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hola.

Wow it’s been awhile. Hi world. Hello internets. I’m a little nervous. I don’t know why I stopped using this blog. I love to write. I suppose I got too busy. I do not know. But I miss it. I write myself emails all the time. So i thought, hum, why don’t i update my blog instead of writing myself emails. Hello! i am sure others in the world would love to be enlightned by my insight and creativity….pfft.

Music Mondays- i think i will start this up again.

Freaking Awesome Fridays- just kidding. I just love Fridays.

What is new in the life of me?
welps, I’m going to grad school in July of 2009. I will be living in Europe for a year.
i have an awesome job in television. I am a “producer” and it’s fun.
I am obsessed with The Bird and The Bee’s cover of the Beegee’s ” How sweet is your love.”
I am obsessed with Bob Dylan. This obsession replaced my Joaquin Phoenix obsession. My sisters say that i use any excuse to talk about Dylan. For instance, ” oh i love your new jacket” Me: Dylan used to wear this military jacket and because of it it became in style. did you know that huh huh huh?!?” not true. I do not do this. ( okay maybe).
I am happy.
:o)

hehehe woo hoo hoo.

oh also, i’ve discovered i’m obessed with notebooks! I was cleaning out my bookshelf and found a gazillion agendas/notebooks/sketchbooks.
Also, i like cute things. If i see a cute anything, i will most likely purchase it.
My co-workers have noticed this. Even my water bottle and lunch box are cute. even my utensils are cute. They tell me i am the cute-conisseur. Hey, they said it not me. I’ll take it.

oh and i have become with card that play music when you open them. I know, so cheesy. But i think it’s hilarious. I always chose really bad music on purpose. and i’m the only one that find it amusing.
that’s quiet selfish of me. to give a gift for my own pleasure.

oh another major new thing since i last wrote in this blog…i am an aunt. to the most beautiful baby i have seen in my life. and i know what you’re thinking, that i’m being biased. But I am a journalist! I am not allowed to be biased. Who are we kidding. Yes, perhaps i’m not being objective but strangers have even stopped us to tell us that Matthew is the cutest baby in the world. But then again, who goes up to strangers to tell them their baby is ugly?
whatever. He is the cutest.

Yeah it’s past midnight and most likely tomorrow morning when I read this, I will decide to shutdown my blog again.

I just realized this blog entry should have been titled: things that I’m obsessed with.
How did i go into a whole disparate about what i like and am currently obessed with??
I call that a classic case of writer’s block. aka: rambleation.

before i go, please, do yourself a favor and listen to this song.

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On being single…

!@#$%$#@!@!!!
Okay, I just have to say it.
I HATE DATING.
I think I am horrible at it. Maybe because I don’t do it often so I don’t get enough practice. I hate being set up by anyone, whether it be a good friend, co-worker, my parents, my neighbor or the internet. I want to so badly meet a guy at a supermarket; picture this: we both reach for the last fuji apple and he says ” oh, you can take it, aren’t they the best though?” and I’ll say, ” yes they are” and we live happily ever after. Of course, he would have been a non-athiest, have a degree, know or trying to learn another language besides English, is well-traveled, and at least taller than me ( i’m short as heck, so it’s not that hard). Seriously though, ideally I would want to be friends with someone and then fall-in like and eventually in-love. I do not like rushing into things at all, and i have noticed that the older I get, the more desperate guys seem to get about “labeling” something. Asking things such as: ” so what are we?” I guess they have a million options, since the ratio of girls to  guys in Miami is like 456:1, so if I do not make it clear that I like them A LOT from the get-go, they think : OK, NEXT”.  >;O
Excuuuuuse me Mister P-i-m-p. I like to take my time and get to know someone…what is wrong with that.
Also, I will NEVER make the first move. I have missed out on probably 30 possible marriages because I am so shy when it comes to things of that nature. I will never ever ever show a guy I like him. Yes, i know that is very middle-school of me, but I cannot help it. Because of this, I have been told I come off mean, rude, or unapproachable. Awesome, just what a single twenty-something girl needs. Why don’t I just go adopt 20 cats from the local animal shelter, pick up knitting, and switch to catholocism right. now.
oh that’s right, because i love men. Yes, I do. Unlike my female counterparts, I am not a male basher. I think they are adorable, in their manly ways. and i don’t even hold it against them that they are so ignorant when it comes to reading girls. Yes, it is annoying at times ( very annoying) but kinda cute.

It doesn’t help that I am picky as hell. bad example– I don’t think hell is picky.

Where was I? oh yeah, me being picky.
yes, this i am. and not really picky in the physical aspect. I know i know, that’s what they ALL say. Don’t get me wrong, I do need to be attracted to someone, but seriously, judging from my past relationships and crushes, I never fell for the “hot” guy. I always fell for the funny guy, the creative/artsy guy, the sarcastic/witty guy, the geeky/intellectual guy, never the hot one.
Now, I would like it if my guy was tall, but not because I am only attracted to tall guys, but because i think about my future children.

With the Olympics just ending, I noticed that to be successful in almost any sport you have to be tall. I’m not talking 6’0-6’1 tall, i’m talking freaking 6’4 and above tall. Unless you want to play soccer or be a gymnast. and being that I am barely 5’3, I would need a a guy whose genes hopefully are dominant and our kid at least comes out average height. also, I have a butt and hips and it would be cool if this “future man in my life” doesn’t have too much behind. But you know what? those are things i say now, but I know when I meet “the one” I like, none of this superficial crap will matter. All the guys I have dated for longer than 5 months fit my “ideal guy” profile…so that shows you how in the end what matters is your personality, as in HAVING ONE.

BLEGH. I am so very annoyed right now.

Thankfully, I start grad school soon, and I will be moving to Europe. Maybe European men know how to date or express feelings or at least be PATIENT. but who am i kidding, unless he is Italian, he won’t know the least bit about being romantic. and if i can’t find a true , good morale man in USA, I doubt i’ll find the one in EUROPE –of all places.

!@#$#@!!@#$##@!!!

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sonsa.

a veces yo pienso que
no es para escoger
todo lo puedes ver
y pienso que es otra

y aunque me siento feliz
las aves me hacen sentir
que la luz no viene del sol
y la luna lo dice mejor

a veces tu sabes que yo
no pienso en nada mas que en ti
y casi me chapas decir
que te amo tal como así

y a veces te quiero gritar
por hacerme mentir y bailar
por mirarme con ojos llenos de mentira
y caer en tu trampa de ira.

Katherine Johnson © 2004

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i accept

dear darling, precious
individual creature created by perfection
complaints wails and lamentations.

You, there
waiting
carefully pulling on my heartstrings
mending
forgiving past short-comings.
Your grunts and murmurs transforming to
vapor.

i am a daughter no longer
wanting neutrality
but seeking
boldness and progress
no longer
being evasive
but experiencing
grace
and it will suffice.

Katherine Johnson © 2006

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Al fin, I see

what did i do to deserve the opportunity to
breathe to
skip to
laugh or to
love or to
cry or to
create?
I absorb everything that revolves around me.

i am here now and i exist

my fingers pressing keys
thinking pondering observing

at times the routine of each sunrise and sunset seems monotonous and thus i reflect
weariness
i grow displeased
vexed
i complain how the earth and all of its quirks are becoming
cumbersome
i , Machiavelli
try on my own to decipher
and without the omniscient sovereign guidance from above
I am but
a fallen empire, a
broken guitar string

i am here now and i exist

my fingers pressing keys
thinking pondering observing

I am mediocre at best, I am
decayed
the mundane and all of its malignancy taints me
the false truths
the rust
surround me
all of poor quality
detrimental and
especially sinister

i am here now and i exist
my fingers pressing keys
thinking pondering observing

allurement and seduction losing their grasp
disengaging
and i float with the breeze.

i am here now.

Katherine Johnson © 2006

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i’ve been in a music video.
Yup, it’s true. I won’t reveal the name of the band, or song, but i will tell you my role. In one scene, i’m sitting in a booth “pretend flirting” with a guy, who in real life was a good friend of mine. and then in another scene i am next to the stage standing with my arms crossed. I am not proud of this. It is just something that now sounds totally uncharacteristic of me and quiet bizarre. but at the time, it was fun and i have no regrets.

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