Rule #3

So this came to me after my little brother who isn't so little yelled at me for "spazzing" out. I really think it's my personality that he hasn't realized in his 20 years of being my younger brother, but I guess I need to tone it down. I would also like to attribute this quality of mine to my mother - number 1 to freak out over the littlest things. Don't we all though? We are pretty quick to raise our voice and get frazzled. (I could argue, his cutting me off before I finished my sentence is what threw me off the deep end, but I won't. And my mom calling me a million times to be his messenger and forgetting to tell me a million things thereby calling me every goddamn 2 minutes. But I won't...above it.)

Rule #3. Keep calm. [Nothing's as big of a deal as it seems.]

Sit on it. It'll make the holiday season that much easier to handle when you're stuck with family members who bring out the worst in you. I mean that in the most loving way. I'm sure you know what I mean.

Rules that I've grown to live by

I'm sorry for the gap in posts -- finals week. But I do have a post in the works that is quite lengthy and thought out that I haven't finished writing quite yet. As I sit at home, post-finals and after a week of excitement along with finals, I can't help but blog about what I've recently been tweeting.
These are the rules that I've learned to live by. They're in somewhat in an order of importance, but also chronologically when they come into my life. As of now, there are 4...but it goes up to 5.5. The reason for that is I know there will be a rule better than 4 but not as good as 2, it just hasn't come to me in the form of words yet. So here they are:

Rule #1. Never get sloppy. ☝
Rule #2. Keep it classy. 💄
Rule #3. [Pending]
Rule #4. Trust few. 🙅
Rule #5. Being low maintenance doesn't mean you don't care. 😷
Rule #5.5. Being a carefree lover doesn't mean you don't have emotions. They're hidden for a reason. 💔

Take them as they are.

Guess where I ended up

It's not news that you will find me in South O's local Starbucks: laughing, crying, being studious. This place is like my second apartment on campus. After a fabulous dinner date with a good friend of mine, I find myself wandering into Starbucks for some "dessert": a skinny caramel brûlée latte. I had a phone meeting with a DSP alum which went well talking about post-grad professional life and trying to figure out what my next step will be.
Post dinner date and phone meeting, I have the realization that I'm done for the week with nothing but the drive home left to look forward to! No better feeling. I still get this pang of sadness, maybe it's loneliness, my aunt says its the blues, whatever this feeling is called, I get it everytime I find myself wandering into my favorite Starbucks. At the same time, nothing beats sitting back on the big comfy couch by the fireplace, sipping my favorite drink and blogging away. What an evil thing life does to me: my favorite place is my sad place, too.
Where do you find yourself whenever you need a pick-me-up or simply want to relax? It's always good to have a place like that.

...Just to take a moment, breathe, and be in complete relaxation.

Monday Remedy: Starbucks

Once again, hitting up Starbucks to get the season's best flavor: caramel brûlée. It's the exclusivity of it that allows me to indulge. Also the marketing, let's be real- it's hard to turn down that adorable picture of it with the sprinkles and whipped cream (even though I get it skinny). To indulge in a variation of it such as a misto, makes a Monday more bearable. When I get that feeling of being a little bluesy, I make it a point to get my drink, plop on a couch & take a few moments to myself.
Have any Monday remedies? I hope this name drop doesn't make you want to head over to your nearest Sbux, because that happens to me all the time. Zero self control.

HAPPY MAGNIFICENT MONDAY!

November

How do you feel about celebrating "the season" right after Halloween? I know the majority of people will cringe in horror and say "what about Thanksgiving?" I know, because I used to be that way! But here are my thoughts on listening to your favorite holiday tunes days, breaking out the Christmas Starbucks cup & thinking about decor following the end of October:
•Situation - it's very soon after midterms and most likely you wish to be brain dead but instead Mr. Brain needs a break. Enjoy and relax to the sounds of the most exciting time of year.
•Feelings - in the past celebration meant being with that significant other. Now it's about learning how to celebrate accordingly - alone. Not letting those adorable holiday activities from the past get to you, so you gotta start learning how to enjoy them alone.
And lastly,
•Happiness: if Christmas time makes you happy, gosh, celebrate all year if you'd like! It makes me happy, so why not happify myself now?
People say I'll get sick of all this holiday stuff by the 25 of December. I promise you, I won't. It never will.

Think about it.

Thoughts

It's not the fact that I'm single. It's the fact that I know what loving and being loved felt.
That juxtaposition makes the difference.

El viaje por Peru

I write this on my Kindle Fire as I have become to realize being on a laptop needs to be cut back, as well as for the iphone. Anyway, I write this on meine Omi's California king size bed after a siesta followed by a million attempts to guess and then retrieve my password for this account. Yesterday, I flew to Lima, Peru with my parents to visit my grandma and uncle, in addition to a little R&R. Funfact 1: the last time I was here was in 2004 and I was a fat bitch about it. Fact 2: the last time I traveled with a parent was in 2004. With both parents? 2001. Fact 3: I almost prefer flying alone. Our trip began at 10 AM leaving for the Phila airport. We arrived in ATL by 3:30, and were on our way to South America by 5:30. Arrival at grandma's was 12:30. Between leaving the airport and getting to grandma's the driver took us through a scenic route that is parallel to the Pacific Ocean, you know, just like in Cali. What a trip. As we know, my dad and I love to drink and on the international flight we got free drinks. Dream come true. Let me tell you, mom bought at dutyfree an abundance of alcohol and we were beyond tempted to start the party early. As we were arriving to Lima airport, one of the airplane flaps wasn't opening and we were just circling the Pacific until it fixed itself. Mom was losing it. She can make an entire room freak out over nothing at all. Anywho, it was pleasant the my tired and not feeling so well grannie woke up (dressed to the tee) and had the table ready for a little midnight grubbin'. She's the cutest. Haven't seen her in over 4 years! Well today we did a little car tour, ran errands, and ended with a siesta. Of course I'm up and everyone is napping/doing their own thing. Wish the little bro could have came to explore with me. Oh well. Ill have few pictures from today to post later, I hope I can get an update on my surfing lessons! E - lil miss world traveler