Today during my tour intro, I told my group that they we’re my last tour, ever. My last day of work and normal day on campus. Literally in between words, I felt my eyes tearing up. Today, it really hit me. I’m about to reach the biggest goal I’ve set for myself in my entire life…
I’m graduating college. This is going to be one of the most emotional weekends of my life.
So, I’m 22 years old and have NEVER dyed my hair. My entire life, I was told I would ruin my hair if I dyed it because my hair was so healthy and I would constantly have to maintain it if I did.. so, I just didn’t. However, I’ve been obsessed with the whole ombre style that’s buzzing around. I love looking sun-kissed all year-round and the ombre style definitely fits the bill. So, I decided to try it!
I think it was so easy for me to do because i wasn’t dying my roots at all. That way, I wouldn’t have to keep up with it, and my natural hair color would still be there.. unlike friends I know that have a weird color permanently growing in because they’ve dyed their hair so often!
Any who, I absolutely LOVE these results! I honestly think I’m even happier because I did this myself! I didn’t want to go to a salon and spend $100, so I bought a highlighting kit, Revlon Frost and Glow (for dark hair), and did it on my own. It was only $7!! It’s so easy, it’s literally almost impossible to mess up. I’m so happy, now I really feel like summer is on it’s way.. even though it’s still 30 degrees here in Chicago. Haha!
This is part of the brand new me I told myself I’d become when the new year came. 2013 is going to be life changing. :)
…I never wrote a NYE post, because I was going through a lot. But I definitely will soon. It’s crazy how I’ve change over the past six months alone.
Do any of you guys have life changing plans this year?
Love, A.
Earlier today, a girl stopped me at Plymouth Court asking if I was a tour guide on campus. After answering yes, she told me she was on my tour almost a year ago to this day and that I was the reason she chose Columbia. She said I was “normal and real”. Now, she’s in her second semester, studying public relations and sports marketing and couldn’t be happier. She absolutely loves it.
I think sometimes we forget to recognize the impact we have on others based on our own experiences. Whether its for your job, an interview, or just a regular conversation, we have the power to inspire those around us.
I’m so happy to have run into this student today. It definitely made my entire week. This is why I do the work I do. It’s corny, but I can honestly say I live what I love and I’m so happy to share that with younger people every singe day.
Love, A
Would be nothing without these locos. Meet my siblings. :)
Ran into my ex yesterday and he did something to completely get under my skin. Funny though, I was hanging out with some friends after and he came up in conversation. Found out a ton of things I wasn’t aware of during the end of our relationship. It’s funny because he fell for tricks someone else was playing to the multiples. In turn, our relationship ended, for reasons more than one. You screwed up boy, you really screwed up.
Never the less, because of his irresponsibility and carelessness, I couldn’t be more happy to be out of that relationship. I also couldn’t be more happy to regain friendships that we’re lost because of him.
In the end, I came out on top. :)
Found my old xanga and decided to take a stroll down memory lane. Some posts were funny, some, not so much. This post made me stop and reflect on my entire life. A few tears inevitably followed.
I made that post in 2005, when I was 15 years old. Back then, I was in a dark place and never really had anyone to turn to. I wasn’t the closest with my sister, brother or parents and the only people I could really talk to were my four best friends: Chrissy, Michelle, Kelly, and Dani, even though, I felt like sometimes they just didnt understand. I hid my family issues fairly well. I was always full of smiles and laughter, and always wanted to help others with their own problems instead of letting mine surface. It probably wasn’t so healthy. I honestly never thought I would be able to break free from the stress and negativity in my home life.
Through the years, it only got tougher. I would constantly beg my mom to just pick up and leave my dads house.. I was young and naive, however I knew what she, my sister, brother and I deserved as a family, and it wasn’t what we we had been living in for years. The thing I didn’t understand was how tough it was to actually leave. For my mom to leave the person she built a life with for 20+ years. I felt like she tried to explain it, but I never understood until I went though the same thing. It was then that I realized that my mother and I weren’t so different, after all.
Looking back on it now, however, I’ve realized how far I’ve come in life. And not just me, but the people in my family. Fast forward to 2012 and I am 22 years old, a few months away from graduating college, and literally weeks away from moving on my own to the West Coast. I’ve been out of my father’s house for four years, and it is a tremendous feeling. Because of the obstacles I was faced with, I’ve not only surpassed them, but I’ve also created a strong and stable future for myself. I am a strong, beautiful and independent woman. No one on this earth can take that away from me.
I can’t wait to be this tan again! Summer glow all year round once I’m in California! …can’t believe it’s two and a half months away!
My dreams are finally becoming my reality. <3
Let’s explode together
Less like awkward mating
And more like aligned suns
Stroked on star dusk canvas
Be my constellation
On the night time’s skyline
Let me trace you
You who juke-box rhythms
Tuned to Bachata figure eights
On tremoring bass and bongo drums
Rumble, my heart beat, to whispers
Of requinto guitar strings, strung
Silver spider thread, weave our fingertips
And interlock us in this moment
Happening at the speed of now
You whose brown sugar, honey hued
Silk skin hands blend perfect against milk-chocolate
Flavored complexion: let us dance
Like Dia De los Muertos ghosts to our memory
Let us dance, to keep those memories alive
I apologize
For speaking in terms of Infinity
Because Forever, is too short
Because I could never, find the right words
But my tongue, searched through galaxies of dictionaries
Like a Chef, rolling flavors around taste buds
To find the missing ingredient
I’m still searching for our missing ingredient
And an excuse to roll my ‘r’s
Don’t continue to dance with me from afar,
Dance with me under the stars suffocating the night’s canvas
Like hands noosed around necks to relinquish breaths
You left me breathless, under the hum of each four-step
Let’s rendezvous on subtle hips curved like bongo drums
Bebopping on a four-four Merengue time signature
Sign your smile in cursive on me
Don’t let the inkblot settle, let it blossom
Bloom into gardens of Lilac, I can’t keep my breath in tact
In the presence of your sun that reflects from my moon
You lit me like a match whenever your smile illuminated
Our moment, illustrated on the portrait of dim lights
And dance floors, close cuddled kids who creep
Beneath the soundtrack of slow jams spun
On the palms of Disc-Jockeys jocking the record:
This poem is a vinyl record
To the goose bumps
That whisper to your image
Memorized to the melody of my memory
You don’t give love in order to get love
You give love in order to become love
And you make me feel
Like I was born
Just to fall in love
With you
Written by: Maurice Meaway
Aka: Vagabond Maurice
i know now that this poem is dedicated to me. i’ve never felt so special in my entire life, maurice. with all my heart, thank you, <3.
been trying to enjoy the summer the best i can, given certain circumstances. it’s been really tough, but at least i’m tan, lol. perks of being latina.
happy fourth!
Every girl deserves to feel this special.
A friend wrote me a poem a few years ago and recited it infront of a showcase filled with our closest friends. He started by saying, “This poem is dedicated to a girl who doesn’t know this poem is dedicated to her.” After a few lines, I knew, as well as everyone else in the room, that the poem was about me. I have never felt more honored, loved and slightly embarrassed in my life, haha. At any rate, I’ve been feeling very down in the dumps as of late, but he sent me this poem today. It’s the first time I’ve read it since the night he performed it. As soon as I saw it, the biggest smile spread across my face. I was happy.
Reading his poem made me realize that every girl deserves to feel this special. If someone isn’t giving you the amount of respect or love you deserve, maybe that person isn’t right for you.
If your significant other isn’t respecting you or loving you the way you should be, there will always be someone else who will. And when you find that person, may he or she exceed your expectations and make you the happiest person on Earth.
a friend of mine took this photo of me last week. i was so happy in this picture —the most happy i had been in weeks. i was reminded this day to not spend so much time dwelling on the negative when there was so much positive to live for. especially since my life is about to go on a wild ride within the next six months.
so, friend, thank you.
Jesus. You’ve done it again, Thought Catalog.
My own little niagra falls.
