Rangers. World Series. Wow.

Is A-Rod gonna cry? Sure looks like it!!

Texas Ranger Prayer

Our Nolan, who art in the stands, hallowed be thy name. Thy Rangers come, thy will be done, to score against the Yankees as they play. Give us this day, our awesome Hamilton play, and forgive the fake Yankee fans who just suck as we give a Ventura sized ass whooping for those who trespass us. And lead us to a win. AMEN!!

RANGERS!!!

I've Been An Asshole

Yes, I know it's been almost a full month since my last post. What can I say? I'm a busy girl! Ha! In all honesty, I used to be able to write these things everyday. Maybe my life was a soap opera back then? I don't know. All I know is I'm pretty much a boring asshole as of late.

Where should I start? Hmmmm... Ranger baseball is my obsession. There. I said it. I pretty much kept this quiet for the past 20... 22 years? Don't know why. Apparently, guys like a girl who loves sports. But yeah, I've been going to games this past year with a few people (one that I will talk about a little bit later) and they have been fun, win or lose. I just pray they win Tuesday with another battle of the badass pitchers, but we all know Lee > Price.

Also took that Foreign Service exam last Monday. Not too bad, but the essay portion was way too short. I hope I did okay anyway. On to writing this essay for my teaching alternative application.

Love life? Non-existent, but you wouldn't know it if I text and email you constantly. Who the hell talks face to face anymore? I'm having to deal with that right now. He won't tell me over the phone or text, but he said it's a good thing. My stomach hurts in anticipation. Also, why would a guy send me his number with the subject of "drunk text" and he has a fiancee? Makes no sense. I give up.

I'm hoping to see one or two of my bffs this week. One later tonight and one at the fair. I miss my girls!!

Until next time.

Trying to Salvage

Tonight, I thought of him again. I don't want to, but he crept in my mind. I know this is going to be an ongoing topic, considering it took up most of my 20s.

With just a little less than 6 months left of my 20s, I'm trying to salvage them. I know, I really should just have fun, but I feel like I really need to live now. Just recreate them the way it should have been done.

I don't know.

A Letter

Dear you,

I don't know why you insist on trying to text me. Didn't our last conversation ended in me calling you a jackass? I still stand by that statement.

Please don't text me again. If you do, I'll just ignore it. I don't like to be associated with self centered jackasses.

Thank you.


XOXO

Technologically Attached

I constantly hear that I'm way too connected for my own good.

Tell me something: Why is this such a bad thing? Is it bad that I want to keep up in my friends' lives even though they're thousands of miles away? Is it bad that I want to keep up with everything from the latest stock prices to the scores of the Ranger game that's playing at the time?

And why am I the only one criticized for this connection?

I'll be the first to admit I might need to go to rehab for this "electronic attachment." I refuse to say addicted and obsessed because if I was both things, I wouldn't be able to leave it alone. But I know damn well I'm not the only who needs to go to techy rehab.

Just look at yourself for a minute... maybe an hour... and then look at your phone. How many times a day hour do you look at it, waiting for that text message from a loved one or that important call you've been waiting for? Once? Twice? More like over 50 times.

So don't say I'm "obsessed" or "too connected" when you do the exact same thing; I just happen to have a better phone to do it on. Or maybe we should just chalk it up to being envious for wanting that fancy schmancy phone that someone has and you still have your outdated flip phone. I'm not trying to talk smack about flip phones, mind you, but they are kinda outdated in this fast paced world.

End Rant.

Figuring Things Out

Just finished my application for registering for the Foreign Service Officer Test. Yes, you read that right. Just the exam!!

Anyway, I guess I should start from the beginning in my quest for my purpose in life.

Going to work, day by day, doing the exact same thing over and over again can take a toll on a girl, especially when surrounded by people who either make you feel bad/stupid or the ones who make you want to bang your head on your desk. Yeah, that tedious.

I wasn't until I almost got ran over by a hippo coworker who desperately need to tattle talk to the manager when I realized... I'm in high school and I don't need this. I'm either too smart or know how to play dumb for this job and everyone knows it. And I'm just kinda done with it.

I thought about teaching and still considering it, but I really want to do it overseas for about a year. Never realized that since I'm dark complected, I may be at a disadvantage. Plus, being Filipino, most Asian countries and Saudi Arabia use Filipinos as domestic workers (read: maids, nannies, etc.) and/or sex slaves. I really don't want a parent look down on me just because I look like their maid or something. Sometimes your resume isn't all employers look at and that's frustrating.

I thought about law school again, but most of the lawyers I know are either unemployed or in different fields. I remember talking to this girl at a party and she told me she was an attorney, but now she makes soaps on etsy and she's happy. Another girl I met, I never knew she had her Juris Doctore, but is now in HR at an awesome public relations firm here in town. I also reconsidered family law if I did go to law school, but after seeing divorces happening to my closest friends, I still believe I shouldn't help break families up.

It wasn't until my friend came into town after a stint teaching in South Korea that I really should put my degree to use. She was telling me about the Foreign Service Officer Test she took before she left; so I looked into it. There was one area I was interested in: Public Diplomacy. It just seemed to call to me just from looking at it.

So here I am after going through that process. I'm not really expecting anything out of it, but if it happens, so be it.

Anyway, time for bed. Maybe a hippo won't hit me tomorrow.

Night.