My Christmas wishlist

1. Everybody calling me doctor without me having to go through 5 more years of grad school. Haven't I done enough to deserve one of those honorary doctoral degrees they give to famous old people? I'll soon be old enough, it seems, and all my years of struggling with teenagers at Church, or teaching English to seriously learning-deficient people? C'mon, those ought to give me some credit hours.
2. A job where I can finally do what I love all day, like head karaoke singer.
3. A world where I could eat all the fried stuff with cheese I want, and not put on one single ounce of weight, or worry about my cholesterol level, diabetes risk or cancer threats. Millennium, maybe?
4. The final disappearance of stupid TV shows, like the Real Housewives and Jersey Shore.
5. A cute, smart guy asking me out with no stupid issues on the side. For references on what I mean, please see this 2-month old post.
6. All seasons of 'Lost' on DVD. Add to that, if you have the means, 'Alias', 'Doctor Who', and '24' (from what I hear, I still haven't watched it).
7. A Kindle. I'm humble enough, so I only need the cheapest one. I just want to be able to read my 600 ebooks on the go.
8. The new U2 Ipad. This applies to my (healthy) obsession with U2, and provides me with a lighter carrying option than my current 17-inch 5-pound laptop.
9. World peace.

Why the lists?

1. Even though my thoughts are a veritable mayhem, bullets and numbers give it a more organized look.
2. I'm an engineer. My brain has been professionally trained to think in numbers.
3. I can prioritize ideas.
4. I just realized this post is plain dumb. So I'll bow out with what little dignity I got left, and call it a night.

How can you tell you don't have a life

1. You have read 4 books in 5 days.
2. You have watched 3 looong movies and an entire season of your favorite sitcom in the same period of time.
3. Your mattress is now shaped exactly to your back.
4. Your idea of a wild Friday night is turning off the lights and listening to music on your iPhone.
5. You forgot what the ringtone in your phone sounds like.
6. You start referring to Netflix, Hulu, Twitter, and Facebook as your "best friends"
7. You squint your eyes when you step past the main entrance to your place.
8. You have personal cute names for your laptop, your bed, your TV...and the fridge.

What I'm really doing while I tell people I'm busy

1. Secretly planning my wedding.
2. Facebook stalking this cute guy I met at Church today.
3. Watching all seasons of Dancing with the Stars, The Biggest Loser, and The Office on Hulu.
4. Planning a global boycott of Netflix.
5. Blogging.
6. Playing solitaire on my iPhone.
7. Playing 'where the crap did you put my stuff?' with my baby niece.
8. Daydreaming.
9. Not playing Farmville, CityVille, Mafia Wars or anything related, I still have a life.
10. Updating my list of mortal enemies.

Why I like to be a graduate student

As I am in the process of applying for a PhD, I have been deeply pondering about the reasons that make me want to pursue this course of action:

1. I love sleeping 5 hours a day, and dreaming about all the papers I have to read and write once I wake up.
2. I have the pathological need to constantly say: "I don't have money for that."
3. I love the taste of ramen soup and, when I feel like splurging, generic mac and cheese.
4. I don't really think I need to have a social life.
5. Who needs facebook, when there's hundreds of journal articles you can read every day?
6. Carrying 10 books and a heavy laptop in my backpack all around campus really strengthens my core muscles.
7. I love the feeling of hope I get when I hear someone say: "Refreshments will be served"
8. I think the dark circles under my eyes give me a mysterious intriguing look.
9. I no longer live in the real world. My life is as cool as the Matrix.
10. In the end, I just want to be called 'Doctor.'

The attack of the gullible facebookers

"ANOTHER CHANGE IS COMING...On September 30th, 2011 Facebook will start charging you for your account. To avoid this, you MUST get NAKED, stand on your dining room table and do the Macarena, all the while singing ”I Will Survive”. After filming and posting it to your Facebook wall and YouTube, then, and only then, will Mark Zuckerberg come down your chimney to tell you that your account will stay free. Pass it on, it must be true because someone on Facebook posted it."   (All I have to say is 'Amen!')

Case in point:
"FACEBOOK JUST RELEASED THEIR PRICE GRID FOR MEMBERSHIP. $9.99 PER MONTH FOR GOLD MEMBER SERVICES, $6.99 PER MONTH FOR SILVER MEMBER SERVICES, $3.99 PER MONTH FOR BRONZE MEMBER SERVICES, FREE IF YOU COPY AND PASTE THIS MESSAGE BEFORE MIDNIGHT TONIGHT. WHEN YOU SIGN ON TOMORROW MORNING YOU WILL BE PROMPTED FOR PAYMENT INFO...IT IS OFFICIAL IT WAS EVEN ON THE NEWS. FACEBOOK WILL START CHARGING DUE TO THE NEW PROFILE CHANGES. IF YOU COPY THIS ON YOUR WALL YOUR ICON WILL TURN BLUE AND FACEBOOK WILL BE FREE FOR YOU. PLEASE PASS THIS MESSAGE ON IF NOT YOUR ACCOUNT WILL BE DELETED"

I would date you, except for the fact that:

1. You declare your love through Facebook chat. Or send me a text message.

2. You call me and scream "I LOVE YOU!" in my ear, and immediately hang up.

3. You have kids. Worse, when they check their age box, it is scaringly close to mine.

4. Your idea of Church activity is showing up for activities where there is free food.

5. Grammar mistakes exist in your writing in such an amount that I lose count after the first couple of lines. For all that's holy, read a little! 

6. You bit the back of my neck once while walking behind me.

7. You claim to speak a second language, and then leave me a voicemail that I cannot even remotely understand, because it sounds like 5 different languages at the same time. Along the same lines, you should know that Google Translate is not 100% accurate.

8. You wait until I leave town -or the country- to ask me out. How exactly did you think that was going to work out?

9. You tell me I'm too intimidating for you. Well, that's flattering!

10. You want me to pick you up and drop you off on our first date. You live in the slums.

Not a white Latina

People keep telling me I'm the whitest latina they've ever met. While that may be so, it's probably because I don't really fill common stereotypes attributed to latinos. Here's my latest list.

Why I am not the stereotyped latina; or, stop generalizing!

1. First of all, which century do you live in to think that just because I'm from Central America, I live in the jungle? Heck no! I've always been a city girl. There's close to a million people where I lived. I was raised eating at Pizza Hut, Burger King, Wendy's, Taco Bell and all that junk. I ate at Friday's whenever I felt like using my dad's credit card. No, I've never seen a cow up close, and have only seen horses at shows.

2. No, I don't like salsa, merengue, or bachata. Reggaeton makes me want to hurl. I enrolled in a salsa school (not so long ago, I may add) just so I could perform decently at dances. I can still shake my hips, and go through the motions, but no, no latin blood in these dancing veins.

3. No, people, I do not like warm humid weather. It destroys my expensive hairdo, keeps my face in a state of endless exfoliation, and prevents me from daily physical activity, since sweating all day is not my idea of a preferred lifestyle.

4. I do not like spicy food. Even excessive amounts of pepper send me on panicky races for the nearest water dispenser.

5. On that same note, I do not like greasy food. My mom became an extremist vegan when I reached my teens. So we were always eating a lot of vegetables, tofu, soy milk, barely any meat (maybe fish, chicken or lean meat a couple of times a week). She also decided salt was the incarnation of the devil, and totally flavorless meals became a part of my daily diet. So no, I don't know exactly what the typical Honduran eats.

6. Oh yeah, I'm also not a big fan of tortillas. If anything, we would sometimes eat our meals with regular white bread; that is, until Mom decided whole-grain bread was best.

7. I hate novelas. My dad forbade them in the house, labeling them as a stupid waste of time and brainwaves. I totally agree. I loved MTV.

8. Except for my dad, soccer was never a major event in our house. The only way we'd know Honduras was playing was when we heard the neighbors screaming at a missed goal or celebrating a victory. I remember my mom watching the final game of a World Cup once. Actually, the first time I watched a whole soccer game (and even that's debatable, I spent quite some time at the concession stands enjoying the variety of hot dog styles) was in Denver, about 6 years ago. My host thought I'd enjoy a soccer game, little did she know!

I need to get somewhere else right now. There might be a sequel to this post.

Happy? Mother's Day

Being a single LDS woman, I am a little cynical about this "holiday".  I am telling you, even if I was a mom or a grandmom, there are certain traditions that make me almost hate the day.  Let me explain further:
1. Why the flower pins?  Today at Church all the mothers resembled a flower vase, they were wearing at least 3 pins.  One sister offered me one; I kindly refused. She insisted, thinking I felt bad about not being a mother. She doesn't understand, I'm okay not looking like a blossoming tree in the middle of spring.
2. Mothers always say every day is Mother's Day, all the work they have to do, it never ends, it's so hard, blah, blah, blah (again, I'm very cynical about this, I know).  Then why insist on having a day for themselves, then?  Why do all the talks in Church have to revolve around motherhood? Wow, up until now I had not realized I was so bitter about this. Hum, I guess I am (shrugs shoulders and keeps going, that's how little I care).
3. In my personal experience, I wonder why don't we make as big a deal about Father's Day. Fathers are awesome.  I know I got the best dad in the world, and I resent the fact that we don't celebrate them as much.  Is that some sort of sexism?

Wow, this kinda turned into a sort of hate post.  I wonder why I'm so angry these days.  Well, I'm not really angry. These days are actually very exciting.  Forgive me, my avid readers.  I will be a ray of sunshine next week. Word.

Pay up, you little liar!

This is a hate post.  I know, not they best thing to do on Sunday, but I need to get it out of my system.  While on a road trip, this dude confessed that he had no money, and would I pay for him, and he would pay it all back to me next week.  Since he is an active Christian, I trusted him, and covered all his expenses.

I will not go into details, but a month later, he still has not paid me.  He comes up with the most pathetic excuses to explain why he has not paid, or maybe to inspire simpathy.  Sorry, I have none of that for liars.

I guess the story is not that juicy if I do not explain it carefully, but trust me, it has got me all worked up.  Also, thanks to a challenge posted by a friend not to use contractions today, this post has been more difficult to write than usual.