Forever

As my username states, I'm a full-blown bookworm. Head over heels. Most of the books I read are romance, a bit of adventure, sci-fi, and supernatural/paranormal. No, my love for vampires, aliens, werewolves, wizards, or any other supernatural and non-existent beings did not come with the Twilight phenomenon sweeping the world. I've always loved, adored, praised, unexplainable things. I remember dressing up as a vampire countess in Halloween- for 5 years in a row. I don't know why these things have such an effect on me. I've debated it countless times and reached some sort of conclusion. Maybe it has to do with the fact that when I read a book of any of the genres mentioned above, I believe I'm the main character of the book. Truly believe it. I cry when she cries (most of the books' main character is a woman, yes, I'm quite the feminist), laugh when she laughs, and get angry when she gets angry. I could say it's a way for me to live someone else's life, see things from another person's point of view, and mostly because it is way more interesting than the life I have right now. Not that I'm complaining about my life (I love it-sometimes), but I just wish it was more interesting.

Books, I believe, have made me into an open-minded young woman. I see myself as an independent girl who can accomplish anything that is set on her path. I've realized I don't want to stay stuck in one place only. I want to visit different nations, experience different cultures, eat different food, meet completely different people. I want to learn their language, learn their culture, and interact with their society. Along the way, I'm hoping to meet potential love interests or life-long friends. But then it dawned on me: Will I be able to do it all? Money isn't the principle issue. Time is. There is so much I want to do and so little time. And that had me thinking.

Why can't life last longer? Or why can't time pass slower? If life were prolonged, who would I spend it with? The right question is: Who would want to spend it with me, side by side? Will I be the person I am right now? Will I have the same views of life? Same morals, emotions, interests? Would I eventually get tired of living so long?

I can't decide which is better, a long life or a short one. Maybe I'm reading too much....

The Moment of Truth

I have made my decision. This is my blog so I'll be as selfish and egocentric as I want. Okay, maybe not to the extreme. But I will be. Didn't I start this for myself, darn it?! (Oooh, I have a Starbucks craving). From now on I'll be posting videos, pictures, or whatever memorabilia I come across of me, my friends, families, activities, or any other type of crap I find amusing. First of all, how's my day been so far?

I woke up at 4:30 to go to practice. As in 4:30 a.m. I was in such a foul mood this morning I couldn't even stand myself. Morning sessions suck. I don't want to even think about how my mood will get when school ends and swimming doesn't. Five more weeks and Hello, vacations! Sigh. Good morning shining sun, blue skies, chirping birds, warm sand under my feet, and breezy beach air.

Junior year is coming to an end. My classmates and I are doing everything possible to enjoy our last two years. Since we're in a private school, we wear uniforms. Worst of all: it's a military academy. It's only logical that our uniforms are military. Thank the heavens they have mercy on us every Friday of the month. We have Casual Day! But it comes with a price. If you go in normal clothes, yo have to pay a dollar. That's fine with us, but lately there have been more and more Casuals and it's getting on everybody's nerve. So we came up with a plan. Every junior would pay their Casual Day money in cents, dimes, or nickels. Preferably cents. Haha! Take that, Casual Days!

The Casual Day was yesterday- I skipped school yesterday- and our plan was executed to the fullest. And then the Dean walked in the classroom. And so did the homeroom teacher. And the Grammar and Lit teacher. Yep, they were in trouble. According to them, our little joke was "out of line", "immature, "lack of respect", and so on and so on. Blah, blah, blah. Can you get any more ridiculous? I mean, come on! It's the same freaking thing. Money is money. Why do you care if we pay in change? You still get your freaking money! Finally! I got that out of my chest. So, yeah, they were all pretty pissed off. Including me, even though I didn't do anything. Don't you think it's unfair?

Yay, they're airing Law & Order: SVU! Random. My bad.

Here goes my day so far: This week we're celebrating Student Day and Teacher's Day in a week we call "Education Week". Basically, the school does activities like talent shows, pool parties, and other things. Students, however, take the whole week off. Gosh, I love this week. All I did today was go to school in the morning, handed in my Calculus notebook, and left my late Chemistry work on my homeroom teacher's desk. Then I sneaked out and hurried home. And here I am, writing away whatever crosses my mind.

Quote of the Month

I love quotes; I find them inspiring. Whether you're looking for something more in life, an answer, words of support, or just something to boost your mood, quotes always seem to make the day. Starting this month, I'll be browsing the web, books, magazines, etc. in search of words of wisdom. This is what we'll do: I'll post them and you tell me what you think about it. Not think about it as in "Oh, I like it" or "Wow, it's really pretty". None of that. I want you to tell me what the quote makes you feel, what it makes you think about. Does it relate to a certain situation you're going through or have already experienced? What do the words move in you? What do you think it means?

From this month on be sure to drop by and leave a piece of your mind. I'll try to post a quote the first day of every month. Hope you like the idea. If you have any other suggestions feel free to comment.

Sincerely yours,
Bookworm16

Quote of the Month:
"Every man dies. Not every man really lives." -William Wallace

Mother-Daughter time

May 3, 2010

My McDonald's Crispy Chicken Club Sandwich couldn't taste any better. Doesn't being famished make food taste a thousand times yummier? At least that's what we say here. When you're hungry, you eat anything thats placed in front of you. Thankfully for me it was an exquisite sandwich with extra mayo and no tomatoes.

The day began with the life-changing decision of whether or not to wake up and go to school. The softness of my pillows convinced me. I skipped school and slept a little longer. Irresponsible, I know. Now that i think about it, I'm a bit behind in school work. Oh, well.

My mother came to my room at about 8:30 and asked me if I wanted to go to Beauty Expo that was being held today. Since I'm a die-hard fan of hair products and makeup, I jumped at the opportunity. I got dressed and primped in 10 minutes, a record time for someone like me. My mother is very... how should I put it? Adventurous? She signs up for classes that seem interesting to her at the moment, gets a big idea about opening her own shop, starts the preparations for everything, and then she throws it aside like a piece of garbage. She's taken jewelry classes, candle-making classes, sewing classes, and now she's taking cosmetology. According to her, we're the ones who don't support her dreams of making it on her own by doing something she's passionate about. How are we supposed to support her if she changes her mind every week?

At first I was excited about attending the expo. I put on heels, dried my hair, painted my lips red, and headed out hoping I'd bump into a potential boyfriend(p.s. I'm a hopeless romantic). I don't spend much bonding time with my mother because we spend at least half of it fighting. I could tell she was excited I was going with her. We arrived at 9:30 and spent a good 15 minutes running around the place trying to buy a ticket for this young lady. The first half an hour or so of the convention was interesting. An hour into the freaking expo all the booths lost their appeal. Walking around in platforms after my mother seeing table after endless table for four hours was reaching the boundaries of my patience. Very closely. "This is for her", I reminded myself, "think of it as a Mother's Day present. If it makes her happy suck it up and stop complaining." A glance at my mother's face granted a much needed dose of patience. My feet hurt, my back was aching, and I was starving. This must be karma for all the times I've disobeyed her. I've learned my lesson! I promise!

We finally got home at two o'clock, with my bag of my McDonald's of course. I devoured that thing in a minute. And I was still hungry. Damn athlete metabolism. As promised, I have made an entry for the day. Let's just hope I can keep this up for more than a week.

Oh, about the first entry (where I was supposed to describe myself so anyone who read my blog had a feeling they knew me from years ago), I've decided to let you come to the conclusion of who I am. Because, seriously, do you know who you are? Really? Do you know why you're here? Or what you want in life? I doubt it. So, feel free to leave as many comments as you like. I'll try to read them all and provide some feedback. Ask me anything you want and I'll do my best to give you the sincerest advice I can muster. I have to got practice in a few minutes so I'll be signing out now.

Sincerely yours,
bookworm16

What to write, what to write...

May 2, 2010

It's 10:37 p.m. After months of having an empty blog, I finally gained enough inspiration to write down whatever comes to mind. Today has been long, I mean extremely long, and I chose the middle of the night to write a post. I am exhausted. But if I don't start today and commit myself to something other than my sport I might never finish what I started. And then it happened. I sat down with my laptop in front of me and it hit me. What will I write? Several minutes passed while I brainstormed and scavenged for topics. Tic Toc, tic toc. Okay, let's start with the basics.

I don't like to be selfish and I consider myself fairly humble, so forgive me for writing so many I's. I'll begin with describing myself, whether it's physically, mentally, or emotionally. I've thought it through and realized that maybe by writing "to myself" I might be able to solve my own problems. Sort of like having my own shrink. Because that's what they do, you tell them everything, start asking yourself questions, and they just nod. Before you even realize it, you solved your problem all by yourself. Talk about wasting money. Anyways, back to basics. I'm a girl, seventeen years old, swimmer, starting my senior year, and live in Puerto Rico. I'm not quite sure if I should expose my real name or upload a picture of myself at the moment. Maybe later on. I'm sorry, but I'm too tired right now to write anything else. The getting-to-know-me part might have to wait until tomorrow. Thank you for reading either way. I'll come back with more!