Another weekend

Freakin' Sundays. I dispite them.

To me there are good things and not so good things about that day. The negative aspects about that day is that if you haven't moved out yet, then you'll deal with your parents wearing their University alma matter t-shirts or their non-work clothes all day in the house fixing something or cleaning up the place. Another thing is that it's hard to contact people, especially in the morning. When you call them, you'll get their voicemail cause they're either at their godparents church for the morning service or their very hungover from some party the previous Saturday night. Plus the television ain't gonna do any help. They'll be showing countless infomercials, political roundtables, lame ass marathons of a reality show, and movies you already pirated over the internet. The NFL is an exception. The only sad part is that you only see action for 20 Sundays of the year, which includes 17 weekly games, three weeks of the Playoffs, and the Super Bowl. You can add the Pro Bowl in there if you wish. If you're a slow reader and have a $1.50 and wanna kill some time by improving your reading habits, there's always the Sunday newspaper. Maybe that's just a sign for me to move out.

Last week was something else. A lot of stuff happen which was the reason why I haven't been on here for a while. I'm still working up there in Lancaster unfortunately, doing graveyard shifts. Also, Judge Sonia Sotomayor is finally sworn in as the first hispanic Supreme Court justice. I did some reasearch on her background and she did pull a lot of weight to get to where she's at right now. She was raised in the bronx , went to Princeton where there no Spanish instructors at that time,  got her J.D. at Yale, worked at numerous attorneys, and the lady is single as of now. I'm sure every young female, including latinas and single women, should look up to her so that they can pull of  to the same extent as to what she accomplished. I hope Judge Sotomayor makes wise decisons and does well in the Supreme court. 

Oh yeah, I took my brother to the bank to open up his bank account last Friday. He handled the process very well by himself. I didn't say a word while he's talking to the bank tellers. He even corrected one of them several times, not because our last name is very long, but other things because one of the tellers were new to the bank. He's gonna turn 17 on Thursday so when he does, I'm gonna get him something as soon as I get paid.