Let's Celebrate

Today marks the nineteenth year of my existence. How exciting this year will be for me. Last night i found myself feeling nervous, excited, anxious, grateful, the list goes on. Though sometimes it can be rough, life is wonderful and beautiful.

I came to realize this year is going to be huge for me. Working 2 jobs while attending school, Berklee auditions and ending my life in this city and moving to something bigger and better. Apartment searching, transportation learning, i will be quite a busy bee. All to pursue my dream of music.

And where will one be without the support of the people that love you, friends and family? If there is one thing i learned, its that they will always be there for you no matter how difficult and impossible things get. You may shut them out, but once you open your doors again, they will be there, sleeping on your welcome mat.

This nineteenth year comes with a lot of experience, wisdom, and hard work, both behind and ahead of me. I can't wait to live every minute of it. Happy Birthday to me. Happy Birthday Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. Congratulations Queen Elizabeth I. xx

Oh.. Baby...?

I felt like i was just slapped in the face with a bear hat. On my defense, everyone has had the same reaction. I received the lovely new yesterday, (im actually not sure if it's lovely yet?) that my father and his girlfriend are pregnant, mind you my parents divorced almost 3 years ago. Yes a bit soon, but my father's time clock is ticking.

Shocking isnt it? At least to me it is. As an only child and at the age of nineteen, i had accepted that i will never have any siblings and will always and forever be an only child. Well, quite a change in plans, don't you agree? I am going to have a half sister, or brother, sibling i suppose, who is going to be much younger than i. Not exactly how i pictured having a younger sibling when i was 11. Now, please don't get me wrong, i'm happy for my dad and his girlfriend, this is all just a bit shocking.

I'm at the point in my life where i am beginning to spread my wings and leave the comfort of the nest, starting my own life, when now, i have a baby sibling tying me down? boo. I'm really not one for diaper changes ( i cant even properly spell diaper without spell check). My dad says that I will always be his little girl, but even at my age I can't help but feel a bit of competition. He kept saying how he is going to take advantage and do everything with this baby that he never did with me (camping..?) so yes i do feel a bit threatened by such a new life.

My family always said (jokingly of course) that i was getting much too old and they were going to trade me in for someone younger, well there you go.

Yay....? Baby!....? I'm not sure how i feel about it yet, happy for my lovely and loving father yes, but, im just still in quite a state of shock. D: I do promise to treat it right and love it, but let me have some time to adjust. Ultimate plot twist in the winding story of my life. x
-Catalina.

Dare I say it?

hipster (n.)- young, recently settles urban adults and teenagers with interest in non-mainstream fashion, culture, and music. Hipster is a label that should not be uttered from your very lips if you have any sense of pride and vain. Yet when did i become- dare i say it- a hipster (shudder)?

This very concept has come falling on the my lap twice, coincidentally, in the same place; Dairy Queen. My first encounter with being called a hipster came from a fragile, a bit senile, old lady who bared the accent of a Brooklyn-er. She noticed my Valou ring as i was handing her her change from an overpriced blizzard, that could possibly cause her to have her heart clogged with just one bite, when she recited "Oh you hipsters and your quirky jewelery", at least something along those lines. I though nothing of it and took it neither as a compliment nor insult.

My second brush with such word came but merely two days ago, when the brightness of two pre-teen girls dressed in nothing but abercrombie nearly made me go blind. The aura that these two girls had made me just want to ralph all over their over priced, name brand shirt. They gave me a look of disgust as i was wearing my granny glasses (<3) while serving them. "Bimbos" i thought to myself. Although the "h" word was never said, it was very implied by their glares.

When did i become such a thing? I use to go bonkers by merely walking by stores like hollister and A&F, not to mention walking in. And now the mere thought of those dark, smelly stores make me want to quiver from disgust. They are just walking clones, wearing tiffany charm necklaces and sporting the same shirt in 4 different colors. No thank you.

At dinner last night, my friend confirmed my suspicions when i asked her and her reply was a very blunt "you are."Lovely. Either way, i am who i am (not what). Now i'm off to find something really deck. x

-Catalina

Sixteen Pink Breakfasts.

So I must admit that i dedicated an entire day to lying in my pajamas and till about 5 in the afternoon watching the John Hughes and Molly Ringwald movies; Sixteen Candles, The Breakfast Club, and Pretty in Pink. It made me wonder, these movies are classic for a reason, they just don't make teen movies like that anymore.

Movies today in order to appeal to the teen demographic has to have sex and blood and these movies have neither. It's as if someone (john hughes in this case) went through the rigmarole of taking the 80's, wrapping it into 3 years and writing three brilliant movies out of them, with all the innocent rock n roll glory that was once the 80's.

Molly Ringwald, i have decided, is my new idol. For one thing she is stupidly beautiful, and so normal in her movies that its absolutely prodigious. Her lovely red hair and natural plump lips make her a definite beauty. Love. x.

-Catalina

fly me to the moon

There is nothing better than a cloudless, blue sky, cool day. Yes I live in Florida, however the temperature seldom drops below 100 F so cool blue days come to us very rarely. Yesterday was one of those days. How can anyone be indoors on a day like that? Following my own advice i took a lovely stroll to, dare i say it, the playground. What fun it was! My dear old friend the swing set and i became reunited and swinging through the air was how i spent my day. The air roughing up my hair, the rust of the chains causing blisters to my hands, my feet touching the ground below since i was a bit over the height limit; pure euphoria. Its certainly is the closest thing we as humans have to flying. x
-Catalina

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-Catalina

Dingos and hiccups

Went off to search for sleep and i couldnt find it. Oh well. I do hope my dingo Charley will be able to sleep over my obnoxiously loud and somewhat painful hiccups. i shall try again to find sleep, they say third time is the charm right? "They" have yet to fail me so in them lies my trust. goodnight again. x
-Catalina