Yay! Fall TV!!!

The new season is in full swing!
After a looong summer,
made even longer by the writer's strike,
my one true love (el television) is back!

So...here's the rundown so far on primetime.
Dancing With the Stars (DWTS for future reference)
Cloris! Cloris! Cloris!
Old name, old lady.
She is amazing, and I don't care if she can dance,
I want her to win this trophy for sheer entertainment!
Here is a clip of her ridiculous mambo...
I think Corky Ballas is ready to retire,
but at least he is playing up her humor factor.


Other highlights from DWTS include:
Rocco DiSpirito...my new true love.
So adorable!


And sexy!

Kim Kardashian....she is like Princess Jasmine (like Samantha said) but she is like watching paint dry (like Mark said...)

Her foxtrot was cute, but the mambo was bad...
Though I give her props for dancing to the "I like big butts"
As a woman with junk in the trunk, big props to her.


Warren Sapp:
Grew up watching him play and trash talk for the Bucs.
I just adore him!
And he's so entertaining and likeable on the show.
Fat boy can dance!


Misty May Tra...whatever...we all know I love Maks.
He's hot, and she's pretty good.
Also, does anybody else get the idea that Maks has a thing for her? They're totally gonna hook up, am I right??
I mean I got the same vibe from Mark and Sabrina a few seasons back.

Either that or Maks is just excited he might win.

Also on TV...
Heroes.

Wow, what an opening!
I'm a little worried the show is going in too many branches.
So I'm not even going to try and summarize.
Suresh now has hunky powers, except his skin is falling off.
And Mama Petreli as Sylar's mom??? Say what???

Biggest Loser.

I was pro-yellow team until last night when the cocky girl bet they could lose 14 lbs on week two.
Otherwise, this show is great as far as inspiring my personal weight loss goals.
I've been lax lately,
and I have no excuses.
I no longer live in a dorm,
I have a kitchen.
I have access to a school gym (not as close anymore, but still)
So BL is good for my BB(Big Booty!)
And I just love the weigh ins
AND ROCCO DISPIRITO was on last night's show!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
He was on primetime TV competing with himself!
So adorable, so adorable, so flippin' adorable!

Opportunity Knocks.
Cute family oriented game show,
kind of a filler show.

How I Met Your Mother.

Love this show!
Marshall is kind of annoying me and does need a job...hmm that strikes close to home!haha! He also needs a hair cut.
I'm thinking Stella is the mom,
they have such great chemistry!
Robin and Barney are great.
Neil Patrick Harris plays him brilliantly
and I can't wait for them to get together.
All I'm gonna say
3am: ? !
Brilliant :D

Worst Week.
My dad really enjoyed this show
so I thought it worth mentioning.
I did not watch it.
He was laughing the whole time from the other room,
so I suspect it is some classic slapstick comedy.

Otherwise,
it seems nothing new has really caught my fancy.
Last season seemed to have much more "dramady" or chick TV.
I guess we'll see where the season leads us!

Adios amigos!

Kerli Fries With That?

I am totally feeling this Estonian singer Kerli.
She was featured on Perez Hilton, of course.
But I really think she has potential.
Yea she's kind of blonde Barbie-esque, and it is totally studio produced quirkiness, but I'm ok with it.

Here is the video for Walking on Air


I can't wait to hear the rest of her album!

Updates, updates, updates!
Well I graduated!!!!
Still have no idea what I'm doing,
but I'm starting to be ok with that.
It's actually really nice to be home.
I've actually been able to focus on weight watchers.
I'm taking daily walks...
starting to build a bit of a tan in fact!
My parents want a dog!
Though I suspect this is a ploy to keep me home.

I'm looking at cars.
Boy do I hate car shopping!
They are so expensive and I really don't feel comfortable making a move until I know what my salary is going to look like.
We shall see what I end up with.

So I need to update the blog too,
as I no longer live in New Orleans.
I'm actually ok with Tampa,
for now that is.
I'm trying to adjust,
I think if I can make some friends
and find activities that suit me,
I might be alright.

I'm looking at ballroom dancing,
I need to research book clubs.
I know there is a knitting group that meets at Borders,
I saw them once while on vacation.
Wow, I am such a granny!

HOLY SHIT...I just google imaged granny and this is what came up!!


wicked.

Speaking of grannies, one of my new neighbors is a spitting image of my tiny colombian grandmother...except this lady is kind of a bitch...so I know lovingly refer to her in conversation as Nelly's Evil Twin.

I Have No Idea.

An old friend on campus bumped into me on the steps of
the University Center yesterday.
She asked what I was doing next year,
i.e. post graduation...
With not a hint of disdain or sarcasm,
I honestly answered,
"I have no idea."

She replied, fair enough and laughed.
I, however, have now admitted a truth.
I have no idea what I'm doing after graduation.
More importantly about this conversation,
I have now found an answer that relieves me
of all duty towards others.
All I have to say, is the truth.

Well...the rounded truth.
The truth is I'm worried beyond belief.
I'm planning on retaking the o-chems and the MCAT,
and maybe getting some abroad experience.
It all depends on if the cards fall into place.
Which as of yet, nothing seems to work.
I can't even find work in Tampa.

Now I'm getting bitter.
My blood pressure is going up,
and all control over rationale is slowly slipping away from me.
I feel like a failure.
I am lost and nervous.
Wondering if my expensive degree (approx. 160k)
was worth it.
Thinking what more I could have done.
At the time I always felt I was putting my best effort forward,
Was I?

Is this my fault?
Ofcourse it is,
you have to take responsibility for your own destiny.
But if I accept that,
then maybe I was never good enough.
Does that invalidate going to an expensive school?
Does it free me of the great expectations laid forth,
that are now pushing at my cranium from outside and within?

While this rant has taken a slightly dark tone,
I'm ok.
Ultimately I'm always ok.
Life goes on,
and I will fit somewhere.

Interesting choice of words for an overweight girl.
Hasn't "fitting in" at school, into jeans, with peers, at the bar, on the roller coaster, in the airplane seat...
been the great drama of my life?

Who knew?

Who knew Mexico had such a strong emo following?
People are so angry they have formed riots to "hunt" the emos down.
Now these are people who know how to take care of business.
I'm not sure that's the most important business, but it is easily taken care of atleast.


Graduation in less than two months.
I don't know what I'm doing with myself.
So med school was a bust.
I haven't heard from school schools, but I'm not holding my breath.
This sucks.
Back to Tampa I go.
I have no idea what to do.

Maybe I'll go to Mexico City.
It looks so interesting, and it's supposed to be a megatropolis.
8.7 million plus residents or something like that.
Though I hear the smog is really bad.
But it is an ancient city.
I forget if it is a valley or a plateau...I'm thinking valley.
Anyway, some lovely pictures...






and some intersting mexican art too...

Old Hickory.

Loving the new Janet Jackson.

I decided I'm over TFA.
Mom agreed they were stupid.
Bitter? meeybe....but its ok.
Nothing should make me lose track of med school.

Today was such an easy going day.
Woke up at 1pm.
Watched a PBS special about Andrew Jackson.
A fascinating man.
Truly a man of the 18th century would aptly describe him in my mind.

Then I took a nap.
Vicki came home,
Mom came home.
Dad called and he's working really really late.
Had some pot roast.
Treated Mom to a mocha a starbucks,
Oh how I love thee!
Now it is time to pack.

Asta luego Tampa!
Bienvenidos a Neuvo Orleans jueves!


Tampa's itty bitty downtown :)

Oh the Cultural Offerings of Lutz.

Went to The Rack down in south Tampa.
Got way lost on the way there.
Mapquest should really be shut down already.
Had two Bud Lights, sushi and nachos.
Sushi was great.
Nachos sort of sucked.
LSU beat OSU.
Geaux Tigers.

Met two boys from Lutz while I was there.
Country accent.
Hicks all the way.
Sweet enough, just a little naive and dumb.
One was a soldier back from Iraq.
I think he goes back soon.
I felt bad for blowing them off.
In truth, stupid men just don't work for me.
You can be country and not stupid.
You don't have to know about fine things
or have a large vocabulary to hang with me.
You do however need common sense.
Something I know and in my desire to be nice often let people slip with.
No more.
I need to do what is correct for me.
It scared me.
I would have given one of those boys my number if they had asked.
What would we even have spoken about?

This is a random picture of a cadet online.
I guess it makes me question who we are sending over there.
Who are we making our official representatives?
I question this kids judgement.
I don't question his commitment and sincere beliefs,
but we are sending kids out there.
America doesn't know how to be an adult.

I didn't get into Teach for America.
I don't understand.
I thought I had a good interview.
I really feel passionate.
I thought my presentation was well done.
I'm not sure what else it could have been aside from my grades.
I'm really upset and disappointed by this.
I feel kind of heartbroken.
I didn't get into my plan B.

Aside from that bad news,
which has been bothering me for some time now,
the night was good.

It was great catching up with Vicki.
Her friend Julie was nice.
She travels all around the country
setting up computer systems in hotels.
I really need to find a life plan.
I have no idea what I'm going to do for myself.
What is going to happen if I don't get into med school?
I hate this uncertainty.
I have spent $160,000 on my education,
and I am unhirable.

You can't do anything with a science degree.
F* * *
I have no idea what I'm going to do.
F* * *

Sorry, depression setting in.
I thought for sure I'd get in to Teach for America.
It was my back up plan!

Moving on I guess.
I don't want to tell my mother.

Ratatouille!

I got Ratatouille for Christmas and I just LOVE it! I keep watching it over and over, and other people keep wanting to see it over and over. It is just great! Went to Borders for the fifth night in a row. My mother is a bad influence. Coffee every night at 9pm combined with sleeping in till 2pm because I have nothing to do has me staying up till 5am. Whatever, I'm on vacation!

I'm excited for my last semester of school. I have a med school interview in two weeks, cross your fingers. I may need to try prayer. Things were so crazy towards the end of last semester. I'm feeling like a granny more and more.

I find out if I got into Teach for America Monday! We'll see where they put me. I'm hoping for St. Louis (my first choice). My second choices were Kansas City (because it was a new site) and New Orleans (comfort I guess, but no Master's program :-/) and then my third choices were New York City and Boston (the only downside is that those are expensive cities to live in and the teacher's pay isn't comparable.



As a side note, I am determined to learn French! It is my goal for the year. I don't plan on being a grammatical genius, but mostly basics and enough to get around if I ever make it to Paris. It is my new obsession. I've always liked it, but very recently I've just had this part of me that is yearning to go there. I wish I had both the time and the money!

Presentation tomorrow.
So happy to be done.
I notice when I'm stressed,
my creative juices flow more.
I crave writing, and painting,
and photography.

My goal for the next two weeks is to center myself.
I am going home,
catching up with Andrew,
seeing my entire giant Cuban family,
getting my wisdom teeth pulled out,
back to school shopping,
and collecting my thoughts and ideas.

I need clarity and definition.
I need to focus on what my goals are,
and how I'm truly going to achieve them.
I will further elaborate on this,
when I personally have them straight.

I am happy to go home.
My teeth hurt!!!!
I hate wisdom teeth.
I'm actually looking forward to this surgery!!
Crazy.



Summer needs to come to an end.
I feel disappointed and in worse shape than I began.
Sadly,
from this dispair,
I feel inspired,
I understand why artists must be tortured to truly make art.