The art of enjoying nothing

I recently read some of 'Eat Pray Love', which is a true story and soon to be a major motion picture. It's a beautifully written book with a wry, comedic view on her year of travel to Italy (eat), India (pray) and Indonesia (love). Her views on religion have the ring of truth to it: that in every religion there is the presence of god, whether called Allah, Yawe or Jesus, and that divine presence is also housed within ourselves. Any who know me also know that I am a devout catholic, but this book is enlightening no matter what your religion.
Anyway, in Italy, I read something that made me feel better about my uneventful summer. She pointed out how Italians have the knack of enjoying doing absolutely nothing, while Americans make it a point of bustling around to feel complete (this is a generalization, but rather accurate none the less). Suddenly, enjoying that double fudge ice cream is doing something. Enjoying the feel of the bed sheets as I wake up from a long sleep is doing something. I don't think she meant that Italians are lazy, but more that they enjoy the small things. And the small things are often just as important as that packed weekend.
Update: Ballet class is over this friday! Yay!! Went to the movies last saturday, which was slightly uncomfortable. We watched Charlie St. Cloud, and while I agree that he's very nice looking, the movie was too dramatic. Give me explosions and car chases anyday. My bestie might not go to Hialeah High. So sad.
Enjoy doing nothing!!
Love,
Vikki

UPDATE

Okay,I looked at some of my blogs and their not very happy (I DID have an excuse, but oh well). I'm gonna try to bring the tenor up to a soprano, if you catch my drift. Whatever, here's a list of what's been going on:
-I get pissed at a friend= bad.
-He apologizes and it's all good now= good.
-I completely fail at bathing suit shopping (the ultimate torture)= bad.
-My bestie's texting me the whole time, laughing when I get frustrated= good. I think.
-I have a conversation with the friend I was pissed at= good? bad? His guilt getting to him?
-I go to my besties house today= Yay!
-I forgot it was my dad's turn today and I almost get picked up early- BAD.
-We work something out and I get to be with my friend AND my dad= GOOD.
-I stuff myself at friends house and then scarf down tiramisu for no damn reason: AWESOME!
See?Life is good. Most of the time anyway. Well, to a friend who may or may not read this, you know who you are: I am so sorry for kinda dropping the conversation without saying bye! I got attacked by a munchkin and once she stopped hugging me there was this cool art program on the computer and... well, truthfully I got distracted. Sorry! If you're mad I'll make it up to you!(Gee where have I heard that before...) Lol, love you!
Love,
Vikki

Lil Dynamite is now open!

I finally finished my new website! I'm sorry to say that this website isn't exactly directed toward the male population. I have however tried to make the website interactive by providing an e-mail for you to submit articles you've written, home spa recipes or and good advice you may have to share. I'll be depending on your input to improve the site. For all those who want to see how lil' dynamite works, check it out at www.lildynamite.yolasite.com
Thank you!
Love,
Vikki

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I have some awesome news! First, go check out shiver, it'll be worth your while. The news is that the sequel, Linger, is coming out on the 20th!!! I am absolutely dying to get my hands on it. You can check out Maggie and www.maggiestiefvater.com
Love,
Vikki

What's been going on...

Let's start with what began a series of exciting things. I went to go see eclipse on the midnight premier! I've always wanted to and I did, with kathy, meleigha, and oscar.We waited in line for an hour (though it only seemed like 15 minutes) and then another sitting in the theatre waiting for it to start. A moon started fading onto the screen slowly and I whispered excitedly to kathy sitting next to me "scream with me when it comes on!" (hey, what can I say? I was excited). I swear we shrieked loud enough for God to hear us. The movie was good, the style and storytelling aspects of it better than the first two. The running and fighting was so much more realistic.
Last thursday, I checked out four books from the library, two of which were SO AMAZING that I not only put them in the list of Books You Have to Read, I'm blogging about them. One was Avalon High by Meg Cabot, which is a hilarious modern version of king arthur. The other was Shiver by Maggie Stiefvater. It has werewolves, but real ones who get infected and stuff. And don't start thinking it's another Twilight wannabe, because it's even better. It is absolutely one of the intensest books I've ever read.
Then, on Friday my dad, his girlfriend and myself headed out for a mini-vacation in Boca Raton. We went to two great beaches, one was the awesomest shade of blue EVER, a dark aqua. The bad thing was sucky waves and the fact I couldn't see past my waist in the water, which freaked me out. The other beach was perfect. Sure, it had a bit of a current, but the water never got past my shoulders. Plus, the waves were HUGE. Not those wimpy one-footers you always get down here, but five foot tall waves. I bodysurfed those waves for hours, enjoying the crystal blue water and soft sand.
Lastly, I finally got over my pride and got in touch with a friend that I hadn't talked to in a while. I'm hoping we can hang out together soon. Now, that may not seem as exciting as me getting smashed into the sand by five-footers, but still important. Besides, he might get pissed he doesn't rank up there in importance as the beach. (Just kidding!)
Oh well. I'm so happy it's like I'm flying, or better yet, back on those waves tumbling and swimming. To any friends reading this, I miss you guys and wish I could hug all of you right now.
Love,
Vikki

Hey, vikki, what's been going on? Well, gee, let me tell you...

I went to Marco Island on the 7th and I stayed in the prettiest house that my grandparents rented. For the weekend, my grandparents and my aunt and uncle stayed with us. They left and we stayed for the rest of the week, going back and forth because I had dress rehearsal and a recital for ballet.
Since I mentioned ballet I may as well elaborate. The choreography was blatantly simple. And by simple I mean like simple minded. Stupid. Ridiculously easy and terrible. And don't get me started on the costume. The words 'blue pumpkin-looking' come to mind.
Anyway, have I ever told you how much I love hanging with my dad? I'm so proud of him! Why? Well, because he knows the difference between ACDC and Led Zeppelin just by listening to the guitar. Oh yeah.
I'm having a party next week with sprinklers, water guns and karaoke, just so I can get together with the peeps. It WILL be awesome and fun and I'm working on the playlist as we speak. Sigh, one more thing:
I FOUND SKINNY JEANS THAT FIT!!!!
Love,
Vikki