I'm a Big Grrrrl Now!
Posted on Jul 26th, 2008
by
Deisy
The picture is of Giora (my wonderful boyfriend) a while ago lol I just found it! It was one of the first pictures he sent me when we were getting to know each other.... I love it. Such a silly sexy Jewish cowboy.
It's amazing how much I've seemed to grow in three odd, unpredictable but overall okay years...
I can't believe I'm applying for colleges like basically now. I never thought this time would finally arrive, I've been waiting for this since I declared I wanted my independence at 8 years of age after I failed to provide appropiate ID for renting a movie in Guatemala, as funny as that may sound.
I remember that night I cried so hard because I HATED being a child, I hated it all along, not being able to have control over what I ate, when I went to sleep, what I did overall. I had to ask permission for everything I would do and if I did something wrong then discipline came.
I am exactly 8 months away from being 18 years old... how do I feel? I feel AMAZING! I would NEVER go back for even one second to being a child. So many people say they would give anything to be a kid again, to feel so carefree without responsibilities and 'serious' problems (thought I consider breaking my grandma's medicine which cost like 200 Quetzales quite a serious problem at the time :P).
My mom of course is not very okay with my newfound well so near independence, she wants me to stay home and is VERY against me moving out for college, which is what I am doing without a doubt. The nearest college to them that I'm applying is well a good four hours away which screams YEAAHHHH!! CAN'T GET ME NOW!
For my 18th birthday I'm going to the tattoo place and getting my feminist symbol on my left shoulder, it shall be very very cool.
Today I talked to Giora in the morning for about an hour and a half. What did we talk about? I don't even remember, college, problems around the world, things we're doing next week, he's coming home (in Jerusalem not here home ): ) next week on Thursday so we'll be able to talk a bit I suppose since he usually spends time with his family but he promised to talk more than usual when he's at home. I really shouldn't be complaining though because we usually talk VERY much when we're both available, he spends every second on the phone with me whenever he cans.
His little brother Guy is turning 12 in September...it seems like a day ago that he was turning 11 and Giora was complaining about how bratty he was for complaining about several gifts he had gotten lol. I wonder if he's going to have a Bar Mitzvah next year, I better get the money ready ;)
Apart from everything I'm glad that I'm finally growing up to be able to help others, like I've always wanted to. I remember once I was at the park, I was maybe 6 or 7 years old and I was just picking trash with my hands and putting it in the trash can. Suddenly my mom came and started yelling at me for being 'shuka' which is a slang Guatemalan word for nasty lol she meant it as I was getting my hands dirty. Remembering that even back then I had an urge to do something, but since I was so young and my parents so naive about everything, nobody in Guatemala cares about the environment, well I shouldn't say ANYBODY because I did, they never really let me do what I wanted, pick up trash or help ppl paint grafitti or stuff like that that I yearned to do so bad.
It's funny how people can be so different. While most of the girls I grew up with in my semi small town in Guatemala (actually it's like 30,000 people but it seemed like it was 100 since they're such loud mouths) are stuck in the same cycle everyone else seems to be in, which is being with boys and destroying their lives by doing nothing and being super Catholic, I seem to come from Mars! When I went back to visit every 2 years after leaving they seemed to think I was crazier every time I came back. The first time I came back vegetarian, the second one vegan, the next one I came back Atheist, Vegan, and feminist...I think it was too much for them but they could tell since I was younger that I was somehow not even close to what they were or ever wanted to be.
It's ok, I am myself, I can't say I have always been since at one time in middle school I wanted to be like everyone else and started behaving like a boy crazy Boricua (Puerto Rican for all you that don't know what it means) girl O_o, but luckily I realized that I was going nowhere and that I could never be like everyone else I knew.
Last year I was the Environmental Club's Vice-President and this year I'm well yes, the President. I remember when I first joined the club in ninth grade I said, one day I will be the president and no one can stop me, well I did it...
I'm also the secretary for Argo Marine Science Club and the ICC rep/historian for Girl's League. I'm quite happy with my achievements :)
This is my fourth year in HS band and third instrument so I'm good with that too. Crap, I forgot I have to practice for this semester's marching season. Starting tomorrow I will practice an hour every day! I HAVE to learn my music by three weeks or else I'll get yelled at by my band teacher..don't want that noo....
AHHH! AHHH!! ...AHHH!! so many things to do yet I have to stay under control or else I will not get anything done, and if I do it will end up half assed.
I'm talking to Bunny (that's Giora's nickname lol) in about an hour so yay. Now it seems that my day revolves around when I get to talk to him. Sigh...love...it hurts so bad sometimes, hell! most of the time, but yet it's so addicting and amazing when it's at its best.
<33 Deisy C.
It's amazing how much I've seemed to grow in three odd, unpredictable but overall okay years...
I can't believe I'm applying for colleges like basically now. I never thought this time would finally arrive, I've been waiting for this since I declared I wanted my independence at 8 years of age after I failed to provide appropiate ID for renting a movie in Guatemala, as funny as that may sound.
I remember that night I cried so hard because I HATED being a child, I hated it all along, not being able to have control over what I ate, when I went to sleep, what I did overall. I had to ask permission for everything I would do and if I did something wrong then discipline came.
I am exactly 8 months away from being 18 years old... how do I feel? I feel AMAZING! I would NEVER go back for even one second to being a child. So many people say they would give anything to be a kid again, to feel so carefree without responsibilities and 'serious' problems (thought I consider breaking my grandma's medicine which cost like 200 Quetzales quite a serious problem at the time :P).
My mom of course is not very okay with my newfound well so near independence, she wants me to stay home and is VERY against me moving out for college, which is what I am doing without a doubt. The nearest college to them that I'm applying is well a good four hours away which screams YEAAHHHH!! CAN'T GET ME NOW!
For my 18th birthday I'm going to the tattoo place and getting my feminist symbol on my left shoulder, it shall be very very cool.
Today I talked to Giora in the morning for about an hour and a half. What did we talk about? I don't even remember, college, problems around the world, things we're doing next week, he's coming home (in Jerusalem not here home ): ) next week on Thursday so we'll be able to talk a bit I suppose since he usually spends time with his family but he promised to talk more than usual when he's at home. I really shouldn't be complaining though because we usually talk VERY much when we're both available, he spends every second on the phone with me whenever he cans.
His little brother Guy is turning 12 in September...it seems like a day ago that he was turning 11 and Giora was complaining about how bratty he was for complaining about several gifts he had gotten lol. I wonder if he's going to have a Bar Mitzvah next year, I better get the money ready ;)
Apart from everything I'm glad that I'm finally growing up to be able to help others, like I've always wanted to. I remember once I was at the park, I was maybe 6 or 7 years old and I was just picking trash with my hands and putting it in the trash can. Suddenly my mom came and started yelling at me for being 'shuka' which is a slang Guatemalan word for nasty lol she meant it as I was getting my hands dirty. Remembering that even back then I had an urge to do something, but since I was so young and my parents so naive about everything, nobody in Guatemala cares about the environment, well I shouldn't say ANYBODY because I did, they never really let me do what I wanted, pick up trash or help ppl paint grafitti or stuff like that that I yearned to do so bad.
It's funny how people can be so different. While most of the girls I grew up with in my semi small town in Guatemala (actually it's like 30,000 people but it seemed like it was 100 since they're such loud mouths) are stuck in the same cycle everyone else seems to be in, which is being with boys and destroying their lives by doing nothing and being super Catholic, I seem to come from Mars! When I went back to visit every 2 years after leaving they seemed to think I was crazier every time I came back. The first time I came back vegetarian, the second one vegan, the next one I came back Atheist, Vegan, and feminist...I think it was too much for them but they could tell since I was younger that I was somehow not even close to what they were or ever wanted to be.
It's ok, I am myself, I can't say I have always been since at one time in middle school I wanted to be like everyone else and started behaving like a boy crazy Boricua (Puerto Rican for all you that don't know what it means) girl O_o, but luckily I realized that I was going nowhere and that I could never be like everyone else I knew.
Last year I was the Environmental Club's Vice-President and this year I'm well yes, the President. I remember when I first joined the club in ninth grade I said, one day I will be the president and no one can stop me, well I did it...
I'm also the secretary for Argo Marine Science Club and the ICC rep/historian for Girl's League. I'm quite happy with my achievements :)
This is my fourth year in HS band and third instrument so I'm good with that too. Crap, I forgot I have to practice for this semester's marching season. Starting tomorrow I will practice an hour every day! I HAVE to learn my music by three weeks or else I'll get yelled at by my band teacher..don't want that noo....
AHHH! AHHH!! ...AHHH!! so many things to do yet I have to stay under control or else I will not get anything done, and if I do it will end up half assed.
I'm talking to Bunny (that's Giora's nickname lol) in about an hour so yay. Now it seems that my day revolves around when I get to talk to him. Sigh...love...it hurts so bad sometimes, hell! most of the time, but yet it's so addicting and amazing when it's at its best.
<33 Deisy C.

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