Uber Ride Anecdotes (Part 1)

I use Uber. A lot. I literally take an Uber for like 1km that I could perfectly walk. You’re welcome, Uber… You’re very, very, welcome.

This is not a post to trash the agency. I actually enjoy the service they provide, and the fact that it is a very easy way to meet new people is awesome -specially for a person that has a bit of a hard time socializing, like me! Nevertheless, I do believe it would be a far more entertaining post if I write about “strange experiences”, than just “I just had the most pleasant ride from point A to point B. The guy gave me a mint and a bottle of water, and remained quiet the entire ride”

I will not provide the names of the drivers – that would be rude. (And illegal)

12/29/2016, 8:18 am. “Why are you ignoring me?”

Backstory: I was going to a job interview. I was blonde at the time. It was, overall, a nice conversation. He asked me were I was going, I explained to an interview, he wished me the best of luck.
“Even though, a beautiful blond girl like you doesn’t really need luck. You seem smart, and anyone would be lucky to have you as a co-worker… or lover” -heh, great. Awesome.
I had a candy -from mexico, called “Gloria” (best candy EVER), and gave it to him as a thank you courtesy  for his ride. He thanked, smiled, and left.
He then later started to text me -all day long. I decided to just not answer… he later asked me why was I ignoring him… If he “misread any signal” I gave him
Dude, I just gave you a goat’s milk candy. Back off.


2/8/2017 7:40 pm. Valentine’s advice.

“Do you have a boyfriend, young lady?”
-yes, since almost 3 years ago haha
“Well, for Valentine’s day, I’m taking my wife to a motel. There is a very nice one near where I just picked you up. It has a pole in the middle of the room. It’s a whole new experience. Think about it… It spices up the relationship.”

Thank you sir. Thank you…
(I just gave my boyfriend a box full of chocolates -which ended up in my stomach because I got my period)


4/7/2017 10:01 pm. Long Distance Relationship

“I have a Mexican girlfriend. I’ve never met her in real life though… We just write to each other by whatsapp. But since my wife left me, she’s the only person that has made me actually smile”

4/18/2017 6:45 pm. “Marihuana is bad”

Backstory: A few guys got intoxicated with k2 in a bar. So, my uber driver thought it was a great way to teach me a lesson about drugs, being young and experimentation.

“Marihuana? MARIHUANA???? GOD FORBID!!! I would never even dare to smoke that shit. My ride is coke. But marihuana? that’s just plain wrong.”

I have a bunch of more stories, but lets leave that for another time, eh?



I hope this post is a short… tomorrow I gotta work, and don’t have much time to stay awake.

When you love someone -when you really, really, love someone, the thing you want more is for them to be happy. You try to do anything possible, to get a smile out of that person… and when you see that person (friend, family or significant other) struggling with anything, it also seems to hurt you. So since right now I feel absolutely powerless, and your response to when I asked if you were ok and needed anything was “fuck off”, I decided to vent out another way.

I’m a pusher. I have issues making friends, I have issues keeping them, and I have issues expressing myself to them (I always tend to push everyone away, no fucks given). I have hurt many people, and always had trouble when trusting someone -even my own family, until I found you (lol, too cheesy, sorry)

You see, you’ve been there for so long. You’ve taken care of me countless ways -given me hope, advice, support. You’ve been the only person that has seen me cry for hours, and know how to calm me down. You’re the only person that is not afraid to stand up to me when I’m losing my mind, and you have earned my respect for that and I look up to you for knowing always what to do. You’re the first person I go to, to give good -and bad, news. You’re my confident, my one and only best friend. Regardless of anything, you’ve always been there. You’ve stopped me from killing myself, helped me overcome my self harm issues, fed me when I’ve refused to eat… you’ve been my rock.

You’ve always been strong, and yes, you have your lows, and you always overcome your circumstances. I’ve seen you grow, I’ve seen you mature… And I’ve noticed your change. You now drink more, smoke more, have more issues with your anger, and are a bit more quiet than usual -even your eyes have changed… I ask you what’s wrong, you tell me to fuck off. I know something’s wrong. I’m not stupid. I see you. We’ve known each other for years, c’mon.

Your house has changed, everything is different, everything feels tense… everyone tries to smile, but they all seem dead. Your mother is weirder, your oldest sister is angrier than usual, your middle sister seems to never be at home no more, your cousin is more douchey than what he normally is… and your dad? He’s …distant.

And yes, it hurts me to see that. I lived with you, they became my family too, you know? I felt actually at home. Now? Now everything feels… strange.

I don’t care about the details, I don’t care about what is going on. But I do care about your wellbeing, and I refuse to leave. I respect if you don’t want to talk about it, and I will not insist. But you got to know this: I will not leave you alone. I will be the same strength you’ve been for me. I’ll keep stroking your hair, hugging you and kissing your forehead. I’ll keep telling you that you’re appreciated and loved -by a lot of people. I’ll keep watching you play video games and asking stupid questions like “what is the objective in FIFA?” and “can’t you customize the main character?”, and listening to your stories about the dumb people at work. I’ll keep helping you whenever you’re too drunk to even breathe. And I’ll do my best to be the same support you’ve been to me.

You don’t have to talk to me, you don’t have to cry on my shoulder and scream. I will not leave you alone, don’t you try to push me away. So just know that I am here for you. 

How to waste your paycheck in less than 24 hours 

If you want to see my rant before I got paid, check my last post. If not, continue reading.

How to waste your paycheck in less than 24 hours

  • Wait for your payday

This means: work your ass off until you get paid.

  • Buy a New Nintendo 3Ds

Buy a $230 electronic device that you will use to deprive yourself from social interaction… the same as you do when putting on headphones to listen to music, or read your favorite book or manga.

  • Buy a smoothie

Because hey, gurl. You diserve a piña colada smoothie without alcohol. You got yelled at today for having a slight latin accent in a call. Go get that smoothie, it will be alright. It will all be alright.

  • Go to the doctor

Check your ovaries that want to murder you. Get some prescription birthcontrol pills that will help you get rid of your stones, acne and regulate your irregular monthly hemorrhage.

Payroll (a small rant)

I work at a company that disburses money to banks on a certain date, so a client pays their bank on time.

My company should do the same, when its about paying us… the employees.

They should do the same gosh darn thing, and pay us when were told we’re getting paid. Things like this only show irresponsibility and low appreciation towars us, the workers that make your company the “good” company we are.

If you want us to be nice and happy, treat us how we deserve to be treated. I find it quite disrespectful that last time you payed us a few hours late (which we forgave because at least you payed us before the end of the day), and now you say that we’re not getting paid today because of some unknown issue???

This, is just a slap in the face, from you to us, and a huge “fuck you, employees.”

Fuck us, if we have our own health and financial issues and need the goshdarn fucking money.

Oh, but there is nothing to worry about… in the next days we may get an “Apology letter and a how that is not going to happen again”

Well… you know what?? Screw the letter. Make it a paper ball and shove it up your asses

I don’t want a goddamn letter.

I want my money.

I want my goddamn fucking money to pay the ginecologist I was supposed to see today to know why the fuck my ovaries are hurting so much.

But hey, payroll, it’s not like you had a fucking bleeding vagina that made you screech and cry out of pain. 

Hight thoughts ft. My period

Small disclaimer: yes, i sometimes smoke weed. And yes, my period is here. And yes, today I smoked weed to relieve the excruciating pain I was going through at that moment.

  • Where are my ruffles?!?!
  • I have a favorite direction. Not sure which one it is. Need to buy a compass. Need. To. Buy. Compass.
  • Tostitos. I like tostitos. I want tostitos.
  • Luke is so soft. He’s a good boy. I like my luke. I hope Lulu stops growling at him.
  • Im starving… could eat an entire chocolate cake.
  • Why is it so easy to space out??? What does spacing out mean????
  • I like silence. I hear everything.
  • Should i say something to my Uber driver, or is silence more comfortable??
  • I’ll stick to silence and give him a 5 star review… yeah
  • A beer sounds nice.
  • My ovaries hurt
  • Cotton mouth cotton mouth cotton mouuuth
  • My biggest fear is someone smelling my period… is it possible???
  • I want a hug, a kiss and a mug with hot cocoa
  • Water. Need water.
  • Oh god, I’m here. Act normal. Breathe. Say hello.
  • Go to bed. Go to bed. Go to bed.
  • Uh! Chocolates! I love my boyfriend.
  • Water. Water. Wateeeeerrrr

On Cherry Poppin’ and Unprotected Sex.

small disclaimer: please, to whomever reads this post, please feel free to express yourself in the comments. I like learning new stuff and hearing different opinions. (I’m assuming we’re all adults here and know how to give opinions without being jerks about it.)
And yes. I know. I fucked up.

Well, since I was raised in a (very) religious family, I’ll quickly explain what my mother, grandmother, grandfather, aunts, uncles (…) told me:

The woman he marries must be a virgin” Leviticus 21:13

Oh, you wanted more Bible verses given to me by my family? Hahah, nope. That was it. That was the only line that they told me. They also said “your body is a temple. Don’t let anyone ruin it”.
And yes, of course there are many other verses that talk about promiscuity and sexual immorality, but hey. Those are quite ambiguous terms… Which I will discuss some other day, or I will probably never get to the point of this blog post. (Got serious issues with getting to the point).

Just an FYI

According to Oxford’s dictionary:
Having or characterized by many transient sexual relationships.
2 Demonstrating or implying an unselective approach; indiscriminate or casual.
    2.1 Consisting of a wide range of different things.>>

1 The state or quality or being immoral. Wickedness.>>

Moving Forward (Fucking finally)

I was told plenty of times that if I ever let a guy touch me before marriage, I’d lose my value as a woman… and maybe even as a person…That I’d never get in heaven because that would make me a whore.
As I started to grow up, it seemed more as… the other way around. Like, if no-one wanted to be with me because I was this “pure” girl.

Well… Today a bought a pregnancy test.
I lost my virginity with my current boyfriend, 3 years ago. It was awkward -for both of us. Then it became great.
Let me emphasize it:


We’ve done it. In many places. Some that at the moment seemed as the best idea ever, and now it’s a bit embarrassing to remember.
We’ve done it, with and without my period…
And yes, with and without… uhm… you know… condoms.
Here’s a few links explaining our… not very correct… methods.

  1. Planned Parenthood
  2. Bed Sider
  3. Kids Health
  4. wikiHow

Always. wear. contraception. 


Don’t be immature pieces of shit that think that are inmune to getting STD’s or pregnant.
THINK about the possible consequences.
When we did those idiot methods, we didn’t get very nervous when I had small delays (my period wasn’t yet “stable”, and… we we´re –are– morons). So, I literally overdosed myself with vitamin C, and shoved my vagina with herbs to induce my period. (I’m sure it worked because of something called FUCKING LUCK).

A month ago, we had unprotected sex (surprise, surprise), and then waited for my perioud to come (now it’s more “stable”)… Two days delayed, three… four…
Seven… we didn’t tell anyone.
Luckily, he was calm. He said that whatever happened, we’d be in it together.
We got a pregnancy test.

Two weeks, three weeks… Four… Still no period.
Fuck, fuck, fuuuck, fuck.
I didn’t tell him. I didn’t want to freak him out.

Mom… Uhm, yeah, hi?
I just got another pregnancy test. I’m scared… 

Her first question: –WHAT DO YOU MEAN “ANOTHER”?!?!
Second question: –How did it go? Do you want me to come and get you?

No mom, I’m still working. Thanks. Love you.

I grabbed my phone, sent my boy a message…
My period never came after the day we got the test done. I just had myself another one… Just wanted you to know that there is a slight possibility I have something wrong in my ovaries… We need to start being responsible and buy condoms. Like, for real.

Dudes. Always wear a condom. Always make sure that you have a condom. WEAR A CONDOM. Get INFORMED by what being an idiot can do to you and your partner.

Girls… it is true that our bodies are temples. TAKE CARE OF IT for heaven’s sake.




Wtf is going on in my head?

Have you ever just gotten up, and just think “fuck. Why the heck am I not dead?”I’m almost 19, and am medicated for my depression. Still trying to figure out the root of the problem… and also trying to cope with the constant suicidal and “not good enough” thoughts.

I get up, take a shower, go to work, smoke a few cigarettes, go home and sleep. Over and over again. 
I’m numb, or maybe i feel everything too deeply. It depends on the day. 

I used to go to the extremes. Either I was super sad, suicidal and just wanted to disappear, or just didn’t feel anything at all. Thanks to meds, i have small lapses where i genuinely laugh, or feel something other than just deep desperation to get out of this body.
When I tell someone I feel bad, I’m always asked “how come? You seem so happy!”

You get to a point it comes out naturally, and even though you’re thinking “i want to jump off a bridge”, your face says “the sun is shining, the sky is beautiful, i love everything and everyone”
Is it normal to be on a bus and think on ways how everything can go wrong and everyone dies? And somehow that gives you… peace?

Is it normal to think about death, and dying, and being totally ok with it??

I’m back

I remember starting this blog when I was 16 years old. I wrote 3 posts, and then disappeared.

I thought that my opinions were utterly important, utterly unique. I thought that I was one of those “special snowflakes”, that I was “deeplymisunderstood”… when actually I was just another moody teenager.

I was simply just another brat. Oh well… I actually thought I was different, but in 2 years I discovered so many things, that made me realize I was a bit wrong.

Last year I turned 18, graduated high school and got a technical degree. I’m now a software development technician (hurray!). I got drunk many, many times (even ended up at a hospital), tried spinning fire, started to hula hoop… i guess all oh those things are experiences worth telling, right?

So here I am. Back again. Ready to finally be consistent and responsible, and write my teenage and young adult experiences… so you, readers (younger and older than me), can be part of my self discovery journey.

So, hi. I’m Adriana. 

The world through my lens

No, I’m no photographer. At least not a professional one (I barely go like an amateur one), but I still enjoy taking pictures though.

Green's a pretty nice color, don't you think?
Green’s a pretty nice color, don’t you think?

I like to take pictures occasionally, and there’s not really an intention in them. I just like to capture whatever looks pretty or fun at the moment

Clouds are magnificent.
Clouds are magnificent.

I really enjoy taking pictures…taking them, not being in them

Did you know I use my grandfather's glasses?
Did you know I use my grandfather’s glasses?

The thing about taking pictures is that people can see the world the way I do

Light and Dark
Light and Dark

Taking pictures is great because every frame is different, and unique.
I get to capture anything I want, and show how I feel -happy, disturbed, lonely…

Dead pink flower
Dead pink flower

As I said before, I enjoy taking pictures.
I’m not a professional at it, and I don’t have a real pro camera (i’m saving money for one though)
I’m still learning, and have a long way to go so I can someday get amazing photographies…
But for now, here’s my attempt to show you the world through my lenses

Oh, and, I like trees
Oh, and, here’s a tree

A New Beginning.

Tomorrow is my first day of school.
Eleventh grade, (kind of a big deal)
I’m hyped and terrified.
So, be expecting weekly posts about school stuff and such…
Sorry I haven’t posted anything at all, I’ve been getting my books, and notebooks, pencils, uniforms and all… Quite a busy month, to be honest, so I haven’t had time at all to think and write, I barely have used the computer
It’s 23:25 pm, February the 1st, and I am not tired yet…
Really doubt I’ll be getting some sleep tonight, and have to get up at 4 in the morning ’cause, honestly? I take a long time getting up… I have this weird ritual that consists in literally begging to who-knows-what for inspiration and willing to be a civilized human for the day, nagging, and the usual “uuuggghhh but the bed is so comfy, whyyy do I have to get out and leaaarrrnnn???!!!!”, then take a 30 minute shower, and put on a shit ton of eyeliner…
This year, I’ve decided I’d comb my hair for a change, so my “girly” classmates wouldn’t nag and tell me stuff I really don’t care and have no idea of how to tell them in a nice, human, sensitive way…
Some days, I have no desire of acting as a “normal” human, so I practically stay all day in bed, without taking a shower, and just travel from my room to the kitchen to get some milk from the fridge and drink it straight out of the carton… feminine, yeah, yeah… whatever.
Ugh, eleventh grade…
Good thing? I’m getting chemistry and biology classes!!! (Ooohhh yeah!!! SO HYPED!)
Also, I’ll get to see my boy (hurray:3 and it’s almost valentines day!! Hurray!!!! Our first valentines♥)
My goals this school period?? Well, I’ll actually try to achieve the goals I’ve set on previous years…
You know, being that straight A student… kind of have to this year so I can get to a good college… ugh, scary, I know
I am a good student, really, I really am… it’s just that after a few months, I get exhausted of everything, it all loses sense and I just stop giving any ducks… so, there’s my small issue…
Oh well, not this year.
Eleventh grade, here I come
Classmates, here I come.
This year, will be a new year.
It will be a good year.
At least, better than the last ones.