Sugar & Spice

You know how people say that there is no such thing as bad sex well *news flash*, there is bad sex and it could get worst.

Hum, where do I start???

Last night I went out with a guy whom I’ve been seeing/talking to for a little bit.  He invited me over to his place for dinner and a movie. I knew it was going to be dinner, movie and something else and I wanted it, I just never thought it was going to be that bad.  I left that fucking house disgusted.

We had dinner, then started watching a the documentary Sicko by Michal Moore.  In the middle of the movie he made a move and kissed me.  One thing led to another and “ta da” we were in the bedroom.  At this point I am half naked and he is only wearing underwear.

He started using his tongue and hands and it was a mayor fail.  How do I say this?? um, I never EVER thought the tongue could get hard enough to hurt.  There was a point where I actually said “ouch” and he kept on going.  I said “slow down”, even grabbed his hands to make him slow it down a little bit but nothing worked.

I gave him the fucking benefit of doubt, thinking that maybe he was nervous or something and kept on going.

Two minutes later -I wasn’t feeling hot yet- he put the condom on, rubbed his penis against my vagina a little bit, it was not even IN and he said something like “if I keep doing this I’m going to ejaculate” sentenced finished and he fucking came.

WHAT.THE.FUCK.

I wasn’t even horny yet.  Seriously.

I left that fucking apartment as soon as I could and most likely will never ever go back.  It was really the worst sex ever.  IF you can call that sex.

…oh and by the way,
he called later to apologize; but that’s another post.

…or is it just me??

Just asking…

A little something something of our Thanksgiving ala Puertorrican.

There was a LOT of food.

After the food coma we started singing Parrandas (Puertorrican version of Christmas Carols). My dad’s in the guitar, my uncle in the congas, my mom with the other instrument (I don’t know the name hehe) and me with the microphone.

Champagne and wine effects on full display.

Hope you all had a blast!
Los quiero,
Besos.

Last night I tried to bake a cheesecake with my sisters. I don’t know how to cook anything but my younger sis wanted to do it so we went for it. As you might assume it ended up in a non edible disaster. At least we tried. After that we watched movies, ate pop corn and drank wine (not my little sister). Not bad. I sure had to celebrate Rada’s A on the English Test.

Right now I can smell the turkey in the oven, there is arroz con gandules, pasteles, potato salad and my brother will bake a real cheese cake. It’s going to be a great day.

Gratitude. Appreciation. Giving thanks. No matter what words you use, it all means the same thing. Happy. We’re supposed to be happy. Grateful for friends and family; happy to just be alive… ♥♥♥

Love you all…
Besos.

My very smart neighbor/student who I’ve been tutoring for a week and a half got an A on an English Test he took on Monday. When I got here like 30 minute ago he came over with the test to show me. I’m so happy and proud of him, I knew he could do better. I feel like I got an A hehe…

For references about him read: Speechless (The Story)

I opened my eyes and turned my laptop on. Like every morning I check first the local newspaper. I’m a newspaper junkie. What do I find, first headline?? “Man Killed Woman in Front of Daughter”.

Quick story. The man was obsessed with the woman, they were not and never were a couple. She had a restriction order against him because of his constant harassment. He broke into his house Sunday night and stabbed her to death. The kid was not his.

Oh My God, poor kid. Wow…
So I keep on reading and what do i find??

This murderer had already been in jail three times for very similar reasons!!!!! In 1991 for killing another woman, in 1995 for domestic violence, and in 2001 for beating his girlfriend up and attempt to strangle her.

Now, could someone please explain to me as if I was 5 years old;
WHY THE FUCK WAS THIS MAN IN THE FREE COMMUNITY??? AH???

If you kill someone and go to jail in 1991, how come you get to go to jail again in 1995?? Aren’t you supposed to be in jail already for killing that other human being in the first place???

I stormed out of my room and went straight to my mom (she’s a lawyer) and asked her how come this guy was out of jail after committing all those crimes. She gave me a (blah blah blah) explanation that I barely understood about some bonifications you get in jail (yadda yadda) and technisisms. Plus, she doesn’t know the case which means no knowledge of what really happened in the trial or how he got the parole. I’m sorry I wish I could explain better but I don’t really understand that subject.

…and now all I can think about is that little girl who is suffering the consequences of the corrupted laws of this country.

**Edit**
Like Bed said on a comment below, it’s not the law that is corrupted but the people that interpret them. Just wanted to set the record straight.

I saw this yesterday on the car parked right in front of mine.

We had to…
My grandmother on my fathers side, who suffers from severe depression had a crisis last Saturday and has been in crisis the whole week so we decided to cancel our trip. I was very excited about it but my grandma is definitely way more important than a globe parade. Maybe, if my grandmother gets better we will go for Christmas/New Year. We’ll see.

ah, maybe it’s because I’m watching My Sister’s Keeper.
God, this movies has really made my cry.
Like non-stop.

I was away the whole week. I know. I kind of managed to log in late at night and read some posts. It was a long ass week. Classes are almost over which means that the professors will give out everything they never got to do on the past 4 months. I’ve been having one test after another, after another, after another. I’m exhausted. My brain cells are begging for a little break but we still have another 15 days to go. So, sorry brain cells, this is how I roll.

I did started tutoring my neighbor. He is smart, very smart. I was shocked by the quantity of homework this kid gets in third grade. My siblings and me all attended the same school he attends and I really don’t recall having so much homework to get done. Actually my little sister still attends that same school and she is always doing homework. Poor kids, they spend the whole day in school, then they need to get home and spend another couple of hours doing school work.

Anyways…
I gotta go. Medical books are waiting for me.

Love you all
Besos :-*