01 October 2017: new new new


Just recently, I've learned different ways of inhabiting a writing style.

A writing style which will capture the attention of people and help relate to the written topic which can be either appealing at first or not to individuals. 

I decided to create a new blog where I can publish the writing I do for my news reporting class and other topics that have no relevance to my personal life. 

A, you can say, "non-intimate" blog.

The superwickedchica blog will be up still, not updated as much since my time will be dedicated to coverage for the other blog. 

However, nothing will be deleted from here for future reference. 

Thanks to all who lurk on this page or have given feedback. 





- Karla Yeseñia Lopez 



10 September 2017: Cynical



Isn't it great to wake up and realize that the world is self-destructing in a matter of seconds while the worries of class assignments, relationships, and food consume your thoughts as a free individual?

Hurricane Irma is currently taking lives, tearing apart infrastructure, and enticing victims of the storm to go against their human morale by stealing necessities such as food, and gas.

The category two storm according to CNN, is making its way throughout Florida at this moment. Changing the community physically while the thoughts of every person being an enemy of mine are surfacing in my head. 

Do I feel selfish?

Yes.

Is my acknowledgment helping with the crisis in Florida?

No, but it's helping me cope with the fact I can't do much for the people in Florida.

I can only do so much as an individual by hearing the people that are being affected by it, whether if it's their family or emotions towards the situation.

This cynical view on people as of lately has made it hard to sympathize and understand individuals. 


The issue at hand is whether I can trust people I care about, those who are trying to build a friendship with me.

Lately, I've been emailing a fellow sister about the idea of straying away from the cynical idea whether if it's towards individuals or their ideals.

We have been giving each other details of our intake on it, whether if it's progression with accepting these people or not. 

The last email I sent this chica is an experience I dealt with this past weekend where someone took advantage of a set of vocalized goals about my future career to possess something of me, blackmailing basically. 

A "this for that" type of ordeal but for a trade off of an interaction which I've had a hard time coping for a while.

It is insensitive of this other person, but it's an ongoing pattern for people who try to get close to me recently.

Am I dramatic of this?

Yes and I know I am dramatic, but these people could care regardless of how I am so why care if I
kindly tell them to eat some distasteful substance while they exit my life?

After all, far more devastating situations are happening in this world like Hurricane Irma, so an act of drifting people away from me to be an imprinted shun on my forehead is dumb.

I don't care for individuals to like me anymore, if I don't come off as friendly, or come off as pretentious. 

I have a reason, and that's about it. 


- (Drama Queen) Karla Yeseñia Lopez 


24 August 2017: solo excursion--bday extravaganza: San Diego


Have you ever had those moments where you desire to do something but know it will never happen?

It might be 99% of your thoughts or .001% of your thoughts. 

I happen to take these "absurd" thoughts into consideration in my life, they push me to strive for the "goals of absurdity", well according to my humble mother, and give me a form of self-discovery.

Just the other day, I decided to take a solo trip for my birthday to San Diego--the home of detrimental Sea World. 

Don't get me wrong, I wasn't expecting much of this trip because it was last minute and the idea of being slightly intoxicated by myself in a hotel room elsewhere seemed appealing to me at 11 p.m. as I booked the hotel. 

Obviously, as the days passed by and the day of my adventure came closer. A list of outcome expectations from the trip started to appear, and grow.

They consisted of: 

1. Learn new places and see new faces.
2. Reflect on how far you have come in life (positives only)
3. Soak in every minute, and don't rush-- especially walk fast

I tell you this now, it was hard to do goal two and three after 6 p.m. since I was slightly intoxicated walking around the San Diego harbor. 

The easy task during this time was knowing how my debit card worked in a museum gift store that I didn't even buy admission to. 

I did, however, soak in all the areas San Diego has: from rural to naturistic. 

The diverse culture of San Diego which is seen from the Chicano presence in the inner part of the area, especially the history of Chicano Park

A history that I had been exposed to in an ethnic studies course at SFSU, which was one of the classes I didn't have high expectations in learning anything or having anything embedded in me for the rest of my life. 

Boy.. was I wrong. 

Well, the knowledge of the Chicanx history did make me appreciate the art displayed in the Logan Barrio far more than those cringy tourists.

Not to say it's offending these say "cringy tourists", they have better fashion than me so really, who's winning here? not me.

The naturistic part of San Diego, the parks and harbor were delightful. 

They made me feel at home since parks speak to me, and most of the time they are a distant cousin of mine down the line.

Well, the weird and complex family bloodline of mine.

This connection of nature was where I made most of my reflection which tends to happen most of the time when I visit parks. 

Most of the meditation I do on a daily basis happens here, which is great to know I can do in different places, especially new places. 

This San Diego solo excursion trip didn't change me completely as a person or give me a full rebirth, but it did give me a tune-up of my outlook on life. 

It has inspired me to plan solo excursion trips for the future to self-explore and start a segment on this blog called "rndm outings".

The blog segment itself will help me face the fear of writing and face the harsh reality of pursuing a career as a writer. 

Let's say-- it isn't pretty.

Before I end this blog post abruptly, I wanted to give a shout out to the living and dead cells which have made/are making this 20-year-old body functional.

#20chica





















- Karla Yeseñia Lopez 

15 August 2017: new people



How do you meet new people? 



The popular dating platform, the notorious Tinder, has brought many people together for the good or bad. 

I have used Tinder in the past, not on a continuous use. 

Maybe months at a time, since a period of bashing on its use and purpose for the population discouraged me from using it after a while. The experience with matched individuals especially the distasteful experiences were a discouraging factor too. 

This bashing then lead me to delete my glammed out Tinder account, to which I would reactivate various months later, enticed by curiosity most of the time. 

Recently, i've been thinking about these Tinder experiences.




The good and the bad. 

I've thought of the mentality I went into creating the account every time I reactivated it. 

The purpose of why I would reactivate besides being curious, and what I wanted to get out of it. 

During the start of the Tinder frenzy, my goal was to find a serious partner-- a loving one. 

Well, whatever the meaning of Love meant to me during that time because let me tell you-- it has changed. 

The definition of Love during this early frenzy was just to hear someone else say, "I love you" to me, vocally. 

Nothing else.  

I had never heard another person, other than close family and friends, say it to me. 

This Love, had to come from someone that had no blood line connection or history. 

Love, unfortunately, didn't come around during this time. 

Well, not the way I wanted it.

I stopped using the app that took a chunk of my phone's storage space. 

To which, I experienced new discoveries with individuals in person without this tool.

Months later, I hopped on it again.

This time with the intention of exploring the supposed physical Love everyone is obsessed with. 

I'll depict this past objective with a Mad Men reference since I've been obsessed with it lately. 

It's the Love, Don Draper is willing to give every gal who crosses his path.

I didn't crave this Love; I could care less about the physical interaction. 

The goal was to explore why people believed the physical bond signified and took 99% of the meaning of Love in their eyes. 

Did it have to do with having a symbolic meaning of ownership for the person or was it for mere pleasure?

or 

both? 

This curious time period did bring experiences that were both unpleasing, and eye-opening. 

I'd say self-discovery was also made during this time too. 

A real life example of sexual consent was also depicted to me; the meaning of a consensual "yes" vs. "no". 

Something which is pushed now a days in school classes, but not really specified with different scenarios. 


After this, I stopped using the damned app. 

Now, reflecting on what happened during these frenzies; I begin to see that my expectations were high. 

Most of the time, my objective was not only to discover things but it was to prove something to someone.

I don't regret going through the experiences but it does come with a lot of emotional drainage. 

Well, the way that I was approaching this dating app--yes.

The idea i'm trying to get across here is knowing the limits that you are willing to go. 

I didn't have any going into both objectives, it was sort of me being free-for-all type of dealio for these strangers. 

Personally, the stability to draw limitations wasn't there for me. 

I'm talking about self-stability.

I was seeking people to rely on which is ironic because i'm stubborn and self dependent most of the time and didn't draw this dependency as a limit.  

Even now, I catch myself asking too much of people with emotional stability or trying to portray myself as emotionally weak so someone could stabilize me.

Yet, I know what I have and the causes of sleepless nights. 

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A few nights ago, someone had called me to ask for this emotional stability. 

They were abusing my phone line with words that were both threatening and worrisome. 

I started to cry for this person, they needed reassurance of themselves. 

I was being asked to stabilize them even when they knew what was triggering them, and how they could solve it.

Why did I have to reassure them of stability when they knew exactly how they could do it themselves? 

Why did I expect this from the various people I matched with on Tinder, when they had no obligation to do so? 

Why did I have to think these individuals needed to show me the purpose or meaning of something when they probably don't know it themselves? 





 Thank you to all the people that I have met through this glorious app of genius, emphasis on the term "glorious". (sarcasm)




*All cheeky photos of Tinder adventures





- Karla Yeseñia Lopez 



10 August 2017: "cool girl"




"If only all our dreams were coming true
Maybe there'd be some time for me and you"
-"Lota" by Angel Olsen 




A "cool girl" is --well-- someone who is stable, and is fulfilled with self-love. 
I mean, who made this term/symbol, "cool girl" and why did they ? 

Well, I would have wanted to have made a simple term like this tie with a significance meaning. 

but

I didn't. 

A Medium writer, Kris Gage, made this whole concept up in an excerpt entitled "Your issue with cool girls is your own insecurity". 

Not the term itself because obviously "cool", and "girl" have been in the english dictionary since the beginning of dawn or even when the king size lizards were walking around on this earth. 

The concept of "cool girl" is referred to the unhighlighted character in most T.V shows, and movies.

The dynamic character which strays from the codependency of others for emotional, and physical support; the bad ass bitch. 

In which Gage uses various examples such as "Robyn from How I Met Your Mother, Charlie from High Fidelity, Miranda Priestly from The Devil Wears Prada, or Mattie Ross from True Grit."

Gage illustrates the difference of the dynamic character to the typical emotional leech character by depicting a grid with different characteristics of the "cool girl", and "lame girl".



The green box, shown in the grid above, is the characteristic held by the "cool girl"--
you strive to be in this square.

According to Gage, the "Pseudo cool girl" is the "no no box", you do not want to pretend to be "cool" or "not give a fuck", when this person would most likely being sensitive to crowd pleasing. 

An example of the "Pseudo cool girl" is Amy Dunne from Gone Girl, funny right? 

The "cool girl" character of Gone Girl, or said to be "cool girl" from the description given to her as Gage quotes directly from the movie itself: 

“Being the Cool Girl means I am a hot, brilliant, funny woman who adores football, poker, dirty jokes, and burping, who plays video games, drinks cheap beer, loves threesomes and anal sex, and jams hot dogs and hamburgers into her mouth like she’s hosting the world’s biggest culinary gang bang while somehow maintaining a size 2, because Cool Girls are above all hot. Hot and understanding. Cool Girls never get angry; they only smile in a chagrined, loving manner and let their men do whatever they want.” 

All just a phony mess. 




The "cool girl" is independent, and doesn't strive for love like Amy Dunne did in the movie.
They, the "cool girl", don't have time for such "bullshit", and want to instead invest their time in selfish needs; the good type of selfish needs. 

I, personally, want to be this "cool girl" but still have to pass the obstacles listed as the Pseudo cool girl characteristics. 
Eventually, i'll blossom into this incredible title, and become a sick ass person. 
Maybe even show up in a TV show or movie, and be entitled as the underestimated character with a dynamic kick. 
*All photos were added to emphasize the "cool girl" character i possess, the narcissistic photographer trying to get a hold of an "appealing" aesthetic.*
-Karla Yeseñia Lopez 






31 july 2017: adulting


i love emails. 

They give me a feeling of thrill due to the stigma of professional attachment that the word "email" itself has. It's great to feel like an adult, especially a professional adult.

People think emails are on a professor to student communication basis most of the time, but emails also carry a pathway of communication for other matters. 

Companies to consumers, Scammers to the scammes (?), or Bank tellers to clients. 

Well, just this past month.

I have received about a few emails from my bank teller that my checking account had been below zero. 

Yes, zero dollars as in broke. 

Not even broke, in debt. 

Of course, I try to not show fear or anxiety amongst the people who surround me so I remain calm and tighten myself to save money from my paychecks every week. 

Yet, it seems as though bills, and other life expenses---car expenses mostly, have been appearing out of nowhere. 

I mean, it's cool. 

Just a bit, let's say---overwhelming. 


It's funny that i'm even writing about my irresponsible way of handling finances at the moment, but it's an output of some sort.

Other than the intellect of finances I possess, I'm enjoying the details of life. 

The fun details of life, enjoying new places, and letting my mind relax for a few minutes or so. 









I finally soaked in all the details of the aquarium I work at, and it's pretty cool. 

My friend, and I saw the many ways penguins can waddle, and jellyfish sway through the enclosed cases.

Also, the sight of children screaming their heads off, and bumping into the thick glass jail cells---windows, i mean. 



-Karla Yeseñia López


07.26.17: details


Have you ever looked at a human being, and created a story out of them just by looking at the details of their skin?

I saw this woman in front of me, her eyes had a weight to them. They were dull, and had swollen skin around them.

A shadow covered the underlying tissue, near the bottom lashes. 

The wrinkles on the side of her eyes became deeper every blink she took.

Her nose had a flaring motion as she blinked, it's as though the coordination of her eyes and nose indicated she had some sort of coherence still in her old age body. 

Although, her dry lips ticked after the flow of both her eyes, and nose --- uncoordinated there. 

This woman did hard labor, her tired eyes, and deep breathing pushed her body through the restless nights during the day. 

Her improper stance, hunched over physique, made it as though she had to be working in labor that required her to be working in the same hunched over position for various hours.

She yawned, and murmured in a raspy voice as if she wasn't properly hydrated, and needed a glass of water. 

A glare right after struck me, this woman was my mother. 


I had disassociated myself at the moment of observation that I forgot this human being was actually my mother.

The night before, I had stopped by my aunt's to stay the night with my mom.

a good song for the act of reflecting.

Although, complications arose in the household, I ending up spending the night in my car outside my aunt's house. 

The tired woman, my mom, also spent the night in her car too.

During the night in my car, I reflected on the various events in my life which i could recall doing the most to make it through the day.

I surprised myself as to how many things my mom, and I had to deal with.

This woman was a companion through all the miseries in life; the daunting police visits, and ICE scares.

I love this woman, yet I don't realize it sometimes because I'm sprung up in other worries of the future. 

-Karla Yeseñia López