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

Late night thinking.

The Tylenol i took about 2 hours ago still hasnt kicked in. The box labeled as night cold medicine seems to have deceived me yet again. I need something to pass the time as thoughts of sleep creep into my mind (unfortunately not yet). Once again, I turn to the god sent machine we humans like to call a macbook. As i surf the endless waves, links, pages of google, i find myself turning back to one search topic; Alexa Chung. I've realized i have a bit of an obsession with her, not in the creepy stalker way. She really is the coolest person alive, her effortless style, her lovely job and not to mention the great fish she has caught (or should i say monkey? arctic.) Yes, its true, she is the epitome of cool, and she is who i want to be when i grow up. My teacher and mentor tells me you should never want to be someone, but i disregard his advice. I want to be Alexa Chung. However, i scorn myself for admitting this. It's quite pathetic really, drooling over someone who i will most likely never meet. Oh well.

I tried to pull myself away from the countless pictures of Alexa all over the web by closing my laptop and turning off the lights, but the attraction was much too strong and i caved like weak knees. At this point in the night, my mind is not just filled with thoughts of the lovely ms. Alexa, but of other things. Writing this is one for example. Sleep has yet to knock on my door, so i will keep writing.

I have a friend. Her name is Dawn. She is pretty rad. The average indie, music loving, band tshirt wearing girl with unatural red hair that she seems to pull off effortlessly. At first glance, the 4'9'' seems a bit cold, but things change once you put her in defrost mode. Especially when it comes to her breast cancer beating mother. She has a love for her, the kind of love you have when you almost lose something you never appreciated until you actually lost it. She is one of the coolest people i know and i love her dearly.

Shitsticks. i have the hiccups. Who gets hiccups at 4 in the morning? Apparently people who stay up that late and write blogs. They always say, if you want something, go out and get it rather than laying around (in my case in bed). I will do just that. Im going to find sleep myself rather than letting it come to me. Maybe i will try counting sheep? Curse you Tylenol. x

-Catalina

questions. so many questions

Well, now that it has been about 3 months in the engineering program here on campus, i am starting to re think my decision. Im actually starting to rethink my choice of school? Miami just isnt for me, not my type of city. But where to go? suggestions would be quite helpful. I guess in the meantime i will just stop procrasting and get on with the design projects i dont want to do..

:)