Procrastination

Whose dumb idea was it to have classes during summer? Behold!, my latest list:

How not to catch up with endless schoolwork

1. Who says you can only go out on weekend nights? There are incredible deals on clubs on Wednesday and Thursday nights. Dance til you drop, and sleep in the next day.
2. Initiate a Harry Potter movie marathon. Nothing beats Hogwarts.
3. Remember that useless gadget you've been meaning to buy? Yep, once you get up at noon on Thursday, collect equally lazy friends, and go on a shopping spree.
4. Piggy out on all your favorite snacks. Come Sunday night, weep uncontrollably and vow to start a diet the next day.

Too tired to keep blogging.

No life left after Lost

I never thought I'd say this, but there's actually a better show than Alias. Oh yes, and that is Lost. I have devoted pretty much every spare minute I have had for the last 2 months to watch every single episode from seasons 1 to 5. I finally finished on Tuesday night, and now I'm anxiously waiting for the season 6 DVD to be released on August 23rd...waiting, waiting, waiting. Meanwhile, my life doesn't make much sense until I figure out what finally happened to all the hot guys in that island.

I'm in withdrawal. I desperately need a new addiction. Any suggestions?

Harder than rock

During my time as a missionary, I turned a 10-people unison "choir" into a 30+ 3-part district choir, in a matter of 2 months. I consider that one of the miracles I have witnessed in my lifetime. However, I had a wonderful musical companion and the strong influence of the Holy Ghost.

Why was I just reminiscing about those marvelous mission times? Because around 3 months ago, I was called as the choir director for my ward. We sang our first number a few weeks later during sacrament meeting, and it was a hit. People kept asking me how to join. I thought I was blessed to have yet another miracle in my hands. But fate, as usual, seems to hate me. Today we had our first rehearsal since that day (I was on a very long summer trip), and I felt like crying my heart out. But, never fear, I have come up with the perfect solution: we will keep singing songs in unison, and everything will be fine.

I was going to turn this into an awesome choir. Yeah, right, what was I thinking?

Repentance

Some new year's resolutions are plain stupid. Why would I make myself write weekly on a blog? I'm still tired from so much traveling, and wish I could sleep 24/7. But, alas! I must return to school on Tuesday, and I helplessly watch my last hours of bliss slip by. In the meantime, I am devoting as much time as possible to my newest project: watch all seasons of Lost. Admittedly, it's taking more time than I thought it would, but it's certainly worth it.

So, forgive me for not writing more.

The summer chronicles saga

Ah, Salt Lake City. The charm of Lalaland! What is it about this place that makes me want to move here every time I visit? Perharps it is the heat...Nah, that can't be it, I live in Vegas. Maybe it is the sister missionaries following me all around Temple Square, asking for a referral...no, I don't think that's it either.

Maybe because it might just be the only city where drivers actually respect speed limits? But I like to speed, so that can't be it. Or maybe all the kids running and screaming everywhere I look? Maybe my inner mother (my very very very hidden inner mother) can somehow relate to this mayhem.

In the end, it's probably all my dear friends from Honduras that live here. I don't know, could be.

The curse of the really old cellphone

Remember when I wrote about my car being possessed? (Here, refresh your memory). He has since turned his life around, and has gladly taken me from Vegas to Denver, and from there to SLC.

It seems, however, that I am constantly surrounded by faulty electronics. The culprit this time: my very old cellphone, a Motorola VWXYZ (what the heck do I know what it is, but trust me, it's very old). It has decided to turn itself off whenever he feels like it, the darn thing. I have to tiptoe around it, I'm so scared it won't let me go around my daily routine.

I live in my own version of 'I, Robot', when gadgets aim to take possession of my life. S.O.S.!!

Tired of vacationing

I never thought I'd live to say it, but I'm tired of traveling already. Driving for 12 hours to get to Denver last week, although with a beautiful scenery all along, was exhausting. I'm finally getting a day's worth of rest while in this my beloved city. I guess I just miss my daily routine.

I'm too tired to write more. Let's all cheer for Honduras on Wednesday, when they play against Chile (I'm sure to round up some enemies by saying I don't think our team will make it past the first round. They're very good, but do not perform well under pressure. Oh, well, cross your fingers).

Oh, yeah, guys still remain a mistery to me. Or maybe I just keep having a bad luck streak.

More important than life itself

I came back from Austin last night. As I was in line to board my first plane, I panicked as I realized I did not have my cellphone with me. Then I remembered where I had left it...in Austin, of course. Considering my love for lists, here is my latest one:

Why not having a cellphone is the worst thing that can happen

1. All my numbers are stored in my phone. I don't know anybody's number but mine. How could I call someone in Austin to ask about my phone?
2. How the heck was I going to get a ride back home, if I didn't remember my friend's number?
3. How am I going to wake up in the morning, if I can't set up my alarm?
4. A calculator is no longer at the tip of my hands. Am I supposed to do simple arithmetic operations by myself now?
5. How are people supposed to contact me? And how can I call anyone, on that matter?

I can safely assume that if it wasn't because of facebook, I could just simply disappear from social interactions altogether. Why couldn't I just leave my passport? That would have been more convenient.

However, do not fear. My precious is coming back to me sometime this week. Thank goodness!

No magic in Disney

Last week my summer vacations kicked off with a trip to Orlando, to visit Disney. Why I bothered to go all the way to Florida when I could have driven to Cali, is still a mistery to me. I guess I missed the crazy hot humid weather that I have had the pleasure of not "enjoying" since I moved to Las Vegas last year.

Here are some highlights of this "lovely" week:

1. My jungle hair: I have abundant hair, which becomes even more so with humidity. I missed being Tarzan Jane, I guess.

2. Constantly changing stations: Scorching heat in the morning, followed by an epic storm at noon, followed by more heat and sweat in the afternoon, followed by even more rain at night.

3.Ah, the never ending charm of a mouse, a duck, a dog, and whatever Goofy is!

Dirty Dancing

Last night a friend dragged me to a dance for old people. The most attractive man there was the DJ, who didn't seem that old. I, of course, approached him and we exchanged a few words. He's not married, so cross your fingers; with my love of music, a DJ and me would be a match made in heaven. One of the few songs I recognized was The Hustle, and not much else. I wonder if Grandma would have enjoyed this dance a lot more than me. Great self-esteem booster, though. I feel soooo young now.

Such an activity could never be boring, even if I wasn't dancing. This people have a strange affinity for extremely large dancing circles (I'm talking about 30 or more people occupying half the dance floor), and watching old men trying to breakdance is priceless. I will go to one of these dances again, oh yeah, and next time I am bringing my video camera.

PS: On some very exciting news, my @ is finally working again! Don't ask me how.