ice road truckers

my dad is in the living room now, enjoying his new favorite show. any guesses?

nope. not CSI. not Law and Order. not even Masterpiece Theater (which I always liked more than he did anyway).

his absolute favorite? "Ice Road Truckers".

yes, truckers. the kind that drive trucks. not just any old trucks, though. they go up to the frozen tundra of Canada for three months out of the year and drive these trucks over these roads made of ice. the catch? if they drive too fast, the ice breaks, leaving them dead and the road unusable. this results in a bunch of tough truckers driving these huge trucks for miles and miles in -40 degree weather at approximately 20 miles per hour.

my dad loves it. it's hilarious. he likes it even more when i watch it with him, which is what i'm going to do right now.

hmph.

better that we break

the most painfully irritating thing in the world?

unconditional love.

it drives me crazy. bonkers. totally insane. it sucks. it messes everything up. it's inexplicably inconvenient. i don't understand it, and if this much is true then it should obviously not exist. complicated, tough-to-wrap-your-brain-around things shouldn't exist! i think there could be a majority vote on that. it's perfectly simple. but back to the topic at hand.

unconditional love. shouldn't it be conditional? shouldn't saying really, really stupid stuff and doing really, really stupid things make it conditional? shouldn't just being a total idiot a large portion of the time make it conditional? shouldn't being undervalued, underappreciated, and underloved back make you love them any less? apparently not. painfully not. irritatingly not.

i thought distance would do it. i thought time would do it. hypothetically, distractions should've done it, right? again, apparently not.

i think it's just a bad case of masochism. honestly. who would voluntarily subject themselves to the unconditional love syndrome? a masochist. a self-proclaimed one, no less.

and by the way. if you haven't heard maroon 5's new album, your world is in need of some serious rocking. ;)

Te Mando Flores

Te mando flores que recojo en el camino (I send you flowers that I picked on the sidewalk)

Yo te las mando entre mis sueños (I send them in my dreams)

Porque no puedo hablar contigo (Because I can´t talk to you)

Y te mando besos en mis canciones (and I send you kisses in my songs)

Y por las noches cuando duermo (and at night while I sleep)

Se juntan nuestros corazones (our hearts join)

Te vuelves aire (you come through the air)

Si de noche hay luna llena (and if at night when the moon´s full)

Si siento frío en la mañana (if I´m cold in the morning)

Tu recuerdo me calienta (your memory warms me)

Y tu sonrisa cuando despiertas (and your smile when I wake)

Mi niña linda yo te juro (my beautiful girl, I assure you)

Que cada día te veo más cerca (that every day I see you nearer)

Y entre mis sueños dormido (in my sleeping dreams)

Trato yo de hablar contigo y sentirte cerca de mí (I try to speak to you and feel you closer to me)

Quiero tenerte en mis brazos (I want to have you in my arms)

Poder salir y abrazarte (to be able to leave and hold you)

Y nunca más dejarte ir (and never to let you go)

*CORO*

Quiero encontrarte en mis sueños (I want to find you in my dreams)

Que me levantes a besos (that you´ll wake me with kisses)

Ningún lugar está lejos para encontrarnos los dos (there is no place too far for us to find each other)

Déjame darte la mano (let me give you my hand)

Para tenerte a mi lado (to have you at my side)

Mi niña yo te prometo (my girl, I promise you)

Que seré siempre tu amor (that Í will forever be your love)

No te vayas porfavor (so please, don´t go)

hmph.

:,(

as i was contemplating what i was going to say in my oh-so-deep comment on henry`s blog (to partake of the deepness, see the comment. as of 30 seconds ago, it was the only one on his latest post), pamela`s boyfriend walked in the room, hands in pockets, looking exasperated. being incredibly polite (and wonderfully humble), i asked him (i almost typed ¨i pregunta-ed him¨) to share the root of his exasperation with me. he then proceeded to speak very fast and i got nothing from the explanation, so i nodded, smiled, and pretended to sympathize with him completely, a skill i have perfected upon having infinite opportunities to practice it over the last few weeks.


ew. i think they`re PDA-ing in the next room.



yikes.


:O


i guess that`s a pro to having a big house...PDAing in the front room is somewhat normal.


double yikes.

in response to henry`s comment--yes, i facebooked you, but no blogger update because it required so much effort and it`s not polite to blog when you have someone reading over your shoulder...which was the case when i facebooked you. now i understand why that used to make you so mad when i would do it :P:P

and yes, that picture does make me look like a monkey!

wow. peru is....COLD! it could be because i am a) wearing capris or b) have no coat. but STILL. it's cold. i resent cold weather. it makes me whiter and does bad things for my complexion. the feeling of coldness isn`t the bad part. it`s the pinkishness and the shivers and the humidity that makes you feel like you`re sitting in a freezer in a wet swimsuit.

speaking of wet swimsuits--who wants to guess what happens when you put your bottle of contact solution in your backpack without checking to see if the top is sealed? the result--a very wet swimsuit and a very wet pair of shorts, both of which must be put on in order to swim in the hot springs. the only problem? well, not the only one. but one of many. before you actually get in the hot springs, it`s obscenely cold. like really, really, really, really cold. i thought my heart was going to stop. i have a feeling it slowed for quite a while.

as interesting as traveling with the freshmen was (and it WAS interesting), the truly memorable part of life in arequipa was after their departure. and as much as i missed being constantly bombarded by dominic`s unsatisfiable need to tell dirty jokes and his and hee jin`s incredible but ever-so-slightly irritating fascination with beer and dominic`s tendency to tell the story of kento and the two sips of sangria twenty thousand times (that`s twenty thousand times DAILY), it was nice to see a different side of arequipa.

i`m reading this article on msn.com entitled ¨teen has one foot reattached¨. apparently the need for foot-reattachment arose after a gruesome accident on that ride at six flags that takes you up really high and then drops you. *shivers*