It’s the week before finals,
which means: a lot to do in not a lot of time.
Yet, I get a text from my best friend who has been in Kuwait for a year, “America, AMERICA!!!!!!!!”
I can’t tell you how excited I am!!!!!!! Ahhhh!!! We will get 48 hours notice when we can go see her after all of her debreifing.
What a great day!!!!!
And yes, that is a condom 
This has been an announcement from a procrastinating college student.
That awkward moment in high school when you realized, "FUCK, I am short!!" Or people are just giants? 
At least I'm a bit taller than a mini car! Ha!!
The one who sleeps in the next room.
I wonder what she thinks at night?
Sometimes life can throw you curve balls, and other times, sugar.
Does she tell herself that everything is going to be all right?
She is my sugar, though there is no melting in this life.
Ayer fui al extranjero social.
Conocí a gente maravillosa y no puedo esperar para viajar con ellos!
Hasta el momento, además de quedarse en Granada, esperamos ir a Madrid, Valencia, Dublín, y más lugares!
Tan emocionada!!
Yo tengo un amiga de viaje!
Todavía estoy esperando para comprar un billete de avión, pero debo esperar. Es difícil creer que el tiempo está casi aquí!
Eeeek!
(Google)
(Google)
(Google)
(Google)
You want a physicist to speak at your funeral. You want the physicist to talk to your grieving family about the conservation of energy, so they will understand that your energy has not died. You want the physicist to remind your sobbing mother about the first law of thermodynamics; that no energy gets created in the universe, and none is destroyed. You want your mother to know that all your energy, every vibration, every Btu of heat, every wave of every particle that was her beloved child remains with her in this world. You want the physicist to tell your weeping father that amid energies of the cosmos, you gave as good as you got.
And at one point you’d hope that the physicist would step down from the pulpit and walk to your brokenhearted spouse there in the pew and tell him that all the photons that ever bounced off your face, all the particles whose paths were interrupted by your smile, by the touch of your hair, hundreds of trillions of particles, have raced off like children, their ways forever changed by you. And as your widow rocks in the arms of a loving family, may the physicist let her know that all the photons that bounced from you were gathered in the particle detectors that are her eyes, that those photons created within her constellations of electromagnetically charged neurons whose energy will go on forever.
And the physicist will remind the congregation of how much of all our energy is given off as heat. There may be a few fanning themselves with their programs as he says it. And he will tell them that the warmth that flowed through you in life is still here, still part of all that we are, even as we who mourn continue the heat of our own lives.
And you’ll want the physicist to explain to those who loved you that they need not have faith; indeed, they should not have faith. Let them know that they can measure, that scientists have measured precisely the conservation of energy and found it accurate, verifiable and consistent across space and time. You can hope your family will examine the evidence and satisfy themselves that the science is sound and that they’ll be comforted to know your energy’s still around. According to the law of the conservation of energy, not a bit of you is gone; you’re just less orderly. Amen.
—
Aaron Freeman “You Want A Physicist To Speak at your Funeral”
It's a wonderful day!
Another start of the week has come (if you count Sunday as the start of the week 
) and for me, it’s going to be a busy one!
Woke up at 7:30, I couldn’t sleep any more.
So, I decided to get up, open my shade, stare outside and think of 10 things I was grateful for.
Yes, yes, I did write them down.
I even think I will start doing this everyday. Write 10 things I am grateful for, no matter how insignificant or giagantic they might be, they have meaning!
I challenge all of you (if you aren’t already doing this) to write down every day 1o things you are grateful for, as well as, take 20 minutes to just do something for yourself in that time you are writing down what you are grateful for (it can be a couple of words or a couple of sentences for each, don’t limit yourself).
Trust me, it’s well worth it!
Here’s my list for today (in no particular order):
Music
My family
Friends
Play grounds
People who believe in me
My dreams
Nail polish
Tea
Pens
Postage Stamps
I was at the house with some of my friends
when a light flashed over our heads.
It was the multi colored illumination that we are only together for as long as we need to be.
I realized that we may have the times of our lives now
but when we get what we need from each other we drift apart.
But, while trying not to float away I listen to the tunes and just scream.
Seeing the lights of all the phones light up one space so large
it’s the most amazing sight to see.
Dancing like no ones watching and not caring if they do see us
because we are our stars.
We walk along the sidewalk like people know us.
We take each other to a place that we can only see for one night and make the most of it,
because if you don’t it could be gone in a flash.
That’s life.
A light bulb
and when it goes out you only hope you made the most of your life.
But, while you’re shining you don’t care and live like you’re your own star.
Friends are attachments of yourself to make you grow, yet,
right now I don’t care I just wanna scream at the top of my lungs
and live every moment with them.
I should go home
but now I officially don’t care,
I just wanna be me.
The lights are still going and the music’s dying.
Laying on the floor staring into oblivion.
One more moment has come and gone.
Oh well,
my friends are still on the floor with me.
That’s all that matters.
Those who satisfy me the most
are those who simply allow me to live with
my idea of them.
