Airport

Halfway on the car ride to JFK Airport Mel and I realized that the back windows had childlock on them. We felt trapped so we asked my dad to open the window. Then we didn't want the windows open because the wind was blowing in our faces so we asked my dad to close the windows. We reached the airport and missed our terminal entrance. Great. We went in a giant loop and upon reaching the terminal 8 entrance we all started screaming, "THERE IT IS. THERE IT IS. NO! TO YOUR RIGHT. YES. WHOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!"

We checked in. Gave hugs and kissed to Mel and Papa. Waved to them about 10,000 times once we were threw security, we always do that =] It took us about 15-20 minutes to reach our gates, no joke. I stopped by one of those stores to stock up on gum, food, and water for the flight. Then as we were approaching our gate we heard on the loud speaker. "Blah Blah Blah Ms. Soraya Navia, party of two, please report to the gate." To which I responded "MOM RUN!" We reached the gate and my mom asked the lady, "Is there time to use the bathroom?" The lady said "SURE go ahead you have 5 minutes." "Mom they just made us run here and we have 5 minutes geez. Half the people aren't even on the plane yet."

Our plane flight was awesomely awesome. The pilot came on the speaker system and told us how perfect a day it was to fly and that it was going to be a very smooth flight. YAY. It was a very smooth flight so of course I was super happy. The landing was awesome too. OUr flight was actually SO AMAZING. that we landed like 10 minutes earlier that planned.

We went to get our bags. My aunt wasn't yet there to pick us up there. So, MACHO Yaya picked up our bags. I was really amazed at my own strength. But I got the job done. Then Ximena picked us up and YAY WE'RE IN TEXAS!!!!!

The Trip Here

Okay so let me just mention that I'm here in Texas, but I'm going to rewind three days =]

Tuesday night was a bit exhausting. I don't think I have ever stayed up packing so late... ever. Towards the end of my packing I really lost all interest in the folding. Mel had given me some awesome presents including an awesome pair of pants ;) ...which I wore this morning. So instead of taking the presents out of the bag I just threw the bag in the suitcase, closed the bag and said, "I'm done." and plopped onto my bed. But of course, that wasn't the end of the night for me. I ran as fast as I could, more like flew down my stairs, into the living room, flew down another flight of stairs, and took my baby Leo out of his cage. Olga was on the computer and phone (she is an awesome multitasker =] ) so she didn't mind. I plopped him down on the bed and we cuddled. I explained to him where I was going and that I was going to miss him very very much. I gave him a super tight hug. Gave him a kiss. Stared at him for a bit and said "I love you Leo!" I know. I know. A little dramatic but that's me. I put him back in his cage. I then ran as fast as I could upstairs (I was racing against the clock so I could sleep for a little while) into my Mom's room.

"Okay mommy, goodnight"
"Goodnight? You still have to bring your suitcase downstairs"
"AHAHAHAHAHA. That's funny. No but seriously, goodnight"
"Yaya, go ask Melissa to help bring your suitcase downstairs"

I zombied my way up the stairs this time and Mel helped me bring the suitcase down.

"Okay goodnight again Mom!"
"Not yet. I need you to pack this for me"
"Mommmy I'm soooooo tired!!!! Seriously?"
"Yes."

Blah. Blah. Blah. Fast Forward. Fast Forward. Annnnddddd STOP!

Aright so I was so tired that I made myself hungry. I ate a yogurt and Mel and I had ice's. Or however you spell that. Once again I saw my LEO BEAR. I think he ate a spider... but hopefully it was just a peice of yarn...in the shape of a spider...yes. I gave Guita a big hug, and went to sleep. HOORAY.

I slept for only three hours, but that was enough for me. Now sleeping for so little time and then having to wake up is a little difficult but i have a theory. I've come to learn that if you don't want to get out of bed and know it's too early, don't think, just do. So Wednesday morning at 4:38 AM I jumped out of bed violently and very rough. But it worked because I had no thoughts about getting back into bed =] But ladies and gentlemen do not attempt this at home. The Yayster (me) has had many years of experience.

I said goodbye to my Helios. And he swam up to me. AWW I also explained to him where I was going. I told him to bark if anyone forgot to feed him. I know fish don't bark but you never know. I said "I LOVE YOU! Be home soon!"

We then left the house, after my Papa made sure we left the house on time, and enbarked on our journey...

Getting Ready!

Hey Hey. Haven’t blogged in forever, maybe I forgot how or just have been to busy. Anyways, here goes!

I cleaned my room, YAY! It took me about three days, no joke, but it looks like the room of a goddess. I mean it always was, it just looks more like it now ;] Strangely enough I actually had a lot of fun cleaning it. Maybe it’s because everyone had been literally begging me to clean it, so now I’m just so flipping happy that its clean. I’m going to keep it that way. I promise. This time around, High School is going to be different. I promise to be more efficient. I promise to go to bed early. I promise to stop procrastinating. And I promise to keep my room clean. Now let’s just see if I can keep these promises.

I have about 50,000 loads of laundry to do. Last night I stayed up pretty late making a list of what I’m bringing to Texas. I’m only bringing practical clothes. I need a bathing suit, obviously. I need a lot of tank tops and shorts, it’s about 100 something degrees there probably. Church/Summer dresses. Sandals. Sunglasses. Sneakers. I need clothes prepared to run through the streets of Dallas with Dash (my cousin’s overly hyper dog). I need exploring clothes, last year Roy and I enjoyed taking the bikes and exploring what seemed to be haunted houses. I need snow cone, biking clothes. Who says biking alongside a Texas Highway with a snow cone in hand can’t get messy? =] I need comfy, fort building clothes. Building forts has kind of been me and Roy's thing since we can remember. I need sports clothes. Having two 15 and 19 year old boy cousins can get pretty rough. I need clothes that can endure football, lacrosse, running around their property and possibly getting thrown into a pool, and basketball. But more importantly I need clothes that I’m going to be comfortable in. I need my I-pod, most definitely. My camera, obviously. My phone, um hello… I need my shampoo’s, my hair shtuff, sun tan lotion (lots of it). And whatever else that seems of importance for staying there for two weeks.

I’m going to finish packing today, hopefully. I’M GOING TO TEXAS! YAY!

Hair Dillema?

Yes. The title says it all. I’m having a hair dilemma.

Should I get it cut? Should I not get it cut? Every day, as spring pictures draw to a near, I battle with myself. What if I get it cut and it looks weird? Do you know how long it takes for long hair to grow back? But it’ll be easier. I won’t spend so much time on it. Will short hair look weird with wavy hair? I want a layered shag but no one seems to like it. Victoria Beckham haircut? Too difficult. Do I want it before my birthday. Or the day before spring pics. Or the day before my confirmation. Or the day before special persons day. Or the day before the Boys Like Girls concert? I DON’T KNOW. Or the day before my dance recital. Or should I have it after my dance recital so I can put it up.

So in conclusion I’m having a hair dilemma. For those of you who know me, Short or Long?

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Cold. I hate germs.

I’m freezing right now. It’s 75 degrees in the house. Does that make ANY sense?

“Soraya, put on a scarf, it’s freezing right now.”

“Are you serious? It’s like 10 trillion degrees outside”

“Wear your hat”

“I worked so hard on my hair!”

“Okay fine, when you get sick, don’t get upset”

That’s pretty much how my winter morning conversations go. I kind of gave up not listening to my mom when she tells me to bundle up. For the past 10 years of my life, since I have been able to speak, she has proved me wrong. And so here I sit with a cup of water, a Tylenol pill, a sweater, and a look of defeat. I am getting sick.

My body tends to pick the worst times to make me sick. Always. Whatever, I better get better in half an hour. I have places to go, civilization to see, and food to eat.

Onward germs, onward we march.

Another Monday

well then. first off let me just say...monday's are awful. and yes i purposefully did not capitalize 'monday'.

The morning began with me awakening to an awkward position with my head not even CLOSE to the pillow and my sheets, who knows where. So i stood up quickly (a little too quickly for my liking), i stumbled quite a few times and prayed, "God, PLEASE let this be a good monday. for once in my life let it be a good monday." Did he listen? nope.

I turned to tv on, afraid of the scary white noise i began to hear. 'The Soup' always brightens up my mornings, but sadly it was a rerun. Walking to my closet i began mummbling angry things to myself saying how upset i would be if i didn't find my uniform shirt. I get angry over these things, my mornings need to be punctual and presice or it throw my ENTIRE day off. Before I ran down the stairs I took one long, hard, good look at myself just to make sure i didn't look crazy. Didn't look crazy, heck far from it.
I bolted down the stairs, perhaps in search of a delicious honey bunches of oats cereal, only to find that we only had the ones with almonds in them. Leo was more than delighted to try a peice with me, though. We tolerated it.

I fed Helios and played with Leo. The pets had been taken care of. I took my vitamins, a session that surprisingly didn't end up with me spitting them back out into the garbage, unable to swallow. I took my allergy medicine. That always helps with the snuffles, whatever snuffles are. Watching the clock angrily, I ran into the bathroom and brushed my teeth. The light was too bright so i turned it off. Creepy i know, to be brushing your teeth in the dark. But its monday. So leave me alone.

Getting distracted I began conversing with Olga about our daily schedules. All of a sudden i hear a weird squeaking sound. crap. the bus is here. Never knewing i had the ability to run so fast, yell so loud, or get ready so quickly i was rushed off with a slight hug and a splashing of holy water. Walking onto the bus, I couldn't help but quietly, and awkwardly laugh to myself. Sure i got some annoyed stares but who cares? Its monday. Our school stairs are torture when you have 10 trillion books to carry. But both my BFF India and myself conquered the stairs, ending with slight breathing problems.

I walked into homeroom and was loudly and annoyingly greeted by my fellow homeroomians. And thus my monday had begun. I thought to myself ' Maybe if i sit quietly and pretend not to be here they'll leave me alone' My plan had backfired. If i have the SLIGHTEST look of grim to my face, surely, and positively, 10,000 of my people come up to me and say 'OMG whats wrong yaya!????' In the most exhausted voice i could conjer up I responded 'Oh nothing im just tired' That kept them away...for like 5 minutes anyways. My friend had walked in with an interesting haircut and i of course said nothing about it. Immideatly behind me the loud shreiking noises of girls SCREAMING 'EWW' came forth. Usually on monday's i don't give a crap about who gets pesterred or whatever, but today was different. Tempted to curse them out i gave all of them an evil glare and told them to shut-up. They did, well sort of.

S.S. class was 45 minutes i will never get back of my life. I spent most of it writing down key-terms that i guarantee i won't remember in 10 years. I argued with my teacher as to why i copied down all the notes of my group on one single sheet of paper. Innocently wanting to chew the paper up i said 'No its all of our groups combined', defeated she turned around.

Music class was fun. It always is. Singing harmony to my favorite songs in front of everyone is quite riveting. I got candy for being good. Math was interesting. I had a very off day in math. Thats what i call it. I was on the wrong number for a good half of the class. I transitioned the plot points in the wrong direction. I EVEN responded to my teacher with 'the answer is 2 R' both of which i meant to say none of because it wasn't even a choice. Science was a downer. I stood up for a, hmm lets say 12,000 years reading Dr. Suess 'The Lorax'. We then learned we have a huge project due on it in 2 weeks. joy.

Lunch was a COMPLETE disaster. A group of us eat in a classroom on mondays, sort of a group thing we do. I raised my hand asking my teacher if i could sit next to my BFF. As if a sign from God, my water bottle mysteriously fell over, exploded, and the cap fell apart. Delaying the group meeting for 5 minutes wasn't a big deal, but not having a normal water bottle, was. I also couldnt stop laughing which made matters worse. The more i held the laughing in, the louder and more obnoxious it was when it came out. I often have those moments. Recess was a blur. I voluntarily decided to work on my AOI project in the computer room. I checked my daily yahoo news. checked the weather. checked my horoscope. looked for any traffic jams (as if i was going anywhere), and messed around with all of the 'powerpoint' options. all of which i wasn't supposed to be doing.

Computer class was incredibly boring. Religion class was, hehe, strange. And ELA class was a complete blur as well, copying down notes and reading boring poems, all of which i really dont like doing. As i was packing up to go home i glanced over at my little pad to see what hw i had. 'Geez' i whispered to myself.

On the busride home I was glad to be isolated from the world, i was tired and in desperate need of home. Everyone on the bus was so loud and so ugh, noisy. In my mind i kept saying 'the first person who dare ask me whats wrong is gonna wished they hadn't asked' Sure enough after i finished saying that somebody SCREAMS 'HI' into my ear. like i said, i'm sure they wished they hadn't.

I saw my papa and gave him a big hug, that made the long day feel better. As i dropped my stuff on the kitchen floor and walked into the living room, Leo FLIPPED OUT when he saw me. he couldn't contain his happiness so he just started standing on his back two legs. I thought it was cool so i kept screaming 'OMG BABY I MISSED YOU. I KNOW I KNOW BUT IM HOME NOW. I LOVE YOU SO MUCH!!!!' I took my belonging and slowly climbed the stairs to my room. 'Ahh we meet again' i thought and sat on my computer chair. Forgetting tht i was hungry i leaped down the stairs, into the kitchen, grabbed pretzel goldfish bag, snatched a juicy juice, and leaped yet again up the stairs. Wanting to finish all of my hw before dance i mindlessly turned on the tv and forgot. I then went for a walk with Gui and Leo. Those 'walks'{more like runs} are always interesting.

Wanting to get dinner over with so i could have more sleep time, i popped a pizza in oven. That was probably the most unpleasant and stressful dinners in my entire life. Leo found gum in my purse and decided to chew it. Olga was on the phone. My mom was out. My grandma and dad were eating. I nearly lost it, but i contained my composure and held it in. So to make a long story short, i went to dance, danced along, now im all sore, but its aiight.

now it's almost 11 oclock, i just spent like 20 minutes writing this blog. i still have hw. i'm falling asleep. i have gotten nothing done in the past hours.

And so there goes ANOTHER MONDAY.

I'm Back

Geez. The last time I blogged was, what, years ago?

A lot has happened since my last blog. A LOT.

As for school things are going interesting. I need to work on my time managing skills so that I don’t end up in bed at 2:00 in the morning, listening to old-school ‘Music Man’ music, a bucket of chocolate chip cookie-dough- ice cream, a biology book on evolution, 10,000 pages of paper, 2 pens and a broken pencil, literature poems with scribbled notes – filled in hearts and doodled smiley faces-, an obnoxiously intense episode of LOST playing, wet hair that’s attempting to dry normally, an I-pod, and singing my heart out, procrastinating for both tests I had been trying to study for. But it’s all cool I got awesome grades on both of them. On the Evolution one I got a 97, and Literature? God knows, I find out Monday.

Dance is probably one of the most painfully fun and tiring leisure time activities for me. Ballet and Jazz class for 2 and a half hours on Monday is always fun. And dance/jazz in school is even more interesting. My ballet teacher, Mary Ellen, always puts ironic twists to her ballet recitals. We’re dancing to ‘Apologize’ By One Republic and Timbaland. Hey at least we’re not dancing in frilly too-too’s. My jazz teacher, Kimmy, is in her early twenties and comes in every Monday with a new story to tell and a new hairstyle. For jazz I’m the youngest one there, the other 4 girls are all sophomores in high school. They’re nice though, we get along. Oh and for jazz we’re dancing to ‘American Woman’ By Lenny Kravitz. Strangely enough our dance recitals [for the eighth graders in school] are often very, hmmm, what’s the word…provocative. We’re dancing to ‘Proud Mary’ By Tina Turner. At times I feel like she insinuated that she was having seizures…that woman could shimmy. Our dance starts out with us on chairs. And ends with us shimmying even more. I won’t give all of it away, because I want everyone to come, to come but you get the picture.

It is almost time for my graduation day, that glorious graduation day when I move onto high school. 104 more days left. We are all eagerly counting the days away. Not because we hate our school, we love it. I just, personally, need something new. I’ve been there for 9 years and it’s all becoming too routine. The same teachers. The same gossip. The same good looking janitors. And the same people overall. Sure we’ll cry when we’re leaving but we know each other too well. We know how to push each others buttons, how to make someone smile, their life stories, their grades, who they like and where they’ll probably be headed when they get older. Half of our eighth grade has been threatened with summer school, because they’re failing. My school would never fail them, what kind of reputation would it have?

But then again my school has determined my career for me. Every Thursday for 45 minutes we have what we call ‘Advisory’. Think of it as a Kumbaya Circle but 10 times cooler. Every student has a choice of their 3 top teachers that they like best. When everything is calculated, we get assigned. My group is personally the best; we have the best eighth graders. What we do, is discuss stuff that we want to talk about and do fun activities. But anyways here’s what happened: One of the activities was determining what kind of person we are. We took a fun little survey and it turns out I like creating things and being creative. So then we began talking about our future jobs. I spoke about how I wanted to defiantly be a photographer, a writer, dancer, actress, graphic designer, or perhaps all of the above. Then my favorite teacher called it to my attention.

I should be a photojournalist. Brilliant. Absolutely Brilliant.

Song lyrics of the Day

I can fake it with the best of anyone
I can fake it with the best of ‘em all
I can fake it with the best of anyone
I can fake it all

-'fake it' - Seether