Un Valiente

So... I'm still simmering in yesterday's conversation/argument regarding my relationship status.
It always happens.
The moment the argument is going down, all I really do is sit there, too busy to deal with anything because of how fast my head is spinning... absolutely surprised over how heated the argument gets amongst the older ladies. Jesus... really, ladies? You're that concerned about me? Oh man. I leave it in the back burner for the rest of the day.
Then I wake up the next morning and random highlights of the argument will playback in my head... at random times. It could be while I'm hanging out in the pantry picking out a ripe orange ("ripe"... apparently I'm TOO ripe) or when I'm putting away some laundry (I bet the freakin' ladies can't wait until I have to do this for a MAN).
From yesterday's argument, the comment that hurt me the most was one uttered by the Euro Boys' Mom.
It was unsolicited "consolation."
"No se preocupe mija, algún dia un valiente saldrá."
Which translated means "Don't worry, sweetie, one day a brave guy will step up." Although... a "Valiente" is... like... a warrior, so to speak.
I just acted as if I didn't hear. But now the phrase has been eating away at me. It has me pretty pissed, actually.

Un valiente.
Get out of here.
I don't know how that's supposed to console anyone. It's telling the chick a guy needs to summon courage to give you a shot.
That's bullshit.

That stupid little word is just chipping away at my mood... and now I'm smashing cans in my tight grip and grinding my teeth every other hour.

Women are so fucking stupid and annoying.

HOWEVER! There is some good news that makes me snub this out for long periods of time:
Rafa called us to tell us he's going to be the keynote speaker for Notre Dame's Poli Sci departmental graduation.
I don't know about the rest of the world, but that bit of news has this family beaming with pride.
My brother is the biggest badass I know!
(Maybe that's why I have such high standards for dudes? I know there are intelligent, hilarious men out there, and I'm not about to settle for some schmuck for the sake of "company")

LET'S HEAR IT FOR INTELLIGENT MEN!
Wooooo!

(Dude, am I bipolar or what? Haha)

Kicking and punching ain't dancing!

THERE IS NO DANCING IN KICKBOXING!!
(what a way to make me angry!)

... and that's all I got to say about that.

you have got to be sh... what? I can't cuss?!

It appears that all in this world is attempting to make me cuss or gossip.

I bumped into a girl I hadn't seen in about two years today. I knew her since ninth grade, and all the time she was sort of rude and snobbish towards me. She's about five inches shorter than I am, she'd turn beet red if she walked up the stairs to our history class in a hurry, and she used to be about my same weight... but since she was shorter, she looked like a pomegranate (I'm only being rude because she was rude to me).
I still remember when I moved to the new side of town, to a new high school, and knew no one in class. I remember seeing her get dropped off by the school bus right in front of my house. I'd see her cross the tiny desert to her house (Funny side note: once I saw my neighbor's dog--a 6-month-old pitbull-- chasing after her as she got off the bus. She was already a meanie to me by then, so I did what any other bitter girl would have done: watched her run her mean-ass home leaping over tiny Joshua trees and creosote bushes, that's what! You don't make AnoMALIE angry). I thought she'd be nice to me, and when I told her I was her neighbor, she just looked at me and said: "Humph... so you're the one who moved to that pink house?" Not much else (Now you know why I didn't help her during the pitbull incident?).
That didn't really bother me, what did was how she saw I was a loner and did nothing to try and help a girl out. Instead, she'd talk trash whenever we did anything in Bio class and I would mess up (cause I'm one of the dopiest people in the universe). Like once, when our teacher was trying to be innovative, we played BioJeopardy, a very lame version of Jeopardy, by dividing the class according to gender.
So here I am, in a class where nobody likes me (except some of the boys who were always sweet to me since they don't usually go with the whole girl drama b.s.), in a group where not a single member approves of me. As a way of trying to fit in, I tried answering as many questions I felt confident in answering. The plan worked out fine the first two times I raised my hand, each time earning 300 points for a total of 600 points for the girl's side. Yeah, no other girl had raised her hand to answer.
Then came time for a 600 point question. I can no longer remember what the question was (why waste space remembering something that screwed me over like that?), but I remember it was something I knew very well. My hand shot up almost immediately after the teacher finished asking her question.
Wrong! Minus 600 points!
"Pshhh... yeah. Thanks a lot dumb ass. You just Fuckin' ruined our game. We're at zero now!" the jerky girl said.
Her words were followed by grunts and "Psshhyeahs" from the girls.
Yeah... 600 point I racked up ALONE, imbeciles. Fuck trying to help you guys out again.
I didn't raise my hand again. I sat quietly with my chin resting on my hands that were directly above the black science-class counter top (pathetic, I know, but I was 14 and had just been called a dumb ass. Devastating blow for a nerd).
And there began my dislike for Jerk-face (the girls from that high school in general) AND class participation. I also think it's been the only time anyone other than me has referred to me as a "dumb ass" and meant it.
Junior year I was moved to a different high school, as was she, and there we began to dialogue a little more (she'd ask me for History class answers cause I was pimp like that). Those last two years she really ballooned up, and in part I was thinking it was karma finally catching up with her for being such a jerk. But it also made her very accessible and nice.

Then today... man o man! I saw her again, and she's thin (as a rail)! No one has seen her so small.

Here comes my complaint: Why, Oh why! did this news story have to come about during lent, after I made the conscious effort of laying off the cussing AND the gossip?

Upon seeing her, the first thing that crossed my mind was:
"OH SHIT! Is that *Jerk-face*?!"
I then followed that by quickly telling my closest friends about what I had just seen.
Dude! She's like, a twig! She's freakin'... skinny!
It was like a really bad episode of Jenny Jones... you know... when tormented adults are reunited with old high school bullies in a show with the really creative title of "I was a geek/fatty/loner then, but look at me now!" But in this case, it was the tormentor reunited with the tormented to say "Who's the pomegranate now, dumb ass?!"
Hey! It's winter! I'm supposed to be pale and red-cheeked... and packing on the pounds! It's in my genes! My ancestors have been doing it for ages, and it's worked for them! (yeah, too bad it's 68 degrees outside... and it's Vegas)

I came home and I still couldn't get over it. So I checked out her Myspace account, and sure enough, there she was: Jerk-face in all her skinny-girl-glory.
Grr... How can I keep from cussing AND gossiping when that rude girl has managed to shrink to a size even thin girls are jealous of?!