The Awakening Cita

It's gotten to that point in my life where I just won't deal with any more games that people throw at me anymore.

It's not that I don't care and that I'm evil and that all of the sudden I'm a super tough and heartless soul..... it's just that I don't really have the time anymore to be letting myself become emotionally affected by people's actions. I can't afford to let other people's games play with me....so I've become so much more tough and "untouchable." I ignore or push away or challenge or call out what seems wrong....even stronger than ever before. I do it how I do it and I do it everyday....

I should be packing now, but I feel like blogging.....yadayadablahblahblah

I've changed so much throughout high school, and these two years of college, it's crazy. So cool. And freaky. I'm going to be changing a lot more in the next week, I expect it.

Whatever happens, God will bless the broken road to lead me wherever I'm going... :)

I chose the picture "The Awakening Conscience" because it's what I feel best goes along with my life at this point. I awkwardly step out of wrong and awake from my blind sleep and act on my dreams, stepping off from sadness or obstacles that are bringing me down.

~Esa Cita

Something I Didn't Write

Here is a poem that my friend Jenny sent me last night. It captures what I've been feeling so perfectly. I don't know the author, and really wish that I did so that I could give them credit.

After 'after a while'
You want to hold a hand not to chain a soul but
to enjoy its company,
and you want someone's lips to kiss,
not because you are lonely but because you are happy,
and you want to give presents
and you want to make promises.

After 'after a while'
You begin to accept your defeats like an adult,
but like a child, will want someone to listen and care,
and you want someone who will build roads with
you today so maybe you can pave the way for your
future together.

After 'after a while'
You want someone's sunshine and warmth,
but also accept the rain and the cold,
and you want to give flowers picked from your
own garden.

And when your garden is picture perfect,
you want it to be more than a picture
even if it means having to be imperfect
because you want someone in it to stay and to live.

Then you'll see that there is
such a thing as love...
and that you were made to live in someone else's
garden...
and you'll know that there is more to life than
yourself.

Now you realize that no matter how tightly you hold,
if you're meant to let go,
you can.
And then you will understand that love
gives you reasons to understand
even the most complicated situations
And you will grow older believing that just
because you have convictions
doesn't mean you're always right

You will remember because of the smiles
that made your day,
the words that touched your soul.

And as you graciously accept defeat and absorb
the meaning of lessons learned,
You feel that you are finally being the person
you never thought you'd be.

So, armed with courage, strength and confidence,
you will face the world head on...
With or without an army behind you
Because you know your worth and that alone is an armor.

That is all. :)
I read this poem and tears were so close to coming, hah.

~Esa Cita

My Breast Friend :)

This is what my breast friend in the world wrote about me, I though I'd share :)

I haven't seen my best friend in nearly 4 years since she moved away. The distance has brought us closer than ever although it has been difficult. We aren't like usual friends, we really couldn't be if we're gonna be apart for so long and still be so close. We don't need to have an excuse to wanna talk to each other on the phone or anything important to talk about at all. At times we can call and just spend time together on the phone, and as silly as it sounds we can just be on the phone and not talk or say anything, just sit and write papers for class while singing the most random songs, watch movies or even comment on the breakfast being eaten with our mouths full. Many people would say how retarded it is to be on the phone for no reason, but in reality, many times there's no better place I'd rather be. She's coming down to Miami to visit in January. It has been quite the ordeal trying for plan it out. She's coming down for a retreat in Orlando and I had to find a friend to promise to drive up, get her and bring her here. Then I had to convince my parents to let her stay here at my house and I still have to book the flight for her return. It's gonna cost me an arm and a leg but I don't care and I can't think of a better use for my time and money. She's my best friend and I love her with all of my heart.

I love you Ana. :)

<3

Fall 2009

It's crazy.
This semester was going to be
the one where I was PERFECT.

I think I've become far from it, but now that I analyze the semester, I know that it's been a really tough one. Perfection doesn't come easily, in fact it hardly comes to people at all, but despite it all I know that it's all down to me in the end.

I cannot make excuses, because it's what I decided. J. Mill, the philosopher, would totally love me right now.

I'm proud of me this semester, yet down in the sense that I had to make some sacrifices.

I feel that I'm always going to be making even harder sacrifices as time moves on though. I think that's my lesson of the semester.

I started this semester with a bang: confident, happy, and motivated. I ended up coming out of the semester tougher, more confident, secure, tired, and still happy. I'm burnt out to the core, but I've learned to come up from even that. I'm so proud of myself for not giving up. I'm proud for throwing myself out there into uncertainty. I'm so glad that I came out of this semester with a stronger version of myself.

I don't think I really changed my personality, but I definitely changed in the way I advertise my personality. It used to be so much more difficult for others to see who "me" was because I didn't care how I looked or what others thought of me, and now I'm more aggressive and secure when I deal with others. My confidence has spread to more aspects of my life, and I can attack pressures so much better now. This will help me in time to come.

I'm excited for the rest of the year though. I can't wait to do more things. I can't wait for the rest of my life.

Thanksgiving break starts on Wednesday, and then it's finals time!!!! Crazy crazy. I GOT this, Cita will attack. :)

Now to attack IT assignments and Spanish work until Philosophy class....

~Esa Cita <3

Hopeful Closure!!!!

A years worth
of heartache
and disappointment
has been let out
of my heart tonight.

After so long, I finally got to have the talk that I wanted.

It wasn't glamorous like the movies, it wasn't anything horrifyingly dramatic, but it was glorious to me.
I can't tell whether to be disappointed or not about certain things, but I am starting to feel even more at peace. I'm not super happy, I'm just relieved from this depressed cloud.

The feelings are still there; the heart is still pounding for the past, but there is a sense of sincerity, peace and brother and sisterhood that I find comfortably normal. Like things are beginning to go back to the way they should be.

There is healing, there is a softer closure. It's the peace that I needed. I never thought I'd get this, and I still can't believe that it's actually happening. I have honestly not felt this good without trying super hard in sooooo long...I can't believe this.

I hope that I really gain a true closure from this all; I hope that this isn't all in vain.

One more day, one more day of this crap. I can't wait until 4:15PM. By crap, I mean the WORK of school I have to get through...

~Esa Cita

Stress Letouts

Too Cute.... :)

So Cita
over here is...
OVERWHELMED!!!!

I have no idea how I'm going to make it out alive this week;
the next 2 days are going to be QUITE interesting.

Tomorrow there's a Paper and Presentation due for Spanish, Presentation research and junk due for English, and then once I'm through with that....I get to present/lead discussion the next day in English and end the day with my first Art History Exam. Fun fun fun....it's been a ..uh...fabulous week and it's only Tuesday.

Last night I watched Juno for the first time since I saw it in theaters. Boy how time flies....it's been over a year now. I'm feeling tougher now since then so it doesn't hurt as much, but boy how rough the memories are to me still. Lesson learned: to have a strong optimistic heart is vital to survival. It doesn't guarantee an automatic happy ending, but it guarantees crawling around until one can walk again.

I've been quite thoughtful since last night, and I will admit that I've been listening to the whole freaking Juno soundtrack today. I also started forming thoughts and doing some macro-organization in my head for my book. Things are becoming a bit less vague in my thoughts and soon things will get more clear. I feel that I'm becoming ready begin to bring my writings together in some type of organized fashion. I'm kind of pumped. :)

Despite the craziness, I'm really liking sophomore year now. It's nice, I'm feeling more at home and getting ready to jump around and do things. I'm not a lost freshman anymore, I have places to go to. With places to go to, I feel that I have the secure freedom to jump and try new things. I feel safe to leave, travel, and come back again. I feel stronger, my heart has learned to deal with being broken and I am less bitter about not being afraid of things. I have more control on my life; as out of hand and overwhelming as things can be, I'm happy and not afraid of the things being thrown around at me. It's nothing I can't handle, it's easy to me now I suppose. Yay for growing up! haha.

I'm gonna take a Fukitol pill to forget the stress,
Do It like Nike,
and kick my schoolwork' ass.
Latersssss

~Esa Cita

Recommendation

My Siblings at a Pond by Our Old House

I recommend that you,
my dear reader,
listen to "The Good Stuff" by Kenny Chesney.

Open your horizons, listen to country music. Few do here in the US and enjoy it for what it is.

Some artists have really important simple messages to say.

Rascal Flatts is amazing, right now I'm listening to "Then I Did".

That is all for now. I'm supposed to be preparing for my English class assignment.

~Esa Cita

Monday Morning Planning

Week 4: It's here.

I've been back at school for 3 weeks.

It feels like I've been here for ever, but oh well.

Last night I was so dizzy, and I couldn't finish my homework. I have so much due today and tons more due this week....it's going to be interesting how I'lll catch up and get ahead with my work.

This week is crucial for me to get back on top of things. I'm starting to feel better even though I still feel disgusting and I need to take advantage of it to get on track.

I still haven't been able to say no to a few things, which I am waiting on. I need to trust in myself and push through. I feel that the things that are hardest for me are the simplest tasks of life, yet the more complex things don't seem to bother me as much. This will probably change when I get older...

So, GOALLSSSSSS for WEEK FOUR!

-Take NyQuil every night. Make time to take it.
-Read Persepolis
-Finish English Writing Guide
-Get on top of ARTH STUDY GUIDE! That's my long-term-er for the week.
-GET SLEEP
-Go to all my classes
-Do ALL of my homework
-Stop being sick so I can sing Sunday
-Pray the Rosary on the drive to school
-Drink coffee to wake up

The bold=most important
The pink=next most important

For today, I have to do my Spanish essay and then read my Philosophy. Actually, I should probably read my philosophy first and then do Spanish cuz that's the order of my classes. Wah. School's work. I don't know what to write for Spanish...

I need to go think. Latersss.

~Esa Cita ♥

Hey Life, Sick is NOT Stylin' & Retro

Adam Young, from Owl City

This whole being-sick thing is getting too old.

I don't like it.

I'm sick of having to take DayQuil and that doesn't even do much other than stop me from feeling like death.

Plus, my man-cough is just making me too insecure in class when my throat is killing me...

I think it's been about 3 weeks that I've sounded/felt terrible.

Other than the complaining about being sick and feeling miserable, I don't feel like absolute death like Week 2. So I'd say Week 3 was better. I had 2 interviews which seemed to go pretty well so I was excited..yayy!

Yesterday Mike, Jessica, Talisha, and I went to the Korean Festival. Lots of Korean food and pop music artists and so many people pushing and yelling Korean. Some sweet stuff, and my American-bubble of personal space was totally violated. Good thing I'm Cuba-Pino so I'm familiar with the whole thing, but poor Mike exclaimed "If this was Black-Fest there would be so many fights breaking out!!" Haha :)

Kabba Modern showed up towards the end!! Also, these Korean bboys showed up. I'm a noob, so I don't know who they are but they're world famous and one of them was Bboy Rush. They all were GOOOD. I took tons of pics and videos on my phone. EVERYONE rushed and pushed to see them so I could barely see things even though I was on a piggy back ride.

I'm going to complain again about being sick: something that sucks about being sick is that EVERYTHING tastes horrible! My mom made me a really good smoothie and I could tell it tasted good in real life but it tasted gross to my sick tongue. :( Wah. Why is this relevant? Well, after Korean Fest we went to Denny's and I got a yummy Twisted Frosty...that tasted weird to my sick taste buds.. :( Wah.

Over ice cream, discussions over CRU Fall Retreats, and the killing of a small bug using the two tables, we came to the conclusion that we should totally just go to Dan's house and bother him. We were sick of him being in hiding and missed him too much. We were too worried about him! I know where he lives so we drove out and find his house.

We found the man and he's ALIVE! He's freaking ALIVE. With a mustache and beard! He looks like a completely different person! It's scary. Anyways, we all talked for forever and a day, and had a brawl tournament...leading to a family photoshoot...and more talking for forever and a day. An hour or two later, what started out as a Denny's run turned into us dropping off the Mason apartment-livers at their apartments, deciding upon a Wednesday dinner, and slightly tipsy Ricky telling me to bring Dan to say hi to him and people. So Dan and I ended up driving to this party where everyone was exclaiming "OMG DANIEL!!!!!" I ended up meeting half of the FCA and deciding even more that I love it. I got to meet a ton of people though I don't remember many names, and I have an idea that few will remember what they did and said last night.

It was here that I feel that Daniel came to the realization how much his friends care about him. It took the collaborative efforts of Mike, Talisha, Jessica, Carmen, and finally a drunken-yet-deep and eye-opening speech from Ricky to make him realize! Pft. We could yell at the dude for hours... Ricky decided that we were family: Dan's the son, Ricky's the dad, and I'm the Auntie. Chyea. Go Familia. Chyea. It was a good night. Dan better not stay back in hiding, I think I'll get everyone to come and bug him until he comes out.

Now I'm coughing like crazy at work, and I haven't had any meds this morning... :/ The weather is getting colder, and Weezy's playing. :) We be steady mobbin. ♥ Hah.

45 more minutes until I can go home! Can't wait.
Until later,

~Esa-Cita ♥

Slowly Becoming a Night Owl

My Fool of a Brother Playing with the Futbol


Hello there world,
it's been few days since I've blogged.

Miss me? Of course you did.

I come here to touch basis with you, and also to do something lovely because I have not done this in a while.

Week 3 is crazy. Meetings, interviews, sick, not being able to work out on my work out day, starting to feel like I'm playing catch-up with homework...it's starting to feel like real college again. Gotta love it. Actually, I do. I just hate being behind on things. I don't mind the other things I can suck it up and be amazing and beat the world...I'm just starting to really lose sleep and not like it.

I will sleep Thursday night. That's my goal. I will take a NyQuil, and go to sleep after my meeting. That is my goal for the week. Along with acing this pop-quiz which I think will happen tomorrow, and also excelling in this writing guide we're making in English class for my major. It's fun stuff, I get to learn how to be good at my field. Or rather, writing in my field. I know that sounds dorky, but it makes me happy to know that I have an idea and sense of direction as to where I'm going in life.

I'm starting to really like the idea of going into the military for a few years. I want to serve, I want to be a part of it. It's a great thing to be a part of really. I don't think I want to stay permanently, but it's one of those things I want to do before I die.

Enough blabbing, I need to go back to my writing guide. Back to academics. Yahoo.

Esa Cita ♥

Spill a Cup of Coffee, Make a Million Dollars

Last night was pretty sweet, I went to the Owl City concert at a club called Rock n' Roll Hotel.

Fun fact of the day: it isn't a hotel.

So anyways, I think the best part of the whole show was not even Owl City. I really enjoyed the openers, they were some fabulous kids.

Unicorn Kid, a totally instrumental guy with a sweet hat, had some sweet beats. All the 14-year-old girls were all like "0h-mah-gah he's soooooo adorable" which was pretty funny because I'm pretty sure if he wasn't famous they wouldn't care...they only cheered when the songs would switch off beats or something...things that you see on TV. Yahoo, flashback to high school with the fake b*tchyness that the TV shows.

Oh, I shall tell you: the picture here was not taken by myself, it was taken by my brother Frankie of my brother Augie. Cute kid eh? :)

So back to the concert: it was sweet. After Unicorn Kid, there was a lady with an AMAZING vocal range. Her names Kate Havnevik and she's from Norway. We caught her after the show as she was coming out of the bathroom and we got pictures and autographs with her. Frankie got her to sign his pick and she said that he's the first person she's done that for. He was proud. I signed up for her mail-list. I know, I'm hardcore.

http://www.myspace.com/katehavnevik

She's my new favorite artist, I announced it to Ana last night and everything. Tay-Swift is still number one due to the fact that she probably always be.....as she IS me. But Kate and Brooke Fraser are next. Fo sho.

After Kate, Owl City got on and did his Owl City thing. It was sweet, pretty cool stuff and I wish I had a better camera. I don't know if I'll ever go to a concert with him again though..too many 14-year-old girls...they b*tch too much. This one girl got mad because my hair was in her face. Really?! Her friend was like why don't you tell her to move or to keep her head straight. I wanted to say something but at the time I was too out of it to think clearly and I didn't want to do something stupid....I was already visualizing my fist punching her nose and I was getting pumped. A little mean...I know. I just can't stand whiny girls. So I held it in and kept enjoying the show. But I really wanted to cuss and knock her to the ground and scare her other little friends. God loves me for my wonderful decision...I hope. Haha.

So I'm going to report my progress for WEEK TWO!

"I will go to bed early Tuesday and Wednesday nights" Well, I tried. I failed. Tuesday I left school as soon as I could and didn't go out to Brion's with the girls. But I still ended up going to bed late. Wednesday or Thursday morning, I forget, I listened to Obama's healthcare address to congress. Joe Wilson is the man. Gotta love him speaking from his heart. The funniest thing is that he's known for being a soft spoken guy. But I stayed up late that night because the Address pushed my homework back.
"I will finish all my stuff that I have to turn in Friday" I did it! I am so proud of myself. Stayed up, got 3 hours of sleep, and am still recovering for it on this Sunday morning, but I DID IT! The two weeks of hard work is over! Now time for the hard work to begin....not to mention the first 2 "easy weeks" of classes is over now. I'm gonna have to keep stepping it up.
"I will stay on top of homework for all my classes: WATCH OUT FOR SPANISH" I DID it. Yay. I showed up a half an hour late to my Spanish class on Wednesday and skipped my Philosophy class because I was feeling really crappy and dizzy that morning but I did the work and am still doing it. I will keep working hard.
"I will use "The List" Check, I used the list. :)
"I will accomplish one thing for "in the future"...preferably class-related like a paper topic or project" Well, I looked online and got possible info for my IT 103 paper. Does that count?
"I will go to the Students Helping Honduras meeting on Wednesday" Yessir.
"email old EVVP teacher to volunteer" Sorry. :(
"I will drink tons of water" I did on a couple of the days.
"I will make my voice better by being healthy: sleep, water, actually taking allergy meds, not being so stressed out" Sleep, not so much but decent until Thursday night. Water...same. Allergy meds..it went downhill on Friday. Not being stressed out? Well, I stay good natured.

So overall, I'd say it's a success. I just need to do homework for the next 2 hours and then I may be pretty well squared away and then I'll do long term things during my Monday morning work slot.

A good song? American Ride by Toby Keith. It's so funny, and so true. That dude keeps it real. Gotta love it.

I might take up fencing. Cece is joining the club and I'm doing it with her. Yay! Something new.

I sure wish I had some lunch with me. I get off of work at two. About two more hours...I can do this. Go Cita. Now I'm off to do homework.

~Esa Cita ♥

More Taylor Swift

Gah, it's Midnight and I'm still not finished with Spanish!!!! I WILL get it done. Even though I won't work on my essays tonight :/

To me, “FEARLESS” is not the absence of fear. It’s not being completely unafraid. To me, FEARLESS is having fears. FEARLESS is having doubts. Lots of them. To me, FEARLESS is living in spite of those things that scare you to death. FEARLESS is falling madly in love again, even though you’ve been hurt before. FEARLESS is walking into your freshmen year of high school at fifteen. FEARLESS is getting back up and fighting for what you want over and over again… even though every time you’ve tried before, you’ve lost. It’s FEARLESS to have faith that someday things will change. FEARLESS is having the courage to say goodbye to someone who only hurts you, even if you can’t breathe without them. I think it’s FEARLESS to fall for your best friend, even though he’s in love with someone else. And when someone apologizes to you enough times for things they’ll never stop doing, I think it’s FEARLESS to stop believing them. It’s FEARLESS to say “you’re NOT sorry”, and walk away. I think loving someone despite what people think is FEARLESS. I think allowing yourself to cry on the bathroom floor is FEARLESS. Letting go is FEARLESS. Then, moving on and being alright…That’sFEARLESS too. But no matter what love throws at you, you have to believe in it. You have to believe in love stories and prince charmings and happily ever after. That’s why I write these songs. Because I think love is FEARLESS.
-Taylor Swift


Yeah, she's amazing.

~Esa Cita

Restless Ramblings

That's Where I Want to Be Right Now...

2:08 AM. I'm exhausted, but won't go to bed. I feel too restless and stressed. I need to run, but I'm feeling so yucky I'd probably puke. Not mention the darkness outside makes it.....not safe.

My heart feels so uptight and I'm scared of not waking up in the morning again. Not many things have been going right lately. Feels like every little thing that happens around me has to screw up. Even the small things. Why must life be a jerk right now?

Anyways, I'm hoping that this typing and blogging and blabbing might help me fall asleep.

My room is an absolute disaster due to my state of mind, and I am not running on enough sleep.

I need to stay positive. This is WEEK 2. It's going to be amazing. I'm going to kick it's ass.

This week:
-my room will get clean
-I will go to bed early Tuesday and Wednesday nights
-I will finish all my stuff that I have to turn in Friday
-I will stay on top f homework for all my classes: WATCH OUT FOR SPANISH
-I will use "The List"
-I will accomplish one thing for "in the future"...preferably class-related like a paper topic or project
-I will go to the Students Helping Honduras meeting on Wednesday
-email old EVVP teacher to volunteer
-I will drink tons of water
-I will make my voice better by being healthy: sleep, water, actually taking allergy meds, not being so stressed out

I know I can do this, it's only week 2. I'm getting overstressed for nothing so I need to keep it cool and keep control. I need a vacation. I'm off to pray and sleep. Goodnight.

~Esa Cita

Random Song I Just Found Today

Brooke Fraser and Taylor Swift - Back in 2005














If famous people could play my best friend Ana and I in a movie, Taylor Swift would be myself and Brooke Fraser would be Ana.

If I am played by Taylor and Ana is played by Brooke, then technically Taylor IS me and Brooke IS Ana.

Therefore theoretically, Brooke Fraser is my best friend.

Today Ana told me about the most amazing song by Brooke, a.k.a. Ana. It is called "Reverie". Now I don't think the sound matched the lyrics so I kinda don't like the song, BUT I absolutely ADORE the lyrics. I feel that they are everything that I would want to say at times for the past year and 2-ish months. It's one of those things that one shouts or cries to themself when they are sad. It's what one says because they are absolutley miserable, the stuff you never admit you felt for your ex. The stuff you have to push YOURSELF through, and decide that you must give up on to move on.

Now that I've shared a happy part of my life (please note the blunt sarcasm), here are the lyrics:

I'm having trouble remembering where the lines cross your face
Your smile is fading from memory
Won't you hurry back and fill that space again?

I'm waiting, watching the water, quietly willing the phone to ring
I suspect this healthy silence
Will continue a few days yet, a few days yet

[Chorus]
I miss you, I miss you
I'm over now, I'm through
I miss you

I'm hanging here just reminiscing
About all the things you said to me
Hoping you plan on returning to interrupt my reverie

[Chorus]
You're sweet, sweeter than honey tea
You're precious and worth more than gold to me
I know I acted selfishly
Come on home

I'll beg and plead if you need me to
I'm head over heels over feet for you
Gonna have you wed by the end of this tune
Well, I hope...

I miss you, I miss you
Don't say we're done
We ain't through


Tough stuff there, no?


~Esa Cita

Career?

I was asked to write about personal history, future goals and aspirations on an application that had 10 lines about a half a centimeter apart. Stressful much? I tried to be as brief as possible, I don't think I've ever written something that's included ALL my "personal history, future goals and aspirations." I decided to write about what I chose for my major...I hope I don't look like an absolute fool.


Here's what I wrote:


I was born in Torrejon Air Base near Madrid, Spain to my Filipino father and Cuban/Spanish mother. I moved to the United States at the age of five months and as an Air Force Brat, I grew up moving to a new house about every two years. In the constant moves throughout my life, I have grown to learn, adopt, and better apreciate the many different cultures that exist in the United States alone. Through my personal observations of cultures in the different locations in the United States, I have come to love analyzing people, how they live, and comparing and contrasting the many cultures that I encounter. Also, as a bilingual multi-racial child, I developed an interest for my Filipino/Hispanic cultures. That, among other things, is what led me to my interests in travelling and ultimately to my choosing of Global Affairs as my major.

Another aspect about me that has developed as a result of my constant moving around is my strong bond to my family. With the constant moving and changes to my everyday life, the one thing that has stayed constant is the family support that I am blessed to have. With six younger siblings, I have learned the sacrifices, love, and craziness that comes with being in a large family. I feel that my passion for justice, service, and love have been driven by my large family background. My passion lies in service to others and I hope to go into a field that will allow me to do humanitarian aid work.


That was definitely longer than 10 lines, but I don't care. It sounds a bit foolish now that I look at it, but it happens...

~Esa Cita

First Post

Hi, my name is Cita. This is my blogspot.

As a result of having teachers at my school forcing me to get a billion different accounts for classes, I decided to make one of these blogspots. I figured that it might make the internet not seem so unappealing to me. With email, facebook, and 4 school internet accounts that I have to check, the internet seems to be taking over my life. Facebook is getting to be too annoyingly addicting, and I'm trying to see how far I can go without using it like an addict.

Anyways, this page will be me talking about life, and will be part of the eventual steering away from Facebook to just posting things every once in a while my Sophomore year of college rolls along.

Random facts about me:

-I'm currently writing about 3 books/works of writing in my head and in random notebooks and word documents and pieces of paper... one day I'll organize myself.

-I cannot stand being bored. I love running & jumping around, anything that makes me feel like I'm flying.

-I love learning, learning cool things makes me feel like I'm flying too.

-I like having pretty nails, a neat room, and a job.

-I'm great with kids, especially the younger ones.

-I love travelling and not staying in the same place.

-I chose the only college that didn't offer me a scholarship because it was the cheapest and easiest to commute to. I regretted it for months, but had no alternative in mind because of circumstances. However, I have grown to love it here.

I want to do too much with my life. But that's what makes things exciting. I'll elaborate more as time passes.

For now, I'm going to read my english homework.

Adios,

Esa Cita