Okay, so today I have class from 9:30-1:30. I’m going to study for my Russian test during PR since Sarah and I were unsuccessful last night, and then I’m going to go straight from Russian to my internship. I’m going to stay there till 4:00, and then I’m going to go straight to work and work from 4:30-2:30. Then I’m going go come home, read the chapters I need for PR (or if I’m lucky and there’s nothing for me to do at my internship, I can read them then), complete the take home quiz/study for the actual quiz. Hopefully I can be in bed by 4 at the latest. Then I’m going to get up at 8, shower, get to school early enough to print out my take-home quiz, and then go to class till 12:30. I think I can actually get out of my internship Friday because I can’t make it to the Golf Tournament, so there’s nothing else for me to do, so I’ll use that time to study bar drinks, since I haven’t done that yet, and then I’ll work 4:30-2:30. And a double on Saturday. And Sunday night. And at some point this week I have to order my textbooks, pay my bills, switch my car into my name and get new insurance, pay my taxes, set up direct-deposit with UF and take off important days for work required for my internship. Yay busy summer.
— Hey, hippie girl, you Mexican? On both sides?
A part of me wants to kick their ass. A part of me feels sorry for their stupid ignorant selves. But if you’ve never been farther south than Nuevo Laredo, how the hell would you know what Mexicans are supposed to look like, right?
There are the green-eyed Mexicans. The rich blond Mexicans. The Mexicans w/the faces of Arab sheiks. The Jewish Mexicans. The big-footed-as-a-German Mexicans. The leftover-French Mexicans. The chaparrito compact Mexicans. The Tarahumara tall-as-a-desert-saguaro Mexicans. The Mediterranean Mexicans. The Mexicans w/Tunisian eyebrows. The negrito Mexicans of the double coasts. The Chinese Mexicans. The curly-haired, freckled-faced, red-headed Mexicans. The Lebanese Mexicans. Look, I don’t know what you’re talking about when you say I don’t look Mexican. I am Mexican. Even though I was born on the U.S. side of the border.”
- Sandra Cisneros “Caramelo” (via honeybrown)
Casually blogging from the Red Cross because I have absolutely nothing productive to do.
I swear the hardest part about learning Russian is learning how to write in cursive.
“She joked about her fears, but it was the kind of joke where you knew people thought it was ridiculous, and you pretended you thought so too, but underneath you were completely serious.”
- White Oleander (via secondchildren)
I’m so excited for my Russian class tomorrow.