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I wanted to write a blog badly but I was short on inspiration.

I was busy last week though. Last monday I was busy too, writting a report.

And I'm still stressed and scared, because San Diego is getting closer and I don't know what to do. I;m scared of the future, but fuck it, I love it.

I want to cry so hard, like you have no idea... Today is one of those days when I feel like crying. I want to scream loud too. But I'm afraid I could scare the neighbors. And I don't want them to come to my house.

Last tuesdat was weird. I went shopping and I hated it.

I went shopping because my friends and I are making this origami based jewelry that everyone loved, so we have a huge order. So I wanted to go to Michael's to get our supplies. {I will write a post about our project later}

I hate shopping before Christmas, even when I just want to get a couple of earring hooks and scrapbooking paper. Specially because of the border. I have to cross it to get to Michael's, and the immigration officers are bitches.

They asked me where I lwas from and where I lived. I just though:

"Well, the thuth is, I'm from Angola, but I enjoy having a mexican birth certificate, passport and VISA. I also like the mexican car plates of this mexican car. But I'm african, really... and I enjoy living there".

Instead I said:

"I'm from Mexico..."

And then he asked me what where my intentions in this country, referring to the U.S.... so I thought:

"Well, I want to live there, and work there. But the truth is I've been waiting two fucking hours waiting for your non-white ass to let me pass. And all I want to do is go spend my money so I can help reactivate the fucking economy".

But instead I said:

"I'm want to to shopping"

and then he let me pass.

Bitch. I hate them. Specially when they ask weird questions like "are you bringing tomatoes from Mexico?" or "Did you know you can't carry more than one liter of alcohol in your car?"

TWO HOURS. I had to wait two fucking hours to cross. When I go there, there was sun. When I crossed, it was dark already. TWO-FUCKING-HOURS. Unbelievable.

The song of the day is Ce Jeu by Yelle.

Enjoy.

Karina