New York New York

What I wouldn't give to just get on a plane and run straight down broadway. I don't know what it is but recently i have been wanting to go to Broadway shows and seeing them. I don't even have to go to Broadway. I'll settle for a crumbling theatre in Los Angeles if it means that I can have the pleasure of seeing Spring Awakening, Avenue Q, The Lion King, Wicked, The Rocky Horror Picture Show!
So many shows so little time!
But most importantly, I would love to see Lea Michelle back on Broadway, or Idina Menzel, or I'll even settle for Jonathan Groff. Definitely Jonathan Groff. That man, even though he is gay is one sexy man. :)
I hope that dream of seeing the shining lights of Broadway will come true. If not I'll make it come true. I just have to. It's like going to Europe: it's something that must be done at least once in your life!
And Dammit I am going to!

Ugh Bio.....

Biology, or any science whatsoever, is something that just doesn't click with me. I can do awesome in writing, pretty average when it comes to math, but when it comes down to science, something just doesn't click in my brain. This will be the second time that I take this class (because the first time I needed to withdraw because I couldn't make it work).
And now this year is not looking promising either.
Hopefully if i decide on taking some extra tutoring sessions I'll be able to get this whole study of life.

There so much work to do!

I have to finish all of my work like crazy! I haven't even done my poem analysis and still have so much to do. My screen is open to immigration papers, as i am typing furiously to finish my poems. Not to mention that I need to finish some papers for physical education. It's hard being a college student. I can be the first to attest to that. It's nothing but long nights of studying or writing, or finishing a project. I can't wait until I'm done and hold that diploma within my hands, clutching it with both of them as I inwardly shout, "I have done it."

working hard or hardly working?

I got a job recently at my school as a tutor supervisor. I have to make sure no tutors go astray as they teach students the factorings of the square root of 4 or the common denominators between 3/4 and 5/10. Each single little math problem that I ever came across with is the same thing that I have to teach all over again. And that's saying that I do not particularly enjoy it, but I do have an affinity for it.
In other words, I'm good at math.
While working here with the math tutors and such made me wonder if I should switch to Math entirely. And become a math teacher.
No. I love writing way to much to completely abandon it out in the middle of the street. But I do love my job. I love my tutors and I feel blessed to have such a wonderful job. :)

Sleeping, but wide awake.

Well it's around two days since my mom decided to get up and leave to go to Mexico to spend time with the family, and boredom is slowly creeping out of the crevices. Jorgie and I want to do something fun, but I always want to invite my dad with us so he can enjoy himself as well. But it's hard because what me and my little brother consider to be, well, funny, he doesn't. I guess you could say my dad enjoys clean humor mostly, and dark humor the second. And me and my brother enjoy pointless and stupid humor first and foremost, then other types of humor and finally clean humor.
We're not children, we like to talk about junk and women's areas, and other degrading things, but my dad still sees us as children, so to pull a joke about penises is not something we can honestly get away with.
But I still love my dad no matter if he don't approve of our humor, which is I have to agree downright degrading of each other (me and my brother I mean). I love both of these two for different reasons, even if their first names are the same, they are entirely two different people. But there will be a time when spending time together will make them see that they do have something in common with each other (like how my dad used to have buckets of hair attached to his scalp like my little brother has right now).
I'll be counting down the days when a father son bonding moment happens again. :)

I wish...

Someone here would be keeping me company. Like i wish i had someone to talk to while i was stuck at home playing house (and by playing house i mean cleaning it).
The only thing keeping me company is my trusty Mac (which fell on the floor and still works, talk about durability!!) :)
O well, onward to tackle the dishes, sweeping the rugs, and unclogging the toilet (not really in any particular order).