Viva Don Bosco

Time to brag: I got to see St. Don Bosco's relics at the Shrine on Tuesday. Boom, roasted.

I also finished a paper on Wednesday in a few hours on the shift in capitalism from fordism to a more flexible accumulation. Long sad story on the trials and tribulations of this paper. Basically, I didn't read the directions right and therefore spent all day doing work. Wahwahcomplaincomplain whine.

Howeverrrrrr, after two lectures tomorrow I will be on my weekend!!!!!! :DDD

So, this week I got accepted to the Catholic Philosophy class that I wanted to take! I'm pumpedddddd. Class starts on Friday, and my professor already sent us the readings for the next three weeks. It's nothing compared to my culture class that's 100 pages a week, so it'll be something that I can actually learn from. Chyea budddyyyyyy, I can't wait.


It's also Therese's feast day Friday, you bettt I'm pumped. Also, Saturday is Matt and Carmen day so we're doing a picnic on Teddy Roosevelt Island and some cool stuff in DC. I kinda feel like randomly going to the beach for the day next weekend. Yahhooo for life!!

K, I'm exhausted and should probably get some sleep. Goodnight world, no more day dreaming.


~Esa Cita

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Missing out on watching you grow up is something I think is a true shame, but I guess God has a plan for everything. It wasn't something He couldn't pull me through, so I cannot regret it.

He has made everything beautiful in its own time.

~Esa Cita

Beach High...

A Cloudy Sunrise

I got back from the beach Sunday...good stuff.

Good stuff.

Now, I am behind on so many things academically, but it's been a terrific Monday I must say.

God is good, all the time. All the time, God is good.

Between watching the sunrise, making new friends & cherishing the old ones, having an awesome time with Jesus in adoration, I've got to say that I'm even more happy. This year just can't get happier.

Whenever I look back on semesters past and the good times that I've had, I can't help but notice the prevailing sadness that I encountered then. It's like the clouds that never could go away. But now, this semester, there's nothing but an overall joy from love. This truly is the year of FIRE!

Another example of fire can be shown in this picture of all the people that went on the beach retreat this weekend:


How AWESOME is that?!?!?! This just makes me so happy. The communion of saints is totally exemplified here in a powerful way...this definitely shows the increasing amount of people that KNOW that they are made for more!

Ah....I can't get enough.

So, today I have spent so many hours looking at pictures online and uploading my own to find how much everyone enjoyed their time here. Now that we are back on campus, the challenge is to live out our new, fired-up lives on campus. Beach retreat gives us the opportunity to spark that fire, now it's time to live it! [Mario voice: Yaaahhhooooo] Julia-Anne was telling me how it's difficult...so true; and attacking the difficulties is what makes beach retreat all the while.

Now I have a Geography test I NEED to be ready for. I love this class, and the professor is amazing, so A++++++++++++ is a must.

night night,
~Esa Cita

La Playa

Silly Bandz Craze

It's 3AM and I should be in bed, sleeping after a week of going non-stop moving around ....and before beach retreat.

Insteaddddddd....I'm not even packed, my room is a disaster, and I'm exhausted and about to take a shower. Excellent job, haha. Father isn't pleased with me.

Time seems to have caught up with me...I remember a year ago and it's crazy that so much has happened in a year. I started this blog about a year ago! Yahhooooo for time passing.

This year is the year. It's awesome and on fire. But it's not the fire where you go a billion miles an hour then burn out. This time, it'll be one where I slowly move like I've never moved before, always keeping in mind that I'm human and that I'm only capable of so much. Nothing glorious, but keeping the fire alive inside.

Tonight I was surprised with red roses and went on a coffee-getting, walk-going date with this dude that I call my boyfriend on weekdays and weekends. Although we had to leave right after because it was getting late, it was good times. I love talking walks and things like that. I think my favorite times with friends have been when we just chill at night, walking around or sitting by some place and talking randomly about life. I hope to do some more this weekend at the playaaaaaaaaa.

The week has been absolutely crazzzyyyyy. I had no time to do homework this weekend because my family was down for my dad's retirement ceremony, so I've been non-stop everyday since Sunday night..But it's okay, because I will slowly but surely catch up with life and this weekend will be awesome.

Goals for the weekend:
-get to know someone whom I haven't had the chance to know before
-catch up with at least 3 people that I haven't been able to catch up with in months
-listen to what God wants from me
-grow in Love for my brothers and sisters

K. Time to make sure that that I don't leave my family with a mess this weekend...and then probably off to get about 3 hours of sleep.

~Esa Cita

Being Nice

A Friendly Handshake


Often when I've had the conversation about first impressions with friends, I have been told that I "looked nice" when they first met me. Haha, little did they know that lil Cita has so much under that sweet innocent face... Just kidding. (a lil bit)

As sassy or tough or nerdy or airheaded or loving as I am on the inside, my countenance tends to be welcoming and ... well, just nice. I hardly get into fights, I'll just yell many-a-random exasperation and give lots of attitude here and there. I don't get very evil when you go deep; I just get honestly tough if you ask for it.

Soooooooo, as a result, fights are uncomfortable for me. Very uncomfortable. I'm not good at it. At times I even forget what I'm arguing about or lose my point even when it's clear as day that what I'm saying makes sense and that I'm right (which I always am, of course).

However, I recently learned the value of a good fight. Sometimes, we just need to fight it out because bottling it all up never keeps humans together...it just leads to the explosion of radical confusion. Fight or flight? Which to choose?

If you think about it, fighting is what keeps people together. I can take every single elder Cuban couple that I know for an example....they can't breathe for five minutes without yelling at the love of their life. A common phrase my grandparents use when arguing is "pero mi vida, ... [blahblaharguement]!!!!" which means, "but my love, ... [blahblaharguement]!!" They are calling each other their love while yelling so intensely that the poor kitty next door is crying.

The only people that I actually fight with is my family, and that's never been an issue to me.
Now that I think about it ....if we didn't, that'd be one messed up family. Holding things in, especially in family, can be so bad. I can comfortably fight with them, and it's probably one of the way we stay together....we fight and somehow can move on from it.

Being naturally nice, as easy as it is for me, can be such a dreadful evil in having a wholesome life. I recently experienced that fighting it out is wonderful way to grow and sometimes brings people closer together.

Don't get me wrong, I'm definitely still a fan of yelling in exasperation and exclaiming randomly when I can't form my thoughts correctly...however, I hope to grow in the skill of properly fighting and making up.

Fight or flight? May I choose the fight for the make-up.

Have you fought with someone today? Jk, but seriously..

~Esa Cita

Unchanging

When I'm up when I'm down when I'm tossed all around like a boat on the open sea
When I'm angry or sad, feeling selfish or mad you are there in spite of me
Though my life may be in need of some rearranging
Your love is always there for me unchanging, unchanging!


-Joe Zelek

Ele-Ele-Elevator

I wanted to find an elevator which would raise me to Jesus, for I am too small to climb the rough stairway of perfection. I searched, then, in the Scriptures for some sign of this elevator, the object of my desires, and I read these words coming from the mouth of Eternal Wisdom: "Whoever is a LITTLE ONE, let him come to me." And so I succeeded. I felt I had found what I was looking for. But wanting to know, O my God, what You would do to the very little one who answered Your call, I continued my search and this is what I discovered: "As one whom a mother caresses, so will I comfort you; you shall be carried at the breasts, and upon the knees they shall caress you." Ah! never did words more tender and more melodious come to give joy to my soul. The elevator which must raise me to heaven is Your arms, O Jesus! And for this I had no need to grow up, but rather I had to remain little and become this more and more.

-Story of a Soul

A Week and A Day

It's been a week since I posted but I feel like it's been forever and a day ago. This week has been so busy that it seems as though I've been here for 3 weeks.

A week and a day into classes, I'm not too tired...but I did do the unthinkable today: I woke up around the time that I normally did for work in the summer and got out of the house way early. 6AM wakeup and a 6:40 departure! Not bad, especially since my first class starts at 10:30. The only reason this happened was because I got dropped off and that's the only time I could get on campus....but we won't talk about that. ;)

As a reward for getting here early, I treated myself to some of our nasty coffee and my favorite blueberry muffin from our fake-starbucks downstairs of this building we call the JC. Even though I've been reading all morning...my slow self couldn't finish a simple 50 pages. So sad...I'm not used to reading much yet.

Well, time to go. I think my laptops about to die.

~Esa Cita

Come, Crossfire

Here starts the fall semester again at George Mason!

Wednesday marks the third day of classes....and it's going to be a rough year. Worth it, totally worth it, but rough....and it's going to be the year. The year of the best thing.


This is going to be the year of dreams coming true, of wonderful being overcome by even more wonders. It's going to be the year where I work my butt off to find the marvelous fruits of my labor, where things that we never thought would be possible will take the world by storm. We won't know what hit us, we won't understand why we're so on FIRE.

This year is the year of the FIRE.

And now, I will do my all-nighter to make sure I don't lose the flame already and will rest it off at night before my easy Thursdays!!!

~Esa Cita