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mono girl.

mono girl. that's my new title.  nope.  jacqui mae is still still a dreamer who can't write in times new roman 12 font no matter how hard the world tries to get her too.

but i do have/did have/still have mononucleosis, but probably not from kissing anyone.  i did just give my little dog a kiss, because she is "reaching the end of the line" as my mom puts it.  she gets out of control, just like i do sometimes, but her out of control is mainly not being able to control where she makes messes.  okay.  i guess i make messes too.  but at least i can hold my bladder.  my dog wets the bed.  so she's probably gonna go to heaven and wait for me there.

today i was thinking and drinking.

coffee, duh.

and i realized life is ... kind of like a math problem.
specifically geometry.  (9th grade honors with mr. clark, whom everyone called a pervert, but i still thought he was pretty nice, course i always got away with anything in that class so that is most likely why)

you always have a given. 
sometimes the given is just a random fact, like x = ab.  which doesn't make much sense, but then again, neither do many of the circumstances i face on a daily basis.
and then sometimes you get a theorem or two thrown in there.  those theorems..kind of like doctrine and theology i've been used to believing my whole life.  sometimes you just have to accept the theorems.  lately, i've been doing the "proofs" for those theorems.  going through and actually proving them by working it out on paper with a rewritable ink pen and a LOT of eraser marks.  i know someone's already done that.  multiple people have solved it.  but sometimes you just look at that theorem, and you think "hmm...is that really true." 
so i've been working out theorems since i've been back in america.
lately i started questioning the givens.  but this morning, i realized that trying to question the given that one side of the triangle equals 2 is dumb.  because no matter what way i look at it, it's always 2.  that's just the given.  and so i've been sitting around (or laying in bed with mono the last 3 weeks), questioning some givens in my life. 

now that i'm well enough to go back to class and work, i think i'll start solving my geometry problem of life.  because i've done enough theorem proving for the time being, and those givens are merely that. Given.

shalom.

Currently Watching Moonstruck By Cher, Nicolas Cage, Vincent Gardenia, Olympia Dukakis, Danny Aiello see related

We aren't here to make things perfect. The snowflakes are perfect. The stars are perfect. Not us. Not us! We are here to ruin ourselves and to break our hearts and love the wrong people and *die*.

what a freeing revelation ^that^ i for me.  i'm not made to be perfect. i'm created to be messy and to love.  to love G-D, who loves messes because He makes them beautiful.

when i was little, i would never move to the next level of mario until i had completed the  previous level 100% perfect, with every coin, every secret tunnel, and killing every single bad guy.
but i don't have 3 lives like mario.  i have one.  and seeing as i've kept this video game philosophy as  way of life, i'm wasting a lot of time on perfection.

and to think that i saw it on mulberry street

i´m a grand dr. seuss fan.  i still love his books.  when i was little, and to think that i saw it on mulberry street was one i read nightly.  today, i walked home from school, thinking what i would tell my host family about my day so far when we ate lunch.

and to think that i saw it on primat reig!  i watched a car explode! i´m just walking along, thinking about the pollution problem valencia obviously has, because look at those crazy black smoke clouds floating up into the atmosphere.

then i round the corner, and right in front of me where i normally cross the street, a little yellow mini-car is smoking... not even 10 seconds later, it starts exploding, and flames are going everywhere!  all the spanish people are yelling, and pulling out cigarettes (they´re all so stressed) and police men start speeding in, just sliding their little cars right up next to the flames.  next thing you know, the flames are going down the street, jumping onto the next car, and climbing up the traffic signal poles!!

sometimes in spain, i feel like i´m watching the sims.  everyone speaking in this language, and if i am not focusing, i´m not understanding...   today was like when your stove in the simhouse accidently catches on fire, and everyone´s running around panicking, not knowing what to do, and yelling in a foreign language...then the firemen just rush in and save the day.

ah the life i live.

don´t you dare give me decaf. or i´ll flush YOU down the toilet.

yes. i know it´s an issue.  and at some point in my life, i´ll probably need to deal with it.

but i have other things on my plate right now (last night, eggplant.)

so i was wondering exactly why the jet lag was lasting into the 2nd week in spain.  i looked a little closer into the issue.  and i saw the container.  the canister that holds our coffee.  i saw encarna  (host mom) pouring the coffee into it.  out of a.......................DECAF package.

i took matters into my own hands.

oh yes.. i did.

after the fact, i realized i could have just told her i don´t do decaf.

oh yeah.  my issue?  i normally drink 3-4 cups of coffee a day.  on the low end of the scale.  more if needed.  yes, it is an addiction.  yes, my head hurts when i don´t have caffeine, and i get grumpy.

so i went to the mercadona (don´t mind my spanglish...i prefer that to regular spanish anyway).

and i bought some regular coffee.

and when no one was home?

idumpedoutallthedecafinthetoiletandfilledthecanisterwithregular.

the problem came when i clogged the toilet.  let´s just say, i got it all taken care of before momma came home from work.

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pan y cebolla (all you need is love)