fuck

I must be the person with the worst luck in the world.  I guess it wasn't enough that my life is pretty much going nowhere.  Everything was going so shitty enough as it was and then someone broke the window to my car and stole my purse from the trunk.

I must be really, really stupid to have put the purse in my trunk and think that no one was gonna try to steal it.  I was at the YMCA after all.  Who would dare steal from the Young Man's Christian Association?  Whoever did it broke the driver's side window to my car and to add insult to injury it was raining so my seat got wet.  That's just my luck: when it rains it pours.  Boy do it pours...

Earlier that day I had picked up four Six Flags tickets for a friend worth $98 and they took those too.  She says she doesn't want me to repay the money but I still feel responsible for it.  The tickets were my responsibility after all. 

I don't know why I bothered filing a report with the police.  I asked them if there was any chance that I would get my stuff back and the police officer told me that my purse was already sold on the streets.  In other words, zero.  They couldn't even take fingerprints off of my car because it was raining so they got washed away.  Either that, or they just didn't wanna bother.  They probably had some "real criminals" to catch.  It never rains in July here in Texas.  Except when I need it not to.

There were also no witnesses.  There were about 100 people outside playing football and NO ONE saw anything.  NO ONE.

After I filed the report, I began to remove the one million shattered pieces of glass from my wet seat.  Now I had to drive all the way back from Dallas in the rain with no window sitting on tiny pieces of glass.   

The thiefs didn't waste any time soon after they stole my beautiful Dooney & Burke purse they used my sister's check card to fill up their tank somewher in Irving.  She had bought me food earlier in the week and left it in my wallet. How do people turn out like this?  What kind of parents raise this kind of people?

The employee at the YMCA told me that in the seven months he had been working there nothing like that had ever happened.  Like that was gonna make me feel better. 

Now I have to get my window fixed.  I've had full cover insurance pretty much since I started driving.  My dad made me get it.  This year however, since I am not really making much money, I decided to switch to Liability Insurance.  Liability only pays if I were to hit someone.  It doesn't cover people breaking into my car or my car getting stolen.  Of course they had to break my window now.... why would they do it when I had the other insurance.  My  luck is seriously shot. 

I just wanna get my license back.  Keep everything else you fuckin' thief just give me my license back.  

fuck fuck fuck FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK

FUCK.

25 Random Facts About Me That May or May Not Be True

Because Facebook made me do it.

1. I love the Dallas Cowboys (but you knew that) :D.

2. I hate talking on the phone, I prefer texting.

3. My sisters think I have terrible taste in music.

4. I've been called "heartless" more than once.

5. I don't like leaving things unfinished. If I start anything, I MUST finish it.

6. Whenever people first meet me they think I'm suck-up.

7. I like cats better than dogs.

8. I HATE bananas and oatmeal.

9. I LOVE junk food.

10. I think California is overrated.

11. When I get angry, I don't like talking to anyone. And it bothers me a whole lot when people insist on asking me what's wrong.

12. I'm not afraid of death or dying. My biggest fear is losing my teeth.

13. I'm a pessimist/realist but I pretend to be an optimist.

14. I always have a mental "Plan B".

15. My memory is really bad and I lose/forget my keys, cell phone, check card, purse, etc., ALL the time.

16. When I first wake up, I don't like to talk. I need at least two hours before I begin talking.

17. I ask "You wanna bet?" entirely too much.

18. When I run on the indoor track I'm secretly competing with the other people running.

19. I've always thought that I'd make a great Spanish soap opera actress.

20. I love receiving greeting cards/letters. If you've ever given me one, I still have it.

21. I wish I were creative.

22. It's my dream to have a hot pink, sporty motorcycle.

23. If I want to be productive, I have to have music on.

24. I think cooking is boring.

25. My hands are always cold.

Now you know me better.

Xochitl "You Wanna Bet" Alvarez

I hate it here...

...the "waiting place"...

Oh, the Places You’ll Go!

Congratulations!
Today is your day.
You’re off to Great Places!
You’re off and away!
You have brains in your head.
You have feet in your shoes
You can steer yourself
any direction you choose.
You’re on your own.  And you know what you know.
And YOU are the guy who’ll decide where to go.
You’ll look up and down streets. Look ‘em over with care.
About some you will say, “I don’t choose to go there.”
With your head full of brains and your shoes full of feet,
you’re too smart to go down any not-so-good street.
And you may not find any
you’ll want to go down.
In that case, of course,
you’ll head straight out of town.
It’s opener there
in the wide open air.
Out there things can happen
and frequently do
to people as brainy
and footsy as you.
And when things start to happen,
don’t worry.  Don’t stew.
Just go right along.
You’ll  start happening too.
OH!
THE PLACES YOU’LL GO!
You’ll be on your way up!
You’ll be seeing great sights!
You’ll join the high fliers
who soar to high heights.
You won’t lag behind, because you’ll have the speed.
You’ll pass the whole gang and you’ll soon take the lead.
Wherever you fly, you’ll be the best of the best.
Wherever you go, you will top all the rest.
Except when you don’t
Because, sometimes, you won’t.
I’m sorry to say so
but, sadly, it’s true
and hang-ups
can happen to you.
You can get all hung up
in a prickle-ly perch.
And your gang will fly on.
You’ll be left in a Lurch.
You’ll come down from the Lurch
with an unpleasant bump.
And the chances are, then,
that you’ll be in a Slump.
And when you’re in a Slump,
you’re not in for much fun.
Un-slumping yourself
is not easily done.
You will come to a place where the streets are not marked.
Some windows are lighted.  But mostly they’re darked.
A place you could sprain both you elbow and chin!
Do you dare to stay out?  Do you dare to go in?
How much can you lose? How much can you win?
And IF you go in, should you turn left or right…
or right-and-three-quarters? Or, maybe, not quite?
Or go around back and sneak in from behind?
Simple it’s not, I’m afraid you will find,
for a mind-maker-upper to make up his mind.
You can get so confused
that you’ll start in to race
down long wiggled roads at a break-necking pace
and grind on for miles across weirdish wild space,
headed, I fear, toward a most useless place.
The Waiting Place…
…for people just waiting.
Waiting for a  train to go
or a bus to come, or a plane to go
or the mail to come, or the rain to go
or the phone to ring, or the snow to snow
or waiting around for a Yes or a No
or waiting for their hair to grow.
Everyone is just waiting.
Waiting for the fish to bite
or waiting for wind to fly a kite
or waiting around for Friday night
or waiting, perhaps, for their Uncle Jake
or a pot to boil, or a Better Break
or a sting of pearls, or a pair of pants
or a wig with curls, or Another Chance.
Everyone is just waiting.
NO!
That’s not for you!
Somehow you’ll escape
all that waiting and staying.
You’ll find the bright places
where Boom Bands are playing.
With banner flip-flapping,
once more you’ll ride high!
Ready for anything under the sky.
Ready because you’re that kind of a guy!
Oh, the places you’ll go! There is fun to be done!
There are points to be scored. There are games to be won.
And the magical things you can do with that ball
will make you the winning-est winner of all.
Fame!  You’ll be famous as famous can be,
with the whole wide world watching you win on TV.
Except when they don’t.
Because, sometimes, they won’t.
I’m afraid that some times
you’ll play lonely games too.
Games you can’t win
’cause you’ll play against you.
All  Alone!
Whether you like it or not,
Alone will be something
you’ll be quite a lot.
And when you’re alone, there’s a very good chance
you’ll meet things that scare you right out of your pants.
There are some, down the road between hither and yon,
that can scare you so much you won’t want to go on.
But on you will go
though the weather be foul
On you will go
though your enemies prowl
On you will go
though the Hakken-Kraks howl
Onward up many
a frightening creek,
though your arms may get sore
and your sneakers may leak.
On and on you will hike
and I know you’ll hike far
and face up to your problems
whatever they are.
You’ll get mixed up, of course,
as you already know.
You’ll get mixed up
with many strange birds as you go.
So be sure when you step.
Step with care and great tact
and remember that Life’s
a Great Balancing Act.
Just never forget to be dexterous and deft.
And never mix up your right foot with your left.
And will you succeed?
Yes! You will, indeed!
(98 and 3/4 percent guaranteed.)
KID, YOU’LL MOVE MOUNTAINS!
So…
be your name Buxbaum or Bixby or Bray
or Mordecai Ali Van Allen O’Shea,
you’re off to Great Places!
Today is your day!
Your mountain is waiting.
So…get on your way!

By: Dr. Seuss

Xochitl "waiting place" Alvarez

Poppin' Champagne

Another story about how there I was minding my own business.

So there I was minding my own business thinking about how I have no job and my "savings" are quickly running out. My friend jessica being the homie that she is offered me a job as a cocktail waitress.  I took it and figured it'd be pretty easy.

I showed up and got a crash course on serving champagne.  Simple stuff, fill up the glass about 3/4 full, carry a tray with six glasses, walk around and offer it to the guests (a bunch of fashionalbe gays). 

Very confidently I got my first tray.  I offered a drink to a man and he gladly accepted.  Yay!  Done.  Easy.  Then I offered a glass to a woman who also accepted.  She grabbed it and somehow I made ALL of the glasses tip over, fall and break into a million pieces.  So I went back into the room where we filled them and fess up.  The people there were pretty understanding and nice (except for another waitress who was being a real bitch). 

My next tray I filled up with only four glasses, I mean I AM  a beginner.  It should have been better.  But it wasn't.  I went back out and offered champagne to the other guests.  A man picked up a glass and somehow all the other ones tipped over and broke. 

I was going to go back inside and tell them that I had broken and additional four glasses, but I didn't want to make a bad impression so I went into a hidden room and hid all the broken pieces of glass and pretended that everything was okay.

They do not need to be drinking that much anyway, right?

Xochitl "champagne" Alvarez

Art Appreciation

 I've always known that art is not my strogest skill but you can always cound on a  good ol' kindergartener to remind you about it.  Here's a story...

There I was trying to teach a lesson about transportation and I asked the children to draw their favorite type of trasportation.  One child asked me to show him how to draw a plane.  Here's our conversation.

Kid: Ms. Alvarez, how do you draw a plane?

Me:*shocked* Well, I'm not a very good artist but I'm going to try my very.  You should always try your very best.

I drew the "plane" and the response wasn't exactly what I was expecting.

Other Kid: Is that a shark plane?

Me: Sure....

Then another time another kid asked me to draw a dolphin which ended up looking like a penguin.  At this point I think it would be smart for me to take some art lessons.   And I think these kids should learn how to use their imaginations.   It's clearly a plane.

Maybe if I draw a penguin it'll look like a plane.

Xochitl "sharkplane" Alvarez