University of New Mexico…

All hail the conquering freshman. *Dramatic music swells*

Yes, it’s official. I’ve started UNM . Do I feel like the wise, all-knowing mature beyond mature adult?!?! HAHAHA! No… 

I feel like a stressed out kiddo who isn’t getting enough sleep, decorating her locker with her crazy friends, and beginning to inhabit the local coffee shops.

Am I loving UNM? Yes. Am I loving all of the vocal and music education faculty? OF COURSE! Am I loving 8am Music theory….

NO

Can I just die already? I don’t think I can handle four semesters of 8am classes.

Oookay! I have to tell you the locker story. Melody (one of my amazing friends) and I decided to share a locker and we were kinda feeling like being very sparkly and purple-y this particular day, so we went way overboard and decorated the entire inside of our locker with purple paper, rhinestones, and music notes. Wow. Real mature, huh? OH well, at least it’s not decorated with transformer stickers or something like that…at least we have one pimpin’ locker. Booyeah!

Least favorite part about UNM so far…music theory homework. It’s not too bad, just rather time consuming. It could be worse – at least it’s not calculus or engineering homework.

Best thing about UNM – my classes are within five minutes of each other. All of them except for two are in the same building! Yay! Less walking for me!

I’ve been officially inspired by Dr. Carlow to be a music educator. She is amazing and so talented, such a great woman. I’m so happy to be in her choir and one of her classes.

Oh yeah, my fitness class is totally kicking my butt…that’s the point isn’t it? Haha. I totally feel bad for the ONLY guy in a room full of forty girls. Oh well, it’s his fault for signing up for a dance class!

I was going to say something about riding on the bus…but I can’t do it now. A song from Barney called “Riding On The Bus” popped into my head. Wow, that’s mature. I totally just aged myself….Barney’s like from the 90s, isn’t he?

Ahhh  I’m tired….serves me right for doing homework at an ungodly hour.

It’s a bad sign when I hear Dr. Dalby singing “do do-day-de do” in my head…I’ve spent already too much time in that classs…and it’s only the second week! AH!

 

=) *wishes self more luck for the rest of the semester*

I’m a diva…

“I know you read the paper
The one that they call a queen
Every radio round the world know me
‘Cause that’s where I be…
I’m a, a diva, hey
I’m a, I’m a, a diva, hey
I’m a, I’m a, a diva, hey
I’m a, I’m a, a diva…”

- “Diva” Beyonce

I Love Youuuuu…

“Love Youuuuu…”

B.S…That’s all I can say. When ever Lici says something totally insulting she always finishes her dissing with a classic little Barbie “I LOOOOOVE YOUUUU *eyelash bat*.”

Anyways, I’m at Flying Star with Lauren and Lici. Coffee + plus the three of us = muy bueno times.

Confession of Alicia #1 – “I’m a shopaholic…I need to say this right….I have these urges, no, desires…no, an controllable need to shop. Screw guys -  I just need a credit card.” Good luck with Lici. She just needs to find someone who is rich and will never bankrupt.

Mmm this java is so good. It probably has like 150 calories, but I don’t care. I keep inhaling the coffee-goodness…mhmmmm…

Why do they give you a fork when the servers serve you your bagel? Who the heck eats a bagel with a fork!?!?! SERIOUSLY!

Lauren is being racist. She said the wantons are greasy and gross, just like Asians…jk jk…she didn’t say that about Asians, the only truth in that statement was about the quality of the wantons.  Lauren, I LOVE YOU! *eyelash bat*

I feel guilty for not inviting Bryce to come with us to Flying Star….Bryce, I LOVE YOU! *eyelash bat*

Okay, okay…so there’s this chick and her boyfriend eating at FS…and the girl…is sitting like a cross between a cross-legged Indian and a frog and a Spiderman hanging upside. Get the picture. Yeah, I know….bad mental image. We all are a bit mentally scarred. I wonder how much therapy is!?!

Wow…Alicia just threatened to buzz mine and Lauren’s hair when she becomes a famous hair stylist. She said she’d buzz “Dani” on my scalp for a $50,000, 15minutes-of-fame tabloid stunt. Lauren is much worse though….”Lauren-skapoo” across the back of her head. Alicia says, “I LOVE YOU! *eyelash bat*.”

Quote of the day – “We don’t do blondes.”

I have the need to slap Alicia upside the head….she’s making her second confession of the night…and I can’t post it . Lici, “ I LOVE YOU! *eyelash bat*.”  I’m going to try to contain my rage, upsetness, confusion, laughter, and general “yeaaa”-ness. (Yes, “yeaaa-ness” is a word in the “Da Family’s Dictionary for Awesome Words. Definition – when you give a general “yeaaa” and a blank look of confusion).

This is Lauren talking…and Alicia and I just realized…Daniela has broken the code!!! She’s not breaking it now…but she did in the recent past…in a big way!!!!  We must find a way for her to pay…uh oh…Daniela “blondie, how could she!!” Alicia “He is, in fact, a brunette.” *bats lashes at both D and A* I LOVE YOU!!!!  

This is Daniela….*bawls* I’m so sorry, ladies. I need to go repent to my priest (if only I could find one who would have me)…wait that sounded wrong. Forget it…I’ll just carry the weight of my sin forever…

“Oops, she did it again….” Lauren again….apparently, Daniela has broken the code not once, but twice! Although….in her defense, the second time around…she didn’t know…and…in one specific case, I would break the code…however, that case is never happenin’…..*grins*

Daniela here. I hate Lauren and Alicia. I LOVE YOU! *bats long, luscious lashes* (Maybe she’s born with it, maybe it’s Maybelline)

Lauren and Alicia…You don’t hate us…you love us! You know you do! Besides, you started this blog…totally your fault!!!! LOVE YOU!!!

(This has totally degenerated from a blog post into a conversation….)

Ooooo deep discussion time….*huddles around the table whispering and giggling*

2^nd Quote of the Day – “We share a square of trust between the four of us…”

Let’s face it. I trust “da family” with my life. And they know it. We’re the Italian mafia – you mess with one of us, you get all of us. That’s the extreme closeness of our relationship. I honestly really do, most sincerely “LOVE YOU!”

(WARNING :: this post was written by three very crazy girls who were very high on coffee and love)

Washington D.C. Trip – Days 4&5

Day 4 –

 

Argh, I feel sick. I’m in one of those “touch me and diiieeeeee” moods. Physically I feel terrible….mehhh….

 

Alicia is an amazing sister. She went and got me breakfast cause I didn’t feel well enough to go downstairs. *claps* Kudos.

 

Ah! Lici and I are trying to get ourselves all dolled up before we go to the conference for Dad’s work. Aaah!

 

Wow. Just wow. The conference was…wow. Just wow. Very smart, high-tech .and…did I mention smart!?! Very spiffy. I would go into more detail but some of the stuff was so over my head. I  kinda sorta felt maybe just a little, okay a lot, out of place, but it wasn’t too terrible – the attendees and exhibitors were very understanding regarding my lack of tech savvy. =) Ha!

 

Walking around D.C. in high heels is never a good idea. Time for a trip to the hot tub and then a loooong nap.

 

Almost overslept. I had about 30minutes (oh my!) to get myself ready to go to dinner with my dad’s associates. We ate at this very chic and classy restaurant (that is entirely woman owned and “chef-ed”). The meal was excellent and the company was better!

 

Favorite quote of the evening – “You’ll think he’s so hott, you’ll have drool coming outta your…eyes!”

 

If I wasn’t so tired, I would’ve written more and explained the quote, but alas I am exhausted and am in desperate need of SLEEP! Good night! Don’t wake me up until kingdom comes….

 

….too bad my kingdom comes tomorrow!

Day 5 –

I’m going home! Yay!

 

I’m still feeling sick and I’ve decided that I don’t like breakfast. And I’ve also decided that “Charmed” episodes get old and predictable after watching it for 2 hrs in the morning.

 

I’m standing in the middle of the hotel room with my entire wardrobe spread all over the bed, dresser, TV (yes the TV), and the floor, trying to figure out how the heck I got all of this in one suitcase. I think I need to learn how to pack lighter – much lighter.

 

Thirty minutes later and several jumps on the suitcase, I finally got it all to fit. Yay me!

 

I’m going home! Yay! (Yes it just hit me again) I’m kinda sad to leave D.C.; I really do love it here. However, I am missing the green chile and the Hispanic culture of the Q.

 

Survived the first flight from Washington D.C. to Dallas! As I’m sitting in the next gate impatiently awaiting my flight to Albuquerque, the first thing I hear from the flight attendants is that the plane is seriously late. Like, seriously. Agh! I was annoyed, but quickly got over it. Then the same voice came over the loudspeaker 45minutes later. The plane we were supposed to take had been declared “unfit” to fly be the airport mechanics and the airline was attempting to find another empty plane for us. Agh! My annoyed attitude quickly returned and in full force – I was ready to knock the living daylights out of anyone who bothered me again. And guess what!?! The SAME voice announced that they had found a plane (yay!) and that it was at another gate just a short distance away. Short?! Buhahaha. They so lied. It was on the other side of the Airport! Agh! I honestly believe that it was the airline’s intent to annoy the life out of me.

 

Yay! I’m FINALLY on the flight back to Burque. Bring on the dry heat! Bring on the lack of water! Bring on the “real” chile!

 

Okay. This is totally weird. In the Dallas airport I was waiting for the flights and I saw this guy who looked totally familiar. He walked by and smiled, so I smiled back. Now it’s driving me nuts. I know I know him, but why. I’m pretty sure he was one of the Youth Leadership kids from the Chamber of Commerce. Michael Corrio, I think. (Creepy thing is…if it’s really Mr. M.C. himself, then I know exactly where he’s coming from. Lol) I’m almost too chicken to ask. Before I get off this plane I will find out who he is, I swear it.

 

Alicia is going to kill me for saying this in my public blog – but oh well, she brought this on herself. She tends to take up the entire 3 seats in the row on the plane. Her head is on my dad’s arm, most of her body is in her chair, and her legs are spread across my laptop. Seriously how can someone so small take up that much room!?!?! Sisters…can’t live with them, can’t live without them.

 

Sad moment of the day – I realized I left poor Tony in the hotel. I can’t believe it. I was going to take Tony with me where ever I went and always have him on my person. *sniffles* How tragic. Now he’s probably all alone in the bottom of a garbage bin that was picked up by the cleaning staff. All alone. *bawls* I’m sorry Tony, forgive me!!!

Albuquerque is in sight! Yay! Home sweet, home!

Washington D.C. Trip – Day 3

Clearly my hair does weird things in the humidity. It looks like a cross between a crimp, a “fro”, my normally straight hair, and Oscar the Grouch’s fur. Agh. Fail. I think I should fix it. Ahhhh! Today’s the day! I get to hang out with Lauren!!! I’m getting soooooo hyper and bouncing and excited about the whole thing…wait….maybe it was the ChipsAhoy! I have in my hand…mmmhmmm… Did I just admit to having cookies before breakfast? Oooops… Ahhhh Lauren and her mummy came to the hotel! I pretty much freaked. Like….bounce on the polkadottted couches freaked. AH! *happydance* Went to the wax museum (Madame Toussad’s) with Lauren and Lici. It was amazing; the sculptures were so life like – it was hard to tell which ones were real and which ones weren’t. All of us went a little nuts when it came to taking pictures… The entire day we girls would look at each other and say “oh wow, I’m eating lunch with you in D.C.” or “oh wow, we’re breathing the same air” or “oh wow, we’re in a pool together.” It was totally surreal. Score! We found a Starbucks and the world became a better, happier, brighter place. Yay! After walking around for a ridiculous amount of time, we found this cute deli called “Potbellies”and ordered some really yummy subs! Mmhmm! Came back to the hotel…discovered that the wallpaper and couches were polkadotted. Three of us took over the hotel’s pool and hot-tub. We were making fun of yoga..so we figured out that you can do yoga, ballet, and karate in the pool. Don’t ask. Dinner at Union Station. We found this great Italian bar and grill…our waiter signed his name on a drink napkin so that we wouldn’t forget his name. Tony. Tony had an amazing signature…it’s almost nicer than mine. We took Tony’s napkin back with us to the hotel. Now we always have Tony with us! Lol Awww sniffles. I just dropped Lauren back off at the metro station and we’re heading our own separate ways. Omg, I am serious crying. What a sap. Oh well, it happens to the best of us. <3 Love you Lauren

Washington D.C.Trip – Day 2

Day 2 –

Ahhh! 8pm is too early for a Sunday. Too early you say? My body is screaming “it’s 6am… in Albuquerque.” Argh, why do I have to get up? Breakfast time…

 Their coffee at the hotel is blegh. I’m having a Starbucks craving…stttttaaaaarrrrbbbbuuuucccckkkkssssss…

So when my dad said that “oh the Smithsonians and National Mall is only a short walk from the hotel.” I was thinking ‘short’ as in ‘so short it’s 2 blocks away.” But no, it was 10 blocks! 10 freakin blocks. Why did I wear flipflops?

Can you tell I’m grumpy?

Going back to the Smithsonian was pretty cool. It was so cool to see original Wizard of Oz shoes, Kermit the frog, Abe Lincoln’s hat, T. A. Edison’s lightblub, and some spiffy cars. It was like a visual timeline of history. In the Stars and Stripe Café, we all had a wonderful lunch. Yum.

Because we went to D.C. a few years back, we flight like we didn’t need to re-see all of the monuments and we decided which ones we would see. We decided upon the Washington Monument, the WWII memorial, Vietnam memorial, Lincoln memorial, and the reflecting pool. Let the walking begin…onward!

Names. Thousands of names. You always read about the numbers in your history books, but it doesn’t connect until you see the names. At the Vietnam memorial, the hustle and bustle of the Nation Mall slowly quieted down until you could hear a pin drop. Parents whispered to their children about which one was granddads name. A veteran pressed his hands and head against the names of his buddies; he didn’t even see the onlookers through his watery eyes….

Finally back at the hotel…I took a much needed nap while Alicia and dad went to the pool.

“Nerd alert,” chirped Alicia. I kinda understand that, but I think she just doesn’t like people who are smarter than her. We were at the ASUVI conference at the Washington Convention Center trying to frantically set up my dad’s booth. Yeah, um, let’s just say…we finished the booth after much blood, sweat, and tears. I hope the people at Sanda Labs realized I broke a nail for the success of this project. Gosh.

Pizza for dinner, Chips Ahoy!  For dessert, “Saving Private Ryan” on TV…time for a relaxing evening…

Washington D.C. Trip – Day 1

Day 1 –

 

When we arrived at the Albuquerque airport at o dark thirty in the morning, Alicia and I were greeted by a bunch of Asian band-camp dudes (weird combo, huh?) who were wearing their swim trunks (yes, swim trunks) and were lugging around…prepare yourself…POLKADOTTED suitcases. These were manly men, but clearly not that manly. Also one guy had a really bizarre dye job in his hair. He looked like a cross between a duck and a peacock mixed in with a little bit of a blonde surfer dude hair. (Alicia automatically started singing from the musical Honk! – ”it’s a poultry tale, of folk down on the farm…”) Alicia wanted to take a picture, but I refused…seriously who wants to be standing in the middle of an airport taking pictures of random guys:?!? Lol

 

Our plane was fairly full and someone clearly didn’t tell us that the plane was a “kiddie party.” We were surrounded by little babies and toddlers. Now, I like kids, but…little kids plus me plus 8:10am on a Saturday equals not fun times. Yeahhh, not to mention Alicia is a little kiddie too. Love you, sista. When we landed in Chicago, we decided that’d we hurry and run to McDonalds to grab a bite to eat before catching the 1:15 plane to Washington. Alicia decided she was going to order a Happy Meal and was very upset when she didn’t get the toy she wanted.  She got a sheep.This is the first clue that Alicia absolutely belonged on the kiddie plane. =D

 

Alicia and I got Starbucks in Chicago and a baby tried to steal her frappucino. Serves her right for setting on the floor in front of a crawling kid.

 

Ah! The plane is delayed. Shoot me now. We had to run to another gate and some of the passengers are getting re-checked in. Turns out we only have a 20minute delay, which is good. It could be worse, right? Riiiiiight. Can you tell I’m trying to stay positive?

 

Haha, the same baby is crawling around and is attempting to drool all over Alicia’s “I love shoes” bag… I don’t what’s funnier – Alicia’s face, or the fact the baby is a little boy… =P

 

The little girl sitting next to me informed her parents she wants to see “the pencil” when they’re in D.C…I took me a few minutes to figure out they were talking about the Washington Monument. *headdesk*

 

Number one reason why I live in a desert – NO HUMDITY

 

We ate dinner in Chinatown….dude, their food is the bomb. Pure amazing-ness. I think Alicia needs to live in Chinatown cause everything is “her” size…

Yay! Bourne movies on TV tonight, swimming the pool, laptops and ipods fully-charged…we are good to go! Life is good!

Washington D.C. Trip – Day 1

Day 1 –

 

When we arrived at the Albuquerque airport at o dark thirty in the morning, Alicia and I were greeted by a bunch of Asian band-camp dudes (weird combo, huh?) who were wearing their swim trunks (yes, swim trunks) and were lugging around…prepare yourself…POLKADOTTED suitcases. These were manly men, but clearly not that manly. Also one guy had a really bizarre dye job in his hair. He looked like a cross between a duck and a peacock mixed in with a little bit of a blonde surfer dude hair. (Alicia automatically started singing from the musical Honk! – ”it’s a poultry tale, of folk down on the farm…”) Alicia wanted to take a picture, but I refused…seriously who wants to be standing in the middle of an airport taking pictures of random guys:?!? Lol

 

Our plane was fairly full and someone clearly didn’t tell us that the plane was a “kiddie party.” We were surrounded by little babies and toddlers. Now, I like kids, but…little kids plus me plus 8:10am on a Saturday equals not fun times. Yeahhh, not to mention Alicia is a little kiddie too. Love you, sista. When we landed in Chicago, we decided that’d we hurry and run to McDonalds to grab a bite to eat before catching the 1:15 plane to Washington. Alicia decided she was going to order a Happy Meal and was very upset when she didn’t get the toy she wanted.  She got a sheep.This is the first clue that Alicia absolutely belonged on the kiddie plane. =D

 

Alicia and I got Starbucks in Chicago and a baby tried to steal her frappucino. Serves her right for setting on the floor in front of a crawling kid.

 

Ah! The plane is delayed. Shoot me now. We had to run to another gate and some of the passengers are getting re-checked in. Turns out we only have a 20minute delay, which is good. It could be worse, right? Riiiiiight. Can you tell I’m trying to stay positive?

 

Haha, the same baby is crawling around and is attempting to drool all over Alicia’s “I love shoes” bag… I don’t what’s funnier – Alicia’s face, or the fact the baby is a little boy… =P

 

The little girl sitting next to me informed her parents she wants to see “the pencil” when they’re in D.C…I took me a few minutes to figure out they were talking about the Washington Monument. *headdesk*

 

Number one reason why I live in a desert – NO HUMDITY

 

We ate dinner in Chinatown….dude, their food is the bomb. Pure amazing-ness. I think Alicia needs to live in Chinatown cause everything is “her” size…

 

Yay! Bourne movies on TV tonight, swimming the pool, laptops and ipods fully-charged…we are good to go! Life is good!

Ohmigod…

3 days until I meet Lauren! 

*mini freak out*

3 days until I meet Lauren!

*breathes in, breathes out*

3 days until I meet Lauren!

*huge SMILE*

3 days until I meet Lauren!

*dance like a Robot*

3 days until I meet Lauren!

*scream like a maniac*

3 days until I meet Lauren!

*bounce bounce like a teen on a Redbull*

 

OHMIGOD!

From high heels to explosions…

Let’s talk about my taste in movies.

Ask my friends, and they’ll tell you I am (and I quote) a diva, girly girl, and drama queen. I’m all about pink, purses that can fit dogs in them, Prada’s, and lipgloss.  Obviously movies like – Pride and Prejudice, Miss Congeniality, Sleepless in Seattle, Lake House,  How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days, Legally Blonde, the Prince and Me, and (a personal favorite) Maid in Manhattan. So that’s what I watched to night…yes, I bawled, laughed, and sniffled over Mad in Manhattan the classic rags-to-riches Cinderella-finds-true-love story with a Latino twist. Love it. *sigh*

And in the same night, I sit down and watch the intense, blow ‘em up, shoot ‘em up movie Push (about people with special powers who are being tracked by the government). I LOVE IT. Nothing beats a little bit of explosions mixed in with a grenade or two…throw in Tom Cruise, a couple of guys in fatigues, and  maybe Johnn Depp, and I am totally set. I love movies that make your heart pound and cringe and freak out all at the same time. Action movie are the bomb, literally.

So how can a Diva who refused to break a nail like bombs and army fatigues?

I have no idea…