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*

"Today Americans drink as much bottled water as they do milk, and slightly less than beer."

hahaha

that's so depressing....we're more than slightly drunken, depressingly dehydrated, and sufficiently calcified.

who would've thunk? :O

read the rest of the article here:
http://health.msn.com/dietfitness/greenarticlepage.aspx?cp-documentid=100164226&GT1=10109

the list

tonight i learned that i had managed to get on a list. not a hit list, either, so i was fairly impressed with myself (since being on a hitless would be a virtually effortless achievement for me :P)

the discovery really put things in perspective, though. it seemed to make everything a little more "worth it" than it had previously seemed. it closed the door to the pity room, firmly locking me out.
i'm thinking now that maybe maintaining my place on that list is really what i should be concentrating on--not whether these shoes match perfectly with this purse, or whether that guy thinks you're cute, or whether you have a date to this event or that. just because distractions come in all shapes and sizes, and they're hiding behind every corner that you think you've triumphantly turned.

maybe instead of worrying obsessively about popularity or grades or appearance or a plethora of other vain, prideful things, i should be giving my spot on that list a little more attention.

you've gotta start somewhere, right?

:O

post-prom non-hangover

post-prom non-hangover hangover is the worst. it's almost 11:00 in the morning and it feels like 6:30...maybe that's just because i'm not a morning person. :P

i think it's safe to say that the LDS Prance was an official success, despite its careful and cost-effective planning that dates back to February. haha yeah...despite :P

three cheers for the prom committee!! :D

i think my favorite part, though, might've been the after party. maybe even the AFTER after party, which involved serious hose warfare and derek's discovery that spraying teenage girls in prom dresses with the hose results in a LOT of screaming.

and jocelyn, because i know you read these (:P), you still owe us a performance! :D

i finally figured out that it was a terrible lie that i was told that you don't need minutes to text on saipancell. i thought it was too good to be true. apparently i was right :P haha i need to go buy a card. i feel as if i have no right hand without the ability to text. it's depressing. :O

hmph.

the dangers of pink sugar

there's a mass of white, covered--no, doused-- in sugar, resting comfortably in my refrigerator at the moment. it possess tinges of pink, and is split in half by a sweet redness. along its edges grow modest clumps of flowers, in strange, sweet colors that don't normally occur on our planet. what is this strange being?

my birthday cake. it's HUGE. and only 1/3 eaten by the time i brought it home. it is now painfully clear to see what my diet is going to consist of for the next week. that is, until i depart and leave to my parents to solemn responsibility of ingesting approximately 10 pounds of incredibly sweet raspberry vanilla cake. i have a pretty high tolerance for sweetness (actually...that's a lie...i can barely sip a Pepsi it's so sweet) but this thing is SACCHARINE. the excessive sweetness is like...for lack of a better word..."WHOA."

so this afternoon, i'm just sitting at my mom's laptop that has been painstakingly plugged into the DSL (the laptop due to our computer's having crashed AGAIN...mom's convinced that it has thoroughly died this time...i disagree...i can still hear it grunting) and i see my dad (through the eyes in the back of my head...or perhaps due to the uncontrollable swiveling of our swively desk chair) walk into the living room with a large plank of wood. he then starts to take all the cushions off the little couch and installs this large, creepy plank of wood underneath the big butt cushion. completely appalled, i run into the living room:
me: what are you doing?!
dad: fixing the couch!
me: why?! it's working fine!
dad: no, it's not! it SAGS!
me: *blank stare* it's a couch, dad. it's supposed to sag.
dad: this one sags extraneously.
me: does not! *dramatically drapes herself over the couch, preventing further reassembly*
dad: move!
me: no! the couch doesn't sag! and now it's all hard! it's gonna hurt our butts!

he didn't believe me. he remained convinced that the couch was "firm" rather than in the butt-breakingly hard state that presently resides in.

my mom is watching television (happily perched atop the woodified couch) right now and i overheard someone on "dateline" or "frontline" or "nightline" or one of those linear shows and the anchor woman was proclaiming the latest advents in customer satisfaction, including "rent-a-husband", just in case a woman needs some extra help around the house. frighteningly enough. rent-a-husband. i'm terrified. i wonder if they have "rent-a-wife", just in case there are men out there with a deep longing for domesticity and willing to pay big bucks for it.