is when you two can act like lovers and best friends. It’s when you have more playful moments than serious moments. It’s when you can joke around, let each other have piggy backs, have unexpected hugs and random kisses. It’s when you two give each other that specific stare and just smile. It’s…
I’m gonna tell you something about my best friend. To me she was always perfect, nobody could ever measure up to her, if you told me your best friend was better than mine..I would battle you to the death just to prove my point. Come the winter quarter of college though, things changed. We moved in together in September and currently share a dorm. Not to throw my shit out there or anything, but we had an argument to the point where I was crying, just because I’m a cry baby who can’t take shit sometimes, lol no big!, but anyways, it was bad. I keep trying to pin point the one thing that went wrong, but I honestly, have no idea what it is..I guess shit just happens until you explode and can’t take it anymore. It was bad to the point where I didn’t want to see her, and I hated sharing a room with her. Then after a certain night, we kinda made up..but it was still tense as hell. Nowadays, she gets on my nerves sometimes, but I won’t say anything, I’m not that kinda person, during those times, she’s just my friend. Other times, I’m just so mad, that I don’t even wanna talk to her..she becomes my greatest enemy. Sometimes, I’ll look at her and find my confidante, the person I admire, my best friend. But, through this, I learned an important lesson. She is flawed in so many ways..some of those ways are flawed beyond repair! But through her flaws is that she’s perfect. If she were any different, then she wouldn’t be herself, she wouldn’t be the best friend I thought I had. I learned that “best friend” isn’t a fairytale term, but rather it’s the label you put on the person who gets under your skin a great deal of the time, who yells at you for being stupid, sometimes fails you, is the complete opposite of you, who criticizes you, brings you down, gets you mad, tells you the truth as it is, and is your absolute worst enemy; but above all, the one who’s always there for you to fall back on, takes your shit when nobody else will, pushes you to be your best, gossips with you, goes shopping with you..for hours on end, goes out to lunch with you, laughs with you, jokes with you, goes to the gym with you..only to get fat the next day, forgives you but doesn’t forget, overall..she’s the person who loves you for you. So, best friend, here’s a toast for us, and our friendship!
missing my boyfriend, all alone in my dorm room, reading stories about long distance relationships, and listening to La Arrolladora Banda el Limon..God I can’t wait to be home in Victorville tonight :)
(eve) was great for me. I got to see my boyfriend, even if it was only for an hour and a half because my parents are that ridiculous, it was still golden time for me. I loved every second of it, and the feeling of having a valentine for pretty much the first time ever, was the best! The entire time we could not stop smiling, I hope I’m not putting words into his mouth, but from what I could see, we were both pretty excited! And he got me what I’ve been wanting..a panda pillow pet, that I named Kenny, that smells delicious! So although I won’t get to see him today because he works and just can’t make it down here tonight, my Valentine’s day (eve) was the best! And since I know you’re going to read this, Jason Ibarra, this year is the first of many, I love you baby, now and always! <3
But well, on another note, Vday is translated into, “El dia del amor y la amistad” in Mexico. So basically, you’re not just celebrating love, but you also celebrate friendship. I like that concept better, and how I wish that it could be done like that in USA too. I’m not gonna complain, I mean I got love too, so I have that much to celebrate and be happy and thankful for today, but what about the friends that have been there for me? Can I celebrate them too? In my head I am..so here’s a toast to you guys..the ones who have been there and are there for me to listen to me ramble, and who accept me for who I am. Happy Día del amor y la amistad..i love you guys!
I seriously do. I wake up everyday feeing like there’s a big part of me missing. Like I can’t look forward to my day. Funny thing is that I used to love going to school here, I loved the people. Now I just feel so alone. I want to talk to my sister, but she’s far away, I want a hug from my mom, but she’s not here either, and as for my best friend..what best friend? The only person who stands by me right now is my boyfriend. Thank God for him. Last night I almost lost it, and the funny thing is that it was for no reason. I was just sitting there, staring at the wall, and I just began to feel really depressed. I’m so fucking tired of this. I’m not the kind of person to take action; I don’t know what to do anymore. The worst part is that this is taking a toll on my education. I stayed up doing an essay until 3 a.m. last night, and had to wake up early today to finish it. I’m not like that, especially with essays. I can get those babies done so easily and last night, I just couldn’t write. That can’t happen, especially if I want to transfer out of here and go to Loyola, or UCLA, no matter how expensive it is..I’m gonna get there. I need one of Mrs. Norris’s hugs right about now..and I need the strength from God to help me get my spirits up.
You two are my world. You are the sole human beings who loved me before anybody else did, you guys have been there for me since day one. For you, I would do anything. Since I was a kid, you were my role models. I wanted to hop on a trash truck, like you dad, and make a living doing that. And then I carried around dolls and pretended to clean, cook, and bring forth a successful household, just like you mom. I always tried my hardest to make you guys proud without having nothing in reward, your guys’s smile was more than enough. And then I grew up. Of course I still care for you guys and I know you guys care for me, a bit too much I must agree. What is the necessity of not trusting me and letting me live my life? I mean, if I want to become a drunk, that is none of your business anymore, or if I want to have sex, it’s my decision. Lucky for you, however, you guys raised me better than that. I am 19 years old and I am not addicted to anything nor am I promiscuous. I think I deserve a little bit of respect for that. As if graduating with a good GPA with a bunch of honors, working since I was 17, and doing super good in my first quarter at a UC wasn’t enough, I don’t know what is. But well, I am no saint either. I do things that you guys would never approve of. If you ever found out, you guys would be disappointed in me, I know you would. I dread that day, but yet I can still sleep at night because I know I’m not a bad kid. Trust me when I say this, before I ever do anything, whatever it is, your face always comes in my head. Even when I choose to buy a chicken burger over a loaded order of french fries, I think of you guys. You will always be in my head, in my heart. What you taught me will never be thrown away and taken for granted. I love you guys too much, and just as I’m proud to be your daughter, I hope to make you guys the proudest parents in the world!
“To be brave is to love someone unconditionally, without expecting anything in return. To just give. That takes courage, because we don’t want to fall on our faces or leave ourselves open to hurt.”—Madonna
Hmmm..nicknames? I have a few. First thing is first, Lupita. If anyone here is latino, they would understand. Bu well, my full name is Maria Guadalupe, Maria after my paternal gramma and Guadalupe after my maternal gramma. It just so happens that, traditionally, if your name is Guadalupe, then your nickname is Lupita..it’s like your birth rite practically. But well there’s that one.. And then of course there is Pita..basically just short for Lupita. Then there’s Lupeter, or just Peter. That one I got my sophomore year, I believe. My crazy and yet so lovable friend, Melissa, had this crazy phase where she started calling me Lupeter, and then it just stuck from there.
And then comes the person I see myself marrying and sharing my life with. That one is easy. It would have to be none other than my boyfriend, Jason. Honestly, who else? For starters, that guy has patience with me like no other. Even when I tell him all my drama and just spill all my crap onto him, he doesn’t budge and never fails to support me. We haven’t even been together very long, but it seems like we have. We’re two halves that were lost until we found each other. He completes me, and without him, I would be so miserable. My days aren’t complete when I don’t see him, but on the days I do..I’m reassured that he’s the love of my life and indeed the person I want to grow old with, and I can’t wait!
The ones that graduate with honors from High School and go on to College with credible majors.. The ones that can cook decent meals.. The ones willing to jump over backwards and please their significant others… The ones with no so perfect…