Pink ain't always sweet

Reminiscing about my childhood years, I remembered this story of when I was very young, probably around 5 or less. Because I've never pretended to have an outstanding long-term memory, a lot of details are omitted.

There was something going on inside my mouth, blisters or something hurtful. The mean doctor prescribed some sort of spray, all I remember is that it tasted like hell, and it was pink. The one moment I remember includes running as if chased by demons, and my parents following me all around the house. I must have been very fast, because it took them a while to catch up with me. I then shut my mouth tight, and as they struggled to open it, I darted through an open space and began the high-speed chase again.

When they finally caught me, 4 arms surrounded me. Defeat was inevitable. However, at the very second the spray was released into my forcibly-opened mouth, Jo (my dear stuffed bear), showed his loyalty and took the hit, as I put him in front of my face.

Loving Sin City

While I have lived in Vegas for a while, I hadn't really taken advantage of it before. Every day I had off, I'd take off for Utah, my favorite destination (although I may note that I also went to other places, but Utah was my top destination). Since I lost my license and I hadn't gotten it back yet, traveling plans have been curtailed dramatically (a situation which will hopefully be over with this week).

I have to say the plus of not traveling is all the extra money I now have. And since I live in Vegas, I have decided to take advantage of that. I have been to a few of the shows, and a few more are to come. So far, I've seen the Blue Man Group, the Beatles Love (by Cirque du Soleil), the medieval dinner show Tournament of Kings (my king was so hot I wanted to move to Russia immediately) and just two nights ago, Phantom of the Opera, which was so AMAZING!! I mean, I know the soundtrack by heart, and I was singing to every song (inside, not out loud, of course). I even cried at some point. The chandelier falling was scary, but nobody was hurt :D

So I guess living in Vegas is not all bad.

On being stress-free (at least for a few days)

What a crazy week! Oh, my heart! Several times I thought I was going to pass out of stress and fatigue. But I made it, not completely unscathed, as the knots on my shoulders are witness to.

By the way, if you want to know what hell sounds like, just stop by my ward and listen to my choir sing. Lol, I don't mean to be that mean, but seriously, what is wrong with this people? I know people can develop a talent if they sincerely desire to. So...maybe they don't desire it, or I have not enough patience. Most likely a combination of the two.

I really don't have much to tell now. I'm having an inner party, since tomorrow I will finally sleep until my bed kicks me out, go on a shopping spree with my best friend, and then watch TV until my eyes hurt. Happy Holidays!!

On not sleeping

Finals are this week. My torture ends officially in 5 days. I say officially, because my advisor has decided I'm still behind on my writing, and so I should keep working on my thesis (short for professional paper) for the rest of the holidays. If he wasn't the best professor I've found at UNLV, I'd be cursing (politely, of course) the day he was born.

So, for the second week in a row, I'm preparing for 20-hour days, which is ten times harder when you're not high on caffeine. I'm exhausted. I'm planning to slip into a comma by this time next week.

Must go and b*&tch somewhere else.