Cry Me a River

Staying up late redesigning the blog.

Happy Thanksgiving to all.

I have had a tough week--blame it on the womanly woes. My poor Carlos has had to deal with me literally bawling my head off. And I do not exaggerate. My tears soaked his jackets and his shirts. He didn't do anything wrong, no one has done anything wrong to me. I just need to cry. And cry a lot. I spend a night crying, getting over it, being happy for 10 min and then crying some more. I think that's all I've done this break is cry.

C even resorted to buying me Cafe Rio, it made me calm for a lil' bit, then the tears ensued.

All I do is cry, cry, cry.

Cry me a river? Yeah, I think I've cried a lake.

Yeah--I have no life. Sue me.

Happy Tuesday

Oh yes. Tuesday nights. It has become a sort of tradition--a guilty tradition--I watch Gossip Girl. I know, I know. A college grad watching Gossip Girl--well, it happens.

I love the story lines and the pretty people. It's a nice escape.

Happy day. Happy Gossip Girl.

Plans Gone Awry

Um, hello excellent day. Hello excellent week.

It seems like the more and more things are thrown at Carlos and I--the stronger that we get. Sure, we have had out smallish disagreements, but I feel like we are understanding each other and us even more. I cannot tell you the glorious feeling that it is to be in love with your best friend.

This week has been filed with surprises, laughter, tears (always mine), shouting, and most of all kisses.

I decided that I will be living at The Granary--most commonly known as The Nunnery. It's quite lovely. After two apartments not working out--I am hoping that the 3rd time is the charm. Please cross your fingers that it is.

Today was just--peachy. I lounged around the house. I woke up at around 11--which, call me fat and lazy--I call it my sleep in day. I kind of had to tell myself to just take a chill pill. I've had to tell myself this a couple of times throughout the past few days. My mind was racing with what I needed to do. But, then I had to stop and wonder, what did I want to do?

Well, all I really wanted to do was do sit and let my brain die for a little bit. It happens to everyone, and I especially needed it. I stayed up until 2 am watching shows...ooops. So, I contented myself with studying for the GMAT, Pinterest, Gchat, Facebook, the gym, and trying not to bother Carlos. If I had it my way, I would end up driving over to snuggle with him--alas--I couldn't. Did I mention that I found out that my car needed a new clutch? Hello no money for a month. I am not particularly excited for that.

Whatever. It's going to be ok. It really will. Hey, I'm going to go spend like the rest of my life on Pinterest.

Sundance. . .and Interview Thoughts

I just came back from an interview at Sundance. Ah. I love that place. I practically grew up there. I applied to be a ski instructor there!

I don't get myself sometimes. I always want more to do. It's like this summer, when I was working full-time at Boostability and studying for the LSAT and I had sports camps. I was a crazy lil' one. I love when my life is so busy though. I would rather be running around than lounging about. That's just me. So, my plan with ski instructing is to work 3 days a week (I would be part time) and somehow have time to apply to business school and keep up a relationship with my Carlos.

The interview questions that Sundance gave me were: oddly insightful. I commend them on the questions.

One: What do you think your purpose in life is?
Um, what? This is just a job interview to be a ski instructor. Not like a Peace Core thing. I kind of chuckled at the question, and then the interviewer gave me a funny look. Sorry, I thought that the question was just so probing! 


How can Sundance help you on your quest in life?
Quest? Really? I never thought of my life like that. . .but, if you want to put my life in epic terms--I guess you could call it a quest. 


Oh Sundance. I love that place. My interviews went well. The interview is in 3 parts. So far, I've made it past 2 rounds. It was really interesting to see the other applicants. Sometimes I feel bad for the people applying. For the second round of interviews (I am pretty sure the first one was to make sure that you weren't a serial killer or something) I had to wait for a guy in front of me to complete his interview. And, it was really easy to hear what was going on. (Of course I listened in--I tried to read about Steve Jobs (yes I have the biography) but I couldn't focus) Isn't that the smart thing to do?

I thought his interview went pretty well. He had the interviewee laughing and he said some good things (Yes, I took note). But, he didn't get the golden ticket to the next round. Guess how I found out? Because I made it past the second round. I guess the guy was so impressed with my skills that he informally invited me to the 3 round. He even gave me his card and phone number so I wouldn't forget. The round where they take us to Brighton! I am stoked!

I could do that---right?!

Sometimes I wonder when I am going to grow up and get a real person job. I guess I already have one, but I am attracted to positions like ski instructors and sports camp counselors. Does that say something about me? I guess I will always be a kid at heart.

Carlos found out he got a scholarship! I am so proud of him! He's been studying all week for tests and stuff. I'm waiting for him to come pick me up right now. . .

Bailamos. . .Let's Dance

I have to get it out there. I have a fascination.

And this fascination is border-line obsession.

The smooth voice and the beautiful lyrics are all a girl ever needs.


Enrique. 

Those three syllables instantly stop my heart.

Don't make fun. I know you are jealous. I know you have a love crush on him too.
Who doesn't?

I've normally don't like men with Spanish accents--but for Enrique I make an exception. He always reminds me of good times in the DR. Ones that I will never forget. He reminds me of how romantic Spanish can be.

Carlos and I joke about how he is my Enrique and I am his Penelope Cruz. If I only looked like that. . .

My daily ritual consists of going to work at 7 am--which--contrary to popular belief, I love going to work so early. I love being the first one there. I can blast my Enrique without any worry or care. He is just the perfect beginning to any day. And all of his songs---if any boy sang that to me--I would be his.

Oh Enrique. You make my heart flutter. And I'm not being unfaithful to Carlos. Don't you worry. I just love Enrique too.

Freshman Friends and Old Friends. . .

Sometimes I think I might be the craziest person alive.
But then, I hang out with Kristie and Cec and then I know I am not.
I've missed the crazy times that we used to have. I do not exaggerate--they were crazy. Mostly fun.
Good times. We went to a crepe shoppe to try it out--and boy was it yummy. We also had a good chat about boys, rings, and marriage. How could you not? It was therapeutic to talk to Cec and Kristie.

Saw my old freshman friend--played racquetball with him. Being with him only wanted me to be with Carlos more. (But Carlos was sleeping) So I let my freshman friend take me to Yogurtland--it was the least I could do. ;) It was fun to see him and talk to him. He said some really interesting things that about love. Of course we were discussing Carlos.

Hanging out with Carlos' friends was fun as well! I got to make them buffalo chicken bites--inspired by Pinterest of course. Carlos and I laughed about how we were washing dishes, cleaning up and cooking when we were there. We are kind of old. We all went to a haunted corn maze--which was the epitome of Halloween. I guess they are more my friends as well.
Sometimes it's kind of funny how used to him I am. In a good way. More and more it feels like we are singular rather than separate. It's all about us. Not about one of us.

It was great to hang out with people and see how much I have changed. It may not be noticeable to them--but I feel different. Each time, I realize, that Carlos is my best friend. We might disagree over some things, and we might just like to bother each other as well. But so it goes with best friends. You take the best with the worst.

The holidays are approaching. And so are some major things that I will get to do.
Excited?
Yes.
Nervous?
Definitely.

It's all going to work out. It all wil.
It always does.