow with a badass temper.
• particularly bad or severe : some badass virus I'd caught at sea.
2 formidable; excellent : this was one badass camera.
ORIGIN 1950s: from the adjective bad + ass 2 .”
I like option 2. She was freakin’ BADASS. WOOT WOOT!
10:14pm.
I ate too much. Now I feel nauseas. Headache, fatigue and nausea and to top it off I was connecting my phone charger to the wall and banged my head against the iron bars of my bed and hit my eyesocket. Lovely Night.
This day has not been going well. It’s been hot like you can’t imagine in my poor little oven room. It’s not even a room really, it’s a box with two windows they don’t like me opening and a door. The sun beats shines against my windows and heats up my room to such temperatures that sometimes I find myself lying in my bed, sweating with the fan in my face wondering what would happen if I cracked an egg on the window. Would it cook?
I haven’t really been allowed to go out much with my friends this some, ironic for my summer before college. While they are out at parties and soaking in the sun at the beach here I am, baking to death in my little room alone while everyone is at work. WOO for summer 2011!!
I also really, really miss two things. The internet and beach weather. Internet because even if I was alone for hours and bored out of my mind I still had facebook and youtube; at least I could get on AIM. I’m sick of the heat and my summer is just starting. You know that heat you get that’s so hot you feel like you are suffocating and you almost feel lightheaded with an overwhelming urge to sleep but the moment your head hits the pillow you feel sweat collecting beneath your neck and you realize you’re a lost case? I’ve been feeling that way a lot recently. Far too much. It’s horrible.
I’ve run out of movies to watch and sitting in bed to watch them is too hot. My couch would be a good option if only it was quite enough to lie there without being told to pick something up to put it away.
It’s funny how for so long I wish it to be summer to be able to sleep in and relax and now that it’s hear I feel like I’d be more than willing to trade it for winter break and another 6 months of ongoing school- call me crazy. Maybe it’s the heat.
ALSO.
Drum roll please. The moment has arrived.
I MISS HIGH SCHOOL.
I had a dream about it last night, a math class. The funny thing is when I dream of Redondo Union High School it’s always the same little classroom I dream of. It’s always the same building structure. The same paintings and colors and administrative offices but ironically, in real life the school is nothing like that. But in my dreams? I now it’s the school I’m dreaming about. I’ve dreamt about it many times this summer. Once I was arriving late, the entrance to the school was the entrance of my middle school and I was terrified of being late to class to I arrived in the main office and brought all the ladies breakfast. I sat there a while and helped sort out papers. I had another dream that I was walking to my 5th period Physiology class Junior Year only to realize it was no Senior year and I had 1 minute to get to my 2nd period AP Economics class across the campus. I dream of my math teachers constantly. Why? Who knows. I’ve always found my math teachers to be the easiest to imitate.
My God, have I mentioned how much I miss the internet? I admit I sound utterly pathetic and spoiled because Daisy, there are kids out there who don’t have ANYTHING and they are happy. Yes, yes good for them. Doesn’t make me miss it any less. I feel like jumping into a cold pool by myself with no one else around and stay there for a while with music playing. Sipping a nice cold lemonade. Maybe a peach smoothie?
I feel like suddenly there is so much to say! This wasn’t even planned or anything, I’m writing purely as thoughts come to me. If this is annoyingly disorganized and pathetic I apologize, you can stop reading now. :P
What else… what else…
5 Words that describe your summer: HEAT. FAN. ADELE. HARRY POTTER. SLEEP.
Sounds like my kind of summer. This ALWAYS happens. Given the fact that I’ve been a fan of Harry Potter for some time and have read all the books and finished them about 4 years ago, my summer isn’t summer unless it involves Harry. I always get into the books again during the summer and long for the days that I could have a wand and be Hermione. She’s always been my favorite. I also take a special liking to Luna. Although if I had to be anyone I would also like to be Professor McGonagall because she seems pretty badass. Gracious all the time, regal even.
Hahah I love how Badass is in the MacBook Pro dictionary.
That made my day.
Slightly but it did.
“badass |ˈbadˌas| informal
noun
a tough, aggressive, or uncooperative person : one of them is a real badass, the other's pretty friendly.
adjective
1 tough or aggressive : a strange fellow with a badass temper.
• particularly bad or severe : some badass virus I'd caught at sea.
2 formidable; excellent : this was one badass camera.
ORIGIN 1950s: from the adjective bad + ass 2 .”
I like option 2. She was freakin’ BADASS. WOOT WOOT!
10:14pm.
I ate too much. Now I feel nauseas. Headache, fatigue and nausea and to top it off I was connecting my phone charger to the wall and banged my head against the iron bars of my bed and hit my eyesocket. Lovely Night.
June 29th, 2011
June 29th, 2011:
I’m currently blogging from the comfort of my own bed in my own room in my parent’s house. This has been my room since…forever. When I was born we lived in a home down the street from our current residence and from about the age of 2 maybe (I could very well be wrong) we’ve lived here and this has since then forever been my room. My sisters, all three of them used to share what is now my parents master bedroom and my parents used to sleep in what is now my brother’s room and my brother used to sleep in a room we had in the back of the house. This room however, has always been mine. I have a feeling it will remain that way until forever and ever.
Now that my bed is nicely situated and my sheets are nice and soft and the fan is hitting me in just the right spot I can turn on my computer and blog. I currently don’t have Internet here but hopefully within the next few weeks I’ll be able to get on that and have it up and running. As few weeks ago, probably 2 or 3 weeks ago I was going through my things at Olga’s and I was sorting my books, taking time to skim through them as I sat by my bookshelf and really contemplated how much I loved each and every one. I could remember what was going on in my life when I read them, what the room smelt like and what music I was listening to…
So I never finished the entry above! I wrote the about Sunday night and now it is Wednesday! The past few weeks have been totally busy trying to find space for everything I brought with me. My room at Olga’s was significantly larger than my room here and seeing as my room over there was practically over flowing you can imagine how my room here is being half the size.
When I moved in my room was a tan/coffee color. It was very bland, had no personality and seeing as my bedroom furniture is a natural wood everything mixed up together and was utterly void of any personality. Yesterday, Tuesday, my brother painted my entire room a light asparagus green. I LOVE It. The green looks wonderful with the white ceiling and white blinds and white border around the windows. I’m utterly in love with the room! A downside however, is that now my bed is nicely centered with my nice comforter and my two night stands are on either side and my white book shelf is against the wall overflowing with books….I don’t have room for anything else. It looks so nice the way it is I don’t want to bombard it with so much other stuff that will take away for the beauty of it. So in other words, I need to find another place for all the stuff I have especially all the clothes since I took out my dresser….0.0
Oh lord, it’s going to be a couple of interesting days ahead. I feel like the past 4 all I’ve done is packed, unpacked, sorted through stuff, thrown stuff away, taken a nap and started again.
Wish me luck!
I’m currently blogging from the comfort of my own bed in my own room in my parent’s house. This has been my room since…forever. When I was born we lived in a home down the street from our current residence and from about the age of 2 maybe (I could very well be wrong) we’ve lived here and this has since then forever been my room. My sisters, all three of them used to share what is now my parents master bedroom and my parents used to sleep in what is now my brother’s room and my brother used to sleep in a room we had in the back of the house. This room however, has always been mine. I have a feeling it will remain that way until forever and ever.
Now that my bed is nicely situated and my sheets are nice and soft and the fan is hitting me in just the right spot I can turn on my computer and blog. I currently don’t have Internet here but hopefully within the next few weeks I’ll be able to get on that and have it up and running. As few weeks ago, probably 2 or 3 weeks ago I was going through my things at Olga’s and I was sorting my books, taking time to skim through them as I sat by my bookshelf and really contemplated how much I loved each and every one. I could remember what was going on in my life when I read them, what the room smelt like and what music I was listening to…
So I never finished the entry above! I wrote the about Sunday night and now it is Wednesday! The past few weeks have been totally busy trying to find space for everything I brought with me. My room at Olga’s was significantly larger than my room here and seeing as my room over there was practically over flowing you can imagine how my room here is being half the size.
When I moved in my room was a tan/coffee color. It was very bland, had no personality and seeing as my bedroom furniture is a natural wood everything mixed up together and was utterly void of any personality. Yesterday, Tuesday, my brother painted my entire room a light asparagus green. I LOVE It. The green looks wonderful with the white ceiling and white blinds and white border around the windows. I’m utterly in love with the room! A downside however, is that now my bed is nicely centered with my nice comforter and my two night stands are on either side and my white book shelf is against the wall overflowing with books….I don’t have room for anything else. It looks so nice the way it is I don’t want to bombard it with so much other stuff that will take away for the beauty of it. So in other words, I need to find another place for all the stuff I have especially all the clothes since I took out my dresser….0.0
Oh lord, it’s going to be a couple of interesting days ahead. I feel like the past 4 all I’ve done is packed, unpacked, sorted through stuff, thrown stuff away, taken a nap and started again.
Wish me luck!
Oh, how i missed thee!
It's been a while since I last blogged seeing at my parent's don't have any form of internet access but I tried to keep writing! Believe me, I did!
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