The Flood Kick the Bucket in Spanish

103 DAYS LEFT AND COUNTING....

And that sums up this weekend. I went to Fayetteville with Clayton and Jason and we ended up seeing the much-talked-about "Cloverfield" which was very interesting, I might add. Kinda like a Universal Studios adventure that lasted for 2 hours, but that made your head hurt and your eyes blurry from all the camera-action. The monster uncannily looks like a perfect cross between The Flood from Halo and the monsters in Lost Planet, as it lays waste to Manhattan. Unforetunately, my trip there was cut short by the arrival of snow here in North Carolina, which though it is not a common occurance, is one enough to make even the most secure drivers wary. Mainly because people in NC don't know shit about driving in it. So I decided against the wishes of the others, to ask Clayton to take me back home. Which he did. After coming back, I headed out with Matt and the others to go see "The Bucket List" with Jack Nicholson and Morgan Freeman. That was a very interesting movie. Not that the premises behind it were original in the least bit. Two old men that find out they're terminal decide to make a list of all the things they want to do before they die and do it. The interesting part was the effect it had on everyone else that was watching it.

I went with a plethora of other guys. Five of them who are all fairly macho, to varying degrees. And by the end of the movie, I swear I could hear each of them silently sniffling in the back. I'm not gonna lie. I was slow weeping myself at the movie's end. It's a good film with a good message and it's sad how it ended. I just thought it was highly amusing that everyone in the theatre, regardless of how tough and macho you were supposed to be could appreciate the tenderness that came from the film. You couldn't help but feel your eyes get a little moist by the end because of the film. It was a very touching flick. Unforetunately, what happened afterward made me forget about the sappiness and turn to a more bitter side.

We then decided to hit up a place called Del Sol for dinner, which apparently used to be an equal part of Mi Casita resturant in Fayetteville a few years back. Due to a family dispute, the places split and now each has it's own name, but the same food and menu (interesting?). So anyway, it wasn't my first time going there, however we went in and sat down and immediately there was a problem. The waitress that had come to the table was...in a word...Mexican. Not that there's anything wrong with that of course. But the fact is, she was not a very good waitress, in that she could barely speak English. Enough to take our order! Like I said, I have nothing against people from other countries coming here to work. I understand that everyone's got to make a living and everyone has to eat, but what the means, I guess you'll be cooking and not taking orders. If you're going to work directly with customers dealing with the public, then your English level needs to be at LEAST an 8 out of 10. There is no exception to that rule. If it's not, you could lose business because of it. Why the hell would I want to come back to your resturant if you couldn't understand a damn thing I asked for the whole night I was there? And it wasn't like I was asking for some incredibly complicated meal. I spoke very slowly in complete sentences, so that way she could understand the order (after she totally messed up the drinks, I knew that I had to slow down to talk to her). "I want a number one with an extra taco and more sweet tea." that's all the order was. And she couldnt' get it. All I heard was "que esto?" It made me feel like converting to the Spanish that I knew to place the order like this: "Yo quiero un numero uno, con un mas taco y tea con azucar. okay?" It got to the point where she had to ask another waiter who was near by to translate our order into Spanish for her to understand it. That's a SERIOUS mistake in my book Why the hell was she taking our order? Why couldn't they have a regular waiter who spoke good English to serve us? Turns out, he ended up having to take over for her, since she couldn't understand. But that was okay. When it came time to tip, I left her ass UNO DOLLAR. I'm sure she could understand that. I shouldn't have to repeat myself eighteen times to ensure that my order is understood. That's damn ridiculous. Maybe in the future, she'll get it.

Inhale....and HOLD.....

January 16, 2008 - Wednesday

Inhale.....and HOLD..........
Current mood: worried

It is done. I've finally sent off that monsterous piece of work called a graduate application to FIDM. Words cannot express how much I want to go to this school. It's everything to me. I want to be able to do this so bad, that I can practically taste the fabric in my mouth as I'm pinning together dresses or working on a new runway routine. I can't believe that in a few weeks time I could know that I'm going to California for seemingly the rest of my life. it's like a dream that's moving in slow-motion and I haven't gotten to the part where I wake up yet. And yet it is simultaneously yet the longest waiting period in my life that I've had yet. I've never wanted anything this badly before, I don't think. When it came to college, I knew that I could just put in some applications and wait for one of them to produce some results. Grad school isn't like that in that you have to choose the specific one that's right for you and go with it, with the hopes that you're what they're looking for. FIDM is truly the only place I want to go, and I hope and pray that they will look at the materials I've sent them in the light that it could be something that I want for myself. But I won't know anything about what's going on until they decide to call me and reach a decision which I expect could take a while. In the mean time, I've got to find this damn phone....

PMA (It's the Bi-Yearly Curse)

Okay so this is about the situation going on with Phi Mu Alpha. You remember? that music fraternity? that has burned me twice already? Well I just about forgot all about them when out of the blue I log onto Facebook (which I'm quickly getting over) and see this group called those interested in Phi Mu Alpha. So I click on the link and see this group for a bunch of guys interested in attending their interest session and I'm mildly amused, not thinking anymore about the subject. But as I check my inbox, I see that I have a message and clicking it lo and behold it was an invitation to join the group as well. (keep in mind, the group was an invitation only type of deal from the administrators) Well that brings me to the point of this blog? What is the deal with them? I'm sure they know, in fact I'm sure they're POSITIVE about the fact that I'm angry, and not even angry, that's the wrong word. I'm LIVID about what they pulled on me last year and the year before that. This is the third time I'd be coming out for them, and even though I don't want anymore to do with the group, I can't seem to break myself away from the association. I want this so bad. I want to be in something that I can feel associated with and more than just on a friendship level. I know many of the guys there, and I feel like I'm nothing more than some passerby at the window of what they have going on. I want to feel like part of what they have going on, simply because I know I could. But I haven't be given the chance to do anything about it, and it's annoying as shit because I don't know what else to do or say to change the situation. So I don't know. The meeting isn't until the 21st, which means I have less than a week to decide what I'm gonna do about this situation. I wish I could show this to you guys and get some kind of feedback about the situation because I'm truly torn in this decision. I want to do this because so many people telling me that I couldn't, I want to do it to prove to my parents that I can do this and for other people like Clayton who had to leave to get over the pain they caused. I want to do for it for Travis and his memory as a memoriam for the reason that he meant so much to me. At this point at my career at Pembroke, since I'm graduating in May, it wouldn't make any sense to be joining it to show off letters (even though that is a pretty big perk) but now it's for more than that. But...I don't know. I just don't know.