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

Create your own scrapbook design

AUGH!!!!

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

I've just had the scariest thing happen...

I'm eating salad drizzled in olive oil, vinegar and salt, reading a new book. Out of habit, I run my hand across the back of my neck. You can imagine my surprise when I felt a tiny, hard lump in my neck that had DEFINITELY not been there the day before. I freeze and then yank my hair out of the way and feel it again. Surely it's not possible, I think to myself. I run straight to my mom and show her. My mom's calm and tells me it's probably nothing too important, an infection maybe. Mind you, it's midnight, so I didn't completely trust my mother's evaluation, despite her medical history. I go to bed and morbidly, I return to the first thought that sprang to mind when I touched it: What if it's cancer?
Thankfully, it probably isn't. My doctor checked it out, recommending some medicine for infections. I don't know WHAT it is yet. But it's smaller already, even since yesterday, so I'm hoping it'll be gone in a week. But it really kind of froze my life before my eyes. It was the most terrifying thing that's probably ever happened to me. Oh well, I'm so happy now. Things are normal for me again (for me, because nothing physical outside of my mind ever really changed). And if cancer is a part of my future, I'm planning on fighting it. You guys know how bossy and bitchy I can be. I'm not letting a stupid disease take me down and make me scared, not if I can help it.
Love,
Vikki

Feeling better..

Not that, of course, any one cares, but I'm feeling great. Sorry for getting so whiney, but it was all pent up and then suddenly I went BOOM.
Dance class is enjoyably easy and... boring. The thought that repeats itself every few seconds is: I already know this. Probably the only thing I DON'T know is how to spell all the french. But oh well. It's just preparing me for the grey area of high school, right?
Speaking of which, can you believe we're that old already? Oh my God. It's frightening how fast I developed from an awkward tiny little six grader to a slightly less awkward and slightly less tiny high school freshman. I don't know, but I feel like time's running out. Sometimes when I wake up at 2:00 in the afternoon, I'm filled with an irrational panic and a little voice is saying "you won't be able to get up late or have someone cook and clean for you in a little bit." The voice immediately comes back as I get out of bed saying "You're not ready for that. You'll never survive on you're own. You forget to do everything and you get bored to easily you're-" Right about then, I tell the little pessimist to shut the hell up.
It IS scary though, but that makes me want to take advantage of being a wild, hormonal, irrational teenager as long as I can. I wanna act stupid and reckless and go to awesome parties and dance and sing and laugh. I wanna be with friends and not worry for a few hours what the future holds for me. I think that's basically the point of being an adolescent. NOT knowing and not caring too much that you don't know.
BTW, I'm planning an outing to the Midnight premier of Eclipse on June 30th. Call me and let me know if you wanna go, because you need to get your tickets in advance.
So, go forth and be crazy while you can!
Love,
Vikki <3

It's 92 degrees outside and I'm wearing a sweater.

Yup, I'm that sick. I get hot and cold flashes, so right now I'm freezing. My body aches, I couldn't smell a cookie if it were in front of me and Tylenol is my new best friend. So, that leaves to question how the hell I got out of bed for a ballet class yesterday and how I dragged myself out of the house to see my cousins new house. Because, apparently, my family doesn't seem to believe me when I say that I'm NOT tired like I always am, I'm SICK with some kind of FLU. My mom is the only one who's at all sympathetic, and even so, she forced me to get out of the house today.
Yesterday I did 50 elevees in ballet class. 50!!! It hurt the muscles in my "derriere" like a mother. Before that, I was running around Target and Payless trying to find ballet shoes and tights. Somehow, my older sister managed to talk me into/force me to go to my ballet class, despite my pain. (I'm being whiney on purpose. I'm not allowed to complain about it at home, where my older sister could possibly sock me on the head.)
THEN, today I woke up pretty early and I worked on my new website . I turn on my phone and what do I find? A text saying to get dressed 'cause we're going to see your cousins new house. I mean, my cousin has an awesome sense of style and the house was beautiful, but goddammit! Give me a break will ya? So now I'm holed up at the computer, doing the most productive thing I could think of that didn't involve moving anything other than my hands. (AKA, blogging.)
BTW, Li'l Dynamite has a new home! The website isn't published yet but it should be soon. I'll post the URL when it's done!
Love,
sicky vikki

The Call

It started out as a feeling,

which then grew into a hope,

which then grew into a quiet thought,

which then turned into a quiet word.

And then that word grew louder and louder 'til it was a battle cry:

I'll come back when you call me,

no need to say goodbye.

Just because everythings changing,

doesn't mean it's never been this way before.

All you can do is try to know who you're friends are

as you head off to the war.

pick a star on the dark horizon and follow the light:

you'll come back when it's over,

no need to say good bye

Now we're back to the beginning,

it's just a feeling and no one knows yet.

But just because they can't feel it too

doesn'tmean that you have to forget.

Let your memories grow stronger and stronger 'til they're before your eyes:

You'll come back when the call you,

no need to say goodbye.

I'll come back when it's over,

no need to say goodbye.

You'll come back when they call you,

no need to say goodbye.

Love,
vikki
P.S. this is the song they played at the end of 'Prince Caspian'.

Predator: a short story by Vikki

His breath comes in short gasps and his over-loud heart threatens to leap out of his chest. He's scared, I realize with a moment of shock.
But that's how it should be. He can't even see me, and his instincts still tell him that I'm dangerous. Everything about me screams danger now, from my powerful, streamlined body that is yet a silhoutte in the dark, to the viscious flash of my silver eyes that sometimes shine at him, betraying my presence further. Even smiling would be a menacing display, as my teeth are bright white and my incisors are cruelly sharp and the barest hint longer than usual, perfect for tearing into flesh. So yes, his alarm is justified. Giving in to temptation, I smile gently, letting them catch the light, and he flinches further away down the aisle. I can't really hurt him, I'm not allowed, but he doesn't know that. He's not aware of all the bothersome paper work I'd have to fill out if I severely injured, maimed or killed him. Besides my profound distaste for filling out a stack of documents, I'm also not particularly interested in hurting him. Getting him to jail is enough for me, and if he'd just hold still...
I have him cornered in a large store, one of those warehouse-like, on-stop-shop affairs, in the athletics section.
His eyes flicker to the rack next to him as I advance calmly. Baseball bats. Wonderful, now the pathetic human thinks he has a chance of fighting me off. As if. He probably thinks he's grabbing one of the bats at blinding speed and that he looks tough slashing the air in front of him, but, to be honest, it's hilarious. It reminds me of a puny chihuahua barking at a doberman.
I step out into the light and flash my badge at him. Oh, a perk you don't usually get as cop, I don't need to say I'm from the government. As long as they can see your badge, not that it matters. He won't remember this later.
Suddenly I crouch close to the floor, cat-like. I'm coiled to spring, tightly wound, and then....

I'm gonna miss you guys...

I never really knew how to cry,
but it's hard to let go and say goodbye,
so i find tears shining on my face
and all of us leaving this familiar place.
Next year I don't know if we'll be friends,
or if our new lives will be full of dead ends.
all I know is already i miss you
and if i ever see your face i won't have to ask who
I remember when it rained and we stood under a tree,
talking about all things "we"
I remember when the power went out,
and all the dares we made, "brave" and stout
I remember when people left the school,
some leaving my heart bland and cool.
I've had the best year with all of you,
and just wanted to share a memory or two.
Please remember me how I'll remember you <3
with love,
vikki

This is what i wrote on my B.T. finals. I like it, don't you?

Why I Chose Interior Designing as a Career
As a child, I grew up watching my father install tile or wood floors. I saw him turn a floor that had fallen into disrepair into a thing of beauty. He’d let me help him lay down the quick-set cement with a grooved trowel “to help the tile grip”, he said. Just recently, he re-did his shower floor with a mosaic of glass tile that throws the light. He’s a general contractor, my grandfather used to set tile and I have an uncle who’s an architect. After a while, some of your career choices are influenced by that. The reasons I decided to do a project on interior designing are that I’ve always wanted to be one, I love being the creator of something beautiful, and my personality.
I was one of the only kids, if not the only kid, in first grade that watched DIY remodeling shows. I knew the shows on HGTV by name and I had memorized the schedule so I wouldn’t miss my favorite shows. I was in love with architecture and designing. My sisters would complain that they didn’t know what I was talking about when I pointed out a pretty Tudor, or how they did a bad job on the wainscoting. My father only fed my fanaticism by pointing out that nice porcelain tile, or the impractical choice of marble, or that chip in the terracotta on the altar of our church. I grew up learning about such things, loving things like crown molding and hardwood floors. Isn’t it fitting that I devote one measly slide show to my first love?
You’ve just painted a piece of art that will turn you into the Michelangelo of the 21st century. Would you be ashamed to call it yours? No! You’d practically be on the rooftops shouting “I made that!” I think that most humans strive for that moment, that epitome of your work that makes everything else worth it. The moment where the artist lays down his brush and sighs. Those are the moments I hope to have many of as an interior designer, that sense of creation.
As you can see, I simply am in love with architecture and the things that goes within a structure. My personality is rather in harmony with work, too. Interior designing is slightly competitive, which I am. Always trying to keep up with rival designers who might want the job and also racing the clock to get things done in a reasonable amount of time. I’m also a tad bit of a stickler when it comes to how I spend my money. This is important as a designer, as you’re given a budget. Most importantly, I can listen. Listening to your clients is important, because you could build them a miniature Taj Mahal, but if you didn’t listen to them, odds are it’s not what they wanted.
I love interior designing. I have since I was a little toddler, I have always longed for the sense of accomplishment it grants you, and the way it dovetails with my personality, almost perfectly. I could have gone on and on about this, as a mother would about her new baby. I did my presentation on interior designing because that’s what I want to be. I enjoyed the chance to learn more about my career, about salary and other things. Perhaps one day you’ll hire me to fix up your home!

can't stop smiling!

seriously. why the hell am I smiling so much? I keep thinking of all these funny memories from this year, which should make me sad, I guess, but it doesn't! It just makes me laugh out of no where like a maniac, lol.
I had a nice day today. Sure the final exams got in the way, but in cruz we watched forrest gump after the test and in curry we did this crossword and the guys around me were lots of fun, making a weird comic and constantly copying my answers even when I swatted them away.
Another good thing about today, I actually felt kind of pretty. Not like, "hey I'm hot" (I'm NOT!lol), but more confident, like "who cares what you think?". So I felt.. pretty on the inside? Is that a good way to put it? Oh well. ( I just resisted the urge to type lol after that sentence. That's right. I have control :)
I absolutely LUV my friends! The people i count among my friends have put up with me and supported me always. Sure, there are tiffs, but hey. Thats life. The important thing is that we're still buddies afterwards! My life wouldn't be the same without you guys!
(did I mention I can't stop smiling?)
Love (lots of it!),
Vikki ;)

FUN

THAT is what I had at prom. Lots of fun. I've got to admit the banquet hall wasn't exactly spacious, but it served it's purpose. It had a decent dance floor with strobe lights and a disco ball, and enough room for over 80 adolescents.
To summarize my day up til then, it was school, leave early, get my hair and nails done by a woman who's constantly scolding me for chewing on my nails (I can't help it!) and then get dressed and do my makeup. My mom drives me to the hall, and takes numerous pictures of me and my date (who was looking very nice in all black and a red tie) before finally leaving. Once inside, I was disappointed by the music, wishing I had brought my ipod to hook up to the laptop when no one was looking. To the tune of some cheesy song, we took some more pictures while people arrived. And then some amazing music started churning out of the speakers, to my extreme relief. I started bouncing in place while my friends arrived, an as soon as enough of them were there we hit the dance floor, partying hard. We were briefly interrupted by dinner and a slideshow of this years pictures and then we were immediately dancing again after the water works ended. Let me tell you, some of my most innocent-looking friends can get down and dirty. Everyone danced and danced til sweat covered they're skin and the dance floor was slippery with a mixture of sweat and soda. I actually slipped and fell down a couple down a few times getting low, which was hilarious. It was the perfect environment, all the bodies pressing close, the heat just below suffocating, the lights flashing to the music. It made you not care, and more free about dancing in slightly inappropriate ways (which was friggin awesome!). I'm always going to remember prom and I'm gonna miss you guys!

Iron Man 2

I don't want to ruin it for anyone who hasn't seen it yet, but that was AWESOME!!!! The action, the music... It was just as good as the first one!
I went to see it yesterday with melly, ricardo, robert and his cousins, shawn and alejandro. If I forgot someone, I'm sorry, it's just that I'm posting this a bit early in the morning.
Just a few updates, went to miami seaquarium on thursday, on friday I got confirmed (YAY!), and saturday I went to see iron man 2 with the buddies.
Once again, AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAWWWWWWWWWWEEEEEEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSSSSSOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMEEEEE!!!!!!!!!
(see what I did right there? Just stretched a 7 letter word into a... I'm-not-sure-how-many letter word. Yea.)
Love,
Vikki

didn't mean it that way..

About sam, she can believe what she wants and her statement wasn't what had been annoying me all day. It was something personal that I'm NOT talking about.
And about the other comments, it think i talked to a few of those people in school before I even knew those comments were posted about my behavior, which, to be honest, I do NOT have to explain myself to people who don't have the balls to put their name next to their comment. If you guys are my friends, tell me to my face, don't keep up the pretense. But, then again I may have already cleared this up with you and this post is LATE.
But back to Sam, you've got to admit, something like that might have made you question some stuff. It's nothing personal, but was it wrong for me to just want to try to justify what I've believed in all my life, just to reassure myself it's not all a waste of time? I didn't even talk to Sam about it, but this is my blog. I have a thought I want to write out and I come here to do so. I'm not trying to act all missionary and change any of YOUR beliefs. That explanation was mainly for me,and if it helped any one thats great, but not necessarily the point of the post.
Love,
Vikki
PS- I care, anonymous. My blog, remember?

Happyness

Yea, I spelled it wrong. But, anyway, went to animal kingdom yesterday and now my ankles are sore. How, exactly, does that happen, you may ask? By running around a freaking park for 4 hours non-stop. Oh well, for every happiness there's a price. For a whole day of happiness, the price apparently is aching muscles. I swear, if I did that every day, I'd look lke one of those body builders. shudder.
Well, I had a nice time. I got annoyed for a little while for reasons I'm not saying but I got over it. I refuse to waste my time on shit like that. It's pointless.
Something that got me thinking yesterday was when sam said that she had no religion, she just believed in a personal relationship with God. I couldn't think of a response to that. I KNOW religion is important, not to say I haven't question mine before, but how could I put that into words without sounding like, I don't know.. a stereotype, biased christian unaware of all the implications their religion comes with. I thought about it on the way home and my doubts manifested themselves in dreams. This morning after my last catechism class for the rest of my life, I found an answer. It might not erase all doubt as to religion's importance, but it's the best I can think of. God help me to write it down in a way you understand.
Religion is the term for a group of people believing one thing and it sets guidelines about how you practice. Unlike how sam put it, you shouldn't worship your religion, your religion is built around the deity you worship. It's a family of people who all share a common faith. The amounts of that and how you go about it is up to you, and if a member of that family falls into sin, you forgive and wait for them to come back with open arms, like you would a brother or sister. This is how my religion, at least, works. It's run by humans, thus there is corruption, but the religion doesn't change because a member does. Religion's main purpose is to bring you closer to God.
Did I say all of that right? I don't know. Take it as you will, but I hope it helps someone find some Happyness.
Love,
Vikki

Kinda Frustrating

Let me start by saying I'm having a bad day. A down day, a sad day. Not the "I can't talk 'cause my stupid depression isn't letting me" kind of day. But the kind of day that gets me so frustrated and anything ticks me off.
First, I forgot to do some project for English and after watching other people present theirs, I had to write a page long commercial. Then some kid (god bless his soul) comes up to me and says: "you didn't do it? Really? Wooow, vikki" I snapped back angrily and the poor kid just walked away.
Second, I spend an hour after school in the humidity with people who think I'm annoying or just a bee-otch instead of going to target with my mom to get a bathing suit, because I thought I was going to have fun. Yeah, right.
The-en, my mom picks me up and we can't go to target and she says something in a tone of voice that just snaps something inside of me. We get in an argument and in a flash my mom is NOT happy with me.
After aaall of this, my dad picks me up an we go to Morro for some dinner. I order a chocolate milkshake and sit there sipping while the restaurant's manager comes to talk with my dad. Somehow, there conversation turns to where they go to church and how some people they work with just "can't" find time for God. Then the manager says something that makes me stop sipping and just listen as a smile spreads on my face. He says "'Cause in everyones heart there's a little space like this-" he gestures with his fingers a space of a few centimeters,"that only Jesus can fill. Man, no matter how much money someone has, if they don't have God, there'll always be an empty space. Like.. Like a puzzle with a piece missing." Someone else called him over, and he shrugged before walking off. I don't think he'll ever know how much that statement impacted my day. It made me feel so much better, because by him saying that, I opened my heart. I stopped overthinking about my day and relaxed. I just thought those same words over and over in my head til it filled me and it washed my anger away. Thank you God.
Love,
Vikki

Whoa, I can blog in school...

This is amazing! I'm in Business Technology and I'm blogging away on my computer. Well.. Yea. Nothing important to talk about right now.
Love,
Vikki

Complications to my Simple life

One of my best friends asked me to prom. Of course I said yes, Rob's great and I know I can talk to him and have fun. Plus, the fact that we're going as friends is a stress reliever. It means I probably won't get all nervous or uptight. Probably.
Then again, I think I'm treating him a bit harshly. Sorry about that, I've been having that kind of week.
I totally told off my friend yesterday. The subject doesn't matter, and whether I had cause or not, I shouldn't have exploded on her. We did, however, make up in the same conversation.
Oh, and did I mention my amazing new Gravity 2? I got my new baby just a few weeks ago, and found my long lost ipod soon after! Yay, nothing like electronics to add some complication!
Honestly, these are all good things, but hey. Who knows? Finding my ipod might lead to my demise. ;)

Nice joke.

You know what's hilarious? When a friend, a friend I think knows me, has the gull to say I couldn't understand what they're talking about. Understand what, depression? Anger? Parent problems? Ha. Funny.
I know what it's like to lose someone. I also know what it's like to want to die, to want to hurt myself because I don't see a way out. I understand that murderous rage that makes you want to beat whoever crosses you into a pulp. So when a friend acts like I'm naive and don't know jack about the unhappier aspects of life, you insult me. My experiences have taught me and helped me to grow. By saying those things you don't acknowledge that pain and my growth because of it. Think twice before you judge me by my cover, because, obviously, you don't know jack either.

Bangs get cut, friends hook up, I work while I dance...

Those are all things I never thought would happen. But it turns out the sideswept bangs do look good on me. Go figure. Also, when Harry and Sally are some of your best friends, what does it matter when they meet (ha, get it? Harry met sally? ha!). And I worked a dance last Friday to save the earth! But mostly I did it to get my groove on. You know what? When all 3 things come together at once, it turns out great.
The bangs played the subtle roll of looking amazing til I started dancing. By then everyone was dancing so no one cared that they were constantly in my face or on the wrong side of the part. The two love birds happily danced together with every one else on the dance floor. Let me tell you something right now: the dj was A-mazing! Is it my fault I couldn't stop moving once I got started?
This dance started like most others did. Music blaring, most people standing in the corner singing along to the songs they knew. But then, this song with an amzing beat came on. Like magic, the singer called out " you got 5 seconds to get on the dance floor". In a heartbeat, my friends and I were on the floor. slowly at first, some people having been forcibly pulled along. Eventually, the built up energy that comes from a crowd just itching to move exploded. Everyone, whether you were shy,or had 2 left feet moved to the music.
One of the funniest things were watching the "cool guys" expression of shock when they saw the girls that they silently labeled as nerds or "smart" (a terrible thing in their book) breaking it down like they invented it. Hell yeah, dude that looks like a greek god! You're eyes don't decieve you!
Love,
Vikki
PS- I saw Kathy dance! But Shhh!! Its a secret!

My Insecurities Are Reassured..

Allright, so I was having one of those days.. A quiet one, a day where I'm humiliatingly awkward. I just can't think of anything to say. But you know what? Today, God showed me He's looking out for me. That when I think it can't get worse, He'll make it better.
So, I'm in my environment club at school. I'm feeling left out because my friends are off walking around school in a little group while I'm stuck in the meeting, wondering what they're talking about, and why they can't tell me, why I'm forgotten. They come back and we're planning a school dance advertisement (buy tickets guys!) and their talking about how they'll do a dance in the advertisement, blah blah blah. I'm just there, listening. We run out of time, so they decide to go to a friends house to shoot it. I know it's silly, but I got kind of insulted when they didn't think of me to dance in it (um, hello! I was on a dance team with one of the girls). Then I remember that, how will they know if I want to be part of it if I'm just there, contributing nothing. So I speak up and tell a friend that if they need another dancer, I'm there. I ask another if she needs help setting up, you do? Okay, great I'll ask my mom. As I'm waiting for a phone, they find out they can't do it at the girls house, and everyone else's houses are too small. I tell them I have a big backyard. I ask my mom, and miraculously, she says yes! So we're off to my house. When we get there, we pig out a little and primp. We get outside, and as they're practicing I'm starting to feel a little left out again (ugh! I'm so ridiculously sensitive). Then the big guy up there turns it around for me again. My older sister comes out and helps us out and suggests some things that require more dancers partying in the background, so I got to be in the video after all! Nobody was left out after all!! I'm so thankful, because even though I'm sentimental, touchy and selfish for getting so bugged about that, God still helped me out. THANK YOU!
Love,
Vikki
P.S. To any of my friends; it wasn't your fault! ILY!

I know who superman is! (It's a girl, go figure)

Okay, you've heard how superman diguises himself as this nerd called Clark Kent(If you have no idea what I'm talking about...You have issues. Seriously). But who would have thought he had another alter ego... in my homeroom! Let me explain...
Allright so we're in homeroom watching "Knowing" with the lights off after a really important test. Some kids that were testing elsewhere knocked on the door. When my homeroom teacher (aka superman) sees them standing there she immediately closes the door. The kids outside try to hold open when it slams shut and my teacher falls flat on her back. There's shocked silence... and then we crack up. Someone turns on the lights and we see someone help her up, safe and sound, clutching a piece of the doorknob in shock. Yea, she ripped of a chunk of the door knob. The steel doorknob. And not like the handle popped out, no she actually ripped off a chunk of it.
To protect his (her? I'm confused.) identity, I haven't shown any names. But this is a true story, cross my heart and hope to die. Well maybe not the identity bit, I'm just being internet safe :)
Love,
Vikki

To quote a famous hairstylist: WHAT THE HELL AM I GOING TO DO WITH MY HAIR?!?

the mad mad mad mad world of prom dress shopping.

I. Am. Going. To. Die. I've been soaking in over 10 issues of Seventeen magazine (great magazine, by the way)raiding the mall and scouring the internet for that darn dress. It's only eighth grade prom and I'm going crazy. i can only imagine the horror real prom is going to be. Yikes.
Anyhoo, there is a dress I found that has promise. Two actually. The first is champagne pink with a damask pattern embroidered on it in the same color so you only notice it in the light. The sash is black with a bow in front. Super french (which is good because the theme might be a night in paris). The second is same champagne pink covered in black lace with a bubble hem. I'll try to find a pic of the former and the latter. Sigh, I'm painting my room this weekend, starting an exercise routine and my sisters visiting from college!!! Oh, and I want to go to the movies with friends if I can. Yea, so ta-ta for now!!
Love,
Vikki
P.S. No kathy, no you, it's "O". Yea, you know who I'm talking about. And quit using peoples names online! It's not safe! Love ya!

Valentines Day and why i strongly dislike it

Let's see... hmm... Oh, here we go. I don't have a valentine, no one's ever really liked me romantically, i just watched "valentine's day" which is a great movie to see- with a date. I was with my dad and his girlfriend, trying really hard not to cry. I know, I know. I sound desperate, but I'm not. Its just kind of insulting that they have a whole day devoted to what I don't have.
Well, on a better note, I've been resting my bones from a very busy Saturday. first, i went to my first bridal shower ever and learned I have a big family made up of people I barely know. Which is true for almost every cuban. Their such snobs (I say that with all the good intention and love I can muster). Then, i had a party at my house in which there was a truck load of drama (what can i say? we're a bunch of teenagers). there was crying and laughing, dancing, football, that's what she said jokes, fake fights and my friend (who i will not name) pushing every one to the floor every five seconds. I have a busted big toe to prove it.So, i guess the weekend wasn't too bad. Oh well.
with love,
vikki <3

Haiti: what a disaster

Look, I'm telling you right now to donate. Donate clothes, food, toiletries and money to help out the haitians. They really need it more than we do. It's seemed like all us Americans have only been focusing on our financial troubles this past years. Its a rare day when we see past our own catastrophes and see how many people arent worrying about getting a job, their worried about starving and where they'll be sleeping tonight. We are very lucky and priveleged, and we can take that for granted sometimes. Like someone once said "there is no great loss without some small gain." and if there is something good about this situation is that it makes us realize just how fortunate we are to have that hot meal, to be able to fill a glass from the sink and know we won't get sick from drinking it. I've blogged about the most trivial things, and this is the most important thing I've blogged about. I decided that its time to write about something useful, so donate, please donate. If you're still not sure look up pictures of whats happening in Haiti and I guarantee you'll start collecting cans. Once again, donate.
Love,
Vikki

Got new socks..

Yup, I got 3 new pairs of socks at Target yesterday. Two of them are fuzzy and blue and green. The other pair is brown, but it's openworked so you can see the blue ribbing. The tops have blue velvet bows. *sigh* The fuzzy socks are soo soft. I'm wearing them as I type.
And guess what! I took the chance to check out Rodarthe. It has this white dress with tiny red flowers all over it. Its so cute I want to plan a party just so I can wear it. :)
Honestly, I'd use any excuse to throw a party at this point. Maybe I can have an after midterm party..Oooh! That's a good idea! I'll have to check with my mom, but she'll probably say yes.
I'll have to buy invites, make a music list... It's going to be so much fun!
You can see that I love planning for parties. It's just so exciting!
This is why I love blogging. I get the best ideas while I write. Well I'm going to go compile a playlist. Bye!
Love,
VIkki

Happy Birthday mom!

There are good and bad things to write about today. On the good side, my friend got asked out and I realized that I'm over my crush. On the bad side, I almost forgot my moms b-day and did you hear what happened at palm springs middle school? It's disgusting. What a sicko. Like my sister says, he's one sick puppy. I don't care if there was consent from the girl. He knows better than to go and have intercourse with a minor. If they really cared about each other they would've waited.
More importantly, I almost forgot my beloved mother's birthday! I feel a mix of emotions. I feel sadness, shame, and... well I guess the only word for it is that I feel sorry. I can't believe myself! I have the nerve to forget the woman who raised me. And what makes it worse is that if I go die in a hole like I feel like doing, she'll miss me. I don't deserve her.
To my mom, I love you! I'm sorry, so sorry. I love you, love you, love you!
Love,
Vikki

Back-to-school time. Yay.

School can be great, but seriously.There is waay to much of it. If you're under 18 you're entire life is centered around school. It never really ends, you just take breaks from it. But since most people my age are focused on the miniscule aspects of their life they never take time to see the big picture. And that is that, newsflash, life is school, no matter how you slice it. You attend it, you schedule around it, you plan for it. Even if you don't care about it, you still have to go to it and get punished for getting bad grades. All in all, it's pretty daunting to see how much of our lives are entwined with school.
And speaking of that house of horrors, winter break ended and we're back in school. Yippee. It was freezing today, which was wonderful, but that also meant wearing a bulky coat, gloves and long socks, giving it the feel of being packed away. All morning I was saying hi to my friends. After that ,however, things got quiet. Well, I got quiet. I don't know whats wrong with me. If I'm only with a friend or texting (or blogging), I have a lot to say, but when I'm in a crowd I'm dull and quiet. I have to give dibs to one of my best guy friends who's always talking to me even when there are more interesting people around, always trying to lure me out of my quiet shell. A lot of thanks to him, for making my day a bit less terrible. :)
If anyone has advice for me, I'd be glad to hear it. Please comment.
Love,
Vikki

In response to a comment, yes I am. Get over it.

Happy B-day friend I will not name!

Yay! Its her birthday and I'm so happy! She has one of the best and worst birthdays ever. Its on New years eve, which is really cool, except that if she had her party on her birthday no one would be able to show up. This time however, she's having the party this Saturday. Yay!
I've been pondering the gift I want to give her. You may want to know what those things are, but since she reads this blog, my lips are sealed.
By the way, if you've been to target lately you've probably seen that they have a new brand. It's called Rodarthe, which I've never heard of before but the word sounds all cool and designer-y. I checked it out online and the clothes are pretty amazing, too. They have some lace tights I am dying to have. (lol, I sound plastic don't I? I just can't seem to help it..) I really hope the tights come in a size small enough to fit my chicken legs. Seriously, I am tiny. No joke. People have asked me if I'm anorexic before (I am not). Which seems like a ridiculous question after they've seen me eat (what can I say? When I gotta eat, I eat). Speaking of eating, I made a 'magic cookie bar' today, and the smell of chocolate is beckoning me. Once again, Happy Bday friend I will not name!
Love,
Vikki <3