Tuesday, September 11, 2012

what i know for sure.

it's crazy:

how bad i am at salsa dancing and what a disgrace i am to my cuban heritage.  a suite mate and i decided to partake in weekly salsa dancing lessons, and it's hilarious how robotic i feel whilst moving my feet to the music. 1-2-3, 4-5-6, 7-8-9.  in time, young grasshopper.

how the dill-flavored popcorn at flying saucer is actuuuuaaaallly delicious.

how picking up two random vanderbilt students on the side of the road on the way home from previously mentioned flying saucer can be the best part of your night.  we know you enjoyed our blasting rendition of t swift's "we are never, ever, (ever?) getting back together."

how you can determine the way your day will play out with the first thought that pops into your head when that morning alarm goes off.  it's not the smile from that stranger, the holding-of-the-door outside of towers III, or the fact that grins now serves the tofu rancheros wrap without the wrap (okay, maybe. maybe it's the last one). it's that positive attitude flowing through your veins.

"the pessimist complains about the wind; the optimist expects it to change; the realist adjusts the sails." 
- william a. ward

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