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Once Upon a Dream

Wed, 19 Apr 2006 21:51:56 GMT

Dream Diary,

I just had the weirdest dream, so I thought I should write about it. Okay, I was in my house (a house, because it wasn't actually MY house but in the dream it was my house), and it was dark. I said "I'll see you at the awards ceremony" and left. I was in High School again. I entered the auditorium and I spotted my best friend (in the dream) and I went there and sat with her. She got up and sat somewhere else. I took my cell phone out to call her and ask her what was going on, and my cell phone was missing a key. It had instead a spring going wobbling back and forth. At that moment, the awards were being given, and they were awarding the most popular girl in school, which was, get this! fat and smart. The teacher leaned down to give her the medal and the most popular boy was with him (doing what? I don't know), and A girl in the audience began yelling at the boy "You are pitiful, how can you let her do that to you!" It was because the girl was in love with the TEACHER giving her the award. The boy just looked down. The girl said "I'm sorry" and the teacher said to the boy "She'd be sorry if she's miss ME". So they went to the left side of the stage and I yelled "fatty" and a girl in front of me said "You can't say that! She's the most popular girl in school" and I said "Oh, okay". The last award was gonna be given, and the lights dimmed, and a girl behind me who liked the popualr boy said "Someone do something" so I began faking an asthma attack, but as I was gonna do it, a train came from behind the stage curtain with Thing 1 and Thing 2 from Dr. Seuss! The principal announced we all were awarded with a trip and they gave us all sodas with scrambled names, like if I got tamarind soda, it was called "Trinamad Ados" (tamarind soda). I said I didn't wanna go on a trip. Then I woke up.

Thursday, December 29, 2005

Thu, 29 Dec 2005 07:05:17 GMT

Dear Dumb Diary,

Life is so unfair. I have to go to Mexico because of someone's mistake, and they're not paying for it. Why am I so bitter? I mean, I wouldn't want them to pay for it. My only wish is that nothing bad would happen to me, but it is happening. I had so many plans for myself. I was gonna have the perfect college life: I was gonna double-major in Spanish (something easy and on high demand) and Music (something I enjoy), I was gonna have my own place, I was gonna have a part-time job at American Eagle Outfitters, I was gonna join the Pi Kappa Alpha, I was gonna be popular, I was gonna be BIG! And then when I'd go back to Mexico, my aunts were gonna be proud of me, because I was sure I could accomplish anything I set my mind to. But this is what happens when your dreams are a bit too perfect.

...Oh, I’m sure I could be
Anything I want,
Yes, whatever I want
whoever ‘cause…
Unlimited
My future is unlimited
And I've just had a vision
Almost like a prophecy
I know - it sounds truly crazy
And true, the vision's hazy
But I swear, someday there'll be
Great things and peace throughout the world
And all because of me!
And I'll stand tall and successful
Feeling things I've never felt
And though I'd never show it
I'll be so happy, I could melt!
And so it will be
For the rest of my life
And I'll want nothing else
Till I die
Held in such high esteem
All foreign girls would marry me,
And I would happ'ly hop and scream:
Ameri… (breath for grand finale)
…can me!

(can be sung to the tune of "The Wizard and I")

Thursday, December 15, 2005

Thu, 15 Dec 2005 01:08:43 GMT

It is a sin that I haven't written about my visit to Wicked. So here it is! It's very interesting.

So I took my little sister to see Wicked (I was gonna go alone, but she made me a cute drawing of Wicked!) :

Since it was my very first time going to a musical, I asked Monika, my friend who's very much into this stuff, told me to arrive early and locate the stage door, because I told her I wanted to take my piano book of Wicked to get it signed, maybe. I did as she said, and we arrived an hour earlier (12:00 p.m.) We walked half way around the theater and we found the stage door on the side. It was easy, and so we entered the Fox Theater but doors were closed because it was too early. We were one of the first ones to find our seats when the theater opened. I noticed this blond girl sitting two rows in front of us (we were on the 7th row), and she was sitting on a foldable chair at the end of the row, really close to us (me and my two sisters). I immediately recognized her as Kendra Kassebaum but I said it couldn't be her because she would be dressing up for the show and play Glinda, and then... I saw an insert on my playbill that said "At this performance the role of Glinda will be played by Katie Adams"! I told my sister "it's her! it's her!" "Well, go talk to her then" but I said "no, I don't wanna embarass myself if she's not, but I swear it's her, she looks like it." So I was staring at the blond girl, and she kinda noticed, and it was awkward but I had to figure out. I didn't take my eyes off her, and I was blatant about it. My sister told me "If she's not Kendra, you have nothing to lose. She'll say she's not, but if she IS, you get to meet her and ask her autograph" but I was too shy, but then the girl stood up and was about to leave. "It's now or never!" I said, so I took a few steps (that's how close I was!) and asked gently, "excuse me, are you Miss Kendra" and she said "Yes!" and I froze, then started talking fast, and I was like "OMG, I can't believe it! I love your voice, I was looking at you and was gonna talk to you but I said 'maybe it's not her' but I'm glad I decided to aproach you" and stuff... then I asked her for her to sign my piano book and she was so nice and sweet . She was down-to-Earth, and it's like she was a normal person like you and me. She didn't act like a star. I felt she was very laid back. Oh yeah, I shook her hand, too! She's kind too because it just so happens she wasn't performing because she was a guest speaker I guess, for an elementary school field trip, because moments later a bunch of kids came to her and she sat with them and she was like "and then the monkeys, they fly...! and the Wizard..." Awwww.

The show was unbelievable! During intermission I called a couple of friends because I was so excited I just had to tell them about Kendra, then I talked to my neighbour. His name was Garry and he was my age I think. We were talking about the book, and how he heard about Wicked, etc...

After the show, we ran to the stage door, and I was the second one in line! We waited and waited, and then Jenna Leigh Green (she was the mean girl in Sabrina, the Teenage Witch) came and I jumped up on her all crazy and complimented her, and she was so nice and polite, and gorgeous! I asked her for a pic, and we posed, but it wouldn't take it and I was so embarassed! I also was scared because these kind of things annoy stars, because we stood there for a while and nothing (not that I minded being close to ther!) but she was cool about it, and I said "I don't wanna hoard you, let me get the camera ready while you sign autographs..." and as my sister took the pic, Derrick Williams (who plays Fiyero) came out the door and signed a couple of autographs and left quickly and I couldn't catch him! Then we waited maybe about 40 minuted and Stephanie J. Block came out. By now I was the first one in line and I asked her for an autograph and she signed my book and I asked her for a pic. She was rude about it and grumpy, she said harshly "as long as it's ready" and I said " of course it's ready" so I took the pic and that's what matters. After her (the star of the show) left, people began leaving and there was only like 5 of us by the door. I started talking to people, and this woman was waiting for Carol Kane. I said "who is that?" and she said she was a BIG celebrity, so I decided to get her autograph too, hehe. It was probably 35 degrees outside, and it had been 2 hours. Nobody was coming out the door. When I talked to Kendra back in the theater, she said the stage door was the only way out, so we didn't move. I was waiting for Logan Lipton, who plays Boq, my favorite character in Wicked. Anyways, this lady who was part of the touring company I guess pitied us and offered to take our stuff inside and get Carol to sign them. I said "find Logan Lipton too!"

She came out with my piano book and all the playbills signed, but she didn't find Logan Lipton. I decided to wait longer, but my sisters were cold and left me there. I was the only one now, and it was getting dark, but I wasn't gonna move until Logan came out, so I waited for another hour in the freezing cold air by myself, showing persistence, but Logan never came out, and the next performance was due in about an hour, so I concluded he wasn't coming out. I was so disapopinted . So I headed back to the car...

Being my first time at a Broadway musical, it went excellent, with four autographs and two pics. Not just any pics, one with the protagonist, and one with Jenna, who is famous! In conclusion... Wicked was, well, wicked!

(more pics at my bebo http://ffchopinfan.bebo.com )

Thursday, December 01, 2005

Thu, 01 Dec 2005 19:57:24 GMT

Okay, so I took this quiz online, and I scored 79% Emergent/Postmodernist. There. I couldn't figure out how to put the stupid image on my xanga, and certain PEOPLE wouldn't help me.

Monday, November 28, 2005

Mon, 28 Nov 2005 21:17:42 GMT

Saturday, November 19, 2005

Sat, 19 Nov 2005 18:19:11 GMT

All of my friends are putting this on their xanga, so here I go...

5 Things That Scare Me
1. Whales (psycological condition otherwise known as cetaceophobia)
2. Snakes

3.   Religous fanatics supported by a mob (S/he can have you lynched with the motion of the index finger)
4.   Death
5.   Needles

5 Things That Make Me Laugh
1. Will & Grace
2.   Perky people
3.   Me and my little sister making up coreography for "Wicked"
4.   Yo Mamma jokes
5.   My friend Lizzy

5 Things I Love
1. Music
2. Architecture

3.    Anything artsy
4.    Capuccino Moolaté
5.    Chocolate

5 Things I Hate
1. Hate the Hate

2. Religious strictness

3.   Physical work
4.   Racism
5.   College preps

5 Things I Don't Understand
1. Math
2. Debates (why is it so important to prove the other person wrong?)

3. Blind faith

4. Physics
5. Prejudices

5 Things on My Desk
1. All kinds of stationery paper

2.   Pen
3.   Book
4.   Notebook

5. Calligraphy work

5 Negative Things About Me
1. I'm slightly superficial

2.   I'm too lazy to apply to college, or lazy in general!
3.   I worry about what others think of me TOO MUCH
4.   I have to have it MY way, or else I'm pissed
5.   I hide myself in a preppy image :(

5 Positive Things About Me
1. I groom
2.   I'm outgoing
3.   I'm empathetic
4.   I'm a Renaissance Man (I can know/can do many things)

5. I'm a fast learner

5 Things I Plan to Do Before I Die
1. Visit all my favourite places (too many to mention)
2. Have a Victorian mansion with secret passage ways in Monterrey

3.   Speak Chinese fluently
4.   Conquer all my fears
5.   Change someone's life

5 Things I Can Do
1.   Play piano
2.   Speak Spanish
3.   Charm people
4.   Remember birthdays
5. Like Elizabeth, put together a good outfit

5 Things I Can't Do
1. calculus
2.   sing
3.   more than three "real" push-ups in a row
4.   Look as handsome as other people look
5.   Have blind faith

5 Things I Say the Most
1. "I know, right?"
2.   "Coolness"
3.   "like..."
4.   "later, byotch :) "
5.   "Oh, really?"

Tuesday, October 11, 2005

Tue, 11 Oct 2005 06:46:44 GMT

Dear Dumb Diary,

People like me, because I have a charming personality, at least now I do, and so they think I'm totally kinda sort of cute, but maybe that's a biased opinion, because they already like me. Then this random person came along, and when I asked "where are you guys going?" he said "none of your business, ugly ass" and I was like . People tell me not to mind him, because he didn't know me, but that's exactly the point, maybe I'm ugly, and since he doens't like me, his opinion was frank (too frank!). I don't wanna be ugly again , do you know what happens to ugly people?

We live in a superficial society, where beauty is good and evil is ugly.

No one mourns the ugly, no one cries because they're dead and gone, no one lays a lily on their grave...
And Beauty knows the ugly's lives are lonely,

Beauty knows the ugly die alone,
Beauty shows when you're ugly you're left only on your own...
Beauty knows the ugly die so lonely,

Beauty knows the ugly cry alone,

Nothing grows for the ugly,

They rip only what ugliness sows.

If I say "God is ugly," does that sound blasfemous?

Why is society this way? Goodness is always beautiful, while evil is ugly. Have you noticed how all villians are ugly and how every protagonist is pretty and good? Even in Disney's Hunchback of Notre-Dame where the good guy was ugly, Esmeralda chose super-studly brave Phoebus over hideous Quasimodo.

Okay, back to me, why am I so ugly? Is it my nose? My hair? How can this guy be ever so ugly?:
Tell me! Please...

Thursday, September 29, 2005

Thu, 29 Sep 2005 22:25:43 GMT

Dear Dumb Diary,

After living for a while in North Carolina, I'm back in Missouri against my will. Okay, here's the story:

So I was living with this friend of mine, Ruth, and I was working with her at Qdoba (www.iloveqdoba.com) and I was borrowing her mom's car to go to work. Everything was cool, but then by the end of the two weeks and so close to pay-day, I was running out of money and so I decided to save some contact lens solution by not filling the case and carry it with me as I always do. So my left lens popped out, and I was like "what do I do now?!" <--- (that's how my eyes had to be so I could see, no kidding.) I got a ride home, and I left the borrowed car in the parking lot. This was Friday night. On the weekend, everyone was so busy, and I guess I didn't insist too much in going and pick the car up, so on Monday, my friend went out really early in the morning and didn't come back until later at night. On Tuesday I worked, so she gave me a ride since I didn't have the car yet, and when we got to Qdoba, the car wasn't there! My friend said "My mom's gonna kill us!" and I told her it was probably towed, and no worries ^_^ we could still get it, just call the police or something, and find out where it was towed to. So my friend got home and told her mom and her mom was all pissed, and my friend came to work and she told me. I was worried about the car being in the junk yard or something, and that the longer we waited, the more money I had to pay. I waited for my friend, of course, because I didn't have a car now, but then another friend came and asked me very grave what was going on. "Oh, you mean the car?" I said, and I told him everything. He said, "no, but it's worse than you think" I said, "what do you mean?!?!" and then he told me my friend's mom had called him and asked him for a favor, and she gave him all my things, and told her to bring them to Qdoba. So I was homeless now?!? I didn't care because I know people, and I could just give someone a call, explain, and I would have a place to spend the night. So I called a friend of the family, and I asked for "asylum" for three days. He owes my family a LOT of money, and I knew he wouldn't refuse or treat me bad. Ends up he had the nerve to ask me to leave on the third day, and I talked to my mom and then I asked someone else who welcomed me. I was really worried though, because I was still working, and this other person works in the morning. I mean, I would've payed for gas, etc... specially because during this weekend when it happened, gas price rose to 3.25 a gallon. But money wasn't the issue. So, anyways, my mom knew about it, and I, to tell the truth, was tired of the whole thing, because I had my own house, my cozy bedroom, and well, EVERYTHING. I had no need to suffer. I told my sister and she told my mom and then she's like, "hang in there, we're coming to North Carolina" I was like, "no, wait, don't come, I can get by" but she came home, and she went to this friend of the family, and I was like "don't, and don't tell him anything about well... you know, they are gonna think I went crying to mommy" So to make things short, they came, and no way of making them understand I wanted to stay. So to the eyes of everyone that knew of it, Mighty Mom and Dyno Dad came to my rescue and backed me up and everything. I guess it's good to have supportive parents, and it's true I have everything here, and no worries and stuff, but... though the bird cage is made of gold, it's still a cage...

That's a card my little sister gave me when I came home ^_^ (I don't know why the scanner scanned it black & white)

Wednesday, March 02, 2005

Wed, 02 Mar 2005 03:04:58 GMT