Hello!
I am basically going to rant here and talk about my life and dreams and maybe upload some images I made. Currently I am a college student attending UCD, and finals are next week. Luckily I do not have one on Monday! Yay! Ahem. Anyways, I have two finals on Tuesday, not my hardest classes but they are a pain in the arse. These two finals are: English, where we were set up in groups to make a project together... my group and I have not started nor contacted each other...I am worried about this...The last final on that day would be workload chemistry(I did not pass the entrance exam for chemistry so I am taking a preparatory class), I am not that worried about this, but I will study tomorrow...and Monday. After Tuesday I have one final on Wednesday and Thursday. These finals I am worried about because one I am failing one of these classes and two they are hard. But after finals it's Winter Break! Yay!!!!

I finally get to go home after two months. I can not wait until I get home! I know I should be studying, but going home is all that is in my mind right now. Like how my mother is going to make tamales, so when I get home I get to eat tamales! Ahhh! Yum!!! I miss my family that I am starting to forget how they look like. Sad really since I am suppose to have good memory. I miss my room and the shelves of books! When I get home I am going to reread those books and buy some more! Hopefully my mother takes me to BookOff, since they sell used books at a good price! Not only books, but video games, DVDs, and CD. I miss my friends back at home, so I am going to visit them one by one. First Tash and I are going to the movies on Saturday and mostly likely shop at the mall, since Tash likes shopping but not as much as Ma-chan. Haha! On Sunday Chris is going to teach me how to sew! Yay! Funny really since I did learned how to sew in junior high, but come on that was like six years ago. I am going to take the supplies we need at her house, because I think it is more convenient since she has a sewing machine. We are going to make plush dolls! Well, I am, she is only going to help. Then after the weekend I am most likely going to visit my closest friend's university and go to class with her. She said that we're going to eat waffles....I do not like waffles, but she said they are the "best". Not going to stop her, since I do like food...hahaha.

I miss my hometown. I took for granted that crime city and now I miss it. I miss the parks, the libraries--especially the libraries, and my high school. When all my friends come back to our hometown we are going to visit our high school, since there are people we would like to give thanks. Most of my friends went far from our hometown to go to school like me, so we are going to hang out in two weeks, since that is when the twins come back from Washington.  Before they come back, I most likely going to take care of my younger siblings, since they are too young to be left alone.

My siblings and I used to fight a lot and I did not like to, because I fought only when I was stressed. Recently my mother phoned me to tell me that my younger brother, Andres, is doing marvelous in school. He is getting awards that I never got in elementary school and he is a freaking genius. He is only six ,at least that is what I think his age is at the moment, and he is doing work beyond his age group, that my mother told me that he is in a special class where the "special" kids are. Great, now my brother is special, but I am proud of him! I was only eleven when he was born, and I was an only child till then, so when I saw him the first time I wanted to protect him and help him become a great man when he grew up. When I first saw my little brother, it was through a looking glass. Not the one where a person would see the baby in the crib. No he was connected to machines. It was depressing watching my brother as this, because he was a newborn and I was just a kid looking at my only sibling in such a state. It was when I came back from school, when I saw my brother in his crib in my room. It was the cutest scene. He was--was because now he is totally different--cute and small. I just wanted to rub my cheek against his, but he was sleeping so I left him alone. I saw that my mother was sleeping on my bed so I went to the living room and did my work. Now six years later, he is lanky and tall for his age(he is taller than his cousin who is eight) and a busybody. To tell you the truth, I was basically the one that raised him. I taught him how to stand and walk. He was cute because he would walk to me, those were good times. I also taught him how to dress and feed himself at a young age. Not because I wanted him to be a special baby that could do things, it was only because I did not want to dress him nor feed him (I was lazy). When he got past his toddler age and was four years old, he could read, write, and draw. Not well but better than his age group. His drawing improved as he grew older, and now his drawing is better than mine, and that is not an exaggeration. When I see his drawings, is like how did this happen. When did he grew to be better than I am.

When I left for college two months ago, my siblings would fight with each other like cats and dogs. I always got irritated when I saw them go at it, that I was brought into their fights. Now from what my mother told me, Andres is protecting my younger sister and playing with her. My younger sister, Victoria, is a pain in the arse more than my brother when he was her age. When she was born I was too busy to care for her(I was going to be a senior when she was born). She did not get the same treatment from me, but I did spoil her like Andres. Unlike Andres, I was there when she was born(my father took me out of school), but like Andres she was not born well. From the three of us, Victoria got the most injury from birth. Her left hand is not deformed but her nerves are whacked. She can not move it normally, but with therapy it is improving. Did I tell you I spoiled her, well that stopped after the first year. It was too late though. From the three of us, she received the most attention from mother, since mother was not working at the time. So Victoria got to see mother in her first two years, every day, every hour, every minute, every second. This caused her to be very spoiled. I gave my siblings nicknames when they were born, Andres' was--was because he is different now--chubby cheeks and Victoria's nickname is chibi which translated is shrimp. Both my siblings do not look like me. It is sad since from the three of us I am the darkest and lost most of the blue from my eyes. When ever I look at their pale complexion and face, I keep wondering if I was adopted. I was not, since we do have some features alike: we have thick black straight hair(my brother likes long hair) and we look like our father. Both of my siblings are the opposite of me: Victoria and Andres are busybodies and like to talk to everybody and play with them.

And I miss my father.