Sunday, November 28, 2010

Getting Out?

Once upon a time, I woke up, and found myself floating above my body. I got really scared, I thought that maybe, just maybe, I was going to get possessed or receive magical powers. Being scared and all, I just closed my eyes, and might have called my mother, I’m not sure. The next day I was still scared, did I really have a Sabrina the teenage witch moment? You know, the one where she is about to receive her powers and floats in her sleep due to this. It felt pretty real, but I might have just been dreaming.
That morning I went crazy on Google, searching for an answer. It turns out I might have had an out of body experience, how cool is that? Very. Later on, I started looking up astral projection. I think it is pretty dandy, if it is real and all. I can imagine all the great things I could do  if I managed to astral project. I could visit my cousins in Honduras all the time, my friend who moved to Texas, too. Not only this, but I can project myself to a Gogol Bordello concert! That would be amazing! I was all into trying to astral projection for a week, then I became scared…what if I manage to astral project to a Gogol Bordello concert, but once it’s over I cannot find my body? That would suck, it is a great band and all but I wouldn’t die for it, no matter how cool Eugene Hutz’s mustache is. This summer we were floating on the beach, and my cousin told me that if you float on the beach for hours and hours you can astral project. Taking this as a sign, I will now try to visit my cousins in Honduras, without going on a plane. If I manage to this this I will save money, and I won’t have to take my shoes off in front of strangers. In the past I used to be scared, but today I read that you can’t lose connection with your body permanently. Apparently you have a strong bond with it, at least, according to a website. Hopefully it is true. The website is . Like it says, it has a guide for beginners. If it works, I hope to visit you soon! Haha, just kidding. If I ever travel like this, the first person… well, dog I would visit, would be Pinky. Maybe I will find out if dogs can really see more things than people can.

Saturday, November 27, 2010

Last night...

Last night I was a gypsy. Not just any gypsy, but one that could fly and throw meteors from her hands. I would fly over a dark city, and throw meteors at whoever chased me. The only thing I could see were men dying at the first encounter with my meteors, their brooms were the only things left. I guess the brooms were meteor resistant; anyways, this does not matter, the only thing that matters is that I was flying.
In the past I used to have dreams where I would fly all the time. It became so constant in my dreams that I looked it up in  This website said that dreams where you are flying fall under lucid dreams. Lucid dreams are dreams where you know you are dreaming and are able to make your dreams anything you want.  Thinking it was pretty cool, I searched for ways to have lucid dreams all the time. I remember finding a method where you rock back and forth, this somehow lets you become aware that you are dreaming. I started doing this in my head, for example I just close my eyes and pretend I am going in circles. I kept doing this for a couple of days, and I believe it did help. During those days I had the greatest dreams ever, i would dream about a map, and I would decide what country I wanted to go to. I was able to see so many things. It got to a point where I was in a different country every day, seeing the people I hardly get to see. Not only this but every dream became a great movie, where I was able to have all sorts of super powers. But then, I eventually stopped trying to have these dreams. The main reason was that I was unsure if I was really having lucid dreams, I began to think that I was just dreaming about actually having them.
Anyways, lucid dreams can be of great benefit to you. You are able to do many things you don’t get the chance to do while you are awake. For example, studying! You can keep on reviewing facts in your dreams! Now that I think about it, every day before I had a US History exam I would review the information in my dreams. This would help memorize things while getting rest. According to you can use lucid dreams to practice for a speech, overcome fears and a lot more. I believe everyone should try to have lucid dreams, so that they can make their dreams anything they want, to explore things they are normally afraid of, or to just study, ha-ha. Now, I will try to have lucid dreams once again, I had forgotten how great it felt to fly.

Sunday, November 21, 2010


                Today is another year I have had Pinky by my side. Pinky is my dog, I do not know what breed she is; she’s a mixed with Chihuahua I guess, that’s what the vet said. Anyways, it does not matter I would still love her is she was an elephant, even a skunk. She was a birthday present from some strangers.  These strangers have given me the greatest gift of all. Having her companion for the past seven years has been great. When I wake she goes and sees me, I feel it as if it’s her way of saying good morning. I think it’s the sweetest good morning one can receive. She’s mean and I like it, well, I don’t dislike it like my brother. Every time he picks a fight with me she barks at him, and she has even bitten him ha-ha. If that’s not love, then I don’t know what is. Well, yeah, she is the best dog ever. When I think of her becoming old, and eventually dying it’s really sad. I don’t know if it’s because I love her so much, or because, well never mind it’s because I love her haha.
                Last week she stole a bone from me! Now, this isn’t bad most of the times, but, she almost choked. At first, she was making her little I am going to bite you face, but I guess eventually she found out if she didn’t open up she would die. So, I put my hand in her throat, but nothing was found. At this point I started panicking, so did my mom. I was like” maaa! Ma!! “and she put her hand in her throat too! (not at the same time, separately)But,  yet again, nothing . Her tongue was turning purple and she started to throw out a lot of saliva. Then I almost cried, I don’t how, but I ended outside of my house. Thank god I did, by going outside I saw where the bone was at. It was at her mouth roof, well I don’t know what you call it but it was there. Now I see that I need good lighting in my living room. If I wouldn’t have gone out to the sunlight, a big piece of my heart would be missing, yeah, it sounds pretty lame but it’s true. Without her I wouldn’t have a reason to feed my brother dog cookies. This thanksgiving I’m thankful for Pinky; my main “dawg”, not dying.

Sunday, November 14, 2010


            A long time ago I saw a documentary on The Egyptian Book of the Dead. A book that was made to guide Egyptians through the obstacles they would face in the afterlife. It was placed in their tombs, and contained spells and instructions needed to reach paradise. In the end of their journey, they would encounter Osiris; the god of the afterlife, and he would weigh their soul’s heart against the feather of truth and harmony. If the heart was heavier than feather it was thrown to Amenti (a terrifying beast), who immediately devoured it. But, if it was lighter than the feather, the golden gates were opened so that the person could go into paradise. Since I saw it a long time ago my memory is a bit sketchy. I only remember what the end.
            Only remembering the end has made me wonder many things. For example, if the man who used the book couldn’t walk, would he be able to float around? Or would he just give up? And not even purchase a book to begin with.  But, then again it is the after life, so probably health and disabilities don’t matter, most likely they don’t. Also, they would get the book specially made for them. What if the person who was in charge of making their book hated them, and gave them all the wrong spells on purpose? I wonder if they included music in this, I can’t help but think that if I was going through this journey The Pink Panther theme song would be playing.
Since I forgot most of the things about The Egyptian Book of the Dead I plan on searching for the documentary, or even reading about it. Hopefully I end up finding the answers to all my questions. It would be interesting to find out what their spells really say and if their gods have some special scent, or even if they can smell in the afterlife.

Saturday, November 13, 2010


Today I was walking with my mother and I told her “Mom, I think I have worms, I’ve been eating so much, yet my stomach feels empty.”  She just laughed a bit, I guess she just thought it was an excuse to eat more or something, or that I was playing around, I tend to tell her strange stuff. But still, I began thinking about parasites. For this past week I have been eating A LOT. On Friday two of my friends, and I went to Islands. One of them wanted to get take out, but I said” Noooooo, I want a million fries.” (They have unlimited fries.) Luckily, we ate there, but in the end I wasn’t full at all. I was left wondering if I would have actually eaten a million fries if we stayed there longer, probably not, but I know I would have devoured a lot more. Once I got home my mother was cooking, and it smelled very, very good, so I ate a large bowl of it (some pasta thing I don’t know that name of).  Still, I wasn’t full. A bit later, well, three hours later I ate a giant burrito. I thought it would get me full, but did it? No. Now I really think worms are invading my stomach.  It isn’t a nice thought at all.
            About a hundred years ago, well too long ago for me to remember, I saw a show about parasites. It kept me glued to the screen, even though it was somewhat nasty. (seeing people evacuate worms isn’t nice at all).They were showing a lot of  worms in peoples’ brain, heart(I think), and eyes. Imagine that, looking at your reflection one day, seeing a tiny, thin, white worm taking a ride in your eye. I don’t know about you, but I’d be scared to death. That would mean those little suckers are in your brain, eating everything they encounter. I’d like to keep my brain bite free, so I definitely don’t want that. Seeing this show would make many want to get rid of these visitors. You can see what you can eat to eliminate parasites .

Oh! Well it turns out parasites are not to blame for my appetite increase, if I had parasites I would actually have a smaller appetite. Still, it would not hurt  trying  to kill these visitors, if I do have them that is.

Sunday, November 7, 2010

Going Metro, Kinda


             For the past week I have had to go Metro in order to get to school. At first I was scared that I was not going to make it in time, but thanks to Metro Regional Trip Planner I get to school twenty minutes earlier than what I normally do. The first day I had to ride the bus in the morning (like at 6:30), I was amazed at how packed it was. I would think most people would be sleeping, well never mind everyone has to work and all, but still, I thought it would be empty. But it was so packed that there was nowhere to sit.
As I was standing, hoping for a seat to be released, I couldn’t help but laugh. Standing is not what made me laugh, but remembering all the things I have seen happen in a bus. It seems as there isn’t a day when a ride on a bus can go on normally. Every time, well many times I ride the bus I have a new story to tell my friends. I can recall an old, bald man, wearing a green coat taking off his shoes while he waited for his stop. The smell managed to reach everyone, you could see everyone covering their noses, but I just laughed. Later on, he stood up, and was opening all the windows, a few minutes later he just closed them, he said something about catching a cold. There have been many times when a man in a wheel chair is miraculously cured at his stop. I guess weird people become free somehow when they ride a bus, for this I’m thankful, it gives many passengers the chance to laugh. Well, at least I laugh at most of the things that go on in a bus. So yeah, I was wondering if you had any stories you would like to share of the times you have ridden a bus.

Saturday, November 6, 2010


Last week, on Thursday, I was going Metro to CSULB. I was almost falling asleep, when I heard some lady say "TICKET". For some reason, I thought she was buying them from the passengers, but I saw the lady sitting next to me wake up and hand her the ticket so that she could check it, not buy it. I think it is pretty cool how people can wake up on their stop; if I did this I would end up who knows where. Any how, one of the passengers didn't have a ticket, so the lady asked “do you have an id" he nodded and gave it to her. She was writing down all his info in a small yellow notebook, she then asked "sir, what’s your address?” he answered "homeless". Now, I don't know if he was lying or not, probably so, he didn’t look homeless at all, he had some really nice shoes on, but, maybe, just maybe, he got them at an alley or something. But, I really can’t tell, one thing is for sure, the lady didn’t hand him back any ticket of some sort. Can it be that she sent it to the house that he doesn’t live in?
It seems you can not know who actually is homeless, or who actually needs money or not. I remember a couple years ago, a lady was crying, while knocking on everyone’s door. She came to my aunt’s house, asked my cousin, our friends, and I for some money. Her mother had just gotten ran over by a car, and died. Feeling sorry for her we all gave her some cash. A few minutes later my aunt was like “ohhhh nooo, you guys shouldn’t have given her any money, her mom dies every weekend.” This just got us mad, how can someone lie like that? Now, whenever I give money to people on the streets I just hope they actually need it, and not to buy booze either.           

Sunday, October 31, 2010


            Last summer, my cousin asked me how people found out what we could eat. The only response she got from me was by eating it, of course. Now that I think of it, how did people find out what we can eat? I mean, did thousands of people die in order to find an edible fruit, out of a million? Then, suppose a few people wander off by themselves, they find a good looking leaf, once they eat it they die. But, since they are by themselves, no one sees what caused their death. Does this mean that people kept on dying, by eating the same plant? Were groups made in order to find out what people could eat or not?
            Today, I a memory came up. About one hundred years ago, well, eight, my friend and I were in her garden. She has one of the largest gardens I have ever been in. There are many different colored roses; yellow, red, pink and other flowers, as well. Since all those flowers were beautiful, I got the great idea of trying them out. My friend was willing to give it a shot too. So, we started plucking petals out of the flowers. In the end, we found out that they did not taste as good as they appeared. All of them were quite bitter. I am a huge fan of sour candy, but these flowers were just bad. Now that I think of it, we were very dumb, just eating any flowers that seemed good is not the best idea. We are lucky that we did not poison ourselves. But, I still think there has to be some flowers that taste as good as they appear. So now I will try many more, but with the help of this website: That way I don’t end up with an upset stomach, or dead....Ha-ha.

Saturday, October 30, 2010


Searching for something new, I came upon “Katzenjammer”. It’s an all girl, Norwegian band.  My first thoughts were hey! This chick has an afro, how cool!  After hearing “Hey Ho on the Devils Back” I was in awe. They sound very different, well, at least compared to the bands I usually listen to. “Hey Ho on the Devils Back” is a song about taking a ride on the devils back, well, not really.  It says how we are all human, so we make choices that are not the  best at times, and in the end, we just want our “souls” to be saved. It makes you think about all those time when you know you are doing something bad, but you do not stop doing it, knowing there is always a chance for forgiveness. Also, it reminds you a bit of the times when you have to give up something you really love, in order to save something greater. Even though it reminds you of things that are not so sparkly, it does not put you down. One of the things it does do, is give you the courage to walk through the big dark woods, even without a glowing stick. Some of their other songs that might end up putting a smile on your face are. “A Bar In Amsterdam”, and “Tea With Cinnamon”.

Sunday, October 24, 2010

The Straight Dope Makes us See....

             A few weeks ago, searching for an answer to a question I cannot remember now, I came upon “The Straight Dope”. It is a website that is a bit on the fascinating side. It seems as if they have the answers to any questions we might have, even the ones that we haven’t even thought about. Since they answer any question, no matter how nutty it might seem, it is quite interesting to just browse their database. By just clicking on “READ a random Straight Dope column” we can have some of our questions answered. Well, we can at least read the questions other people have. I find myself clicking this link all the time, in the end I find myself asking “Jesenia, why didn’t you ask this yourself? You obviously didn’t know the answer.”
            So far, there is one question that has caught my attention the most. It is “How did Scott conclude its toilet tissue lasted 28% longer?” While reading this, I asked myself “Why didn’t you; the person that used to question the sound of silence, ask this?” Seeing Scott’s commercials at least once a month, just makes me think: wow, I should get that kind to save a few bucks, never thinking about it being true or not. I never think about people actually doing research on this. But now I found an answer to a question I never had, and a greater question came with this. How do people end up with these jobs? Testing toilet paper seems fun. Well, this isn’t such a great question. Now another one comes to mind.
            Seeing how I don’t question such weird things like this, I ask myself “when did I stop being curios?” In the past I would question everything, I can recall a time when a teacher told us to be quiet; he wanted to hear silence. Like a smarty pants I asked “How can you hear silence?”  Now, I don’t question as many things as before. I want to know if this happens to everyone as they get older. Or if it is just my brain; letting socks in its drawers, without even asking if they fit.
The Straight Dope

THe Straight Dope: How did Scott....

Saturday, October 23, 2010


“Boy, forget about the bling, here is a guitarra for you my little chavo, if you slave to kissing, you gotta play this thing. “  After listening to “Pala Tute” over and over again, I realized I am with Gogol Bordello on this one. It doesn’t mean that I believe anyone with mad guitar skills should go around kissing everyone, but that bling does not shine as much as someone’s inside. No, I do not believe guts and bones are shiny, I mean that other inside; the one that glasses can’t help you see. The inside that can only be seen, felt, by getting to know someone. It’s good to hang out with people who have mad guitar skills, or just people that can just make you laugh a lot; well, not just this but with many other qualities that cannot be bought.
 Hearing this wonderful song, made me realize how there are many times when we let money stop us from doing something. We think that money is a must, that we cannot have any fun otherwise.  We can have the same amount of fun with or without it. Instead of staying home because we are broke, we should invent things to do with our friends.  Next time, when someone invites us to do something and our pockets are empty, we should try to say “Let’s go run around with brooms instead.”
Pala Tute

Sunday, October 17, 2010

I Shall Start Eating Fish

So I’ve noticed that my memory is not what it used to be. In the past, by just hearing something once I would be able to recall it a couple of months later. I remember talking about some the things we were learning in U.S History, a month after we took the Advanced Placement Exam. Now, I can hardly remember the names of the people I meet. Just last week I tried to get my friend to ask girl what her name was. This is a tad sad, since I am the one who introduced them. This isn’t that bad though, what is bad is that I can’t remember how to solve my math problems…arrrgghhh, this sucks too much. Names aren’t that important, you won’t be tested on them, well not as harshly as those stupid math problems. I have been forgetting simple stuff too, like lyrics to all the songs I like. I used to be a mean, song playing machine. Now I can’t remember the ABCs, well never mind I can. Now I am just confused on what I have been forgetting, since I can’t remember what I forgot hahahaha.
I’ve been searching for the cure, well a cure I guess, the cure would mean just one, there’s always more than just one thing I think. Finding the cure instead of a cure would probably just remind me of The Cure and then I’d get depressed because one of the songs I forgot was by them, so instead of searching for the cure, I would just look up some lyrics……..Well  today I didn’t listen to The Cure but my mother brought me some fish. I t reminded me that supposedly it helps you with your memory. Now that I think about it, I used to be a fish loving gal, not as in having them for pets, but eating them whenever I had the chance. Maybe that’s all I need, maybe just maybe, eating some slimy fish will cure my memory disease. Well it isn’t a sickness, but hopefully I'll get rid of it. Eventually remembering, how to use this wooden spoon, never mind I use forks.

Saturday, October 16, 2010

A Duck or an Eagle

            As I was checking my e-mail, I came upon “Un Pato Que esta Luchando Por ser una Aquila” (A Duck that is Fighting to Become an Eagle).  I asked myself “what shenanigans did my aunt send me this time?” Well, I was soon going to find out. It is a story about a man who gets into an awesome taxi. This taxi was sparkly clean.  Not only was it super dandy, but its driver was a jolly man, that was willing to feed the man anything he craved. At this point, I thought the man who got in the taxi, was dead. That the driver was some sort of angel. His mission was to taking him to paradise. Besides thinking this, I was confused….How can this be about a duck that wants to be an eagle? Well, as I kept reading I began to understand. In the past, the driver was a bitter man, complaining about everything, until he was enlightened by a story he heard on the radio. It was about how some people are like ducks, they only make noise, others are like eagles, flying around, enjoying their surroundings. The ducks end up with bad days, but the eagles with awesome ones.  Why? Unlike ducks, those who are much like eagles wake up thinking that they are going to have a grand day, so they actually do.  The ducks just see the negative things, so that is what they get .After he heard this story, the driver changed his ways, he began taking care of his taxi, and adding premium services, like a coffee machine. This gave him a lot of new customers, and a pretty full wallet.
            I wasn’t confused anymore; I now wanted to be a shiny eagle, or at least one with working wings. So the next day I woke up, thinking that it would be an amazing day, not complaining about getting four hours of sleep. Later on, as I was eating, I looked up, seeing Eugene Hutz on TV. It ended up being a great day indeed.

Sunday, October 10, 2010

Remembering How Things Add up

                This summer I went to Mexico, and realized I have a really weird aunt. Well, weird to my family, she is perfectly normal to me. She was telling me how she would go dance at a cemetery, with a band of Indians. I remember asked her if she was scared of the dead chasing her, she just told me no, that they were actually there to take care of her. I just told her “okay” and wondered if the weird maracas were what she called that dead with, but I don’t think they do call the dead. I guess they just welcome the dead to dance with them, or something like that. One day it was raining, so we just started to talk. She told me that she had learned how to do tantric numerology. At first I was like “wow, that sounds great, but I have no idea what it is”, she just told me that it would help me out; somehow. I told her that she should totally do my numbers then. About a week later, she remembered, and got numbers out of my birthday. She added some up, and according to her they meant my soul, my weaknesses, strengths, and gifts I had received from a previous life. Now, that just confused me. I told her to keep on going though. After giving me all the numbers, she looked them up. Some of those numbers were correct in many ways. Like my weakness was that I am lazy, I can definitely see that. One of my gifts was that I was a prophet, ha-ha I asked her about that one though. She said that it means I say real weird stuff. Another number said that another weakness was that I am hard to understand. I really see how that can be true, at times I say real cool stuff, that just makes you wonder, but other times I just confuse people too much. Another of my qualities was that I had the ability to make people laugh easily, which is true, well sometimes.  All of this left me wondering if numbers really do mean something else. Since it is 10-10-10 today, hearing them say that a lot of people got married, because it was lucky, reminded me of my aunt, and her interesting interests.

Saturday, October 9, 2010

Mom says "Run to the Bush"

On a sunny Saturday, my mother and I were walking back home. We were waiting to cross the street, when we heard a lady scream “NOOOO!”  I looked back , to my left, and saw that the lady was running downstairs, carrying her son. My mom told me to hurry up, so we crossed the street in a flash. Once we reached the other street, we heard about four gun shots. I kept walking, lowering myself to the ground. My mom did too, but instead of running behind a little wall, she went under a bush.  My mom kept telling me to go under the bush with her.  I chose not to listen to her, well, I was too scared. Then, about twenty  seconds later, we see three guys running our way. One of them ran to the alley, another behind a bush, and the other one was standing in front of me. He was tall, dark, and anything but handsome. At this point I was super scared. I remember saying “Go the other way”, or at least thinking about it. Eventually, they all left. Three minutes later, I was still scared and shaking a bit. Once I calmed down, I told one of my friends what had happened. He then told me that next time, I better listen to my mom. If I would have listened to my mom, I wouldn’t have been so scared. I wouldn’t have thought about them,  coming back to shoot me, because they knew that a pink haired girl saw them running away from the scene.

Sunday, October 3, 2010

Start Wearing Purple

So, today I realized I love Gogol Bordello. It is one of the greatest bands, I have ever listened to. It all started with their song “Start Wearing Purple”; once I heard it, I was just amazed. It was just so original; I usually like pretty weird songs, so I just thought it was amazing. It just brought my spirits up. Then, I heard “American Wedding”, that song just awed me, there’s a dancer who is quite amazing. If you see this dancer, he will put a smile on your face. Once you see that video, I am sure you will know who I am talking about. I have no idea how I ended up finding them; well, now that I think of it they were mentioned in a magazine. The magazine said everyone should hear this band. Frankly, I agree. Their songs never seem to disappoint.
Today, I felt like listening to a new song; so, I ventured off into YouTube.  I saw the video”Immigraniada” (We Comin' Rougher). Seeing this video made me realize that I love this band. Seeing them work in factories, restaurants, and washing dishes made me see them in a new light. It showed me that they still care about where they come from. After seeing this video, I saw a link to an interview. At first I was confused, the interview is from PBS; in order to stop the confusion, I pressed the link. It led me to the discovery that my idea of this band being amazing, is true. It shows that this band actually does things to help. It has helped poor; tuberculosis carrying gypsies, improve their community. This is just such a noble thing to do. At the end, I noticed he has a bracelet with crayons on it, as if their good deeds weren’t enough, this put the icing on the cake.

Saturday, October 2, 2010

Crystals in the Air

                Walking around, I saw an interesting little tree for sale. This tree is not your average tree. Unlike normal trees, this one does not need water.  But, like a normal tree it needs sunlight. It charges off sunlight and even moonlight. What kind of tree is it? It is a gem/ crystal tree.  Its branches are composed of wires; each wire holds a crystal or gem. In total, there are thirty-three gems and crystals. Each one has a purpose. From curing a cold; to improving your self-esteem, according to , they can help you do it all.
                Crystals and gems are believed to have healing powers and positive effects on your life. They each give off different vibrations; these vibrations are the ones responsible for all the deeds they perform. There are some who say crystals can cure fevers; that, they even help you remember things! I think that is amazing, if I find the right gem I will be able to get straight A’s.  At least it says that in: .  I have no reason to believe if this is true or not. Maybe it is just a lie, one that will make you fill up your room of gems and crystals. Can crystals and gems really help you out, by just sending good vibes? I mean, when you go somewhere feeling bad vibes, the outcome is usually bad. Can it be the same for these? By giving you good vibrations, can they improve your day? Can they really eliminate all the bad vibes you gather daily?  Will they be able to give you good health, while bringing good luck, and even love? I guess the only way to find out is by trying it. So, I bought this peculiar tree. In a few weeks I will be able to see if it changes anything. Maybe, just maybe it will. Maybe someday, when a bird is about to evacuate its bowels on my head, a crystal might be able to deflect its little surprise.

Sunday, September 26, 2010

The Blind Man

            Two years ago, in a normal visit to a chicken restaurant; in Honduras, I encountered an outstanding man. This man had the weirdest song, ever.  He sang about not being able to dance with money and silver. The only thought coming to my head was: how in the world are people paying to hear this? I mean, it had a catchy beat, but it wasn’t something I would pay for. I walked to where he was at. At that point, realizing he was blind. He wasn’t any ordinary blind man, he was playing the keyboard! I kept looking at him; seeing him rip some of the money he received. He was a strange man indeed. Thinking it was the only time I would see him, I left.
            Three days before I left, I saw him once again. Only, this time it was not in the restaurant. He was on the news. Being confused, I watched his amazing story. It turns out he became a lawyer. It was the first time I ever saw or even thought about a blind man being a lawyer. The news said it only took him three additional years; than any other “normal” student, to become a lawyer. The only thing he needed was for someone to accompany him in the courts. Seeing how much he accomplished on his own, this seemed like a piece of cake for him. I still can not grasp the idea of me seeing such an amazing man like this.
                        This man taught me that we are all able to accomplish any goal we have, no matter what handicap we might possess. Now I see that if I really want to become an acrobat I can. Even if it takes me two years to just do a flip, I will be able to join the circus someday. Being one of the most amazing persons I have crossed paths with, it is sad to say I can not remember his name. But then, they say that we forget the names of those who teach us the most.... or something like that.


Friday, September 24, 2010

Going in...

Hello everyone, my name is Jesenia Berumen. I am a freshman at Cal State Long Beach. I have to do this blog, for my English 100 class. I am not the best writer, so hopefully this will help me out, a lot. For the past eight years I have owned nine dogs. In case you are wondering, none of them have passed away. Dogs just seem to follow me. Owning so many dogs has made me realize; the massive love I have for them. They are the only ones I can tolerate, for a great amount of time.
            My dogs have been the only consistent thing throughout my life. Everything else just seems to dramatically change, or just vanish. My curiosity never stops; transforming my mind into a labyrinth. This labyrinth contains vortexes; these transport me somewhere new all the time. Instead of trying to stop this, I explore my surroundings. My posts will be about the places, these vortexes take me to. From astral projection, to lucid dreaming, no matter how weird the subject might get; anything that leaps into my mind will be revealed. Also, peculiar things I have witnessed throughout my life. So, follow me through this labyrinth, in the end it will all make sense…. At least, I hope so.