Birthdays, Birthdays, Birthdays

Happy Birthday Blog! I started a little over a year ago with this blog and I must say, many things happened. I can't honestly believe it's been a full year.

Abraham Lincoln's birthday is coming up this 12th, Cynthia's the 14th and mine, ten days later. I'm very psyched of these days to come despite all the hard work in reading, writing and studying that I have to do. I am just contemplating of all the hard work that will pay off to then celebrate during Spring Break for my trip to Las Vegas! I will be legal baby. I can't wait to take to the skies, to visit Sin City, see the shows and go shopping!

Here is a little something I came about in my Psychology book that talks about Mr. Lincoln and Mr. Kennedy's eerie similarities.



Coincidence or Supernatural?

1. Abraham Lincoln was elected to Congress in 1846;
John F. kennedy was elected to Congress in 1946.
2. Abraham Lincoln was elected president in 1860; John F. Kennedy was elected president in 1960.
3. The names Lincoln and Kennedy both contain seven letters.
4. Both Lincoln and Kennedy were assassinated on a Friday.
5. Kennedy was shot in a Lincoln convertible.
6. When they were assassinated, Kennedy's and Lincoln's wives were sitting next to them.
7. Lincoln's secretary, named Kennedy, warned him not to go to the theater; Kennedy's secretary named Lincoln, warned him not to go to Dallas.
8. Both men were assassinated and succeeded by Southerners.
9. Both presidents who succeeded them were named Johnson.
10. Andrew Johnson, who succeeded Lincoln, was born in 1808; Lyndon Johnson, who succeeded Kennedy was born in 1908.
11. John Wilkes Booth (Lincoln's assassin) was born in 1839; Lee Harvey Oswald (Kennedy's assassin) was born in 1939.
12. Both assassins' names consist of fifteen letters.
13. Booth fled from the theater and was found in a warehouse; Oswald fled from a warehouse and was found in a theater.
14. Both assassins were shot before their trials.


Pretty amazing and extraordinary stuff isn't it?

Good Night.

Game Nights

This semester, Andy and I have made a routine of going to Miner Basketball games. I started going this semester and then, before I knew it, I was hooked. So then I've managed to get some Wednesdays off to be able to attend to the games. Last night it was Miners vs. Tulsa, and I think it was the best game yet! Miners won of course, and they are one step closer to win Conference USA Championship! Let's keep it up UTEP! I would be cheering down on the sideline if I wanted to, but, not for me. Instead, I'd rather cheer from the crowd. Mitchell and his parents went with us as well and the game got so much fun.

After a tremendous 30/30 point half time the game got intense after the first half. Oh I love basketball games. The crowd definitely gave some of their effort to cheer for the Miners. My favorite player, Randy Culpepper, man, he knows how to dunk that basketball. He's a very good player. They all are. It's funny because he is in my Writing for the Mass Media computer class and sits right next to me, the other day I turned to tell him, "Good job last night!"

Here are some pictures I took with my Nikon.

Wednesday's game UTEP vs. Houston

Saturday's game UTEP vs. Tulsa
Mitchell and Andy

The UTEP Cheerleaders

Me

Shooting the last hoop

The Final Score!

Milena, Mitchell, Scott and Sammy

Late night dining and drinks at G2

Nino and the band singing away

Andy and me

David, Marco, Travis and Nino

...and so the night ended. I had just a few drinks but not many. I fell sound asleep.

Now I'm ready for some Super Bowl, Go Colts?!

Sounds...

Linda Mirada

Shakira

R.E.M.

Santigold

Empire of the Sun

Band of Horses

Colbie Caillat

Ms. Regina Spektor

Julieta Venegas

Belanova

Au Revoir Simone

Feist

Mirah

Jenny Lewis

Neon Indian

Chromatics

Lykke Li

Chairlift

A few of some I've been listening to lately. It's the usual but still, I love these sounds.

De Mañana Hasta Llegar A La Noche.

Que cosas tan terribles. Cosas hermosas, cosas no esperadas y otras, pues que dire. No puedo poner acentos pero en mi mente veo diferente. Extremadamente, y totalmente frio. Lluvia cae, el piso se moja y yo envuelta en mi sueter, camino de espalda hacia mi meta. Mis padres, los extraño. Y yo, siguo esperando. Los amo, los extraño, pero asi es la vida.

Lately I've been listening to my Spanish music. Julieta Venegas, Natalia Lafourcade, Belanova, Moenia, Cafe Tacuba, you know, the whole works, on shuffle.

Se me estara olvidando mi cultura, ja, ni al caso. Mi familia, es lo mejor. No tendre tantos amigos pero mi familia siempre estara y nunca me daran la espalda. Los amo. Y perdon por mi ortografia pesima que ya ni me acuerdo mucho de los acentos.

Hola Nikon

Buenas Noches a todos. Mi querida familia, amigo(a)s bueno, a los que les caigo bien.


Just a little something I came about this morning while driving to school. Read a sign that said, "The best way to hurt your enemy is to become his friend." Hmm, what a rather interesting thought.


PS. Felicidades primita Andreita! 16 años.


-Beatriz Andrea. ♥

Silver Night

After the Poetry reading down at the Percolator Cafe, I got a bit inspired and decided to quickly drive home and write a little story. Hope you enjoy reading it.



Loud clacking was the sound of my footing. A blue light surrounded the area. I feel the soft grip of his warm fingertips as they run through mine. We collide as he tries to go one way and I another. The orange of my coat looked sharp and bright as I saw my reflection of the Percolator coffee shop. Clouds of smoke surrounded us as we tried passing our way to the corner of the street. It was a gleaming evening as I remembered reading the news about the moon being at its brightest of the year. Cheers and laughter were left behind in the distance. Our slow steps came together when I looked up ahead of me, I saw the brightest object of the sky. Pulling my hand and puling me close to him, I looked at his dark brown glistening eyes. He pulled me to his chest. Giving me a smile, he held my arms then slowly bowing his head put his lips into mine. Slowly opening my mouth I felt his warm breath against me as we moved together. He stroked the curls of my coffee colored hair. Footsteps and voices surrounded us for a small moment. Then silence. The night fell asleep. Silence again. We reached to a stop. The lights changed from green, to yellow, then to red. Not a single car in sight. The tallest of the highest building was in front of us. There were many others. I know this place must be busy during the light of day but it seemed at night, the area had completely died. It was a lonely and much quiet little New York excluding the fact that I've never been there. This was the perfect Hollywood New York movie. Like a set with a couple holding hands walking about one block in the studio. "Isn't this wonderful?" I told Andy. Hands always in his pockets when he's not holding mine, stepping down the sidewalk then quickly turning to me again came close and said, "Thank you for inviting me. I love all forms of art, including this one right in front of me. I love you Bea." Smirking in return I closed my eyes and he began to brush my lips once more.

-Bea

Tu Fijación Oral

"Estoy aquí queriéndote ahogándome
entre fotos y cuadernos
entre cosas y recuerdos
que no puedo comprender
estoy enloqueciendome cambiando
un pie por la cara mía
esta noche por el día y que
nada le puedo yo hacer..."

Click Here for a surprise song

Always, since Shakira's first album, I've listened to her. She's such a talented Colombian musician, I can recall living in Juarez and listening to Pies Descalzos her very first album. For those who know Spanish, her verses are so incredible. She has wit, uses humor, metaphors, you name it. Though this Did it Again video is somewhat controversial, I like the dance itself.




I find myself listening to this album and I can say it's rather exceptional. She's changed her way of singing throughout her records. Before, she used to be more of a hippie/rocker and now she's trying to sell and be like Beyonce type. Well, that surprise song I put on top, is more like herself. I thought that particular song has Shakira's name all over it because that is really how she likes to write and sing her songs.

TGIF.

Beyond Time

As the second week of school began almost two days ago, my routine just started. Waking up on Monday and Friday to get ready for work and serve, while on Tuesdays and Thursdays, go to school all day.

I've yet to accustom to the daily routine of this winter and what will be spring in a couple of months. So far, so good. Except the days where my deadlines are due and reading and writing catch up on me. Like today. As a result of waiting to receive my rented books from online websites, I have fallen behind a couple of chapters in certain classes, among those being Creative Writing. Oh, not to mention interviews I have to do and my time does not cope with certain available days as well as interviewees unavailable to meet at desired hours.

As we discussed at The Prospector (Prospy) office, our next story budgets, The Valentine's Day Issue, I have to write a sex story, of course. My topic is rather interesting. Stay tuned.

I am patiently waiting to receive my Nikon camera. This has also let me fall behind an assignment for photography but not to worry, I have lots to learn once I open that box.

Curiously enough, I've been thinking about people at school. I would say a certain percentage of students have friends that they spent time with on campus and others that do not spend time with their companions while at school. Difficult to test and I may be wrong. What I do know is that I am one of those who don't really spend time with friends at school. Sure, I know students from classes etcetera etcetera, but I find myself alone most of the time I am at school. If I'm not by myself, I'm surrounded by colleagues from the newspaper while in the newsroom of school. The reason behind this is, most of my friends either go to EPCC, are not in school, attend a different city/campus or are in school but don't hang out with them anymore. This might make me come to the conclusion that they are simply not my friends anymore.

I simply don't have the friends that I used to in High school. No, not because I don't like them but plainly enough, we've all grown apart. I've grown apart. Today, I bumped into a friend of mine from High school. He invited me to lunch, I said okay. So off we went to Geo Geske (G2), my work place and we ordered lunch at the bar. Our conversation was the basic, "How you been?" "How much left do you have in school?" "What have you been up to?" so on and so forth. Simple little things that seem so important before don't really matter anymore. He was talking to me about some DJ's and some music and in fact, those things don't seem to interest me as they used to, I'll say, a couple of years ago. As one is constantly growing up, our interests shift from what they used to be. My interests have changed. As I look to others, friends from old, new friends, I look at the differences. I haven't seen some of my friends in months, I'm not even sure I may call them friends anymore since there is no verbal, non-verbal communication going on. As sad as it may be for me or for these circumstances, our surroundings affect the way we are and simply, life is but a mere friend and foe. My friend Andrea and I were speaking of that matter today via text messaging. One of "who used to be our friend" is now boyfriend of a girl that used to be girlfriend of another friend that was our friend. This may sound confusing, true, but what we found out today was how friends still date other friends from the same "little group". Interesting fact, I admit to have done that in my previous "relationships" or flings but I was 17/18 years old. When I turned 20, everything changed. I dated a fella that I wasn't sure about, for three months I gave him a chance, then came the end of March or beginning of April, I said goodbye. I wasn't happy with these boys; childish, immature, naive, and the "undecided". One thing I learned is they haven't grown up yet. Yes, speaking the girl who will turn 21 next month but I feel as if I'm older. Sometimes I just think they need to see the big picture of what life really is. What having a job really is, and appreciating it. What it means to work and to pay bills. It's the real world. I see all this death, chaos and disaster across the world in Haiti and some individuals just don't care. This government, as much as Democratic it says it is, how corrupt it really is. Across the border, how the drug war continues. Yes Mexico harvests it, ships it, whatever you want to call it but look at it like this, the United States consumes it. If you see me next time and we used to be friends, be a pal and say hello, there is nothing better than feeling a sense of contentment that you spoke with a person that used to be your friend a million minutes ago. Like Kevin and I caught up the other day when I bumped into him while he was visiting El Paso, it made me feel like I still had a friend miles away. That goes for Shannon in Dallas as well. I miss you and Happy Birthday!