Sugar & Spice

The Medical Sciences Campus is having a huge Halloween party for their students. Last year it was great. I want to go, I know it will be super fun and all my classmates and friends are going to be there. I’m not so sure about it though. I’m scared like you have no idea.

Last night I was doing an inventory of all the costumes we have in our house. Counting my mom’s, both of my sisters and mines. There is a lot! Since I didn’t have the time or brains to get a costume this year (and there is not effing way that I will go to party city and spend my precious time there making a 10 hour line) I will probably be recycling one from the past years. I’m still not sure about which one. My sister has sexy cop and sexy arbitrator, my little sister (yes, her clothes fit me) has cute lady bug with leggings underneath, rag doll and pirate and my mom has Greek goddess, devil, witch and prisoner. In my closet I found sexy gladiator, sexy pirate, sexy rainbow doll and sexy Greek goddess.

What do you think?? Give me ideas…
I can’t really think much right now.

It was a little bit after mid night and my phone rang. Didn’t recognize number but I answered anyways. It was him, the stalker.

“Why you don’t answer my calls?” him
“Look we really shouldn’t be talking” me
“Why? Why you do this to me? hum? him
“I am not doing anything, you are doing this yourself! Just don’t call me please. Don’t make me change my number.” me
“WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS TO ME? TELL ME!!!! WHY???? AAAhhh!!!!” him
“Okay, I’m going to hang up now” me
“I SWEAR THAT IF YOU HANG UP THE PHONE I AM GOING TO FIND YOUR FAMILY AND KILL THEM, THEN I WILL SLICE THEM IN PIECES, PUT THEM IN A BAG AND LEAVE IT IN YOUR FRONT DOOR” him
“Please don’t say that” me

My heart stopped for about five seconds and I hung up immediately.

I spent the whole night crying, wishing that it was just a really bad nightmare and that it never happened. Next morning I couldn’t move or eat or even talk. I was in bed the whole day, looking at the ceiling. At 4:00 pm after picking up my little sister in school and dropping her off at the ballet studio my mother came home and found me in bed.

“What’s wrong? You feel sick?” her
“Yea, a little bit.” me

I just couldn’t hold it anymore and started crying.

My mom sat on my bed and hugged me for about 15 minutes before I could say a word. I told her what was going on and immediately she called my dad.

Now let me explain something to you guys, my mom and I don’t have the best relationship in the world. She has always been very busy with her job and we kind of grew apart from each other. We joke and talk about stuff and life but we have a strange relationship. So to me the fact that she actually cared was huge.

My dad was very upset and I’m sure he would have gone out and kill this guy himself but of course that’s not the way we do things. I was scared to my bones about the whole restriction order thing but they encouraged me to do it and thanks to them I’m feeling so much better.

I couldn’t ask for better parents.

Living in constant fear is the worst thing in the world.
I want to move to another country far away from here and change my name and just forget about this whole thing. I feel like crying…

I’m not really sure if you guys get any information of what happens in this little island where I live but something bad happened last week. On Friday at 12:25am 12 oil tanks of the Caribbean Petroleum Plant in Puerto Rico exploded.

I was home trying to to relax and fall asleep when all of the sudden I heard a huge ‘BOOM’ and then literally saw the sky turning red. Before I could move or even think, I heard everyone getting out of their rooms. My little sister was crying, my other sister was pissed off because she was trying to fall asleep, my dad turned the TV on to see if there was something in the local channels and my mom was trying to calm my little sister down. Me?? I was still trying to move. I mean, I’ve been so nervous lately that I seriously though it was the stalker trying to blow my house up or something.

All our neighbors were out trying to figure out where exactly was that place where the smoke and flames was coming from. Then my cellphone rang, it was my brother.

“Did you hear what happen?” - my bro
“Are you okay??” - me
“Yeah I’m right in front the bay, looking at the huge flames, the petroleum refinery exploded; Did you hear the explosion?” - him
“ah????” - me
“the refinery exploded’ - him
“hold up” - me

I passed the phone to my dad

“It’s S and he’s saying something about the refinery exploding, I don’t understand” - I said to my dad.

The refinery is right across the bay of Old San Juan and since he lives there, he had front row seats of what was going on.

Some say it was an accident and it just happened some other say it was planned. Thankfully no one died and today after three days and a couple of more tanks exploding, the fire was finally extinguished.

Here’s a little video so you can see what I’m talking about.

I’m feeling a bit better, which is a big thing because I seriously wanted to disappear a couple of days ago. My family has been super supportive in this and I cannot thank them enough. I really should have said something before. I just didn’t think it was serious enough.

I went to police station to get the restriction order.
I was scared like you have no idea and to top it off we ran into this police woman who was shouting all over the lobby what my mom and I were telling her. We went there looking for the captain who happens to be the husband of a cousin of my father. While they were looking for him this police woman who was in the reception asked what we were there for and my mom answered “she’s here to get a restriction order” and she went “A RESTRICTION ORDER?? AGAINST AN EX BOYFRIEND??!?!?!” “No, he was a friend who turned into crazy stalker psycho” “AHA, A FRIEND??? ARE YOU SURE HE WAS ONLY YOUR FRIEND??” I am not fucking kidding you, everyone in that lobby was looking at us. Exactly what I needed.

Hope you all have a great weekend. I will try my best to have a good one. I’m still trying to defeat this feeling of not wanting to leave my house. I’m working on it. Love you all. Besos.

Right now I’m feeling down and depressed. I get this every once in a while. Like everything around me is moving so fast and I can only move in slow motion. I don’t feel like eating or talking or breathing.

The stalker is getting very creepy and I will have to get a restriction order. He left me a voice message the other day saying a bunch of things, really scary. I’m so scared to leave my house. I missed class yesterday and right now I’m supposed to be in class. I just can’t get myself out of the house.

I just feel like crying.

Spanish Phrase
Me encabrona el frío!!!

English Translation
I fucking hate cold temperatures!!!

Class Dismissed

School’s strike is over and we have to get back. Boo…
I was not very happy about the forced break but I decided to make it a productive one. So, I went to the beach, shopping, over slept, took my grandma out a couple of times, partied at local clubs, bars, pubs and studied. All that in one week and a half.

So we have to get back today and I’m banging my head on the wall.

Yeah well, wish me a good one

Besos…

Amen to that!

http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20091015/ap_on_re_us/us_boy_in_balloon

Do you ever wish there was a website were you could put to shame a bunch of really bad/irresponsible parents??
Well, guess what?!?!?!?! It exists!!!!!!
It’s called Why the Fuck do you Have a Kid.

What will you find here??
Images of irresponsible, abusive or with very little capacity to raise a child parents accompanied with a sarcastic expression that very much express what this parents could have been thinking when they were doing this things. The blog has 19 pages and I confess that I saw them all and couldn’t help it. Some posts are funny but some others are horrifying and very very disturbing.

The reality of some kids now days is being exposed and (Why the Fuck do you Have a Kid) is clearly criticizing it.

Why the Fuck do you Have a Kid