skinny jeans

So it's fair to say that I lead a very active lifestyle. I exercise everyday, sometimes twice. Rock climbing, swimming, running, you name it. But every once in a while I like to be a tad bit gluttunous and overindulge in something so unhealthy and surely diabetes inducing it would make willy wonka wanna shut down his factory. So today was one of those days. Edgar, Eugene and I decided to be brainiacs and take advantage of the $3.99 medium pizza special and the wretched hungry howie's in tower. Little did we know it would not feel so great post-gorge-session. So we took our pizzas, our horchata, garlic bread and headed over to the patio at starbucks where there three asian girls were sitting at one of the tables. Now, don't get me wrong I love my peoples but we all know that face you give to someone of the same cultural background. That "mmm..." face, when you know they shouldn't be doing something and you disapprove. Well these girls, I must describe, were quite hefty to say the least and they gave us that face and started talking shit because we were indulging in that delicious italian creation. But the fact was that these girls were not only severely overwieght they were smoking! Crying out loud it's like (as edgar put it) a toothless person for making fun of someone with crooked teeth. It's just damn hypocrtical.

Well, we didn't care. We gorged ourselves on our food, and strutted away in our skinny jeans.

oh mr. eastwood how i adore thee

After watching the Gran Torino today with the girls, I reaffirmed my childhood crush on that very sexy cowboy in the man with no name trilogy. That's right the very delish Clint Eastwood. The man is so bad ass. Had it been any other actor playing Walt I would have been offended at all the racist slurs he threw on screen, however when viewed within the totality of the plot you see that those words are nothing new, nothing foreign, and as old, unforgiveable, and unforgettably appalling and despicable as arparthied and slavery. He best win an oscar(s) for this film. For lack of a better word it's simply rivetting. Makes you think twice about the verbal shit we throw around everyday.

On another note. School is grand. It's good to be back. Yet, I don't feel as busy. I'm going to start looking for a job.

Salsa, Stone's, Vini's,Denny's

Jane's Bday at Bj's at 8
Drinks with friends at Vini's at 9
Sweatin' till our clothes came off at Salsa @ Starline at 10
Busting out the dirty grind at Vini's Reggae night at 12
Denny's Slamburger at 2am.
Getting to spend the whole night with and incredible guy who makes me insanely happy


= Awesome night.



I'm very much liking the fact that nights like these, an feelings like this, are occurring much more frequently these days.

ELLO LEVANTAME!

Going salsa dancing tonight. I can hardly wait. I've been itching to go since god knows when. I just hope I don't look like a fool since I haven't been dancing, and like all things that need practice, I probably suck now. Either way, Starline better get ready for some sexy time because we are definitely going to heat things up. bahaah...i'm such a loser. Right. WELL... I better practice huh? Tony is taking me tonight. His friends are supposed to be really good....I'm nervous. I always said that I need a man who loves to dance. I am super happy. Wow, this entry is so haphazard..But which one isn't. I should really try not to write in a stream of consciousness. But that would be doomed to fail anyways. LA SALSA NUNCA SE ACABA!

I see you're heart, I'll raise you mine.

I'm starting to climb on the fresno state/yosfit team. It's fun. The people on the team are cool, and chill and I think this is going to be a great way to improve and strengthen my climbing. I worked out with eugene today. It's always fun to see him, he's grown so much as a person. He's definitely going places, and going to do great things. I'm psychic, did I mention that? Met up for lunch with Mr. Boyfriend at Eddie's and for some reason his eyes were this a darker shade of green, but they stood out, especially when we sat outside and the sun hit them. I always wished I had a different eye color. Maybe blue, but then that would be weird. I wish this weekend was over already. I can't stand mock trial, or the people in it. Burned out, is one way to describe the feeling.

Currently, listening to my ipod blaring in the background and this song came on. Love songs don't annoy me so much anymore. ha..go figure. I wish there was a legit espresso house in Fresno. This place proves time and time agian how pitful, and dreary it is. But then it confuses you with the amazing people you meet here. Dad is moving to Canada. I feel sad. I don't like talking about it, although I know I should.

girls grow up.

I find my self not being able to stand certain people. Specifically young girls. Their immaturity annoys me, and I find myself grinding my teeth in order to not say things which would ultimately crush their pedantic, pop culture, monotone dreams. One of my greatest fears is that I used to be one of those. ughhh... I feel old. Even though I'm not. I feel like I don't mesh with these girls. I refer to them as kids though they are only 2 years the younger, and I talk down to them like a parent would berate their devilish hyperactive child. I resent them for having such simplistic view of life, of their complete disregard for life's complexities and their own lavish, self-absorbed existence. I don't listen to them anymore. They think I'm a bitch. I'm just realistic and I don't want to listen to their stupid stories about how they totally know Taylor Swift, or the omg so awesome party their sorority threw last night, or the no way i totally have the blouse in pink i love it, or their socks or stupid dogs.. I'm tired of it. Girls, grow up. When I have my earphones in even though my ipod is dead, take a hint, and shoo.

Mr. Perfect first date, turned to Mr. Many Perfect Dates, has turned into Mr. Boyfriend, as he has had me smiling, and laughing, and experiencing the joy of getting to know somebody you know would impact your life. I find myself being able to talk to him about things that bother me, of things that worry me, of things I love, aspire to do, frustrate, and wish to experience. He spent the holidays with me and my family and on New Years we saw B.B. King live. Needless to say, I started the year of right this time. Not intoxicated, and with someone I feel safe, comfortable, and who's company is beyond enjoyable. Besides my family and my best friends he's the one of the few people I actually enjoy being around and having fun with. I like this feeling very much