I've been swimmer for the past twelve years of my life. I have learned the art of hard work in the pool, doing dry land, sometimes running, often lifting, and the scarfing down all the food in sight around me. I should be able to carry this mentality into the post season, right? Sometime after a two week break of doing nothing and eating everything I couldn't before, I should be able to hop in the pool or at least drag my but to the gym, right?

Nope. Exercising and I, we are not good friends. We barely like each other. And I need exercising more than exercising needs me. Now food, food I love. We've had a not so healthy relationship for years. But anyway, exercising and me. I would love to be a runner and go for an hour at some obscene pace. But no, no, I'm lucky if I make myself go to the gym more than once a week. There's nothing I like enough to stick to it. I don't even like swimming that much, so don't ask me how I've lasted.

But. This summer, I'm going to change. Especially for when I go to Madrid in the Fall (oh yeah, study abroad!). I want to be a success story gosh darnit! I don't know how, but if you see me complaining about pain in my legs, it's probably because I'm really trying. I will have a firm butt by the time I'm dancing it off in October!

...and inundate you with pictures of cats...

My old cat, isn't she precious?

I know. I know. I suck. First I'm a Modern Dreamer. Then a shoe whore. Then I'm all glittery and lacey. And then a spanglish major. And now I'm a future cat lady. Am I writer? Stylist? Poor excuse of a fashion blogger? Boring lifestyle blogger? Who. Knows. All I know is I keep changing, and I keep saying, "This is it! I've found my niche. This will be my blog fo life." And then I change my mind (although to be fair Glitter & Lace was accidentally marked as spammed and has been in restoring hell ever since). And I change my tone. I want to be funny and sarcastic and clever (which I don't think ever really works out) and then I want to sound sophisticated and cool and educated (which really never works). So here I am. Attempting to write, since that's what I always thought was my thing, and which I've come to realize has been put wayyyyy back on the back burner. Just lots of writing, maybe funny? Who knows? 

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I'm not going to pretend this is going to be my blog fo life, since we know how well that's turned out for the blogs of past. And since my parents won't let me get a cat until I'm in a place of my own and my school has certain policies against feline roommates, I remain a future cat lady. I like hot black tea with sugar and milk, and I like to read trashy romance novels mixed in with all my fancy English literature. I sound like an idiot half the time when I talk, and it's even worse when I try to do it in Spanish. Every time I see a picture of a cat, I melt like a Popsicle on the fourth of July, and I spend way too much time surfing the web. Also. To be fair, I adore my dog more than life and I always miss her when I have to leave her and go to college.

Cutest. Thing. Ever.