Emergency Exit Only

Location: BYU Wilkinson's center
Time: Lunch time --approx 1:40pm
Occurance: complete and utter surprise and inside laughter

I tried to avoid it, but, I had to. I bought lunch. Five dollars worth spent on a spinach wrap with my wheat role--there is so much to do today and I am excited about the movie I will be watching later on campus Babes in Toyland. I don't even care that I will go alone, that's how excited I am.

I chose a table where to sit to enjoy my buy in the food court area on campus-- somewhat close to the window and layed all my stuff out( which is basically my backpack, little notebook). Once I found my location I tried to behave myslef: to eat as appropriate as i could-- you know, the whole whipping my face with a napkin and such, in case anyone looked my way...i wouldn't compeletly revolt them with my poppyseed dressing dripping along my face (classy, right?).

I looked ahead of me and there was this dark-haired guy sitting and smiling @ his laptop. I assumed he was video chatting with someone since his laptop was faced toward the wall when normally the seat was the placed in the opposite direction that he had it. That the detective side of me observing.

I also saw another guy, head phones on--enthralled in what was flashing across his laptop screen. He was sitting by a pair of doors that across them reads in big red and black letters: Emergency Exit Only. Taking bites out of my green wrap kept me busy, and I looked away.  That distracted me, along with doing the math of how much money I would be making a month for the summer if I were to stay in Utah, deducting rent, food,and seeing my not-so-great profit.

Video camera guy packed up his things and walked by me on his way to the exit, then he came back...(perhaps he did not find the exit?) and started walking towards the laptop-headphones guy....you know, the one sitting by the emergency exit.

 Video camera guy walked through those doors...the ones that you always think.are the perfect exit until you are 3 feet away and can see the writing that only if the whole building is on fire and if you have three people on your back and if you are holding a small baby then it's okay to go through them. When video camera guy was going for the exit...I just looked at him with a look of concern as did the laptop-headphones guy. Laptop-headphones guy even looked up towards the top of the doors and ceiling since he was facing the doors and was only 2 feet away from them max. He expected an alarm to go off--as did I.


Flabergasting.

A got over it. Until laptop-headphones guy packed up too and tried going out the emergency exit doors. He pushed against them with his "manly" force just to be reprocushioned back. The look on his face of strain and rejection was obvious. He walked away defeated and exited out of the doors all of us  normal law-abiding folk do since we can read "Emergency Exit Only".

I chuckled. Maybe laptop-headphones guy didn't have a legit emergency as did the emergency exit forces denied him and not video camera guy. I hope to be worthy to pass someday.

30 Minutes to Kill

So, the bus comes in 30 minutes and i decided I could waste my life away on facebook, check my already checked emails, or...write in my blog. Granted, I really have nothing profound to say, but hey, I have 30 minutes to kill.


This week has already been the extreme of long--extremely long. (Good one, huh? I thought so too.) 

I have had some pretty boring moments but then some worth talking about things happen to me. First and foremost, I will warn all of you who actually take the time to read my blog...to BEWARE OF THE BYU HEATH CENTER--Well, more of..BEWARE OF GETTING BLOOD DRAWN FROM THE BYU HEALTH CENTER. Did you read that with a cool voice of warning? If not, please go back and re-read it with enthusiasm and fright. Thank you.

Yeah, I had an appointment to visit with a Dr. Mine was really cute and old. Dr. B...something. He was very experienced and was old-school and sweet. I love old people, most of the time. But, yes, he wanted to draw some blood to do some tests on me. Crazy, right? So, he showed me to where the needles lied and I took a seat on this ginarmous lazy-boy styled turquoise squishy chair. A fairly young looking girl came up to me and all I can remember is that amongst her vocabulary were the words, "cool", "chill", "sweet"...and possibly a "dude" in there, but I think I'm making that one up. : )

So, I tell her I used to like shots. Until I had my apendectimy I loved shots. Having an IV in your arm for a few days and them putting it in uncomfortable in the first place can do that to you. But, I wondered if I would enjoy this shot like back in yester-year. I voiced how I used to love shots when she looked at my veins and said that they are "beautiful"...that was a first. I've heard my Densit remark on my  nice teeth, perhaps the hair dresser compliment my hair, but someone to say my veins were beautiful was a definite first. I felt sort of creeped out...but, hey, I like shots, right?

I should have know, though, that my beautiful vein would be in danger, and the fact that she called in beautiful should have been my  heads up to the lack of capabilities I would find that day.

POKE. Nope, it didn't hurt @ all and I watched the blood come out of my arm. She had to fill 4 tubes of my Diana-blood. So, watching as she tried changing the tubes without taking out the needle was sort of fun, until I realized she had no skill whatsoever in how to draw blood. The needle seemed to slowly shift out.

"You have a valve right there, so that's why it's shaking", she told me.

"It's shaking? Okay." That's what I said...not really sure what she was trying to tell me.

BUBBLE. A bubble of blood came out of where the needle injecting my vein. I guess she was not paying attention, but I was.

"Um, there is blood," I mentioned very apathetically.

"OH." And she covered my blood with a piece of gauze, not trying to fix what I thought was the needle point that had shifted.

When she covered my blood it was as though she was hiding her error. Within 7 seconds a gush of streaming blood came out of my vein where the needle still lied, dripped off my arm and left a four inch diameter blood stain on my favorite jeans. I was definitly  unhappy. I probably did not say much. When people are stupid i hold my tongue, and in this case, I really was not sure how to react, except with, "Um, there is blood on me."

She called the lady, probably the one with actual experience, to come help. This lady was concerned about me, and I gave her props in my mind as a patient for caring about me.

She asked, "Are you okay?" refering to the massive blood that was all over me.

"Yeah. You guys are just lucky I don't mind shots and don't mind blood." What. It's true. And it's how i felt.

So, they tried cleaning me up. It was a very unsuccesful attempt but what else could they do. The needle was finally removed.

She did not finish filling the tubes so it was my other arm's turn to get poked. Yup, in my beautiful vein in my other arm. I did not really mind. Poke my other arm instead of the abused on already violated.

Stick. Needle in. Little blood came out. The same girl. She did not know what she was doing.

"Looks like I'm dead," I said, since no blood was coming out of the needle nor my vein. The lady who was called over before came back, and told the chill sweet cool dude girl who was drawing my blood that we had enough from the first poke. I got to leave...very bloody.

Thanks BYU Heath Center blood drawers. My favorite pants are ruined.

THRICE

Three times, is indeed, the charm.

Today has been quite the interesting day. I had another amazing experience I could not ignore. This happened three times today. THRICE, since 7:17 a.m. It's 4:38 p.m. and I feel like the Lord is very nearby wanting to answer my prayers. I know I shouldn't say this, but, I haven't felt the undeniable answers to my prayers in quite a while...and this felt so good. I know He is there.

These things are not vital to my existence, but I like them, mucho. What are they?

1. my house keys
2. one of my favorite pairs of earings
3. packing tape

I woke up this morning with 8 minutes to get ready and to be @ the bus stop. As I tried to find a way to delay the inevitable of actually getting out of bed, I came to the conclusion that it was inescapable. The bus came once every hour and i had to get out of bed if i wanted to make it to work on time to receive money (so I can, oh, you know: pay my bills, move out, have food to survive, go to Peru this summer, you know, the important things in life).
I was ready to go out the door when I realized I couldn't find my keys. AHHH! I needed those to come home! I searched and searched amongst the books on my floor, the clothes in the basket...that is when I wished i had organized my room a bit more the night before crashing. Standing there and looking it occurred to me. I spoke out loud, "Oh, Heavenly Father, please help me find my house keys". Not too long after, I found them! They were in a bag I thought I would be using to take to work... I changed my mind in the rush. I grabbed my now very precious-to-me keys, ran down the stairs, and locked the door behind me.

Walk to the bus? No---I had to run. I started to when I saw something fly in front of me, and it disappeared. I knew it, and dangit gina...it was one of my earrings. Where it went, i had NO IDEA and had no time to find it if I wanted to make it work on time. I considered just leaving it behind so I could make the bus, but I couldn't. I cared about them...one of my favorites. What use would be one earring? It's like kool-aid without water--pointless.
I began searching where I suspected it may have landed. Everything looked white, like my earing, or neutral, like the sidewalk and tan dying grass. Once again, I felt the impression to ask for help. So, in my mind, i said a prayer: "Heavenly Father, please help me find my earring".I decided to walk forward. Laying upside-down I saw it and picked it up with glee. There was no time to find the back of it, which i thought i hadn't latched on tight and is why it flew out of my ear. Apparently, I had put two backs on the same earring in my hurry to scamper out the door.I smiled and began to walk towards the bus stop as I fastened my earring in it's original place--realizing that I most likely wouldn't make it on time. And, i didn't. But, I wasn't alone in that matter. A fellow bus-rider missed it too and we got our ride from my very gracious friend Johanna.

This is why I am writing this blog--or what happened ten minutes ago. I decided @ work today that my room is too messy, and no matter how hard i try to clean it and put things in place, it always ends up messy...again. I couldn't risk another morning like the one I had today.So, I decided to buy some packing tape on my way home, of which I did. I've been here in my room trying to make a box of things to donate. I started moving onto my next box of things I can pack now for when I move in April...but I couldn't find the packing tape for the LIFE of me. I needed it to actually tape the box together so that when I pick it up everything doesn't fall out onto the floor. I looked everywhere within the four walls of my room. I even checked the bathroom. How it would make it there, i do not know, but, sometimes i do things without thinking. So, after doing all I could... I felt the impression once more, and I said it, out loud, since I am alone in my room, "Heavenly Father, please help me find my packing tape." In less than a matter of seconds...He helped me find it.

The Lord answers prayers. Today, faster than most days. I love Him. Just pray, no matter how ridiculous it may seem @ times, whether it be for a lost earring...packing tape...or your house keys...He knows where it is, and will send you in the right direction if you stop and ask. :)

Fasten Your Seatbelt While Seated

     Zip. My suitcase was ready before the tires hit the asphalt and I started on my way to Florida--where the old fogies Rome (at least that is where I shall be residing for a while--in my grandparent‘s secluded community of retired New-Yorkers, all usually within the ages of 60 and 95.) I love old fogies! One day I’ll be one too. That’s kind of hard to imagine right now…being like 40 years older…wrinkly. I mean, lines of character. With my luck I’ll probably be better looking in 40 years. Hm, something to look forward to?

    Flying @ night is weird. I highly recommend it to those of you who do not like traffic within the airport of dodging strangers, waiting in long lines to check-in behind people who do not know how to maneuver their luggage (or how to control their children), and/or being awake during a wrongly estimated timed flight. But, I do not recommend it for those who consume food because I was pretty much starving on my flight to Georgia without being offered a beverage or even a bag of free peanuts. (The keyword here is free). Lucky for them, I was too tired to complain or ask for anything. I conformed to their scheme, didn’t I? How much money can Delta save? That’s probably their undercover motto.
   
    Well, still, my hassle-free check-in was highly noted. My favorite part was walking into the star-treky machiny thing…you know, so they have on record that a  terrorist did not make it past the yellow protective ropes. They made me step into a plastic dome, separate my feet to be on top of the yellow foot prints stamped on  the ground, and hold my hands up. I became five again, caught stealing mints from my mom’s purse--an intense accusation. ( I never stole, but it sounded fun , didn’t it?)  I actually found it amusing and futuristic as I stood there.
   
    The gadget probably doesn’t even work. I mean, I hope it does, but, from being a plastic machine that really seems more of a toy than anything else I hold my opinion. The people that work there need some sort of entertainment, right? That’s where we come in, the suckers that actually pose in that ridiculous bubble: hands up, feet spread, inside a dome made of plastic. I knew how awkward I appeared, in fact, I was going for an interpretive dance pose--be a tree. As I stood inside my glass house,  I laughed about it--smirking the whole time as they “made sure” I was kosher to board. And, off course I was. I got my feet dirty to prove it true.
 

  As I journeyed to my gate in Salt Lake, I had to stop and take a picture. The salt and pepper haired couple behind me must have thought I just loved my Burger King because that’s what I took a picture of--an empty Burger King restaurant on my way to my gate. Stopping and trying to capture a moment from 2007, I just smiled and stood there. In May of 2007 I sat at one of those chairs by the tables and enjoyed a meal as Hermana Tartaglia, with Hermana Gilbert and Hermana Christiansen. An Elder Thomas, Elder Mayr, Elder Skousen and Elder Strout were there too, amongst two others Elders on their way to the Lima, Peru MTC. I was a Piura-bound missionary in this airport and at this airport restaurant. Sometimes I cannot believe I have experiences what I have and it only takes a certain location to bring back the reality of it all--emotions flowing.

    The moving side-walk quickened my stride as I continued forward.

    Window seat--how do I love thee? Can you imagine being in the middle seat? Where would I put my head? I can only imagine waking up to find that I have used the big, sweaty guy next to me as a pillow. That would be a health risk in a big dose that I do not want to take. Did I just jinx myself for my next flight? Diana in the middle. Joyous. -__________________-

    It’s Georgia. Right now, I am in Atlanta, Georgia. It’s cold in Georgia! Stepping off the plane, eyes red and crusty from a 5 hour flight of in-and-out slumber (ooooh in-n-out…I want some!), I realized it’s colder in Georgia than Utah! (how does that work out?) I am wearing the only sweatshirt I ever use…and that’s when I’m sleeping or in my room. This big, ox-blood colored cloth probably made my little kids in India is what keeps me warm and disguises me from the world. Oh, what a hoodie can do.  Thank you children. 5 a.m. in a terminal--

(Wait. I just checked the tag. Thank you children in the Philippines for my warm sweatshirt. Yay for the Philippines! That’s where Liva will be serving her mission! )

Do you know what bothers me? Wi fi not being free in airports. Really now, I just had to pay $25 bucks for

my tiny suitcase to go under the plane, why would I pay for internet? So much for researching if my 1st bag would cost me anything. My studies showed me that my first bag would be of zero charge, when I got there, they demanded my plastic greens…I need to go to Europe--then my first bag would be free of charge. The only place I have ever wanted to go in Europe has been Italy.
     I will run through a field of sunflowers before I die…yes, I know: amazing art, food, architecture, culture is there too, but--I am all about the fields of sunflowers. I should write a movie and call it--Field of Sunflowers. Do you think Kevin Cosner will consider a cameo role? I’ll give him a call. Ha.

    There have been a few moments within the last 24 hours that I have had to get out my camera phone, point, aim, and shoot.

I went to the public restroom in SLC and this thing spat at me!

Have you seen the movie Mall Cop? Haha, yeah:

In Atlanta, I made a pit stop…and I don’t know what is up but, check out the height of this bathroom tissue dispenser! I seriously had to crouch down and avoid my tissue touching the toxic-germ-infested floor. They did NOT think this through:

My grandparents and I went to Mario’s Market ( full of Brooklyn folk and quality Italian ingredients) and this guy talked about how to make the perfect Italian sausage…

Still in Mario’s…my Grandma asked me to pick whatever I wanted amongst the pastries, so I picked this cookie that looked like a Peruvian cookie called an Alfajor. Rico-suave!

After making my Alfajor look-a-like choice this little old lady was like Winnie the Pooh….”think, think, think”--she couldn’t figure out what to choose and even asked for help. So cute! Ten minutes later we were in line to pay, I looked back and she was still there and still decision-less:

THIS ONE IS MY FAVORITE. I was just chillaxin’ with the G-rents when I looked to my left as we were @ a red light and saw THIS: Look at what is in her basket....so weird! (ans: a chiwawa...how do u spell that?) After I took the picture she looked at me and I just collapsed forward and hid myself. Haha!)

My Grandma showed me the most recent picture of me that she owns. I sent it to her in 2004! She asked for a recent one and I laughed out loud when I saw what I had sent her. Oh yeah, I am so hardcore *eye rolling commences now*:

And this all occurred in less than 24 hours………………………………

Sueña

DREAM--That's a hopeful word, wouldn't you say?

As I layed asleep on the couch on the 4th floor of the JFSB (one of my favorite buildings to go to instead of the library)...I was awakened by a song I had never heard before. Yes, I was listening to my own ishuffle...but, i had set it on random. Good choice.

This was the last song I heard on my ishuffle before it died, but, it was a pleasant discovery as i contemplated motionless before attending Art History today.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TDtlDi9L458 (the youtube video...listen to it...it's goooood)

I love music that makes me reflect on the kind of life I am living. Do I have dreams for myself?...Something to fight for?

What are your dreams? Do you go after what the voice inside tells you?

(For you english speakers only...here is the translation as best as i could find it:)

Sueña: DREAM

 This song is dedicated
esa gente que sueña pero trabaja todos los dias to the people who dream but work every day
para hacer ese sueño realidad. to make that dream a reality.
Un dia mas en la batalla A day in the battle
Tratando de escalar otra muralla Trying to climb another wall
Rodeado de sabidos y canallas Surrounded by known and scoundrels
Pero sigo luchando But I am still struggling

Estoy seguro que yo valgo I'm sure I'm worth itPero el sabor amargo del rechazo traigo But the bitter taste of rejection comes
No hay nadie quien me baje de las nubes There is no one can be bring me under the clouds 
En ves de criticarme porque mejor no subes Instead of criticizing why don't you rise up?
El mundo es diferente de este punto de vista The world is different from this point of view
El mundo esta a tu alcance porque no lo conquistas? The world is at your fingertips why not  conquer it?
Quiero que un dia digas yo lo conocia I want to say that one day I knew
Yo sabia que ese nene iba a pegar un dia I knew I was going to hit my dream one day
Lleno de fantasias, lleno de ganas, lleno de vida Full of fantasy, full of desire, full of life
El triunfo era inevitable, que dios te bendiga The victory was inevitable, que dios te bendiga
Y ahora que estas arriba no te olvides de lo tuyo And now that you're up do not forget about yours
Enseñale como hay que tomar puerta con los puños  teach them to take on life
Sigue soñando cosechando tu destino Keep dreaming to reap your destiny
y no te desvies de tu camino. and do not deviate from your path. OK? OK?

(this is the chorus)
Cuando digan que no vales, When they say you're not worth it,
Sigue nomas More nomas
No cambies tu rumbo dale Do not change your way dale
No mires atras Do not look back
Que cuidandote yo estaré I will be taking care that
Sueña Dream
Si parece imposible If it seems impossible
Ten la seguridad Be assured
Conmigo todo es posible With me everything is possible
Yo soy la verdad I am the truth
Juntos somos invencibles Together we're invincible
Sueña Dream

La palabra dice que con fe The word says that faith
Puedes mover montañas yo soy testigo y se You can move mountains and I am a witness
Que si yo puedo tu puedes juntos podemos ser What if I can you can together we can be
Ejemplo para que ellos nunca dejen de creer Example for they never stop believing
No te des por vencido, quien dijo que era facil? Do not give up, who said it was easy?
Yo también mande al carajo a todos, bueno casi I also send everyone to hell, well almost
Es que da coraje cuando uno busca el apoyo It gives courage when one is seeking the support
Y te das cuenta que estas solo en este rollo And you realize that these only in this roll
No tires la toalla por si acaso fallas Do not throw the towel in case failures
Termina tu hazaña y veras como se callan Finish your feat and really as silent
Toda es gente que lo hizo dificil All people who did it is difficult
Como aparece cuando ya no hay crisis As it appears when there is no crisis
A esa misma gente le dedico esta canción In those same people I dedicate this song
Si no fuera por ustedes no habria motivación If not for you there would be no motivation
Sigan hablando yo seguiré soñando Keep talking I'll keep dreaming
Inspirandote hasta ver un cambio. Being inspired to see change.

(Chorus)

Yo se que no tienes los recursos I know you do not have the resources
Que terminaste solo ciertos cursos That ended only certain courses
Y por eso no eres culto And so you're not worship
Pero dios es justo But God is fair
Ya a de tener otros planes Already have other plans
Para que su caballo descartado gane For your horse wins discarded
No pierdas la fe Keep the faith
Hay que ser positivo Be positive
Lazaro levantate que Dios te quiere vivo Lazarus Arise God wants you to live
Espero que tu objetivo no sea solo el dinero I hope your goal is not only money
Espero que tus motivos sean buenos y sinceros I hope that your motives are good and honest
Espero mucho de ti porque un hermano te considero I expect a lot from you because I consider you a brother
Tenemos el mismo padre y por el es que te quiero We have the same father and the is that I love
Por el es que este mundo me parece bello For the world is that I feel beautiful
Por el es que yo sueño By that I dream
Por el es que yo sueño By that I dream

Cuando digan que no vales, When they say you're not worth it,
Sigue nomas More nomas
No cambies tu rumbo dale Do not change your way dale
No mires atras Do not look back
Que cuidandote yo estaré I will be taking care that
Sueña Dream
Si parece imposible If it seems impossible
Ten la seguridad Be assured
Conmigo todo es posible With me everything is possible
No se la verdad No truth
Juntos somos invencibles Together we're invincible
Sueña (dos veces) Dream (twice)
Un hombre justo cae siete veces y vuelve a levantarse A just man falls seven times and rises again
Que clase de hombre eres tu? What kind of man are you?
Levantate Arise Sueña Dream

Naked Trees

I put one foot in front of the other as I gave a visit to the concrete.  THis would be another day of walking home from school that I experienced this past week. I gazed into the black and white of my checkered vans shoes as the scent of winter filled my nostrils and I exhaled, tilting my head and seeing the townhouses to my right I shifted my vision to the left. Ice. Looking down again I managed to dodge an ice patch and continued on my walk--my mind and eyes fixed upon a certain tree.


This brought my mind to another walk I took on my way home from school, only this time i was 4 years old and my Mother was my companion on this autumn day in 1990. ( I just stopped to think about this and couldn't help but chuckle.) As we walked hand-in-hand, Mother and Daughter, we admired the trees in Lorton, Virginia. In autumn, during this time, all the leaves had fallen to the ground and layed beneath the towering bark, waiting to be bagged. I remember this day she taught me a lesson in english writing, about the term personification. She said, "Dianita, look the trees are naked." Smiling I looked up at the pale wood trunk and branches that laid in front of a blue background, with their clothes laying on the cold ground...in the shape of rigid leaves. After that day, whenever I saw trees with their fallen leaves, i would happy proclaim, "Look, the trees are naked!"


On this walk of mine, as I continued on my walk--January--2010--I began looking at another tree just up ahead to the right of me. It was naked and because of that I could study it's body. The trunk, thick and secure and then it's branches or hands and arms. The wind was strong and as i tucked my head into my jacket avoiding it's piercings.I told my mimd to focus on my music I was listening to instead of how cold I felt, and then what I saw became profound............................................




"We tend to think of the results of repentance as simply cleansing us from sin. But that is an incomplete view of the matter. A person who sins is like a tree that bends easily in the wind. On a windy and rainy day, the tree bends so deeply against the ground that the leaves become soiled with mud, like sin. If we focus only on cleaning the leaves, the weakness in the tree that allowed it to bend and soil its leaves may remain. Similarly, a person who is merely sorry to be soiled by sin will sin again in the next high wind. The susceptibility to repetition continues until the tree has been strengthened."




Elder Dallin H. Oaks, 1990, Sin & Suffering, p. 5

A Red Day: Good and Bad

Ever since it happened all I've done is notice the color red, I even considered going up to the girl walking on the other side of the street to see if she found it. I did not have to. The red turned out to be pink...definitely not my color.

I woke up today around the same time I normally do...5:30am. I got dressed, put on my face to last me the day, and then looked at my scarves, neatly hung on a white hanger in my walk-in closet. Don't be fooled, that doesn't happen often, organization lasts only so long until i destroy it only having to clean it up later. With only a few seconds left before I would have to confront the possibility of running toward the bus stop, I contemplated between the three options of scarves hanging ever-so nicely. (I neatly placed them on that hanger, I know, another rock on point for me). I chose the best, my red scarf, from Perú.

In June, 2007, my fate would be a chalina (spanish for scarf). Location: Chiclayo, Peru. Serving as a missionary and spending most of my life outside than inside, my pensionista (church member who fed us 3 meals a day), Hermana Galvez, would very worryingly tell me how cold it was and how i needed to keep my throat covered at night, so I would not get sick. She reminded me of my own Mom. Very graciously she lent me her sons scarf...never knowing if he was okay with that, until I finally got my own. My ruby-red scarf...and it came with a hat (yes, and proud of it). I used that scarf more than i remember, in Peru and after. Compliments poured in over it. Yes, it's yarn woven together, but of all the bazillion people in the world, who made it? I still remember the face of the woman of whom I bought that item, and how we made an exchange that day. I gave her soles (Peruvian money) and she gave me a memory embedded on my heart.

I am quite attached to the things I've acquired in Peru (my coconut ring, the plastic earings given as a gift in Jaen, the beaded bracelet my convert gave me, the hemp bracelet received by a sister from the CCM in Lima, the ring a girl gave me when i told her i liked her ring...yup, she took it off and gave it right to me, my "te amo" (i love you) Peru shirt...the list goes on). Little pieces of history from my life, all with a special meaning, sentiment, a certain time cherished. It isn't just a thing, there is a meaning behind it, memories of who I was when those experiences occurred, and how it affects me now. I can even picture the people of whom I received these treasures in my MIND! ah! So amazing how you can never forget a face!

Yeah, today i ruined that. Sitting on the bus on my way to work armed with the necesitites: coat, backpack, lunchbox (in the seat next to me keeping me company), and my red peruvian scarf. My face squished in what seemed like the red sea filled with fog (a.k.a. my breath). Sitting there, I tried reviewing for my Music 101 test. My mind filled with words like: Middle Ages, polyphony, plain-chanting, In paradism. Arriving at my stop I shoved all my notes into my music book, grabbed my lunch box, took out my bus pass...and jumped off. Within one minute...i realized how many memories lied within a ball of yarn folded nicely together that once sat upon my neck...I left in on the squishy blue seat on bus 833 northbound.

I called UTA, got the bus schedule again and found my same bus 2 hours later...boarding and my scarf was taken. Not there. Disappointment.

The good news??? I've been in the need for ketchup for the longest time, and my co-worker and friend Celeste, offered me hers for my hamburger that i had for lunch. Yup, she gave me the whole bottle. That will be the only red I will enjoy looking at. But you know what?...

That's enough red for one day.

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