You know what? I think i might take up blogging again... I'll use Xanga until i can find a better platform to post on. Besides, this already has all of my history in it.

It seems its been improved a great deal since I last was on here. I'll have to relearn how to post.

Quick life summary since my last post (which was from the first time I lived in Logan Square):
I moved two miles away from my cousin, which may as well have been another city... it was rare to see her and I hated my neighborhood. My roommate was someone i met from craigslist (which can be hit or miss) and she turned into an uber-turd. To put it nicely, we had our differences and we (or at least, I) learned a lot from the experience. Once she moved back to Michigan with my shower curtain, but none of my dignity, I was free.

I was free from my job too. I was one of the 2000 flight attendants they laid off, but i got to keep all of my benefits (medical, dental, vision, and travel). So, in my first month of unemployment I went to India with my boyfriend, Sanjay, and his mother for three weeks. That also was another learning experience... and to put it nicely, I hope to go back another time by myself or with one other travel buddy. The lesson learned was to never travel with a "mother in law" of sorts and to be prepared to be able to walk out if it just becomes too much.

yeah...

After that I started my job as a part time nanny and moved in with my current roommate and her adorable pets. The girls i watch are precious, I like taking them on field trips and teaching them new things.... My roommate has become my bouncing board of ideas, she just got her dream job and she's motivating me to find my dream job.

Which leads me to my last bit... I'm not sure what i want to do with myself now. I want to teach, i know that... i just don't know how i can get into it. I wanted to get into an alternative certification program, but I don't think thats going to happen now. So now i'm thinking about my options... I'd love to go abroad again and teach English... but i have these nagging student loans. I've also been thinking about the Peace Corps... which is a great idea... i just don't know if i could devote two and a half years to it... so i just don't know. For now, i'm scouting out craigslist and other websites to find a "real job", because as much as i love watching the girls, i just don't make enough money.

Now i guess that brings you up to date on "things"... all in all, I feel like my life is pretty good. I'm creating a stable social circle, which is something i haven't had since i was in mexico, and i've established a routine, which i find great comfort in.

Now onto thoughts about life in general.. earlier this week, in my spanish lit class, we were talking about a small poem. I'll read it to you:
Y cuando desperto, (and when he woke up)
el dinosaurio todavia (the dinosaur still)
estaba ahi (was there)
-it lacks accents, but im currently on a Mac and i cant figure out the short keys to get the accents in

I know its a super short poem, but it really makes you think about what that dinosaur really is in our lives. A nightmare in my life is that I won't be able to make it. That my success happened while i was in school and thats where it was wasted... I had jobs that i really enjoyed and i didn't really worry much about money. I worked hard at everything I wanted, and thats what I got. But with this damn economy, I feel like no matter how hard I try, when i wake up everyday that damn dinosaur is staring at me, challenging me to get past it. I want to be self sufficient, but it feels like everything is working against me. I'm feeling lost and frustrated. Every day, I come home and search for a job that speaks to me. A job that makes me excited... i found it, but now i just don't know how to get it. So i keep searching for "in the mean time" jobs that won't pay me what I need in order to pay off these damn loans. Maybe the loans are my dinosaur...

I'm curious, whats your dinosaur?

So every night, between 9:30 and 10, there is an ice cream truck that drives by playing the tune (that i know as) "Do Your Ears Hang Low?"
This truck is very reliable to drive by... but it kinda gets me thinking... it only drives by late at night. How many ice cream lovin kids with very cool parents would be out this late to buy ice cream? I highly doubt its enough to support an ice cream truck to drive around at these gas prices.

so my conclusion is that it is indeed not an ice cream truck, but a Crack Truck that makes a very good living in our gang infested neighborhood.

golly i love chicago!

ALSO! i just found out that my friend from Puebla, Adriana, is teaching deaf students in the Port of Veracruz ceramics... she says that it was my influence that moved her to work with los sordomudos (the deaf-mutes). I'm so excited to go and visit her class one day!! She also wants me to send her some videos of signing in ASL to help her out with her kids. So, thats my new mission, to find some useful videos to send her