Salsa Night Vintage Days 06

Last night was incredible. Had such a blast. Came early to help set up. Ended up really beautiful kinda like a midnight tropical rendevous. The band was sizzling, and there were some awesome guest dj's spinning too. The preformances were hott! The tango, the cha cha cha, and of course salsa. Helped out with the H20 a little, then it was time to hit the dance floor! The night was mucho caliente. Can't really describe how much fun it was!Got to dance with my favorite rico, and my old buds. Love to my euge, and patrick, and all those who came. Euge is so fly. spread that eagle. Hot music, Hott people. What could be better? So I leave you with some pictures.My guys..fsu salseros actin curazy backstage before the preformance..They like to pretend they're models..uhm...no...lol...but they're all STUDS!!!!haha bryan's face. what is kevin doin?haha pop the collar.suavemente...
damn.wish i could do this..
bravissimothat's all for now, my feet hurt like mad.

And Ode To The Nice Girls- Reprise

guess i need to vent.It's interesting really, how people change. I've realized that this year. So much has changed for the better and for the worse. Unfortunately a lot has changed for the worse that I don't know where I went wrong. On one end I've gotten so much closer to two of my friends,and have also gained so many new friends that I don't how I ever lived without. But, on the other end, certain people that I thought I really knew just change. They change in the way the act, the way the treat others, everything that I grew to love about them just changed. But then again, did I really know them? I mean, did I really know who they really were? Or was everything just an act, a mask, a lie? Was I fooled, or did I just fail to see past the good times, and laughs that we always shared? Whatever happened, I realize that people change. And no matter how much it may hurt, or how much you may hate it, the fact is life goes on, with or without them, you just move on. I guess that's just a part of life. People move away, you promise to always be there for each other, to never change who we are, but somehow we always seem too. It's just human nature, we can't ever promise to never change. We can promise however, to never change our morals. And therin lies the irony. It's a damn shame. Because what are we supposed to do? Say "fuck it" and eat some more ice cream. Tomorrow's a new day. One more day you know that you lived not hidden behind lies. If that's the case, more power to you, some people may never be at peace with themeselves.

An Ode To The Nice Girls

This is my tribute to the nice girls. To the nice girls who are overlooked, who become friends and nothing more, who spend hours fixating upon their looks and their personalities and their actions because it must be they that are doing something wrong. This is for the girls who don't give it up on the first date, who don't want to play mind games, who provide a comforting hug and a supportive audience for a story they've heard a thousand times. This is for the girls who understand that they aren't perfect and that the guys they're interested in aren't either, for the girls who flirt and laugh and worry and obsess over the slightest glance, whisper, touch, because somehow they are able to keep alive that hope that maybe... maybe this time he'll have understood. This is homage to the girls who laugh loud and often, who are comfortable in skirts and sweats and combat boots, who care more than they should for guys who don't deserve their attention. This is for those girls who have been in the trenches, who have watched other girls time and time again fake up and make up and fuck up the guys in their lives without saying a word. This is for the girls who have been there from the beginning and have heard the rite words of advice, from "there are plenty of fish in the sea," to "time heals all wounds." This is to honor those girls who know that guys are just as scared, as they are, who know that they deserve better, who are seeking to find it.This is for the girls who have never been in love, but know that it's an experience that they don't want to miss out on. For the girls who have sought a night with friends and been greeted by a night of catcalling, rude comments and explicit invitations that they'd rather not have experienced. This is for the girls who have spent their weekends sitting on the sidelines of a beer pong tournament or a case race, or playing Florence Nightingale for a vomiting guy friend or a comatose crush, who have received a drunk phone call just before dawn from someone who doesn't care enough to invite them over but is still willing to pass out in their bed. This is for the girls who have left sad song lyrics in their away messages, who have tried to make someone understand through a subliminally appealing profile, who have time and time again dropped their male friend hint after hint after hint only to watch him chase after the first blonde girl in a skirt. This is for the girls who have been told that they're too good or too smart or too pretty, who have been given compliments as a way of breaking off a relationship, who have ever been told they are only wanted as a friend.This one's for the girls who you can take home to mom, but won't because it's easier to sleep with a whore than foster a relationship; this is for the girls who have been led on by words and kisses and touches, all of which were either only true for the moment, or never real to begin with. This is for the girls who have allowed a guy into their head and heart and bed, only to discover that he's just not ready, he's just not over her, he's just not looking to be tied down; this is for the girls who believe the excuses because it's easier to believe that it's not that they don't want you, it's that they don't want anyone. This is for the girls who have had their hearts broken and their hopes dashed by someone too cavalier to have cared in the first place; this is for the nights spent dissecting every word and syllable and inflection in his speech, for the nights when you've returned home alone, for the nights when you've seen from across the room him leaning a little too close, or standing a little too near, or talking a little too softly for the girl he's with to be a random hookup. This is for the girls who have endured party after party in his presence, finally having realized that it wasn't that he didn't want a relationship: it was that he didn't want you. I honor you for the night his dog died or his grandmother died or his little brother crashed his car and you held him, thinking that if you only comforted him just right, or said the right words, or rubbed his back in the right way then perhaps he'd realize what it was that he already had. This is for the night you realized that it would never happen, and the sunrise you saw the next morning after failing to sleep.This is for the "I really like you, so let's still be friends" comment after you read more into a situation than he ever intended; this is for never realizing that when you choose friends, you seldom choose those which make you cry yourself to sleep. This is for the hugs you've received from your female friends, for the nights they've reassured you that you are beautiful and intelligent and amazing and loyal and truly worthy of a great guy; this is for the despair you all felt as you sat in the aftermath of your tears, knowing that that night the only companionship you'd have was with a pillow and your teddy bear. This is for the girls who have been used and abused, who have endured what he was giving because at least he was giving something; this is for the stupidity of the nights we've believed that something was better than nothing, though his something was nothing we'd have ever wanted. This is for the girls who have been satisfied with too little and who have learned never to expect anything more: for the girls who don't think that they deserve more, because they've been conditioned for so long to accept the scraps thrown to them by guys.This is what I don't understand. Men sit and question and whine that girls are only attracted to the mean guys, the guys who berate them and belittle them and don't appreciate them and don't want them; who use them for sex and think of little else than where their next conquest will be made. Men complain that they never meet nice girls, girls who are genuinely interested and compelling, who are intelligent and sweet and smart and beautiful; men despair that no good women want to share in their lives, that girls play mind games, that girls love to keep them hanging. Yet, men, I ask you: were you to meet one of these genuinely interested, thrillingly compelling, interesting and intelligent and sweet and beautiful and smart girls, were you to give her your number and wait for her to call... and if you were to receive a call from her the next day and she, in her truthful, loyal, intelligent and straightforward nice girl fashion, were to tell you that she finds you intriguing and attractive and interesting and worth her time and perhaps material from which she could fashion a boyfriend, would you or would you not immediately call your friends to tell them of the "stalker chick" you'd met the night prior, who called you and wore her heart on her sleeve and told the truth? And would you, or would you not, refuse to make plans with her, speak with her, see her again, and once again return to the bar or club or party scene and search once more for this "nice girl" who you just cannot seem to find? Because therein lies the truth, guys: we nice girls are everywhere. But you're not looking for a nice girl. You're not looking for someone genuinely interested in your intramural basketball game, or your anatomy midterm grade, or that argument you keep having with your father; you're looking for a quick fix, a night when you can pretend to have a connection with another human being which is just as disposable as the condom you were using during it.So don't say you're on the lookout for nice girls, guys, when you pass us up on every step you take. Sometimes we go undercover; sometimes we go in disguise: sometimes when that girl in the low cut shirt or the too tight miniskirt won't answer your catcalls, sometimes you're looking at a nice girl in whore's clothing - - we might say we like the attention, we might blush and giggle and turn back to our friends, but we're all thinking the same thing: "This isn't me. Tomorrow morning, I'll be wearing a tee shirt and flannel shorts, I'll have slept alone and I'll be making my hung over best friend breakfast. See through the disguise. See me." You never do. Why? Because you only see the exterior, you only see the slutty girl who welcomes those advances. You don't want the nice girl So don't say you're looking for a relationship: relationships take time and energy and intent, three things we're willing to extend - - but in return, we're looking for compassion and loyalty and trust, three things you never seem willing to express. Maybe nice guys finish last, but in the race they're running they're chasing after the whores and the sluts and the easy-targets... the nice girls are waiting at the finish line with water and towels and a congratulatory hug (and yes, if she's a nice girl and she likes you, the sweatiness probably won't matter), hoping against hope that maybe you'll realize that they're the ones that you want at the end of that silly race.So maybe it won't last forever. Maybe some of those guys in that race will turn in their running shoes and make their way to the concession stand where we're waiting; however, until that happens, we still have each other, that silly race to watch, and all the chocolate we can eat (because what's a concession stand at a race without some chocolate?)

Buongiorno

Today I went to the Poverella House to help with lunch with some pretty awesome people from the Salsa Club. It really made me think, of what I want out of life. Seeing all those people, with practically nothing. It made me very sad, especially seeing the kids starving, just waiting to be fed, their clothes soaked through, and shivering because of the rain. It made me very thankful of my parents, and where and how I live. It also helped me realize what I really want to acomplish. You would never think that the smallest act could in return give back to you ten fold of what you gave in. As I was trying to get some homework done I kept getting side tracked, because I kept thinking, day dreaming. I don't know why it hit me so hard, it just did.So I've made a few additions and placed more emphasis on some of the goals I've achieved thus far, or want for this year.Philanthropy, Scholastic Organizations:- Volunteer at the Poverella House every Saturday- Volunteer at with Buddy Systems every Wednesday or Thursday- Volunteer for Big Brothers Big Sisters org.- Volunteer at Children's Hospital, or community hospital- Get an internship at and established, legitimate law firm (preferably McCormick Barstow)- Get more involved with AS: run for Senator of Social Sciences or Vice President next year. Committee chair openings?- Run for Vice President of Phi Alpha Delta next week.- Take less classes next semester. (preferably 18 units max)Personal Endeavours:- Learn Italian; take a class next semester- Take Latin Dance, and Ballroom Dance- Try out for the Salsa Preformance Team at the end of this semester- Get a job- Work out 3-4 times a week.- Book 3 local bands for the pit

Me Encanta Salsa

So I don't know how I ever lived without it. It's something that just flows and feels so natural. The reason why I enjoy salsa more than any other dance is because..well...it's sexy. Plain and simple. It's not like when you go clubbing at red room and you see these two people dry humping on a wall and it makes you say "uh whaaaa?". Salsa, is way sexier than that. No matter what age it's so much fun to learn, and it's quick to pick up. It's especially fun when you find a guy that has a really sexy style, and basically very experienced, and he teaches you all these moves that make you and the people around you just go "WOW!" You get a really good feeling, and it just makes you wanna keep dancing becuase you get so much energy from your partner. It's different from ballroom. I love ballroom dancing let me say that, my parents used to compete and tried for years to get me to try but I just didn't care too much for it. Unlike salsa ballroom is very repetitive and proper. Whereas in salsa you use more creativity, and you can develop your own style. It's such a refreshing change, I'm in love with it. You meet so many cool people, professionals, students, and even mechanical engineer professors! Tonight I met this guy that is actually teaching at buchanan because apparently they have a latin dance group now. He is a....wild dancer to say the least. But, that's only because he's very passionate about what he does.Dips, Spins, Holds, Crossover doohickys, so many combinations, it can get intense. I can honestly say that for my second time, I already know that this is something that I wanna do for the rest of my life. It's also very encouraging when you get compliments from people on how quick you learn. I guess it's really helpful when you have some background in music. Of course I must give some advice to the guys out there. Wanna learn how to win over the ladies? Learn to dance. My preference...salsa duh. It makes the girl feel less like your sex toy such as when your grindin in the club, and more like your sexy Goddess. And girls, just try it. Yes, be careful there are some chumps out there that just go to pick up chicks, so be aware. But, everyone needs to experience it at least once! You won't regret it.

And We Danced the Night Away...

So, I really must say that the Viennese Ball at Stanford greatly exceeded my expectations of a great time. First off, My dad and I made it to Palo Alto in a record two hours. Unfortunately we got lost for a half hour getting to Stanford. Anyways, we arrive at FroSoCo (Carlos' dorm a.k.a. Freshman Sophomore College) to find Carlos standing on outside waiting for us. So totally did a James Bondish move and jumped out of the car while it was moving and tackled him. I missed him so much. It was so good to see him after two months of just talking on the phone. I wasn't about to let a moving car get in the way! After mucho hugs and kisses, we ran up to the his room to get dressed for the ball. Luckily I got my hair done after school, and did my make-up in the car on the way up. So all I did was slip into my dress, take a few pictures, then off to the dinner. We went with 6 of Carlos' friends to this cutsey little Italian resturant called Bella Luna in Downtown Palo Alto. After a lovely dinner it was off to the Ball! By the way, Carlos looked so handsome in his white tuxedo. I was defintely the luckiest girl there. Upon arriving at the Hyatt Hotel where they were holding the ball, we see this beautiful ice sculpture of a ballroom dancing couple. Everything was beautiful. Around the glass sculture, were a delcious assortment of deli's and desserts. Carlos and tried to watch the opening ceremonies but, to say the least there was a wall of people blocking our way. So Carlos gives me a 15 minute crash course in the Rotary Walts, Cross Step Walts, and 3 different variations of swing. I semi got a hold of them but I really did wish I knew before hand how to dance. So we step out on the dance floor for the first time and try the waltz. It was...interesting. Okay, okay, it was rather unsuccessful. But after a lil practice we got a hold of it. There were so many people, that we kept crashing into people. After a lil waltzing and polka ing? We head into the next ballroom, which was a swing room. I love swing! It was so much fun. Throughout the night the different dance groups of Stanford such as Los Salseros, Swing Time, Decadance, and the Stanford Ballroom Dance team (just to name a few) preformed some awesome exhibitions. Very inspiring. To say the least we danced the night away till 2 in the morning. The fact that I can't exactly feel the soles of my feet, except for this numbing sensation when I walk was completely worth all fun I had that night! All of Carlos' friends were so nice, and just all around great people. They really made the night very enjoyable. But, of course I had the greatest date of them all! Thank you Carlos for a wonderful time. Words can't express how much I miss you, and Love YOU!

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Sometimes I wish life would just slow down, so we could all take a breather, and maybe enojoy all the little things that we're too busy to recognize. I've been extrememly stressed lately, mainly because of school and the heavy work load. I'm pretty much hating myself right now for taking 2 science classes, but whatever. I've been going to the new Rec Center a lot, and really focusing on getting my body healthier, and I've been eating somewhat healthier, if you don't count the Crunchwrap Supreme I had for lunch today. I love the rec center. I can just go, put on my mp3, and cycle or run while I just think. I guess one good thing about being so busy with school is that for once I finally feel like I'm absorbing something from my education, unlike last semester. Academia; it's a love hate relationship. Anyways, I've been looking into law schools lately, and getting really excited and motivated. Right now, my dream law school is Penn State. Unfortunately it's across the country. A very close second is Stanford. Well, I guess that's it. My life right now, is all about college. I know I have no life, but I'd rather get the hardest semester out of the way sooner rather than later.In other news, my 18th birthday is coming up. All I have to say is it's about damn time! But I'm very excited. Having a lil dinner party with some close friends at Trelio in Old Town. It's going to be a smashing good ol time. The following weekend I'll be heading up to Stanford for Carlos' Vienesse Ball. I miss going to formals and proms, but this one is a bit different. It's actual ballroom dancing. There's also a swing room. I'm so excited. It'll be the first time I see him in 1 and 1/2 months. I miss him so much.so to sum up:life is good. stressful. but good.