blessed

8:39 PM Song - I whip my hair - Willow Smith (I showed Magdie because it was tripping me out how she's only 9 and talking about going to a party and stuff.

About two months ago my mom asked me if I wanted to go to puerto rico with her to visit my grandmother, and being that same busy person, I turned down my mom saying that I was two busy with the two jobs I was working and two summer school classes I taking taking. Instead my mom took my sister, who (although I'm not 100% certain, since not many things in this world are) didn't seem to appreciate the experience much and instead got faded on the beach and who knows what else. Two weeks later, my grandma passed away. I find it ironic that the sibling in our family who least appreciated what she had was the one who ended up heading out there with my mom. The way she talked about my grandmother she painted her to be some kind of lunatic. I understand that in her old age and many health problems that she might have not been completely there, but she presented my grandma in an almost satirical light saying stuff like, "she was being so loud, she asked the same question like 5 times." It was that experience that reemphasized the fact to me that when possible we have to grab hold of the opportunities that life presents us with sometimes. When I say, "when possible" I think that that's where the problem lies. Even I, someone who dreams in concrete (tries to make everything work out somehow and accomplish all my aspirations) have told myself that I wasn't being realistic when it came to accessing certain opportunities or pursuing certain things in my life.
About a month ago my mom was telling me how she palnned on going to visit Milwaukee to visit my aunt because she was having a family party. Being the busy person who's consumed with a million things all the time, I figured that going to Wisconsin to visit wouldn't be a possibility. Suddenly a part of me found myself in Puerto Rico at my grandma's death bed holding her lukewarm hand, I could my people's music and stories eminate from each pulse. But it was only a vision, a fantasy that would never be fulfilled, and that's when I knew that I would no longer pass an opportunity in life that does not come by often, ever again. So here I am, at the LA Airport waiting for my 10:34 pm flight to head back to the bay area. I took two different flights from Milwaukee->Chicago->here, and now I' trying to study for my two midterms and transition back into the life of a student. I am thankful for the opportunity to be here at this point in my life, this weekend was wonderful, and I feel like I got a great mix of family, friends, and a little Milwaukee bboy culture all in a day and a half. Thank you God for these opportunities and I hope to continue on through this semester muthafudgen killen it in academics, developing current friendships and building new ones, and most of all growing and learning as a person.