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The life and times of Pop-Rock Goddess Elisa Melendez
Pop-Rock Goddess
Wed, Dec. 24th, 2008 06:49 pm
1. What did you do in 2008 that you’d never done before?
  • Got married
  • Taught a college course
  • Saw snow
  • Had my luggage not make it with me on a flight
  • Became the lead singer of a band (as opposed to being a solo artist)

2. Did you keep your New Years’ resolutions, and will you make more for next year?
  • I forgot what they were, so I'm not going to depress myself by considering possible failure.
  • I will make more next year.

3. Did anyone close to you give birth? Nope.

4. Did anyone close to you die? No, thankfully.
5. What countries did you visit? Heh. Cambridge is its own nuclear little space in itself.
6. What would you like to have in 2009 that you lacked in 2008?
  • A Master's degree
  • A job teaching Women's Studies
  • A full-length album
  • A place to get a Ph.D.
7. What date(s) from 2008 will remain etched upon your memory, and why?
  • February 29, 2008. My wedding day.
  • May 14, my first night as a professor.
8. What was your biggest achievement of the year?
  • Becoming an adjunct and surviving grad school so far. Getting married will only fill me with great pride when I can hold up my wedding ring alongside my brothers and sisters who didn't and still don't have the chance to do it.

9. What was your biggest failure?
  • Those B+s during the Spring term were a bit rough.

10. Did you suffer illness or injury? .
  • Nothing more than your average cold.

11. What was the best thing you bought?
  • The plane tickets for school

12. Whose behavior merited celebration?

13. Whose behavior made you appalled and depressed? 
  • Depressed? No. Appalled? Yes. The event has changed, but the behavior remains the same.

14. Where did most of your money go?
  • School.

15. What did you get really, really, really excited about?
  • Moving into the new apartment, taking my first boiling-hot shower in a year, doing well in school, and getting hitched.

16. What song(s) will always remind you of 2008?
  • "Write You a Song" by Plain White T's
  • Anything by Flight of the Conchords

17. Compared to this time last year, are you:

i. Happier or sadder?


ii. Thinner or fatter?

The junk's gotten bigger, that's for damn sure.

iii. richer or poorer?

Richer in general.

18. What do you wish you’d done more of?
  • Fully enjoyed wedding planning instead of concentrating my efforts on not being her.
  • Scholastic research. Those spring term papers were just rubbish.

19. What do you wish you’d done less of?
  • Letting body image issues get the best of me.

20. How will you be spending Christmas?
  • First with the husband, then some combination of my folks and his folks.

23. How many one-night stands?
  • 366. I leave the money on the dresser and just walk away.

24. What was your favorite TV program?
  • Good Eats

25. Do you hate anyone now that you didn’t hate this time last year?
  • I don't hate.

26. What was the best book you read?
  • Not a book, but there were a few good academic articles I read.

27. What was your greatest musical discovery?
  • Crimson

28. What did you want and get?
  • A course to teach, and someone who's now contractually obligated to put up with my bullshit.

29. What was your favorite film of this year?
  • MST3K's treatment of Space Mutiny

31. What did you do on your birthday, and how old were you?
  • Hasn't happened yet.

33. How would you describe your personal fashion concept in 2008?
  • Cover up the half-sleeve for work, then let it fly the other 14 or so hours of the day.

34. What kept you sane?
  • World of Warcraft

35. Which celebrity/public figure did you fancy the most?
  • Barack Obama

36. What political issue stirred you the most?
  • The presidential election, Prop 8/Amendment 2

37. Who did you miss?
  • The Student, The Feminist, The Songwriter, and all at different periods.
38. Who was the best new person you met?
  • The best keytar bass player EVAR.

39. Tell us a valuable life lesson you learned in 2008:
  • Here are a few: Filter the e-mails. Nod and smile. Walk away if need be. Don't ever let them deflate your happiness, just because they say it louder, more frequently, and with more cash. Sometimes, songs just need to be kept to themselves, and corpses just need to lie in their graves.

40. Quote a song lyric that sums up your year:

"I wanted you, you wanted motorboats. Always motorboats."


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Pop-Rock Goddess
Thu, Sep. 13th, 2007 10:02 pm

Quit your cryin', Ryan. You'll find someone someday.
Thanks for sharin', Aaron. There are many ways to pray.

Thanks for going steady, Eddie. A rebound's not so bad.
You're number 7, Evan. There's more fun to be had.

I'll say it again, Ben, I'm glad you ever kissed me.
It was a shot in the dark, Mark, but thankfully, you missed me.

It's still heaven, Evan, but remember our little break?
I'm still in like, Mike. I can't say it was a mistake.

To all of those I never knew:
Jack, Brian, sweet Andrew
My feelings for you are still so strong,
You'll be immortalized in song.

Soon will come that winter's day
Where hands are joined, and so I may
Forget you briefly--at least I'll try
As much as you have made me cry
I must thank you all, for in your way,
You've made me what I am today.


Pop-Rock Goddess
Thu, Aug. 2nd, 2007 10:49 am
I remember sitting in the "guitar hallway" at Killian. Those last couple of years, my mornings would be spend staring at the double doors and waiting for his arrival. When his Hawaiian shirt and bowl haircut was visible, any grogginess previously felt was stripped and replaced with a vigor that could only come from teenage love. I'd wrap my arms around his big frame and lay on a big smooch on his chubby cheeks. We'd proceed to sit in said hallway, me on his lap, my arms wrapped around him, until a security guard would break it up, or the bell would ring.

His cheeks aren't as chubby, his frame isn't as big, but the tingle I get in the pit of my stomach is still the same. Every time I hear my "Mary Had a Little Lamb" ringtone. Whenever I hear his Astro pull up. Whenever he shows up at the office to take me to lunch.

In little less than seven months, I will call him my husband.
Holy. Shit. The face says it all.

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Pop-Rock Goddess
Mon, Jul. 23rd, 2007 07:35 pm

Enough is e-god damn-nough.

I am sick and tired of picking up the slack when my parents can't afford things. If they paid me back, then things would be different.

However, my mother has an outstanding debt of $3700 to me, most of which was taken out of my account without my consent. You can see why I'm not exactly comfortable with giving this woman money. Dad spends hours outside the house, dressed in his banker's finest, with no money to show for it. Mom bitches, I don't hear them talking about it, and then she comes to me begging for some help and wanting to know ways she can get some extra dough. Seriously, I don't need to hear her complain about hosting Ricky's rehearsal dinner, and that they can't because of lack of funds. Why am I hearing this? Ten bucks says Dad has no idea that the 60 bucks she gave him this morning were the last 60 in her savings. Apparently, it's been 8 months since he's moved in, and exactly that long since he's contributed a cent.

She already sprung on me that I had to pay 69 bucks for my crowns. Now she's telling me that she'd like me to pay for 70 bucks worth of my root canal. It would've been awesome had she told me this on the 15th. Maybe then, I would've had the sympathy and the financial wherewithal to back it up. She's caught me at a bad time--I had paid the deposit for my wedding DJ and treated myself to Warped Tour, leaving me enough money to last until my next paycheck. That is, until I had to shell out the 69. I had to borrow money from Evan to get by until next Tuesday.
The root canal bill is due Wednesday. She doesn't know a damn thing about timing.

Now, I can't treat myself?
I can't pay down MY credit card debt?
I'm supposed to keep paying for a car without my name on it?
I can't pay my unsubsidized student loans once I start in the fall? Loans for an education that'll help put me in a better financial position so that I don't have to make these same mistakes?
Am I supposed to forget that $3704 she owes me, plus the $152 my brother owes me, and the $304 my sister-in-law owes me?

Fuck. That. Shit.


Pop-Rock Goddess
Sun, Jul. 22nd, 2007 06:15 am

I had that dream again. The one where things are cool until I remember that I'm not the only girl in his life. He's had another girlfriend for a while, and I've been putting it behind me for our sake. One day, I snap when I realize that he doesn't plan on giving up this lifestyle anytime soon. I ask him to be exclusive, and it bothers him. I ask him if he's been using a condom with her, and he skirts the issue. I ask him what's so great about this, and he skirts the issue. He says I'm just going to have to let her go. Why can't he?

I wish I could stop having this dream. Especialy when I'm laying next to him. In his house. In a bed that used to be mine. We're supposed to leave his house in about half an hour to see his cousins a few hours away. He asked me yesterday if we're going to tell them that we're getting married, or if we should wait until he proposes.

Maybe that's why I keep having this dream. In the back of my mind, as much as I know he's exclusive, there's something always haunting me. As much as he's been solely devoted to this concept of "us" for the last six and a half years, there's always the questions...

Could he possibly be ready to marry me? To go through all of that legal tripe to be bound to me in heart, society, and ever after? After being the only serious girlfriend that he's ever had, is it wrong for him to settle so quickly? In these six years, I've brought that up quite a few times. I ask him if he ever sees anything enticing out there, if he's ever thought another girl was attractive. I have eyes, and I occasionally use it to look. I couldn't fault him for ever doing the same. His answer to me? "No. Never. You're it for me." Is he doing himself a disservice? Should he go and sow his wild oats? I feel like I've had my share, and I'm ready. He gives me everything. He gives me an ear, all the support I need, he never attempts to hold me back from anything. He's a feminist, for crying out loud. He's absolutely beautiful, and I still feel like it's the first time I've seen him in years every time he enters my line of vision. There are others that I might think are more outwardly, obviously attractive, but there's no one that could fit my sense of humor, my lifestyle, or my heart as perfectly. Any attempt to find even a friendship that could compare is an exercise in futility (unless you count the relationships that were forged before he came into my life).

I can't keep having this dream anymore. It's so vivid, and he is so nonchalant, so unmoved by my pleas, that it makes me cry in my sleep. I wake to find my face soaked with tears. It could be my way of defending myself for if it should ever happen. I would be able to not be surprised, and I would be able to say, "I knew it." After what I'd been through before, I still find it hard, after all these years, to just let go and put all my trust in him. I thought I knew love once, and he broke up with me, citing, "I could see myself marrying you, and that scared me." Mind you, he was 15, so I could imagine. Turns out, he was actually trying to make a pass at one of my friends. So much for love. Ever since then, I couldn't help but have a watchful eye on Evan's every move, lest I get myself lured into the same trap. At least I knew Ben was a dog. If this happened with Evan, I don't know what would happen to me.

My fear, which is growing stronger each time I have this dream, is that a piece of jewelry and a simple question aren't going to make this go away.


Pop-Rock Goddess
Thu, Jul. 12th, 2007 09:10 pm

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Pop-Rock Goddess
Sun, May. 27th, 2007 04:59 pm

I woke up next to him today. It was the best feeling in the world having him there, shoving me over, stealing the covers back from me.

There is something nice about being unattached to an idea enough to find something else rt? Inyou never knew could make you happy.

Miami Killian? Out.
Ryan's tennis court? In.
Renting 100 chairs? Out.
Having all 48 people seated at their tables watching the ceremony? In.
Tradition? Fuck it.
Knowing that every decision (including the dress--gasp!) is one that'll satisfy the both of us? Awesome.

My job as a receptionist on Brickell Key is working out very well, but I don't sleep very much. That makes me irritable, and time that I would usually spend with my family is spent napping. It's sad, but I know I'll get used to it eventually.

I'm struggling with how much I put out there regarding our wedding, especially when the other bride is having a wedding 2 months before us. And she actually has a ring. And her family has money to spend on a wedding. I feel really odd, like I don't deserve to be proud of my wedding since hers is first, bigger, and official. Like I should pipe down and stop every bit of planning until the ring is on my finger. Like the girl with the biggest, baddest wedding makes the rules. I know it isn't true, and I know I should enjoy my own planning, but damn...

Whenever she makes a suggestion or comment, or dumps on lack of tradition, or dumps on anything that may have secretly been a good idea for me, I feel like some serious shit.


Pop-Rock Goddess
Mon, May. 7th, 2007 12:26 pm

Attention, Killian Cougars...and anyone else who cares.

I am officially pissed off at my alma mater. Even though we're not officially engaged yet, Evan and I are starting to plan the wedding, and we've even settled on a cool date...however, things with Killian are sucking the happiness right out of me.

It seems this multi-million dollar renovation is shutting everything down for the next year and a half. I wanted the wedding during the summer, but that's when the hardcore stuff is going down. So, Evan and I change the date to a Friday night during the spring semester in order to make things more do-able...

...But, for whatever reason, they can't seem to give me an hour of their time on Friday, Feb. 29, 2008 for the two of us to get married.

I told them it was only 50 people.
I told them I didn't care where it was.
I told them I didn't need much time.
I told them I was flexible enough to show up that day and have them stick us wherever they could.

No dice.

That is all I ask as a future bride: that we just have an hour in the school to get married at the place where we first met. Is that too much to ask? I would dedicate half the budget just to have it in the freakin' parking lot, it means that much to me.

Thank you for listening to me vent, and have that Cougar day.


Pop-Rock Goddess
Tue, Feb. 20th, 2007 10:52 pm

1. Show on Friday night, 10 PM, The Wallflower Gallery--10 NE 3rd St.

2. Evan and I are so moving in together circa October. We're totally getting married circa Summer 2008. We're looking at apartments circa now.

2a. I need to interject more Latin in my daily life.

3. Making more money on my tax refund than on next week's paycheck. Currently looking for a desk job at my mom's old ad agency. Gotta love favors.

4. Still hoping that FIU will wake up and decide to create an M.A. program for Women's Studies before fall hits.

5. My religion teacher still hasn't sent in my grad school recommendation for Lesley University. Blah.

6. Was more irritable than usual this monthly cycle. Got more shit done during it, though. Nothing like cramps to drive a woman to action.

7. I'm into World of Warcraft like woah. My name is Eventyde (in direct reference to the ultra-harmonizer, for all you music engineering geeks) on both Uther and Azuremyst. My main's on Azuremyst, though...hit 21 not too long ago. I know, I'm slacking.

8. I miss my maid of honor. She needs to live closer to me. She's the only one I know who'll wear a tux with my guys and look totally fucking fierce in it.