1. I think part of a best friend's job should be to immediately clear your computer history if you die.
2. Nothing sucks more than that moment during an argument when you realize you're wrong.
3. I totally take back all those times I didn't want to nap when I was younger.
4. There is great need for a sarcasm font.
5. How are you supposed to fold a fitted sheet?
6. Was learning cursive really necessary?
7. Map Quest really needs to start their directions on #5. I'm pretty sure I know how to get out of my neighborhood.
8. Obituaries would be a lot more interesting if they told you how the person died.
9. I can't remember the last time I wasn't at least kind of tired.
10. Bad decisions make good stories.
11. You never know when it will strike, but there comes a moment at work when you know that you just aren't going to do anything productive for the rest of the day.
12. Can we all just agree to ignore whatever comes after Blue Ray? I don't want to have to restart my collection...again.
13. I'm always slightly terrified when I exit out of Word and it asks me if I want to save any changes to my ten-page research paper that I swear I did not make any changes to.
14. "Do not machine wash or tumble dry" means I will never wash this - ever.
15. I hate when I just miss a call by the last ring (Hello? Hello? Darn it!), but when I immediately call back, it rings nine times and goes to voicemail. What did you do after I didn't answer? Drop the phone and run away?
16. I hate leaving my house confident and looking good and then not seeing anyone of importance the entire day. What a waste.
17. I keep some people's phone numbers in my phone just so I know not to answer when they call.
18. I think the freezer deserves a light as well.
19. I disagree with Kay Jewelers. I would bet on any given Friday or Saturday night more kisses begin with Miller Lite than Kay. (Or wine...or Margaritas!!)
20. I wish Google Maps had an "Avoid Ghetto" routing option.
21. Sometimes, I'll watch a movie that I watched when I was younger and suddenly realize I had no idea what the heck was going on when I first saw it.
22. I would rather try to carry 10 plastic grocery bags in each hand than take 2 trips to bring my groceries in.
23. The only time I look forward to a red light is when I'm trying to finish a text.
24. I have a hard time deciphering the fine line between boredom and hunger.
25. How many times is it appropriate to say "What?" before you just nod and smile because you still didn't hear or understand a word they said?
26. I love the sense of camaraderie when an entire line of cars team up to prevent some jerk from cutting in at the front. Stay strong, brothers and sisters!
27. Shirts get dirty. Underwear gets dirty. Pants? Pants never get dirty, and you can wear them forever.
28. Is it just me or do high school kids get dumber & dumber every year?
29. There's no worse feeling than that millisecond you're sure you are going to die after leaning your chair back a little too far.
30. As a driver I hate pedestrians, and as a pedestrian I hate drivers, but no matter what the mode of transportation, I always hate cyclists.
31. Sometimes I'll look down at my watch 3 consecutive times and still not know what time it is.
32. Even under ideal conditions people have trouble locating their car keys in a pocket, finding their cell phone, and Pinning the Tail on the Donkey - but I'd bet my behind everyone can find and push the snooze button from 3 feet away, in about 1.7 seconds, eyes closed, first time, every time!
Saturday, April 17, 2010
Tuesday, October 21, 2008
Open Book To Memory Lane
I had and open book test today in History of Science, we were allowed anything that was on paper, we could have printed straight form the Internet, we could have the books, our class notes, anything none electronic was a okay. I took along with other things my AP European notebook and folder. I know it might have been silly but they helped a lot. After class I came back home and decided to organise my folder because as much as I knew that I had valuable info in there, not only for my midterm but for my other classes as well (come on those DBQs could be the basis of where to research for my next final essay ;D,) I couldn't’t get to it easily.
I sat on my bed and started to look over these papers, essays I hadn't given a second glance after looking at my grade when I got them back. I had forgotten Mrs. Magee made our parents sign the exams. I had also forgotten how silly Silvio was at signing anything school related. Here for your own amusement are some examples of this delightful snippets of the ppl I lived with,
“Dear Ms. Magee:
Isabel’s foster mother & I are concerned that she is stressing out of the upcoming AP exam. What do you suggest we do. We’ve tried Bollywood & Seinfeld. What else?
S. Sirias”
“ Ms. Magee:
I don’t see Isabel study. How can she get grades this good? It’s a mystery.
S. Sirias”
And my favourite,
“I’m very proud of Isabel.
S. Sirias”
In reading these essays I realised around 4 things,
1. I was right in thinking I could used these essay in my classes
2. Mrs. Magee did amazing things the 3 years I knew her. I owe her the fact that I can actually write a deasent essay.
3. I can actually write an essay
4. When Silvio becomes the amazing and very best selling author I know he will be I will be a very rich gal after selling all my report cards with his signature on eBay.
All this to say, Mrs. Magee I am not quite sure where I would be with out you and what you have taught me both of history, of studding practices and of my own person.
Thank you.
I sat on my bed and started to look over these papers, essays I hadn't given a second glance after looking at my grade when I got them back. I had forgotten Mrs. Magee made our parents sign the exams. I had also forgotten how silly Silvio was at signing anything school related. Here for your own amusement are some examples of this delightful snippets of the ppl I lived with,
“Dear Ms. Magee:
Isabel’s foster mother & I are concerned that she is stressing out of the upcoming AP exam. What do you suggest we do. We’ve tried Bollywood & Seinfeld. What else?
S. Sirias”
“ Ms. Magee:
I don’t see Isabel study. How can she get grades this good? It’s a mystery.
S. Sirias”
And my favourite,
“I’m very proud of Isabel.
S. Sirias”
In reading these essays I realised around 4 things,
1. I was right in thinking I could used these essay in my classes
2. Mrs. Magee did amazing things the 3 years I knew her. I owe her the fact that I can actually write a deasent essay.
3. I can actually write an essay
4. When Silvio becomes the amazing and very best selling author I know he will be I will be a very rich gal after selling all my report cards with his signature on eBay.
All this to say, Mrs. Magee I am not quite sure where I would be with out you and what you have taught me both of history, of studding practices and of my own person.
Thank you.
Saturday, February 02, 2008
I Love it When the Weather Forecast is Wrong!
Vancouver as a city is a beautiful city, but when it rains it becomes depressing, cold and grey. Since I am in Vancouver for the winter months this is the Vancouver I get the majority of the time. And if you think it is hard to get up in the morning try it when it is grey, rainy muddy, and cold. I know that some people like the cold and that some people live in colder places that Vancouver and that temperatures between –1 and 1 degrees Celsius are warm in comparisons but to me it is cold and I don’t think I will ever get used to it. Having said that, it is days like today that makes me realize how much I love Vancouver. To day was Today it was supposed to rain and snow. Instead I got glorious sun and warmth.
When I left my house today I wondered whether to take my rain jacket or not since the weather forecast seemed sop gloomy. Since I was already on my way I figured I would deal with the rain when it came. As I was walking from the bus station to the apartment, where I was to meet my cousin Paula, I was thinking to my self how nice a day it was. I didn’t know half of it. The sun came out the clouds went away and one of the most beautiful days I have ever seen appeared in front of my eyes. I got to go walk through Granville Island and down town. I arrived at campus at 4 and the sunset was at 5. I saw it from the cliffs. A perfect end to a perfect day. Now if it could only remain like this forever.
When I left my house today I wondered whether to take my rain jacket or not since the weather forecast seemed sop gloomy. Since I was already on my way I figured I would deal with the rain when it came. As I was walking from the bus station to the apartment, where I was to meet my cousin Paula, I was thinking to my self how nice a day it was. I didn’t know half of it. The sun came out the clouds went away and one of the most beautiful days I have ever seen appeared in front of my eyes. I got to go walk through Granville Island and down town. I arrived at campus at 4 and the sunset was at 5. I saw it from the cliffs. A perfect end to a perfect day. Now if it could only remain like this forever.
Friday, June 08, 2007
A Book Shelf
It is silly that one simple thing like a shelf can bring so many memories.
I say and mildly brag that I have lived in several countries. Although this is technically true, it never felt that way. I don’t remember Canada or Miami so my life as I know it really only begins in Bogotá and the 777 apartment building. I don’t remember where I lived while the 777 was being built but I remember going with mom to see the construction. I always wanted to wear the white construction hat cause it was the one the architects and the engineers wear. I remember the day we moved in. My sister (she must have been around 2 years old at the time) had a fever and my mom was pregnant with my brother so mom was about to go nuts so I went out with a friend of the family Mario Ochoa, (big mistake of my parents cause I ended up bringing home a rabbit).
I was 4. We lived there for 8 years. My sister and I shared a room and we had what I always called Princesses beds. Our room at had bears that my mom had stenciled it was pastel orange. When we became “grown ups” we made my mom takes us to a home depo store so we could re-paint and get like a paper wall (but no bears cause those are for kids) we picked a pink and a (yes you guessed it) green for the wall, and a bear wall paper. We had a costume chest that we loved; we had 2 desks and 2 bookshelves. My brother’s room was baby blue for the longest time then we painted it white and my mom painted a mural of a jungle that we got helped on. I panted a toucan and the waterfall.
Where we spent most of our time was the everyday living room. At that point in time my mom still had the idea that there should be an elegant dining room and living room and an everyday one. The biggest item in the room was the bookshelf, not even the books just the shelf.
When we moved to the farm and then to Panama it stayed in deposit and it has been 8 years since I don’t see it. Recently my mom brought it back out and this flood of memories filled me up: my brother’s first step, my hatred towards my homework, the black and white computer, the vinyl disks.
My home felt like home again.
I say and mildly brag that I have lived in several countries. Although this is technically true, it never felt that way. I don’t remember Canada or Miami so my life as I know it really only begins in Bogotá and the 777 apartment building. I don’t remember where I lived while the 777 was being built but I remember going with mom to see the construction. I always wanted to wear the white construction hat cause it was the one the architects and the engineers wear. I remember the day we moved in. My sister (she must have been around 2 years old at the time) had a fever and my mom was pregnant with my brother so mom was about to go nuts so I went out with a friend of the family Mario Ochoa, (big mistake of my parents cause I ended up bringing home a rabbit).
I was 4. We lived there for 8 years. My sister and I shared a room and we had what I always called Princesses beds. Our room at had bears that my mom had stenciled it was pastel orange. When we became “grown ups” we made my mom takes us to a home depo store so we could re-paint and get like a paper wall (but no bears cause those are for kids) we picked a pink and a (yes you guessed it) green for the wall, and a bear wall paper. We had a costume chest that we loved; we had 2 desks and 2 bookshelves. My brother’s room was baby blue for the longest time then we painted it white and my mom painted a mural of a jungle that we got helped on. I panted a toucan and the waterfall.
Where we spent most of our time was the everyday living room. At that point in time my mom still had the idea that there should be an elegant dining room and living room and an everyday one. The biggest item in the room was the bookshelf, not even the books just the shelf.
When we moved to the farm and then to Panama it stayed in deposit and it has been 8 years since I don’t see it. Recently my mom brought it back out and this flood of memories filled me up: my brother’s first step, my hatred towards my homework, the black and white computer, the vinyl disks.
My home felt like home again.
Thursday, April 12, 2007
My Life at the farms.
This year I have come to realize that not everyone knows how to ride a horse and that some people are very afraid of them. This made me start thinking about when I was learning how to horse back ride.
I have never done the whole helmet, pants, going around a circle, jumping fences horseback riding. I never saw a point to it really. The reason? I had two farms with horses to which I would go every weekend. In the farm there is a much bigger space to gallop, trot, to just make the horse go into his own pace.
When I was little, farms were my life and although now I live very far away my farms they are still a big part of me. Each of them has a part of my heart because of all the family moments and the times where it was just my brother, my sister and I, or with my cousins or just me spending time. Each of my farms has a different character, story and nature.
Andalucia is located in La Dorada, Caldas. It was named by my grandpa Ramiro and my grandma Alba after their trip to that region in Spain, each parcel has the name of a place in that region; Sevilla, Torremolino, Granada, Malaga, and so on. The house is simple with high ceilings, the walls are white and the floors have ceramic tiles. There is a nice outside area with big comfy chairs which have gotten smaller as I have grown up, my grandpa’s desk which he would sit on to take care of the ranching business “move 30 bulls from Almeria to Granada”, and three hammocks when I was little these were white purple and stripes; the purple was my grandpa’s he loved it that’s where he would take his naps. Now the purple one is no longer in service and has been replaced by another stripes one. There is also an outside area which has the best part of the house that I am sure my cousins would agree to, the pool. This title is slightly deceiving, no very deceiving, it is actually a large size Jacuzzi shaped well, when the water is really high the water will reach a normal adult to above the waist. No matter the children loved it and still do. Around the house is a beautiful garden that my grandma tended. This farm has a large extension, and many animals in full capacity it can hold around 600 young bulls. My grandpa made sure every one had a horse to ride on and a job to make no matter how old you were. In the break fast table I still remember him saying, “ Weo weo weo! Las faenas de hoy son asi…” It always mage me feel so especial.
La Candelaria is a milk farm right next to Madrid, Cundinamarca. In contrast with Andalucia this farm is in high altitude and has cold weather. Its real name is “Las pesebreras de la Candelaria” but no one actually calls it that. Although it is a milk farm the biggest part of its character is the apple orchard, hands down. They grow the best apples in the world and I have been spoiled rotten by them to the point that I wont eat any other because lets face it they are just not as good. The house used to be an old stable and has two silos, one on each side. My mom remodeled the stable to be a house but it kept a lot of the characteristics, and the silos were transformed into separate houses. The one on the farther end was my family and I lived for around a year. It has 3 levels, the ground level has a bathroom and a closet and one desk, the second level is a small round room with a bunk bed that has a pull out bed where my brother slept and the fireplace, the last floor was mi parents room, it has their bed and the sofa my dad made for my mom when they were newlyweds.
I am not done and I will probably revise it but I wanted to get something on here and this one is the one I have been working on for a while.
I have never done the whole helmet, pants, going around a circle, jumping fences horseback riding. I never saw a point to it really. The reason? I had two farms with horses to which I would go every weekend. In the farm there is a much bigger space to gallop, trot, to just make the horse go into his own pace.
When I was little, farms were my life and although now I live very far away my farms they are still a big part of me. Each of them has a part of my heart because of all the family moments and the times where it was just my brother, my sister and I, or with my cousins or just me spending time. Each of my farms has a different character, story and nature.
Andalucia is located in La Dorada, Caldas. It was named by my grandpa Ramiro and my grandma Alba after their trip to that region in Spain, each parcel has the name of a place in that region; Sevilla, Torremolino, Granada, Malaga, and so on. The house is simple with high ceilings, the walls are white and the floors have ceramic tiles. There is a nice outside area with big comfy chairs which have gotten smaller as I have grown up, my grandpa’s desk which he would sit on to take care of the ranching business “move 30 bulls from Almeria to Granada”, and three hammocks when I was little these were white purple and stripes; the purple was my grandpa’s he loved it that’s where he would take his naps. Now the purple one is no longer in service and has been replaced by another stripes one. There is also an outside area which has the best part of the house that I am sure my cousins would agree to, the pool. This title is slightly deceiving, no very deceiving, it is actually a large size Jacuzzi shaped well, when the water is really high the water will reach a normal adult to above the waist. No matter the children loved it and still do. Around the house is a beautiful garden that my grandma tended. This farm has a large extension, and many animals in full capacity it can hold around 600 young bulls. My grandpa made sure every one had a horse to ride on and a job to make no matter how old you were. In the break fast table I still remember him saying, “ Weo weo weo! Las faenas de hoy son asi…” It always mage me feel so especial.La Candelaria is a milk farm right next to Madrid, Cundinamarca. In contrast with Andalucia this farm is in high altitude and has cold weather. Its real name is “Las pesebreras de la Candelaria” but no one actually calls it that. Although it is a milk farm the biggest part of its character is the apple orchard, hands down. They grow the best apples in the world and I have been spoiled rotten by them to the point that I wont eat any other because lets face it they are just not as good. The house used to be an old stable and has two silos, one on each side. My mom remodeled the stable to be a house but it kept a lot of the characteristics, and the silos were transformed into separate houses. The one on the farther end was my family and I lived for around a year. It has 3 levels, the ground level has a bathroom and a closet and one desk, the second level is a small round room with a bunk bed that has a pull out bed where my brother slept and the fireplace, the last floor was mi parents room, it has their bed and the sofa my dad made for my mom when they were newlyweds.
I am not done and I will probably revise it but I wanted to get something on here and this one is the one I have been working on for a while.
Friday, March 02, 2007
Sunday, February 18, 2007
Fainally a new post
I haven’t written in a while. This is because I usually like to talk/write about stuff that is funny, happy, and/or cool. Well seeing as I haven’t been feeling any of the lather well I found no reason to write and seeing as my last post was about how I was home sick writing about that again would be just an over kill to write about it again. I am now better. Not great or good but just okay. But it is now Reading Break and I am going to Port Alberni with Courteney things look better. The ferry ride and the beautiful scenery reminded me that I actually live in Canada and in beautiful British Columbia. The mountains and ocean are right out of the post card. The ferry is really really nice. Courteney’s family was very welcoming. I am sorry this is quite short but I am not very chatty and or imaginative.
PS. Thanks to all of the people that were there for me. You know who you are.
PS. Thanks to all of the people that were there for me. You know who you are.
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