The Fault in our Stars...?

Over the last couple of days, I've been having a spectacular time just being me.

I made a decision to watch two movies I never thought I would ever watch for purely mainstream reasons.

However, I am being presently surprised by how good the movie "The Fault in our Stars" is. The guy, Augustus, is so cute and adorable in such a hollywood-yet-realistic type of way, it makes you wonder if you'll ever meet someone like him in your life.

HOWEVER, Ryan White is not far off. Actually, Ryan White, is so much more sentimental, caring and affectionate. Not to mention attractive.
My fellow blog readers, I do not wish to bore you with special details of how incredibly amazing my Ryan is. But the point of this particular blog post is that I do strongly believe that EVERYONE has a special someone in their life. If you're reading this, just know that you shouldn't give up on finding your special someone because HE/SHE IS out there and it wouldn't be fair for you to just...give up.

To find a special guy that will call you gorgeous and make you laugh over silly things. To find a girl that will make you feel like the courageous and valiantly handsome guy you are. Is this not what you want? Please don't give up. I know this is a cheesy blog post (I'm sorry! I'll go back to racial topics soon, I promise!) but tonight, I'd like to remind you not to give up hope. Love will find it's way to you soon! And even if the love of your life is only in this world for a short amount of time, that time will be your perfect infinity. Completely irreplaceable to cherish for as long as you live.

Until next time,

The Little Mexican Girl 🌸

He birthed me

Talking on the phone with my dad is kind of an awesome experience. As it is, most guys in my life are not big fans of talking (is it just me?) so when he actually speaks more than the average greetings.....WOW!

This particular conversation included food, my mother, my sisters, and everyone he thinks is special in my life. It made me realize a lot of things... so here goes:

1. COOKING CAN PRESERVE CULTURE!!!

omg!!! Beans, fajitas, rice, milanesas, carne molida, chile hecho en el molcajete, quesadillas a la plancha, pollo asado, and so many more Mexican dishes provided for an interesting conversation with my dad:) Needless to say, I will be trying some new recipes soon!

2. MY MOMMY LOVES ME!!!

My wonderful mami is currently in the motherland dealing with terreno issues with my overly zealous abuelita and I miss her terribly. I know it's bad, but it makes me happy to know that she is missing us too. Hopefully it'll mean she'll come home sooner. Prayers for a safe return home are definitely appreciated!

3. MY SISTERS ARE OBNOXIOUS!!!

Honestly, the title says all. Unfortunately, the stories between my sisters and I are not internet appropriate so I won't say... but maybe next time ;)

4. BEING A MEXICAN AMERICAN IS HARD!

My blog will mainly consist of race issues so obviously this topic was approached in the conversation between my dad and I. Honestly, if I could meet more people who are going through the same thought processes concerning the current hate-filled Northern American mindset, that would be great.






And lastly... 5. Even though it hurts, people will not always like you, despite your great personality and fantastic charisma.


I've let people's opinion of me matter too much for such a long period of my life.
It's crazy.
But honestly, I'd like to thank everybody out there who has purposefully tried to see me fail.
Without you guys, I probably wouldn't have the strength to stand on my own, and in the process, I've learned the true meaning of what being a loyal friend is. So again I say, thank you cruel high school teenagers of my past. I know I wasn't perfect. I know I messed up in my own ways but that did not give you guys the right to gloat and take advantage of my failures. In the end, I was the one that felt at peace because I prevailed. And I have my precious God, my loving supporting family, and a couple of misfits I've met along the way that have stuck with me through the end.


Until next time,
 The Little Mexican Girl ✿


p.s. My family and I got a new winnie dog!!!

Unexpected losses, Surprising beginnings

As this semester draws to an end, college students everywhere are struggling with maintaining their grades as high as possible. Here at Sam, the struggle is real for some students who are still attempting to even pass a few of their classes. I am one of those students and boy, oh boy, is it a daunting prospect. Of course, it doesn't help when there is wonderful distractions such as rodeos, my boyfriend, and just recently, the Texas Renaissance Festival...
What I am going with all this is actually quite simple.

College is the highlight of most lifetimes here on earth.

Thinking back a couple years, I see how much things have changed. During this time of my life friends will come and go. Even friends you thought you would have never imagined saying goodbye too. A couple months ago, I lost one of the greatest people I've ever had the privilege to share 4 years of my life with. I can honestly say that with her, other lifelong companions, such as peanut butter and jelly wouldn't have ever stood a chance against the friendship we had.
But alas, here I am. And there she is.
If you're reading this, trust me when I say that I am not angry and I am not asking for sympathy. It's just interesting to see that from one second to the next, people will just be completely gone from your life and it's even more interesting to see that sooner or later we go from missing them, to occasionally thinking about them, to not even remembering them at all, despite how special they might have been at the time of precious camaraderie.

(3 years ago at The Texas Renaissance Festival)

The good news, though, is that someone better will always follow.

College is the time to experience new things and meet an enormous amount of new people. The great thing about meeting new people is that you are guaranteed to make long lasting friendships with a handful of them. That doesn't mean that you should forget about your old friendships though, because trust me when I say that those that stick around will be the most loyal friends you'll ever have.

I guess the inspiration for this blog is that just yesterday, I almost lost my favorite friend. It was so scary and so real. Falling in love with your best friend is already a crazy thing to happen, and pursuing a relationship with them is even scarier. But then to suddenly have to say goodbye after 11 years of friendship? Unbearable. I can't say that I would have been able to recuperate from that too well, and especially not at all quickly.

Again I will say, college is the highlight of most lifetimes here on earth. Live yours abundantly and don't let failed friendships bring you down. Before you know it, the "mature" adulthood lifestyle will catch up with you and you will have an ongoing list of regrets and adventures you never knew were possible to explore.

Until next time,

The Little Mexican Girl ✿




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Dear uniquely special reader, 

I hope that one day you will be courageous enough to comment on my blog and share your thoughts with me as well. I strongly believe that all persons on earth have a distinctive reason to exist and it would be my greatest pleasure to view the world from your perspective, especially if you are a college student like me. However, that does not exclude younger or older parties. The more the merrier!

*CAMERA FLASHES!!* Aaaaaaaaand action!!!

Soooo being new at this whole blogging thing, I figure I should at least start with a couple of things that I feel are... let's say, "significant" about me.

• I am 4'10
• I love Chinese food
• I am a Psychology student 

and oh yeah... I'm predominantly Mexican.

Now the reason why I say that I am predominantly Mexican is because I grew up in a small little town inside one of the most populated cities in North America. Not Mexico. Most of the time, it's not such a bad thing because I notice just how much America is spoiled when it comes to having a variety of options. Options in careers, lifestyles, food choices, and my all time favorite...*drum roll* variety in ethnicity.

E-T-H-N-I-C-I-T-Y

This 9 letter word has shaped the way I see the world on so many levels. Black hair, blonde hair. Dark skin, light skin, medium skin. Everyone that I come across looks so different, despite their ethnicity, yet living here in America, I feel like I am constantly seen as a nuisance and unimportant because of my Hispanic culture.

Yes, I am a Mexican American. I love it most days, and I hate it others. I love knowing that I know two languages and that I grew up with both tacos and hamburgers. (Legit tacos, not that Taco Bell stuff) I love having light skin and dark hair. I love that I am in an awesome university that has so many awesome and awkward opportunities for me to explore. It would honestly all be worth it if it wasn't for the constant feeling of disapproval all around me.

I realize that this disapproval mainly comes from the fact that my culture tends to be ignorant when it comes to being socially acceptable in matters of civility. Mexican men idolize the arrogant ways of machismo and women will submit to their husbands, despite their own happiness, and become bitter with their lives. Then there's the obvious matters of drug cartels all over the mother land that is Mexico and all the immigration stories we hear on the news. If you are not Mexican or if you are not foreign to this country (USA), you will never be able to truly experience the horror that it means to give up all that you know for the sake of a better future. Many of my people have died in the hopes of having a better life here in America and those who succeeded in crossing the border are only treated like vermin. I know that I am lucky. Not lucky, blessed. I am blessed to have such an awesome family that actually tries to be a positive attribute to society and not a nuisance.

Something I don't ever look forward to is when I go to a simple shopping trip to my local Wal-Mart and I can feel someone staring me down because of how I look. Granted, I am pretty short for my age considering North American standards so I know some of those stares are because of my height but honestly, most of them are not. I am currently living in a very beautiful small town that happens to be predominantly white so I can say with no regrets that this place is not home and probably never will be. However, that does not mean that I can't appreciate it's beauty and everyone who lives here.

I guess what I am trying to say with all this is that I really wish there was more acceptance. Are you really not going to like someone because they are different than you are? I hope that one day I won't have to feel like I'm sticking out like a sore thumb in American society. The US is a very beautiful country and the patriotism is literally off the charts. It really sucks that acceptance is not something that is often practiced because I know in my heart that we would all benefit from it in more ways than one.

Take it from someone who is dating a wonderful and incredibly handsome Caucasian guy that is so white, his last name also happens to be White.



Until next time,

The Little Mexican Girl ✿