dear deborah

i feel as if I have no way to contact you other than here. Well, there's facebook, indeed, but how impersonal it would be to leave a wall post. Rather, I am determined to make my sentiments known here. =) Seeing as how you've stayed a devoted trivial teenager reader.

In regards to you missing your piano:
I've actually been spending some quality time with the piano back home lately. I've been home for like three weekends straight. I think my parents are probably annoyed of me by now. (Or not.) BUT, nevertheless, I missed the piano. I'm basically the only one playing with it now. And I am in SOME SERIOUS need for new sheet music. I am still on the lookout for the Amelie sheet music.

In regards to you watching Gilmore Girls:
ZOMG. I don't know what I was doing when this show first appeared on the WB. Where was I?! Probably watching something lame like Zaboomafoo. ARGH. But I must admit, catching up on the seasons of this show over and over again is just a pleasant way to get away from life. I'm pretty much in love with Jess. I was never really a fan of Dean or Logan. But you know what, after watching how Logan and Rory got together, I'm starting to like him even more. But Jess will pwn as usual. I'm just sayin', Logan isn't so bad. :)

In regards to your encouragement for a new me:
Thanks, babe. I hope I can. Maybe I'll talk to you and the Villena elder about my academic struggles sometime. =/ It's getting pretty bad. Let's just say I'm going to be disappointing the parentals because I'm FOR SURE switching majors. I'm scared they'll wring my neck or probably send me to the guillotine. No, maybe a firing squad. Or maybe a major wet willy. Any of those would be truly frightening.

In regards to my newfound passion for pescatarianism:
Indeed, it truly is rewarding, I must say. I was thinking about vegetarianism but I really don't think I can do it. LOL You don't understand, after a week, I was craving a steak bowl at Chipotle. But, please do send me those recipes! I would LOVE to try them out! I feel like I will never develop a passion for tofu, it's just not in the stars for me. And when you said "vegan 'meats'," I basically melted, I would love to know more about that. Not because it's "meat," but because, well, just ask Villena de Mayor how much I love my food. <3

Horribly broke and pretty hungry,
VANILLA.

a new me

i've thrown away all indiscretions. I think it's time to really step up the game. It's time for a change. I've taken college for granted a little too much. Heck, A LOT too much. Starting now, it's all going to change. Wish me luck.

Otherwise... X.X

And that's not a good thing.

on a roll

three posts within a few minutes. I don't know, I've just had a lot on my mind. To further complicate things, or not, last night I had a dream.

I was at Albertson's and I was in the wine/alcohol aisle. I was just strolling around, and I picked up a rack of Tecate Light. (WTF.) I headed over to the self-checkout machine and paid for it using my card. The screen showed a print-out of my receipt, which I noticed was pretty darn long. Didn't pay attention to it and decided to accept. The guy who was supposed to check my receipt didn't even bother to look at ID or anything. As I left and got back to my apartment, I looked at the receipt and it was about pages long. It straight up said that I was to attend a court hearing for the purchase of alcohol under the legal age. O.O I was FUH-REA-KING out. I even woke up freaking out because I KNOW that I went to Albertson's yesterday just to buy some fish (btw, I'm turning to pescatarianism, going on 6 days without meat, yay me) and salad. I wasn't sure if I subconsciously bought some Mexican beer on the way out.

It was somewhat of a nightmare.

But no worries, 2009 will be the year.

This year, I can legally buy and consume alcoholic beverages, fearlessly walk down the liquor aisle, and I don't know, go to VEGAS. Rent a hotel room. Go to a 21+ club. Whatevs.

the alcocer anecdotes 12

mini post. It's been sitting in my notepad on my phone for ages.

Episode 12: Shrooms

m: how's life
d: amazing, u?
m: spectacular
d: why did u one-up me?
m: because those mushrooms are the best kind.
d: -_-

a slap to the face

reality bites. I've been pretty much living in my own little world and I didn't realize I had it so good until now.

Lately, I've been feeling rather overwhelmed with so much. I won't go into detail, but my heart has been feeling rather stressed out as of late. I ache...

I think the two things I need right now are independence and determination. Everything else should be the least of my worries.

Oh. And more work days. -__-

the alcocer anecdotes 11

his take on our fellow furry friend...

Episode 11: The Easter Bunny

d: <_<
m: hiii
m: happy easter
d: merry easter [=
m: what's up
d: oh nothin
d: havin a bit of a downer day
d: but i plan to rebound quickly come tomorrow
d: how about u
m: why?
m: it's easter!
d: lame stuff haha
d: easter is a very odd holiday
m: are you catholic/christian?
d: not particularly
m: what does that mean lol
d: i "believe" in certain things that I have picked up from those religions
m: ohhh roight
d: lol
m: well don't be down
m: the easter bunny will come and visit you lol
d: if the easter bunny came and visited me
d: i'd punch it straight in the chest
d: haha jk =p
m: BUMMER.
d: exactly
m: I think that's what I'd say if I was in a bunny costume and someone socked me in the chest. Then I'd fall on my knees, then on my face.
d: LOLOLOL
d: omg as I read that, I pictured it all happen...Thank you. That gave me a great laugh lol
m: =)
d: (:

love utopia

is it weird to want a love like Lorelai and Luke's? =) Is it weird to get butterflies in your tummy whenever you watch the sweet side of Jess' love for Rory?

Hi, I'm Marissa and I'm a Gilmore Girls addict. Forever.

I swear, I will never get tired of this show. I pretty much devote an hour of my life each weekday in order to witness the small town life of Stars Hollow. It's my utopia.

short post

i'd figure out a way to be meaningful to you whilst doing my passion. But that's just me.

philosophical pwnage

realistically, sure, I worry about my future and what it has in store for me. I wonder where I'm going and whether I'm making the right decisions in life. I wonder about petty things like why I haven't finished reading my leisure books or why I made the purchases that I did. But that's beside the fact that I really don't know what I'll be doing within the next few years.

He called me last night and told me that his boss wanted to talk to me, which is weird because I've never met the guy and work is work. I stay out of his work and he stays out of mine. Our employment careers don't exactly have anything in common. It came as a shock to me when he told me that some stranger wanted to speak to someone like me. I'm not much for socializing with complete, complete, strangers and it felt odd that our jobs would clash in the way that they did. He told me that his boss, we shall call him Mr. Bossman, wanted to expand more on what he will be doing in the recent days, weeks, years perhaps. I hesitantly accepted to meet with him and I brought one of my other friends as reinforcements ("hesitantly" being the keyword because I had a buttload of philosophy reading to do that night as well as study questions). The meeting was set to approximately 9:30 pm. Ask me what time Mr. Bossman came, just ask me. No. You're wrong. He came at around 11 o'clock. That is almost 2 hours, maybe about 2 hours, of me and my reinforcement (plus him) waiting; just waiting in the cold wee hours of the night. The chilliness of the night started to strike my body as I started to shiver almost uncontrollably.

When Mr. Bossman finally arrived, he came with another fellow of the same business, dressed in ties and fancy shmancy office suits. Yeah, real legit. The rest was kind of a blur. I zoned out for most of his presentation, but basically, to sum it all up for you, all I heard was "money...money...I have a Porsche...money...you'll get a BMW...money...money...then you'll get a Bentley...money." And that night, all I could think about is how could someone like this get him to do a job like this; this pyramid scheme dealing with market networking. I zoned out only due to the fact that I'm not really a business-minded kind of gal, but I understood where Mr. Bossman was coming from. He had me questioning my future, which was what a good salesman does, and I was pretty befuddled that night. I was also pretty pissed at him for dragging me into this. But I was most sorry for my friend. He was sucked into the world of market networking against his will. One thing I don't like about salespeople are that they can be too pushy sometimes. If we don't want to do it, then don't let us do it. If we remain skeptical about it even after your presentations, then let us be skeptical. My friend ended up paying $600, money that he told me he didn't have. That fact just totally tied knots in my stomach. I couldn't believe me and my friend had been dragged into this. Just let us be.

This is where it gets interesting. Well, to me at least. Do you remember the philosophy reading that I had to do? The one that I could have been doing in leiu of this absolute waste of my time? When I got home at 12:30 am, all I could do was push through those pages in Aristotle's Nicomachean Ethics book with as much determination as I had left. It was then that I came across this line:

"Suppose, then, that the things achievable by action have some end that we wish for because of itself, and because of which we wish for the other things, and that we do not choose everything because of something else--for if we do, it will go on without limit, so that desire will prove to be empty and futile."

I thought to myself, damn, what a perfect line to tell Mr. Bossman. After a few pages, Aristotle started to inquire about a human's highest good (goal) in life. What are human beings made to do? Eyes are made for sight. An education is the goal of studying at school. But what about us? What is the highest achievement we can possibly grasp, being both complete and self-sufficient?

Aristotle proposes that our highest good would have to be happiness. He then goes on to talk about the candidates of happiness--pleasure, honor, virtue, and finally wealth.

Wealth. Money.

"The moneymaker's life is in a way forced on him [not chosen for itself]; and clearly wealth is not the good we are seeking, since it is [merely] useful, [choiceworthy only] for some other end."

This totally boggled my mind because not only did Aristotle totally just call out Mr. Bossman, but he made the most complete sense in the world at that specific point in time, the perfect thing I needed to hear at that moment of my life. Happiness is not about wealth, people. Money is an instrumental good; one that achieves nothing more than other wanted things. It has no direct or ultimate value in life. It's not a supreme good because it is used for some other end. Aristotle is conveying the most simple message of all: the highest good is one that is complete and self-sufficient; one that is pursued for its own sake and makes a life worth living.

And that, my friends, is how Aristotle PWNED Mr. Bossman.