Saturday, December 11, 2010
I kept expecting that saying of "it's better to give than recieve" to kick in, especially now that I'm an adult (yeah right),but to no avail.I'm still going strong with the mentality that nothing can top the feeling of seeing present after present with my name on it(even if my mom spells my name wrong, it's kind of a tradition in my mind though).
I get to open my presents at midnight on the 24th because that's what they do where my mom and dad are from, thank you Hispanic roots! That makes me feel slightly superior than everyone. This tradition is genius, I'm definitely not a morning person, no amount of anticipation would ever get me to wake up before 10, let's make it 11. So really I've lucked out, open presents at midnight, then sleep until 11, watch tv until my body has basically decomposed, and eat crap all day. It's really a Merry Christmas in the Noguera household.
Sunday, November 21, 2010
Last night I was feeling down and Katy Perry's song "Firework" came on. It's like she was basically saying I know you are hating Microbiology and boys but you're still awesome Nikki. Thanks Katy, I know you were thinking about me when you wrote this because you sing about everything I'm feeling right now. Plus she talks about the fourth of July, which is one of my favorite holidays, and she compares me to a firework, which she must know I love.
On another note, HP 7 was AWESOME! It had me stupefied.
Monday, November 15, 2010
Can't wait to put this on again, it's like Cinderella putting on her glass slipper, a perfect fit.
Wednesday, October 13, 2010
Tuesday, September 28, 2010
Monday, September 6, 2010
Example 1: I'm walking down the hall with one of my friends looking exceedingly great at being a human. Talking, laughing, walking,you know looking like I've got things going for me. I make some comment to the friend and this hot guy intervenes looking all friendly and well ,hot.
Here's my thought process: here is some guy that's actually engaged you for an opening in a conversation with a great physique. You should give him some idiot one word answer so there could be no possibility for him to reply.
I don't need to go on do I?
Example 2: Never do I sit by any of the hot guys(only applicable this semester) in my classes. My brain thinks the exact opposite of any normal person. I'll just sit the furthest away from them, act repulsed by their presence in the class,and never so much as let a syllable slip from my lips to them. It makes sense at the time.
Example 3 (probably my favorite): Silence. Yes, that's right. Now usually in a social setting, this happens when the male in question has in my mind descended from a cloud. I should just be humbled that he was willing to be in the same party, state, country, solar system. This is my highest state of nervousness, brain function and body movements cease to exist. Thus, putting on the invisibility cloak over myself to the particular male goddess and even close acquaintances.
Don't think I want a boyfriend,but I do eventually need to improve some of my methods to eventually convince someone to be with me. Any tips would be appreciated.
Tuesday, June 29, 2010
Thursday, June 3, 2010
On another note, my latin self is almost over the hill turning the big 21. This a big year for me, I have one last shot to get on the Disney Channel before it becomes pathetic. Some names that come to mind: Ashley Tisdale or the brother on Hannah Montana (he's like 30 in case you didn't know).
I shamefully started a twitter to try to win some Jonas tickets, nnlatin, still not sure I'm ready to have people read my secrets.
Yesterday was the first day it actually felt like summer to me, eating, having fun with people I don't hate, and games. I feel like nature is finally inviting me to come to the cool kids' party I've wanted to go to for months.
Wednesday, May 5, 2010
Friday, April 23, 2010
He can come fix my computer anytime.
Tuesday, April 13, 2010
Land of the free, home of the Whopper.
Plus, how could I not have the best time ever when I got to go with some of the most genial girls I have ever met? Os amo mis Tias.
Tuesday, April 6, 2010
I shoved my little body through this crowd.
Gracias for making my Spanish dreams come true Selena.
Sunday, March 28, 2010
Look at how cool I look drinking Valencian Horchata. (don't be fooled by my springtime shirt, it was actually pretty cold outside.) It tasted nothing like the Horchata I know and love, but being on this study abroad has made me eat and/ or drink anything in sight, in fear of never knowing when I'll have another meal again.
Again, I plowed through this Paella and was not ashamed that I looked desperately hungry, and even ate the snail that accompanied it. It wasn't that bad either, but that could just be the hunger talking.
Woke up at 6 am and didn't get home until 7am the next morning. As you can see, the end of our journey was not kind to us in the slightest.
Wednesday, March 24, 2010
Monday, March 8, 2010
Our first stop of the trip was this little town called Coca, boy did we start off with a bang. Pictured above are the three boys that thought that taking a picture with them meant we wanted to have their offspring. They followed us around liked diseased little rodents, while doing explicit gestures expecting us to give ourselves to them. When that didn't work one of them flashed us with his crown jewel. Aren't we lucky?
Wednesday, March 3, 2010
2. Be prepared to be overwhelmed by the amount of beautiful men. Now this city is not for the frumpy people of the world, 8 out of 10 boys could be doing an Armani campaign at this moment. What are the Spaniard people doing to create such physically beautiful people? Unfortunately, the other 2 of the 10 boys will be ugly, but that won't stop them from creeping on you countless times, just because you happened to glance in their general direction for a split second.
3. Get ready to smell like sweat/smoke/sin/alcohol. I thought I had some idea of how to party, but apparently by small town ways are as conventional as the pony express. We got to Kapital around 12:30, a decent party hour most people would say. I guess we Americans have a different idea of late, most people didn't get there till at least 1:30. Just be aware if you want to actually see people at the club you should arrive no earlier than the time just stated. Another tip, If you want to look cool you HAVE TO dance with a cig in one hand, and your preferred alcoholic beverage in the other. I can't even tell you how many times I got burned by the end of a cigarette when I was dancing.
5. Avoid looking like you've been run over by the end of the night. Even if you don't consume any liquor, you still manage to feel slightly hungover the next day. Don't expect to leave the house the following day, so you can burn your clothes and maybe get a toxic shower. Will I ever do this again? I've already picked out my outfit for next weekend.
Sunday, January 31, 2010
Iglesia of Toledo