Yo a veces soy feliz

So, one of my friends said in a conversation that I’m “not a happy person.” I was sort of shocked about that. It wasn’t the only thing I was shocked about during that conversation, but it was most definitely the first. First of all I didn’t see it coming and I was sort of insulted by it to be honest. I laugh so much, and I’m generally very optimistic about a lot of things. The thing is, I'm very internal about a lot of things, including those things, so it makes sense why she said that.

So there I am, all quiet, not talking, just blank in the face and somber looking. Listening, writing, and thinking inside my head, so i get where it comes from. The weird thing about all that is that I laugh all the time, to be honest I think I am the funniest person I know. I get all my jokes, and little tid bits about everything make me laugh. I just like to watch and listen things go on, and most of the time i write in my head and pretty much am thinking about other things all the time inside of my head. I don’t know, I guess the whole mysterious thing is true, I hear it all the time, but not cause i’m mysterious or anything like that, but just becuase i am not really understood, so people have nothing letf to do but come up with their own conclusion about things.

I always wondered why ME knowing is always enough for me, I don’t really try to persuede people to know the truth if they have the wrong infor or impression or story. If someone talks about me behind my back or says this is what happened to other people i dont have the urge to be like “No! This is how it happend!” if it happens when im there and they tell me about it i will, but if i know someone is spreading rumors or bad info i will not go out of my way to correct them, cause frankly... Me knowing the truth is more than enough for me.

But I’m getting off track, no one ever told me that i wasnt a happy person, and maybe I am not, but i guess all i can say about this is nothing, and maybe just post these lyrics, because well, I’m happy sometimes:

Y que importa que digan todos
Yo a veces soy feliz

Y no tengo nada y lo quiero todo
Yo a veces soy feliz

Hay me parte un rayo, me puye un ojo

Yo a veces soy feliz

Hay que me importa que digan todos

Yo a veces soy feliz...

No better thing

No hay otra manera que decir que no hay nada que se sienta mas bonito ni mas hermoso que viajar, la buena salud de la madre, y sentir que alguien te ame al igual que tu y el saber que esa persona, nunca y sin ninguna duda, te dejaran en su vida.

Lo se porque mi mama esta de buena salud y porque estoy viajando. Parece que Diosito me creo como pajaro, porque nada mas busco la oportunidad para abrir mis alas y volar. Y bueno, lo ultimo me lo imagino porque vivo aterrizado del desamor, y sueño con que algun dia, alguien me diga que me ama como nunca jamas, y oir el suave murmullo de un 'nunca, pero nunca te dejare.'

No, there is nothing better or as beautiful or as filling as traveling, the health of your mother, and the irrefutable knowledge that someone loves you as much as you do, and that without a doubt, and with God’s stamp of truth, will never ever leave you.

So I’m a romantic, whatdoyaknow? My bestfriends knew that already. If only I could go ‘round the world while my mom gardens and my dad watches some movie with the word ‘gun’ in it. My brothers out somewhere dancing, and alan playing video games, and me, somewhere foreign like me, looking at the sunset, watching the waves crash on the shore, and to my left, the sweet sound, the sweet murmur of a young lady, whose eyes flutter only for me, who faithfully and respectful behaves, my teammate in life…somewhere in a beach in some place, with the soft words sliding of a young woman’s mouth saying, telling me ‘maybe I love you a little more, and always by your side will be’ THEN me confused by the syntax, but not the diction will say, absolutely nothing, because I always loved more and I always had plans of grandeur and amorous eternity, SHE then looking at the withering yellows and oranges of the sun will shrug over my dramatics and say ‘ you’re stuck with me, hasta que se gaste el sol,’ porque tanto me quiere mi nina, que hasta aprendio el espanol.

Slow blog

It’s been a slow blog season, but I have been busy here in Taxco. I go home in a bit, I can’t wait, hopefully I will be able to go to WISCONSIN I love that place, it's definitely one of my favorite places in the entire world.

You have no idea, it’s my paradise. And like they say it’s who you are with that really matters. It helps to go with friends, the ones I can just be chill with and be myself and it’s cool.

I already told Greg that if the guys won’t go, ill just freaking go by myself. Hehe! His parents are there, and they are beyond amazing and their home is a second home to me and they like second parents. I love every single one of them very much. So I’m sure it wouldn’t be a problem at all...

Zihuatenejo/Ixtapa… beautiful, leaves Acapulco out in the dust, I had so much fun there. The beach, the sand, the skyline, everything I will never forget that place for sure. I even hit some clubs and did some ass shaking.


Memorias y mas memorias, lo que me da Mexico.

Here and Back.

We went to Acapulco last weekend. It wasn’t bad, but it was Acapulco, and Acapulco isn’t all that to begin with it was great to lie in the beach and swim all day though. I came back sore as hell, I played volleyball and beach soccer, scored three goals. It was worth the pain jaja.

So weird thing happen, on of the pan ladies was all up on my grill, jaja. It wasn’t the cute pan lady, which is way cute, but I can’t complain.

Have I mentioned how the people here don’t party that much, it’s crazy, last year we came with all these partying girls. These are a lot tamer, but the ones now are more guy crazy.

So far I have to admit, we all get along a lot better. No drama thus far, of course not everyone is best friends with each other, but we all work pretty well. I like this group of people.

I think I can come home with some real good friends. I wish I could to be honest.

I feel like there is nothing to write about anymore, class starts in a little bit. We go to Morelia this weekend; next weekend is a free one, and possible Zihuatenejo. I am excited.

I love my family. Ellos encima de todos.