The Perks of Being a Cuban.

Wow, I was on Emmaus. There has been so much buildup to the weekend, and now that it's over I can't help but think, "Is there ANYTHING left in my Prep career to look forward to?" I mean... Emmaus... It's Emmaus. That's a huge deal in most Prep student's lives. I kind of took it for granted when I got there. I don't like to talk about myself on an emotional level. And apparently lots of people on Emmaus do... And I thought that was incredible. I honestly didn't think there was anything worth sharing on my part.... My life isn't that bad to need to vent so openly about it. I think at home, while my relationship with my family could be stronger, it's not that bad. The weekend as a whole was tremendous, moving, powerful, and surprisingly, not that centered on faith. Which gave us all a chance to get closer on a personal level and not on one based on religion, which can sometimes be a fake, sugarcoated kind of connection. Often you hear in Church, "brothers and sisters..." And you take it as kind of an obligatory, "Jesus said we're brothers, so it must be true." But this weekend, we formed bonds, and brotherhoods, essentially, that honestly cannot be taught through religion. My small group consisted of some of the most interesting, amazing, and inspirational people that I will ever have the privilege of knowing. The conversations we've had as a small group or as individuals during downtime hiking up to "Mount Emmaus" or at dinner etc were some of the most meaningful and awesome conversations I'll ever had. I entered Emmaus reluctantly, scared, and very unsure as to whether or not it was a good idea to go. The members of my small group alone proved it to be one of the best decisions I've ever made.

Several times throughout the course of one week, I sit in front of my television, and mindlessly watch the addictive Fox programming. Twice a week, American Idol owns me, as well as the rest of the house. We all watch and sadly make picks as to who our favorites are. As of right now, I don't like anyone, and I'm usually good at picking. Picked Fantasia from the moment she auditioned originally with "Proud Mary." The O.C. is my latest Fox obsession. It fits every single "good tv" cliche very nicely into on hour each week. You've got your Ross/Rachel type romance. Your rebellious drunk lesbian. Your big eyebrowed almost-gonna-cheat-on-his-wife-with-the-exgirlfriend-he-thought-was-dead lawyer. And you've got the bad seed from the bad town. It's a great show, and I always feel both exhilarated and embarrassed every Thursday once it's over
The only reason I'm writing all of this is to avoid a VERY boring religion assignment. What does it mean to be Catholic? What kind of Catholic? The ME kind? That's the kind that doesn't go to church, doesn't share his religious side, prays once in a while, but his religion doesn't consume him. Or do you mean to God Squad type Catholics? The type the sing songs about Jesus on long car rides? The kind that when you ask "how are you" they say "I'm blessed, and how are you fellow brother in Christ"? That type? This is a very vague question and could be responded to very sarcastically or very introspectively.

I don't want to go back to school. I haven't been there much, and it's not like I'm doing phenomenally well in any of my classes. There are only a few things worth going to school over, Chemistry is not one of them. Ugh that damn class just scares me to death. I just dont GET it, and I dont think I ever will. I wish I knw how to study :(

Well, it's 18 degrees outside, about 30something in the house. I have pieces of ice.... growing in places. I bought a new blanket, it's a weird materials that feels even softer than cashmere. Of course my sense of touch is compromised as I cannot feel my fingertips. My room is one of if not the warmest room in the house, because I've had my door closed since yesterday. My dad told me today that the new unit won't be available until March 1. At that point, I yelled at him enough to convince him to yell at the Heat dude as severely as I had just yelled at my dad. We went to houlihans and target to escape the bitter cold of our house. I'm wearing my cashmere sweater along with a bunch of other tshirts just to keep warm. I'm getting even more pale, is that possible, yet my nose is red, I look adorable :-P We're going on a search tomorrow around the house. It's so cold in here that everyone in the house is now on the lookout for one of my nipples, as it has fallen off due to the freezingness :)

I'm going to crawl under my tshirt sheets, comforter, and maybemightaswellbecashmere blanket and try to keep warm. Wish me luck!

Well, it's official. My life sucks! :) Our heater has broken, and my bedroom is about 40something degrees. My sister has bronchitis, and strep throat, and this sudden rush of freezing in the house is not going to make her any better. The OC I snow on, that makes me feel better, I will envy them even more than I usually do though, as I am sure their huge house with the pool and stuff is a at a comfortable temperature. I think I just saw my own breath, isn't that special? Hopefully, ideally really, it will be fixed tomorrow. Doubtful, I think. How often do one of those technicians has an entire heating system ready to replace the broken one in the back of their huge truck WHICH could in fact hold the heating unit, but no that would be convenient, then the ingenious heat dude would not be able to charge for multiple visits, along with the installation fee and of course all the other fees he may encounter along the way... I'm so excited to see how much this will cost my parents... I can assure that I will never go on vacation again... Thanks heating unit, you suck.

There's something strangely peaceful about the sound of rain against my window. I don't like to be in the rain itself because it is uncomfortable, but looking at it, and hearing it against my window at night is very soothing. The sound also helps me go to sleep... that's weird I know, but I'm really not the most normal of people anyway

Today was a very interesting day. It was a regular, plain day in school. Nothing special happened. I finally was able to do my English presentation and that huge weight has been lifted, since I did fear that all of my observations of the poem were wrong. My Spanish teacher is one of a kind, I think. I hope. If there's more than one of her, the world is sure to implode. On Monday, she was looking through an exercise book. Not really exercises, more like different ways to stretch your body on/around a huge bouncy ball. Not for nothing, but I am willing to sell my soul in order to see her attempt these exercises, as I'm sure I will pee myself should the opportunity arise. Today, she was just as insane, and yelled a lot more.... fun. After that I went to my English teacher to see what homework I was missing since I was out of school for 4 days. :) And after speaking to her for 15/20 mins :) I went home and that is where this blog begins.
I will refer to whoever reads this as "dear readers" as that is what i saw someone else on blogspot do once and found it both hilarious and sarcastic. Both qualities I am told I posses.

I wasn't sure exactly why I decided to start this blog. I guess it was the sort of secret longing for originality? ha ha! I wasn't sure what to call this blog either. I was thinking "Robert is Dreaming of English Teachers." Too obvious a parody, yes?

I'm very exaughsted and conflicted. Conflicted because while these sick days were not enjoyable they were relaxing as I felt like doing nothing more but sleep, and collapsed into bed several times throughout the course of each day. I also, however, want to go back to school, not because i miss it, but because I need to. NEED TO. When I think of all the work I'm missing i get very nervous, feraring that I may never catch up. An image of me , asleep, at my desk, my face burried in my chemistry book, while drool ruins page 211. I've kind of missed the people as well, aww! haha