Being a klutz and owning an iphone.

I have an iphone. 

Well, i "had" an iphone, my current phone status is in limbo. 

I initially owned a blackberry, my mother bought it for me because she had seen her friends at work drop their blackberries on numerous occasions but they never ceased to function. thanks mom. 

Anyway, that Blackberry was very faithful, until i graduated, when someone gave me the iphone. 

That lasted for a couple of months.... and then i went to college. 

I suppose i should applaud the iphone for lasting longer than one of my relationships (ohhhh shooot, girl) but seriously. I was surprised that it lasted through a couple of accidental drops and the numerous software updates, i was proud. My very own iphone lived to see the daylight, it showed beautiful pictures, and was the medium through which i posted numerous facebook statuses, but the beautiful relationship was bound to end, i was just too in love to see it....

It happened as i was walking, my bag had broken right before my morning class forcing me to carry it in my arms, like a small child. As i was walking back to my dorm, i was conversing with a friend and received a text message... then... my iphone dropped and the screen shattered. 

A little part of me died that day, on one hand i kept telling myself it's just a phone it's okay. On the other hand, i kept telling myself, "IT WAS THE CHOSEN ONE." I acclimated to having a broken phone screen after a couple of weeks, i then bought a digitizer replacement, and had my brother fix it for me.... yeah, he made it worse. 

He ended up demagnetizing my LCD, thus turning the color of the screen black and white :(

As if that wasn't bad enough a couple of weeks after returning back to school after winter break (which was when the phone was initially fixed) i broke the screen again. 

My iphone is now black and white, has broken glass, and now decides when it wants to turn on and off. 

We have a dysfunctional relationship. And my mother just broke the news to me that i have to keep the phone until my parents switch providers. 

Here's to hoping my phone survives 'till October. *fingers crossed* 

Stuff my mom says

"Sarah, never date a guy who rides a bike, bikers are weirdos."

"Don't kiss him, Master's will get mad at you."

"that's weirdo s***."

"Don't you think, you should start wearing makeup?"

"Do you think her kids (The Duggar family from the 19 and counting, or whatever it's called) will all get scholarships?"

sometimes, i don't understand the relation i have to my mother. sometimes, i think i'm adopted. Then she says stuff like this, and it all makes sense. I love my mom, and the things she says make me love her even more. What my mom says is so honest, real, genuine, and even sometimes just out there, but here's the thing she's pretty much saying what everyone else is thinking. And i love that about her. Sometimes it's embarrassing but for the most part, i'm like oohhhhh yeaahhh that's my mom. Everyone that meets my mom loves her, and if you ever met her you would too.
I always tell people that we're the Gilmore Girls meet Mexico, because i mean.... we are. My mom is my best friend and i tell her pretty much everything. She listens and gives me advice, she doesn't judge, she just loves me and tells me what i should do or how i should fix something, and for that i am so very grateful.
This is basically a shout out to my mom.... soooo....  i love you mom.

Have you told your mom how much you love her?

A Thought on Being Mexican

Let clear up some things:

No. i don't have a bunch of girls with names such as "tiny" and "chuni"

No. i don't speak fluent Spanish.

No, i don't live in the ghetto

No, i don't like telenovelas

No, i don't have an accent

No, i didn't hop the border

and No, i didn't have a kid at 16.

Here's the thing, i love my culture and my heritage and the food my race has created. I just don't like how people assume i'm a certain way because of said race. Now, the occasional joke is fine,  but living where I do, where people talk about, "The Mexicans that came and took over the city!" it has some negative implications. I've had people glare me at in the store, some of them tell me i'm a great mother when i'm with children, others assume i love salsa (I hate salsa, and guacamole) 

And let's not sit here and act like making a Diversity Club is going to make anything better because it's not going to. I find diversity clubs to be annoying and pointless, "hey! let's diversify!" Let's not. Actually you're ostracizing people. Diversity happens, don't be against it. Now sometimes it takes a brave soul, but here's the thing when you set out to racially diversify a place it makes people feel awkward and frankly it's a little bit racist. It just creates this perpetual cycle in which we can't escape from the racism, we're trying to get rid of, we end up making it even worse. 

i love being Mexican. But don't assume things because I'm Mexican, it's racist and offensive. Now i'm not going to act like a typical person speaking out against racism, i think you can be racist against white people just as much as you can against blacks or mexicans, i'm just saying let's not assume things.

Here are some things i can do:

I can make salsa and guacamole that is, according to sources, killer.
I can wear flowers in my hair and look awesome.
I can sing in Spanish
I can roll a burrito

But, those are just the stereotypical Mexican things....