Viva Mexico!

Eh... claro que falta un buen para las fiestas patrias... pero bueno...

I am home!! It is great to be back with the family… spending time with my kids, sleeping in every day, watching movies, eating a lot…

Graduation was a lot of fun. A little stressful on the first day, but lots of fun afterwards. My sister Sarai was a little sick when they got to Dallas and I was a little nervous about it. And then my parents wanted to go to a ceremony that we had already decided not to go to. Those of you who know me may know how much stress unorganized events can give me (see the above picture, please). Sarai was not feeling well, we didn’t have any tickets, I didn’t know what exactly the event was or what to do next. Those 10 min were not fun : ) ! But the entire rest of the weekend was absolutely amazing! My entire family went to Dallas to pick me up. Dad, Mom, my siblings, my brother in law, and my little nephew ALL drove in a van and Uncle Daniel and his family drove their truck.

The Chapel family came from Kansas… an amazing surprise, since I wasn’t expecting them to come! Casey is so big now… she’ll be a young woman in no time… lol... you gotta love that face!

But anyway.. after the ticket incident it all went by pretty smoothly. Here goes even more pics...

The next day I had two other ceremonies and then my family and friends got together at Mi Cocina, a nice little restaurant near SMU… it was lots of fun, but I think that the adventures didn’t start until we ALL (hm… over 20 people, very easily) went to my cousin’s apartment. We got lost getting there, first of all… and then when we got there we realized me would probably not fit… but we went in anyways… lol. It was great. Lots of stories, coffee, cake, and sweet bread. I got to see my friends (and my boyfriend!) interact with my family. Fernando was all over the place… since he knows all the stories… hehe. Janie was taking pictures and trying to pick up on the conversations (all of us, except for Janie and Michael speak Spanish… so they both very patient with us).. Victor and Ruben were talking to Dad or to my cousins… Quijote was practicing his Spanish too. I think we were all having a lot of fun. Dad thought Michael was Janie’s boyfriend! Cute…

I wish I could see my friends and family together more often. It made me so happy! One of the best days of my life.

And then the next morning we went to church. Minino and Fer went with us. I said goodbye.. and we drove off.. back home…

Fer said I was leaving him… but the truth is that friendships like ours… well, they’re simply not common enough, I suppose. I’m taking all of them with me. I'm still wondering what the heck will I do without him and Janie and Aleks... all of them!

The boy had his qualifiers this week. My friends went to church on Sunday and lit some candles for him. I think he did well, judging by his confidence, and we are now just waiting for the results. My uncle has a spare room, so I’m always half-joking with him: “You sure you don’t want to move to Juarez for the summer ; ) ?” He can't, of course. The Bugs is getting married and he has lots of studying to do... and moving... and all of that fun stuff... But I can still bug him about it : ) ! I'll get to see him soon enough.

I miss you so much!

Adiós SMU

TWO days till school is done!! finals are really making me suffer... but... BUT... I only have two days left. After that I will catch up with friends, read, go swimming, get me an apartment for next semester, and try really hard not to call Quijote every 5 mins.
DOS días!! Very exciting!
Alpha Psi is throwing a party for me on Weds, I'm going to se Janie on Sat, I'll hopefully meet with my pastor sometime next week, and I'll have a neophyte education meeting with the new line. My parents are coming on the 18th and then graduation on the 19th and 20th. Having a little graduation dinner either the 18th or the 19th. Leaving for home on the 21st. Quijote has his first qualifier exam a day after.
To do list (not getting to it until I'm done with finals): sell books (some.. always keep too many... can't help it..), closing checking account, doing major cleaning in my room before Mom sees the small particles of dust on the window glass, getting my little (unusually messy) car detailed, getting a gift for my siblings, start packing (get rid of half my clothes!), finding a place for the dinner and sending an evite (don't worry, people have been warned about it already), checking the hotel where my parents are staying, finding places where to take my family when they come... making sure everything is all set for next semester... making sure the chapter's archives and everything else is all set for next semester...
bugging Quijote as often as he lets me : ) !
and then I'll have to decide if I'm really that happy that school is over with... hehe...
sniff..

A-Psi Pics

SoOOoo... since I wrote a post in Spanish, I thought I'd post something in a universal language... so here's some pics of me and my fraternity (co-ed, not a sorority). Here's a particularly bad pic of me... but someone you know very well is in it... if you can find him :-) !

Complacencia... conformidad? Mis propias quejas : )

Si hay algo que me gusta en la gente es la inteligencia y la divergencia. El contraste en forma de vida y la disparidad en comparación mía me llaman muchísimo la atención. Encuentro que vivo vicariamente por medio de ellos, y aunque no cambiaría las bendiciones y la alegría de mi vida por la de cualquiera de ellos, estoy convencida de que es la posibilidad de vivir sus experiencias por medio de ellos lo que me sostiene cuando quiciera hacer algo y no puedo. Ultimamente he tenido que pasar de algunas cosas, locuras y aventuras que podría tener… si yo no fuera yo. Si yo fuera una persona sin familia, o sin los lítimites de mi pequeña lista de valores éticos, o si simplemete tuviese más libertad en cuanto a una u otra cosa… entonces habría destruído mi vida desde hace mucho tiempo. Estaría en Madrid, viviendo una vida de libros y leyendas, de marcha y de vino… estaría en otro mundo de amigos arte y pobreza –o bien de lucros empresas y desenvolturas. Sería el rebelde sin causa –suelen ser rebeldes los que no tienen que perder- o la empresaria sin integridad o conciencia –suelen serlo quienes no tienen más emoción que la producida del poder. Tengo que aceptar que muchas veces me gustaría ser alguien más. Ser otra, con otra vida, y otras situaciones y otro mundo… salirme de la monotonía de la vida moderada. Vivir una de las vidas que he descrito… tan espantosas, y sin embargo tan atractivas. Tan llenas de aventura.
Tengo miedo de las acciones irreflexivas. Son pocas las que he tomado de ese modo, pero de todas me he arrepentido. Tengo también miedo de dejarme llevar, como me ha pasado ya una vez, por la religiosidad y el molesto sentido de culpabilidad. Pero tengo que aceptar que el lugar “moderado” que logré encontrar me es algo unísono…insípido, mediocre. Un amigo mío me ha dicho que yo siempre necesito más, que pido demasiado… que es parte de mi encanto, sí, que yo sea tan linda y tan peligrosa a la vez, pero que tenga cuidado. Yo me he reído de él. Ya quiciera yo ser peligrosa! Soñador, veamos que será de tus sueños. Dice otro dicho que al camarón que se duerme se lo lleva la corriente… imagínate si el pobre encima sueña.
Si no me gusta ningun lugar en la balanza, ni aún el del centro, ¿A dónde he de ir ahora? Hoy fui a la iglesia, sola, como es normal -y no me quejo, me gusta- pero, como también es normal, no me fue de demasiada ayuda. Intenté orar por mi misma en una capillilla del santuario, pero nada salía de mis labios. Ulitmamente no tengo nada que decirle a Dios. Nada. Así que no intento. Si mis pequeños, diminutos problemas de monólogos y momentos de inarticulación continúan, me veré obligada a enseñar. No me será posible ministrar y ser honesta. Se me ha enseñado que Dios quiere todo o nada. Si eso es verdad, terminaré en la ruina: me es imposible entregarlo todo. Vaya, todo esto para tan nula conclusión. Pero es verdad. No puedo concebir un Dios que lo pide todo sin dar señas de nada. De los cientos de religiones, ninguna es completemente exacta. No me puedo entregar completa a una religión incompleta.. no es posbile ser perfecta con una religión inexacta. Son aquellos que se entregan por completo a un credo humano quienes han llenado nuestra historia de sangre, de odio, de miedos y de remordimientos. Ya de remordimientos he tenido mi llene.
Este verano leeré la biblia diez veces, si es necesario, y llegaré a las conclusiones por mi misma; necesito separar lo que verdaderamente creo de lo que se me ha enseñado. Vaya, si hubiese nacido Hindú, sería Budista! Al diablo con la banalidad y la complacencia. Ha de seguir todo esto?Me moriré de aburrimiento y de puerilidad.

having trouble figuring this thing out... will come back to it again...