First off, I'd like to thank the Scorpians for a great time tonight and for the title of this entry. (I've been dancing to their music all night).

Alright, a lot has changed since my last few (3) posts. Obviously or I would have picked some other song to quote such as Smokin' in the Boys Room (I'm a 90's kid with her heart in the 80's). Ooh, The Zoo just came on! Jeez, I love my dad for raising me on screeching guitars, rolling bass, and easy-to-follow drum beats! Enough of the 80's rock talk, Lari!

I am way past over my last relationship. Two years dedicated to Eddie and I can really say it is over. He can go statutorily rape his little Sandra. You see, he's 18 and she's only 14. Christo, that's just two years older than my younger sister! Gross, isn't it? But to each his own. (No One Like You just came on! Wooo!!) That branch in the Relationship Tree has fanned as far as it could and the leaves are set. My latest endeavor atop my tree is with a wonderful boy named Mauricio Frausto. He likes it when I call him wonderful. It suits him; he's an absolute thrill and the sweetest human with testicles and a penis that I know. Not the typical jerk boyfriend. Haha, though we always have a laugh when I call him a jerk whenever he is being playful... in a psuedo-jerk-ish kind of way. Plain and simple, he's more than I ever expected to find in a guy. I think my traumatic history with Eddie set me up for disappointment in any other guy I attempted to be with. But Mau, he's great. Oh, and we are the epitome of great. That we are. Want to hear how it all went down? 'Kay...

So there's this boy. I noticed him. But a significant milestone in the journey to our greatness was when Mau came into my first period AP english class. I couldn't stop looking at the boy! (Rhythm of Love came on just on time!) I had developed a crush on this tall, skinny basketball player with the most handsome nose and chin I had ever seen (not to mention his amazing hair [i figured we'll have kids with beautiful super curly hair!]). All of this went down in October. We haven't even scratched the surface yet! So, basketball season started in November. It's times like those that I thanked the adminisrative gods above for having a yearbook class at school. Having a crush on #21 of the varsity boys team, basketball became my official beat for yearbook. It was me covering their games and more importantly attending when no one else really did. My friends and I really got into this sport. I was surprised I enjoyed it so much! And who knew that Mau noticed me at that point as well. After their second game and two days later I was visiting in San Antonio with my grandparents. I had been inside an appliance store when I checked my MySpace account on my handy dandy Nokia Surge. New Messages; just something from some faggit, I thought. When I see the photo of a tall, skinny boy on a basketball court I flip out and jump for repressed joy (hey, I didn't want to look like a total spaz). I read it and immediately think he noticed! but it was still too early to say anything was set in stone. Long, long story short: we talked a lot, went on a few dates, he made my 18th birthday the best I had ever had, spent New Years night together, kept seeing each other at his games, then BAM he asks me to be his girlfriend after one of his games and dinner at Wendy's (Lauricio Fraundez was created that night). Two weeks into this great union, we are happy. Perfect for one another. (He's helping me spruce up my Spanish). This wonderful boy, Mauricio Frausto, has made me the happiest in two weeks than anyone ever did in two years+.

On another note, the latter half of 2009 was a period of renewal and chances for me. I ran for Homecoming Queen! Who knew that this former tom boy who despised anyting girly would wear a gorgeous navy blue dress created by her grandmother (Thank you Momo!). It was a fantastic, warming feeling -despite the cold weather- to walk down the field with my fellow yearbook editor and to have the band play for us as we proceeded down a line of colorguard girls waving their flags around us. Beautiful feeling, and then we joined the rest of our yearbook mates down by the sidelines to enjoy the homecoming game. Not once did I ever notice the freezing air around me. Just had fun with my gals and laughed as we danced like fools to the band playing.

UIL began with a flop and next Saturday, a week from today, I have my second meet of the season. It doesn't help that some of my teammates are douchebags. My solution is to kick them off my team. Yes, my team 'cause I, yours truly was dubbed Journalism TEAM CAPTAIN! Chya know it! But honestly, UIL just isn't doin' it for me this year. I'm not feeling it. I qualified for state last year, so I've proved myself, paid my dues, now I want to lie back and watch my yearbook baby Kehila go far this time. (Screw the rest of you).

I feel as if this is lengthy. Who the heck's going to want to read this. Good luck.