An Album I'll Always Love

All Time Low's Put Up Or Shut Up I choose you! If I'd have to spend my entire life listening to only this album I would.

put up or shut up

All I know is that I always go back to that album. I can listen to all the songs on repeat and sing along to all the words. Plus most of the songs on the album have sentimental value to them.



I'm pretty sure I can just block out the world and close my eyes and just allow for the music to surround me. Sure listening to it at the volume I do will make me lose hearing but I don't care.



Besides, my bestie and I want to be 86 years old and causing trouble at our nursing home. No worries we'll be burning rubber on our tricked out mopeds and singing Break Out! Break Out! at the top of our lungs as we escape the security guards and personnel.



Hey a girl can dream.

Needs, Wants, and I'll nevers

I need to get out and do something today.

I need to buy my dad's Christmas gift.

I need to change out of my PJs and get dressed.

I need to go see my nephew that was born yesterday.

Born December 18, 2010

Ryan Damien Rosales

I'll never find a better drug than blasting my music and getting lost while dancing around my room.

I need to unpack my crap. After all I have another 3 weeks here.

I need to get a job for the break.

I want to do something today.

Dealing with myself is more difficult than packing

You'd think with it being my second year that I'd be a pro at packing, but how do you pack for a month. Especially with this bipolar Texas weather. Sure the next few days are to be warm, but then you're slapped across the face with a cold front. So in go the shorts and tanks, but you got to bring a coat and cardigans. Now the shoes part. Yeah being a girl is so damn difficult.

Matchbox Twenty blasting out of the speakers and I find the whole packing to be stupid. So here I am in the middle of packing, and by that I mean my bed piled with clothes like crazy. I'm sure it's daunting now and by the time it's in the bag I'll realize that I was making to much of a big deal. This is me we're talking about. I bitch and complain and when it's done I realize that I was being a drama queen and should just shoot myself for being dumb.

Well I'm about to woman up and get packed for tomorrow morning. Guess I'll be home for Christmas!!!

I'm no longer a teenager...

Yay! My birthday was yesterday, and aside from the fake happy birthday wishes that people send only because facebook reminds them my day was good. Now I didn't do anything crazy for my 20th birthday in fact it was quite chill. I went to go see the wind symphony to support one of my friends and a quiet dinner with Sara.

However, nothing felt out of the norm. Yes, going to a concert isn't an everyday thing but I didn't feel any different. I didn't do anything crazy because after all I will save that for next year when I'm 21, but the day didn't feel special. Perhaps 20 isn't as significant of an age as other age milestones in our culture today.

I still feel my 19 year old self. I know I'm not supposed to automatically change just because I'm a year older, but it seems that my birthday this year lacked a certain feeling that my other 19 had. May it be because I realize I'm getting older, or that time is passing fast and that next year I'll be a junior.

Whatever it is, I haven't figured out why I have this bothersome feeling.

However, I did love my birthday and a smile never left my face. Although the impending finals coming up soon may have a little to do with the nagging feeling in the back of my head. Oh to be a college student.

Perhaps it won't hit me until next week when I have finals out of the way.

A time to appreciate

What are the 6 things I am most thankful for this year?

First and foremost would be my family and friends. It's because of them that I am who I am today. I know cheesy, but I sincerely believe it. I am grateful for all they have done for me and thankful that they have been supportive of me with whichever direction I choose.

Second of all, I am thankful for everyday that I get to spend on Earth with all my loved ones. They make life worthwhile.

I am thankful for the realization that life needed to change before junior high because I would have not walked the path I have if I would have continued on the same path traveled by so many.

Grateful for every quirk that I embody, my tendency to mumble, my rosy cheeks that are a dead give away of being on the spot, and I even love that I am a klutz. Yes all of them I love.

Fifth reason I am thankful for, is every great opportunity that has fallen in my lap and I have taken (within reason of course).

Finally, I'm thankful of the Aggies win over the Longhorns because that means I get to throw it in the face of my uncle and the rest of my family that are all Longhorn fans. Take it like a man t-sips and stop blaming it on witchcraft.

Hope everyone had as an amazing Thanksgiving as I did, and for those of you who took part in Black Friday I hope you got amazing deals.

I hate people who can't say stuff to your face, but have no problem to when you have your back to them

Ugh!!! I hate you! I hate you! I fcking hate you!!!

We weren't even mean when you brought her to family functions. We were nice to her. We allowed her in with open arms. We weren't horrible to her and we never made her feel unwelcome. Then she has to create all this drama, and you the idiot goes right along. What, was the fact of what you did to her make you feel guilty. Not our fault you guys are in denial of how screwed up your relationship is. I mean come on, you cheat on her and knock the other girl up, and she's acting stupid like it never happened. But honestly she has to know if she doesn't then she's an idiot, and if she's trying to act like her "perfect" boyfriend did no such thing then she's an even bigger idiot.

You're suppose to stick with family, but nope you don't do that.

Unlike you I stand by my baby cousin, who's like a sister to me and at one point she was to you too. You know very well that she didn't do anything to your girlfriend, and you go right along with her and turn your back on someone you considered your sister. For what? Exactly you can't answer because it was just because she felt like talking crap about someone, and you just nod your head and agreed. And what does that floozy do? She laughs at the rift she caused between family.

Seriously, family sticks with family not some retarded floozy off the street. I hate her. That girl needs to get a freaking life. She's 20 years old and she's picking on a 16 year old. How very mature? How big of her?

So she wants to start drama. Then, I'll finish it. She wants to pick on someone and call them a bitch. I'll show her the true definition of one and just how much of a one I can be.

Goodbyes are the hardest

My fish died today. It's a sad thing. I felt like we've been through a lot the past 2 and half months. I swear, maybe this is a sign. I can't even keep a fish what hope is there for me to even be a relationship.

As I told Tina, from now on I am merely focusing on my career and concentrating on my schooling. Screw boys! They only play games and tend to toy with my emotions. Who cares if you make me smile or if you make me laugh. I don't give a crap if you can make me blush. None of that matters. No sir it doesn't. A crush is a rush, but that's all it ever will be. A reason to make me blush, but nothing will come from it. I'm just realizing that. Time to focus on school, friends, and myself. No need for you.

Plus I have enough drama in my life without you why do I need more. I don't need it. No sir I don't.

I'm just going to enjoy the weekend and enjoy that in 24 days I will finally be leaving my teen years in the past. No longer going to be rendered helpless by a school girl crush. Who needs that not me. Nope.

I know I sound repetitive and as though I am trying to convince myself, but I swear I am turning a new leaf in my life. I've got dreams and never once did any involve a boy. So long to all these foolish thoughts. A mere friend you'll be and that is all. I know that it isn't going to happen suddenly but I hope that I can continue on forward with the least amount of stumbling backwards.

Who's the greater mess them or me

I wish I knew the right things to say, but I'm horrible with words. And I haven't got a clue on how to relate. A tug in that direction another tug in this direction. My heart breaks and I can't fix things.

What to say when your mind draws a blank. When your heart hasn't been there.

Nothing I say can make it okay.

I feel helpless.

I hate that you hurt.

I hate that I can't mend it.

I hate not knowing.

I hate my naivety.

I hate that I can't begin to understand.

I hate being in the middle of all this mess.

I hate that I care for both of you.

I hate that this ever had to happen.

I hate many things out of incomprehension.

Make me understand. Take me out of this mess that I can't call my own. Help yourself.

What to do? I inherit other people's drama. Here I am stuck in the middle.

If only I understood love

If only I understood what you are feeling.

If only I understood many things.

How can I help you if I can't help myself? Someone tell me what to do?

I live for the cold weather!

Awesome boots, cute sweaters and colorful scarves. This is what I love about the cold.

So Today was...

Anything but interesting, I'll save you the painful details. All it entailed was studying, a little bit of tumblr, and minimal amounts of facebook. Yeah boring. Oh no worries, that's what the rest of my weekend was about. Gosh I feel like I just finished my first round of exams and bam! there's physics coming up this Friday. What the Heck! I swear the last 2 weeks passed by fast. I suppose that has a lot to do with the fact that I was studying for the other classes. I swear time passes by fast. It's happening all too soon.

Well best be getting back to studying for my physics exam.

What I Miss About Childhood

Laughter Yoga

Not have a care in the world, free from the future just sitting around and getting lost in you're pretend world.



Now I guess I find that kind of feeling getting lost in my music, but every once in a while I do things that I've always wanted to do as a child. Remember when you would think, if only I was older

Our Neighbor

065/365: Show us your smile!

I've only formally meet her once, Vanessa seemed standoffish. Although I could have sworn I saw her smile as she held the door for the building open for me.



Yeah it was 3 days after me and Valerie introduced ourselves to her. She opened the door. I guess she didn't know what to make of us.



"Hi I'm Valerie..."

"And I'm Lindsay."

"Vanessa" She said a bit slow. As if she was unsure of herself.



She grasped the door like if it was her safety, and didn't fully come out from its shelter. She glanced from Valerie to me and smiled politely, her eyes told a different story. I think it was annoyance.



However, that day she held the door open for me, her small smile was warm. It's like she knew with my hands full that I'd need some sort of help. I even recall talking to our other neighbors on the other side of us in the hallway one day. She passed by with her hot pink laundry bag. She glanced our way, but quickly averted her eyes when I faced her.



Maybe we caught her on a bad day. I'm sure I've had those. I remember being down the day she held the door open for me, I had forgotten my ID to get into the dorm and I had a test to think about later on in the week. She smiled and I said thank you and she just nodded and smiled a smile that finally reached her eyes.



And every once in a while I'll hear faint laughter and some sort of murmurs from her dorm. Music too, always in the morning. I imagine that she sings along with it as she gets ready.



Quiet and very awkward, yet her color choices are so bright. She wears this teal cardigan and bright blue sweater. Perhaps there's more to this Vanessa.

In these I find my smile

They say people can tell what makes me happy all by my smile. These I know is true for the following.

Presents
Whether giving or receiving, they still make you happy. Because you either make someone happy or someone made you happy.



I prefer giving than receiving though.

Cherry Coke
It's one of those memories, a Friday night out with friends and late night eating at Peter Piper pizza with a cup full of cherry coke.



The simplest things make me happy.

Lilies
I love lilies, in fact I'd say one lily is greater than a dozen roses.

Starbucks
Usually it follows church on Sunday, my spirit and energy are high.

Cold weather
It's all about the fashion. The cute boots, the warm sweaters, that awesome coat, and colorful scarfs. I'm a December baby, what else can you excpect.

Music
Something I couldn't live with out, and as long as there is a good song stuck in my head then nothing can bring me down.

Rain
Two words: puddle jumping.

Concerts
The rush of it all. It's a high everyone needs to experience.



Nothing beats getting lost in a song and forgetting everything else.



My stress melts away, the argument I had with my parents, the test last week...all of it is off my mind for about 2-3 blissful hours.



Yes, it's a temporary escape. But without I don't think I'd give myself enough breathing room.

Family
I wouldn't be who I am without my crazy family.



I love them, I love them, and that's all I got to say.

Making something with my hands
Drawing, collages, a cover for a mix CD, a gift for someone I love, doodling...anything that gets me to stop over thinking things and just allow for my hands to work on their own.

I feel old and lame

I feel old and lame. The other day I went to several stores. I spent $25 dollars on storage, bath towels, hand towels, sheets for my bed, hangers, and hand soap. All practical things that I will be using. Things that most 19 year olds still living with mommy and daddy do not worry about, meanwhile, these are the things that I think about when doing a shopping list.

In a way, I feel like these things are investments for my future life. Things I will have in my life for several years. However, to be thinking that at 19 feels so weird. I feel like not one of these single thoughts cross the mind of my older sister who is 23 and living at home.

Yeah I'm growing up and I didn't even know it.

P.S. I got me some rain boots the other day, because everyone in CS knows that they are a must. However since I have gotten them it hasn't rained. I also want it to get colder so that I can sport all my cute sweaters and scarves. Neither is happening. I'm beginning to think Mother Nature is against me.

If only they knew...

So I just may be weird, but I really excited for by baby brother and sister's birthday. In two days they will be fourteen, and I'm so happy for them. Of course even though I am hours away and getting myself an education, I still take some time out of my busy schedule-and believe me this week is crazy I have homework and two exams this week- just to wish them a happy birthday.

Oh they can annoy me but I'd do anything for these two. If only they knew. My bff, Yvonne, says it's the curse of have younger siblings. You can't help but love and spoil them. Which I fully did this year. I can't wait for them to get my presents. All is in order, yeah I even gave my parents instructions for giving them their gifts. I'm talking time, manner and everything. These instructions were further passed on to my older sis who will be overseeing the operation. Yeah I'm a freak like that, but it must be done a certain way.

If only they knew how much I love them.

Gosh I miss everyone back home, I mean I am able to operate on a daily basis, but birthdays make me realize how far I am. I just wish I could do more than wishing them happy birthday over the phone, getting them a gift, and making a homemade birthday card. But I'm here and there back home, and it's going to be like this for several more years. Just have to learn to live and deal with it all.

I just want to disappear into my blanket...

I just want to sleep. Clothes my eyes and allow for the darkness of the room, the warmth of my blanket to lull me to sleep. But it seems that it is not enough to knock me out into a much needed slumber.

I just want to close my eyes and drift off to nothingness. I'm not asking for a dream. Not even a sweet nightmare. I just want my body to rest.

I can't say it's my mind because well it is blank for now. I just want to for once disappear into my blanket and not come out until mid day. But it seems I screwed up my sleep schedule way too much by staying up late for the past couple of days to study for an exam I had on Friday. Sure I aced the test, but fuck I want to sleep now.

Some rest would be lovely but here I am at 3 in the morning ranting about my inability to fall asleep. Well, the last 6 hours of trying to sleep have been a complete and utter failure. Grr! I may just resort to a drug-induced sleep. I am desperate for anything just about now.

Maybe I'll give it a try in a second.

All Days Should End in Puddle Jumping

Well today was just all kinds of hilarious and mishaps. Fell done in the underground. Wet floor and sandals don't mix. But honestly since it's raining I'd prefer to get my sandals wet than any of my other shoes. They dry quickly and don't get this weird stench if they do get wet.

Anyways, walking out of the underground (Kind of like a food court on campus.) more like walking towards the exit and then I fall. Of course, I just started laughing so badly. Actually surprised that I didn't end up looking like a tomato. Another good thing, I didn't face plant. In fact I landed quite gracefully. Luis says I did it like a lady. And, I would have to agree. See I didn't fall right on my butt. In fact it kind of looked like a herky (is that how you spell it) but on the ground. Graceful I tell you. But like I said, I surprised myself and laughed it off.

Then suddenly I found myself on the first floor because of a tornado warning. Yeah just my luck that I walked up to the fourth floor with my papa in tow only to be told to go to lower ground. Only me. Of course the warning past within five minutes and it was up the stairs I go. So there I go again up to fourth floor with my papa. I had to take my papa. I wasn't going to let a tornado to get between me and my papa with all the fixings.

Then my last and final class did not begin until I had made a walk drenched yet somewhat happy. I blame it on the music. I was also barefoot. I felt like I was back home walking around barefoot all over the place. I had so much fun on the way to class that the walk back was only a light drizzle yet I kicked my sandals off and proceeded to gracefully jump in puddles on my way back to the dorm. It was quite fun. We only live once, and puddle jumping is all worth the drenched clothes. A smile on my face as I type what happened only several hours ago.

Finished off with some Hawthorne to get me pumped for climbing up the stairs...again. I didn't even get out of breathe until I was 3 1/2 floors up. Yay!

It was a great day. I would say so. Not to mention that we began painting our room the other day. It looks quite nicely. If I do say so. Hope it turns out okay. Picture soon

Avoidance

Defined as doing everything possible to not have to read my physics book, and prolong having to do my mastering physics. I am aware it's there, but I just can't bring myself to do them.

So far I have done my laundry, spent hours on tumblr, ate ( of course need that to live), reorganized my desk drawers, did some fall cleaning, began a photo and quote collage on my wall, and plenty of napping. Even stared at my planner wishing that it would give me a better suggestion. But it only tells me what I write in it. Oh well. Then there is of course hulu and a nicely placed Kelli Excursion. Oh yes I even painted my nails, both feet and hands. Trimming and filing included as well.

If I do say so, I have mastered the avoidance of physics, but really I should be mastering physics.

Oh well.

I can write novels like everybody's business

Lately I have been falling in love with emails. Sort of kind of letters or so. Yeah I don't know why. I believe it goes back to my cousin being out of the country so much and the only way to get in contact with him is through emails. Honestly it was always about something ridiculous Vianey had said or my daily mishaps. Nothing to out of the norm.

I have always been one to love letters. Even back in the day with notes. Yes, I still have my correspondences with Yvonne. We would call our letters novels due to the fact they always ended up being to long to be even called notes. Oh they where anything short of memos. But I loved them. Every doodle on the side. Every time I'd sign "<3 Vanessa" and where every letter had a place for "LP rox!" or "I <3 LP!"  

And it seems old habits die hard. Please when me and Yvonne would spontaneously write letters to each other in high school it's no wonder the habit was never really done away with. Anyways, I have seem to gone back to the old novel thing. And now I feel like writing letters to people, but I feel that's too obsessive.

For now I thank my pen pal Tina for inspiring by sending the first letter. You bring a smile to my face with your daily happenings and allow me to embrace my old love.

Thank you :)

P.S. Anyone want a pen pal? 

Breaking plans

I hate breaking plans, but unexpected things do happen. Just after I talk to Kelli about our plans of going to church and coffee afterwards, all of sudden Bert calls me. :\

Of course spending time with my family bumps hanging out with a friend, but I feel awful breaking plans with people. The worst is doing it over text. Thankfully I gave her a days notice and actually did it over the phone. Trust, that over text can seem cowardly.

Yes, I feel horrible. But this could be one of the last times to see my Grandma, and I have to see her and let her know I love her. No, I’d never choose friends over family. But I love my friends dearly it’s just the way it is. Okay let me rephrase that. I’d never choose friends over my mom’s family. My dad’s well…they can choke on that. My friends are beast compared to my dad’s family :P

Thankfully Kelli was understanding.

Grr! I hate breaking plans though. I just feel like an awful person. Mixed feeling are awful. I’m happy that I’ll be seeing my family and all, but I’m upset that I had to break the plans. But in the end, not seeing my Grandma would kill me. So I know I’m making the right choice.

Anyways, off to pack for my day trip to Jacksonville

I am not homesick

I am not homesick, that I am sure of. However I do not feel like my dorm is home yet. Yes my things are in it and there's a place for everything I have, but it's still slightly barren.

I mean it's not cluttered which I love. It's just that my bedside table is completely void of anything other than my phone when it is charging. I hope to eventually get another lamp and speaker dock for my zune. So I guess there's room for me to make it feel more like home. For now the desk area has become the thing I've gravitated to. It just says me.

I guess there's room to grow and room to become home.

Insanity with sane explanations

Agateophobia - Fear of insanity
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So after spending a good 3 hours with Kelli she texts me telling me that she's going insane. Reason? Tristan is coming over and she's a bundle of nerves. She has two hours to kill, but she has already cleaned her apartment from top to bottom.

So we're going back and forth with meaningless talk to distract her and keep her nerves at bay. Which she finds odd since she's more comfortable around him than most people, yet she still gets ridiculously nervous.

I suggest it has to do with the fact that she's nervous to see him and has too much time on her hand to think about their complicated relationship. Oh and it is. It's filled with "Should I?", "Does he?", "Will he?", and of course "When?" All of which have not been answered.

Men. They think we're complicated, but truth is I believe women wear their feelings out in the open. Even if we don't voice it, it's in our demeanor.

Okay now I'm getting way too distracted. Anyways, after I'm done suggesting my opinion on the matter she agrees with me.

Of course my mind feels like being witty. So I respond with, "Time is killer. That's why it's always a good thing to kill time." I don't know it just doesn't make sense to me, I blame it on the fact that it's freezing in my room.

"Sure blame it on the air conditioner." Kelli states as way of saying I'm just crazy on my own accord.

Which I reply with:

"I am and I will blame it on the air conditioner. It makes perfect sense. Low temperatures slow body functions. Thus meaning less brain activity. Less brain activity leads to less sane human activity because it has become detached from humanistic behavior."

What!? Exactly what I though once I had already sent it. Kelli of course loved it. I guess she's use to such explanations. Must be increased exposure to Tristan.

I start laughing and suggest we do a study on it. Apparently she knows an ex-engineer now psych major who could help. She goes on to say that my actions were contradictory.

After all, "explaining your insanity in an oddly sane way" is just not normal.

But then again I've had 19 years of practice and she should know I did have quite a few insane theories, but continually explained them in a sane manner. It's just me.

What I'm Avoiding

Parmiter Antiques Southsea Luggage

Packing, that's what I'm avoiding now. Not because I don't want to leave, but rather for how much work it entails to pack. And then when I get to where I'm going I have to unpack.



Packing and unpacking are a bitch. Because suddenly I'm forced to put everything I own in bags and luggage and stuff. Only to have to take it all out and find a place for it in my dorm so that it appears more homey.



The process is overrated and I will have to be doing it for several years of my life. I think I'm going to get an apartment next year or something. Have to find the perfect person to move in with. Less packing and I'm all up for that.

Hungover on The Hangover

I mean come on it's a laugh for how ridiculous the situation is. Tyson's tiger, a random baby in their suite, someone gets married and loses a tooth, one burnt groom. Plus the Chinese gang leader is too funny.



Plus you secretly want to recreate the events and live it for yourself. Secretly though. You don't want to admit that openly. Or maybe you do. Who knows.



Oh yeah and the band at the end. Yay that got me laughing too. Can't believe it took me over a year to finally see the movie. Super smart Vanessa, brilliant I tell you.

In the past month I've learned...

I have learned that you must be up front about what you want because if you remain quiet you won’t get what you want. This will only lead to regret. No one wants to be 85 and say, “I wish I had…”

I have learned that I may not have the ideal body, but I love every pound on me.

I now know that I may not have things figured out, but anything I do do won’t be a mistake. It will be a learning experience.

I must accept that things happen and we can’t change them. We must open our arms to them and move forward.

From this moment forward my fears won’t keep me.

Are you going to the FTSK show?

Just a simple text from Tina. All it was suppose to be. Nothing more, nothing less, no deep meaning beyond what it was meant to be. Just a question.

“Are you going to the FTSK show?”

Simple and nothing more. Of course this is not what I’m writing about, so the answer of irrelevance . But that sends us into a conversation of much bigger topics.

Who would have known that auto correct on my phone would turn “yuppers” into “tippers”, and that’s where we begin. Of course Tina being Tina thought for a second that “tippers” was and A&M thing, which of course it’s not.

So I respond with, “Well I never. *ha imagine that in a pretty thick southern accent* We just have Gig ‘em, howdy…and…uhm I guess those are the most popular”

Then again we live in Texas and according to Tina everyone here says that, but of course I object and say not here in the valley. Because we’re awesome and Mexican we do the nod, or as Tina refers to it “an upside down nod”

Then she adds of course, because she’s Tina freaking Jo and she darn well can, that here the guys get the ugly Mexican fauxhawk.

Which got me thinking of how someone goes about getting this so-called ugly Mexican fauxhawk. And it goes a little like this:

It’s like they go into a barber shop and do the upside down nod and BAM! Mexican fauxhawk. The End.

This then gets me thinking of what I want to see. As in the world kind of perspective so to speak. So I came up with what Tina described as beautiful.

I want to travel the world, and see what they hate about their country or place they live in. All people want to see the world, but they want all that beautiful crap. Capturing just those heart melting moments. I want the funny, the ridiculous. Not something others have seen. See them laugh about what makes where they live uniquely annoying. The kind of conversation that starts with, “Oh you think you got it bad, wait till I tell you about…”

Just a simple question, a pathless conversation, and the annoyingly beautiful auto correct.

In a week...

In a week I’ll be in College Station. The Summer has passed faster than I thought. Honestly I started Summer with no expectations. Since I know that I get worked up on the details and getting stuff together, and then when it doesn't happen I am upset. Which is very weird not having a list of things I wanted to do before the end of Summer.

Well I did have a list and it was not very detailed. I wanted to hang out with my friends. Which I did. I wanted to go to the SPI. Which I did that as well. I even managed to sneak in a trip to Chicago. A dream come true that made this break a blast.

I would not change what I did or what happened because when it comes down to it was amazingly simple. Just the way I like it.

I started the Summer with longer hair and ended it with really short hair. Finally did an act of rebellion, which didn’t go well with the rents but it’s part of growing up. I’m going to make my mistakes.

Now I’m psyched about getting situated in my dorm with my roommate. I also can’t wait to see all my friends. I can’t wait to have Starbucks with Kelli, pop my party cherry with Luis, and definitely can’t wait to hangout with my crush. *finger crossed it goes well* Oh and I am looking forward to more Kelli Excursions.

Goodbye Summer! Now to exchange my flip flops for my boots and light cardigans for my sweaters.

Location, Location, Location

It's all about location for me. I have always wanted to live in Chicago. One because of the music scene, and two because of the cuisine. I am a music and food junky. No denying that.



In fact, I choose a major that could get me a job anywhere and also the fact that I could possibly do my graduate studies in Chicago doesn't hurt either.

Smallest, but the bravest

Madeline was the smallest one, but the bravest one...



Madeline has been one of my favorite characters ever since I can remember, Romona and Matilda would be the only ones to rival it. I love how outspoken and adventurous she is. When in a rut she does not shy away from it, she faces it with no fear and plenty of spunk. Plus she lives in Paris.



When I cut my hair, many say I resemble Madeline. In fact when I was younger I could have played Madeline in the movie.