Right after posting that last entry, I realized it was a day before the three year mark from the previous entry. So on this day, three years ago, was when I last wrote on here. Creepy coincidence? I think so.

Well, this place has been gathering cobwebs from all the inactivity. Not that I haven't been here at all, I've just remained silent. Oh boy.

Why have I become so angry and bitter? This isn't me.

My home for the past 13 years is way too small. It only has 3 windows. My room is tiny. The living room (if it can even be called that) merges with the dining room from the close proximity. I hate it. I've always wanted to move away, in the same city, but to another house. A house that is bigger, with more windows, and where I can do my room the way I've always wanted. But when my mom told me that the owners of the house we have been renting for thirteen years asked us to leave, I wasn't happy. In fact, I was distraught. How is it that this house, the one I dreaded and wanted to move away from, is now the house I don't want to leave? They gave us one month (which is completed this saturday) to look for a new place, but that wasn't enough. My parents couldn't find an affordable house in the city, so for now we are relocating in Tecate. I have to say I wasn't happy with the decision, I can't imagine myself not going home to that house, not seeing my neighbors, not seeing the familiar sights everyday, the people, the buildings, how everything looks.Last time I was home I did some packing, I even found long-lost objects that I had searched for unsuccessfully. And while I will still be here in LA for most of the time, I don't know if I'll like living in Mexico away from everything I've called home for the last 13 years. Everything happened so fast that it still doesnt hit me that I wont be living there anymore. I don't know yet what the purpose of this change is, but I'm sure there's one behind it.

In lighter news, my birthday is exactly in one week, and amidst the move, my struggles with college, and some personal problems that plague my mind, I can say I'm actually looking forward to it. :)

I felt rather foolish today. I was in need of some lead for my lead pencils, so i made my way over to the on-campus store to buy myself some. I figured it wouldn't cost more than a dollar, or maybe a dollar at most. Seeing that the lead packages are really tiny I didnt bother to take out more than a dollar's worth of quarters, since I had wasted my dollars in food. When I got to the cash register and gave the lead tube to the lady, I stared in disbelief when she responded "$2.20." For a tiny container with 30 pieces of lead! I wasn't expecting that, so I shuffled and searched frantically in my backpack for spare change. My fingers were having trouble locating the coins amid pencils, a half-eaten granola bar, my ipod, my phone, a couple of napkins, and tiny useless papers I hadn't removed in ages. The lady stared at me. "I'm sorry," I said as I put whichever coins I found on the counter, not even paying attention at the amount. I started placing quarter after quarter, and she replied, "Who gets rid of quarters?". At this point I was nervous, 10 minutes to class and I was beginning to think I wasn't gonna have enough to pay for a seemingly cheap tube of lead. I imagined the embarrassment of telling her, "Nevermind, I don't have enough" and having to place it back. But then the light shone on me and I apparently got the right amount, cause she asked me if I had 3 pennies. I had them. I placed them and was about to remove the other coins which i thought were left over when she told me she needed those too. I got the feeling she thought that maybe I didn't know how to count. And frankly I did too, because I was just throwing coins on the counter and I didn't even stop to count them. Next time I'll think twice before buying lead without counting how much money I have beforehand. Or better yet, I will have dollars in hand, it will save me the embarrassment of making the cashier wait for me to count up my coins.

The bad thing about not living at home anymore (at least not for most of the year) is that my parents no longer want to pay for internet if there's no one here to use it. This means whenever I'm home for breaks, or for those rare 4-day weekends, I'm internet-less. And though I love coming home to my home and my family, I can't help but experience internet withdrawals. No sooner am I home when I start fidgeting, I watch a little TV, pretend to read, look over pictures, try to reorganize my room, and I start wanting to go back to campus where my internet connection is guaranteed.
So, for this christmas break, I decided I was not gonna spend three weeks unconnected, so I convinced my parents to reinstall the internet for me. It was not an easy task. After pleading and making highly persuasive arguments, my parents settled for the 15-dollar-a-moth internet service. It's the cheapest (also the slowest) but something's something. This was wednesday, and the activation was to be done yesterday (Monday). So I waited the weeked and come Monday, my internet was still not functioning. I called an infinitely amount of times to the company to ask what was up, had to endure that tedious process of pressing 1 for Yes, 2 for no, and so forth...and feeling worried and embarrassed that the tech person might think I was stupid. I finally got the answer that the internet would work until, and not before, 8 pm, and when 8 pm rolled around I eagerly connected. No success. I called once again, and was told I had to set up an account. I felt insulted when the tech lady started spelling out what I had to write (T as in Tom, R as in Robert, E as in Ellen), slowly, for every single letter. A little slower and I would have fallen asleep. After this exhausting ordeal, I got my internet connection at around 9, and I felt as if I had come back to life. Good thing I'm not an internet freak or anything...

My favorite part of the year is hands down the time between Thankgsiving and Christmas. Everything about it is special, from the christmas lights to the christmas carols to the packed malls, the atmosphere is just wonderful. The year is almost over and I get very nostalgic around this time. And I have to say, aside from the presents (who doesn't love getting them?), my favorite part about Christmas is how close we all become. The family comes together and we all enjoy great food and a great atmosphere, and to me this is the best part. But then after it's over, things kinda slow down. January and February seem to proceed very slowly, they are cold and sad months. Then comes March, and with it my birthday, spring break, and things finally start picking up. I wish I could say I'm ready for Christmas, but I'm not. I still have to get finals out of the way (I can't believe how fast this quarter went), and only after I'm done next friday and pack my stuff to go home, will I be ready.