To the Virgin of the Motorola:

Thank you so much for allowing my humble cellphone to live. You have been most kind to me and for that I will be grateful and faithful to you.

What is this about, you ask? Well, it all began during an iPod hunting spree. My beloved friends (Ivy, Benjamin and Charlie) and I were out having dinner at the Chinese restaurant La Muralla China when we (by we I mean just Ivy and I) decided we were hitting Borders afterwards. This proved to be a great opportunity to go get an iPod, and idea that I’ve been tossing around in my head for the longest time. Charlie crapped out on us but we were faithful to our mission. I was left disappointed when I found out that Borders only carries iPod accessories, but not the iPods themselves. After this sad finding I wanted to check if OfficeMax was open…but it wasn’t. Giving up on hunting for an iPod on a Sunday at almost 9pm (I know, I know…) I left the mall premises.

Knowing me, I wasn’t done just yet…

There’s a video store close by called Video Avenue, which I have seen carrying iPods before, so I decided to give it a chance just in case. Since odds were that they wouldn’t have any I told Ivy and Benjie to wait in the car. I was right, they had nothing. I come back to the car and along the way I remember that Blockbuster used to sell iPods as well, and with Benjamin’s reassurance I felt confident that I would find that elusive Sunday iPod. As I’m about to get out of the car in front of Blockbuster I realize that I don’t have my cellphone on me and it’s nowhere to be found in the car…

“Last time I saw it I put it between my legs when we left Borders…”, I thought.

Holy Shit.

I drove back as fast as I could. I drive back into the very same spot I parked just mere minutes ago. “Isn’t that it!?”, Ivy asked. “I think it is…IT IS!”, I said with joy. Then, this is what I found…

The horror…

“Damn it, damn it, damn it…”, I thought. “Oh my God, it’s broken…”, I said with a very worried and sorrowful voice. I hand it over to them, seeing their horrified faces…when they both asked “But does it work?” in perfect unison. What do you know? Ivy turned it on and it works perfectly! Only thing wrong with it is its top cover which, as you can see, is cracked beyond belief. Oh well, I’m still grateful it works. It’s been dropped, kicked, sat on, thrown against a wall, and now ran over car. It’s a miracle. It really, truly is.

Raven: Fishy Extraordinaire

           It is no secret among my friends that I LOVE animals. I had my first pet when I was about 6 years old. His name was Lolo and he was a German Shepherd. I loved that dog so much, but unfortunately we lived in a second story apartment and our then landlord asked my mom to get rid of the dog. I still remember the day my mom made me say goodbye to my beloved friend. He was given away to a family friend and I was able to visit the dog every now and then. Six years after Lolo was given away I was given a Dalmatian named Topeka, which I kept at my grandma’s house. The poor doggie died when she was only 3 months old due to a heart worm. After losing two dogs I decided I would move on to pets I could keep at home and which I wouldn’t get so attached to. That’s when I decided I’d rather have pet fish instead.

            Being the wuss that I am when it comes to pets, I still grew attached to my pet fish! I had about 7 different ones (Comet, Ojón, Popular, Chinita…) for about 6 years. They survived one broken fish tank, 2 hurricanes, 2 tropical storms, 3 house moves, and 2 cat attacks. They were brave soldiers who never gave up on me, not even when I didn’t clean their home for 3 months or when I accidentally dropped them out of a water bucket. One by one they died and one by one they were cried over and buried. I said I am a wuss, didn’t I?

            Well, about 2 years ago my mom gave me my pet cockatiel Emma. I love her to bits (Ivy can vouch for me) but due to her being an attention whore, my mom keeps her at home while I study here in Mayagüez. I have a pet, but at the same time I don’t! So, 5 Días con Nuestra Tierra, a week-long fair that takes place on campus provided me with the perfect solution to my pet necessities. They have a wide variety of pets for sale, and Beta fishies were there by the bucket! So, I looked at all the available ones and after bugging Benji and Ivy for about 10 minutes, I settled on this one:  

 

                   Fishy! Fishy! Fishy!                                      Teen Titans’ Raven

 

              Raven! The fishy was named Raven thanks to Ivy pointing out that it has the same color scheme as the Teen Titans character of the same name. Being a fan of the show and an even bigger fan of the character made the name a perfect fitting for my new pet.

 

 

A new pet is added to the family!

Yet another!

 

As Ivy would say…oy.

 

Once again I find myself in the jaws of this thing called blogging. Thanks to my beloved “wife” I have followed the ways of the sheep and opened up my very own blog (LiveJournal, how I miss you so!). I have no idea what I’ll be writing about, I have no idea why (well, to avoid being pestered by her, of course) but I’m sure I’ll find my way again. Let the madness begin, the sillyness overflow and my blondeness show!