Cual es la fraternidad Hispana ideal?

I dont know.
I will have to think about it :P
post to come.....

We are engaged :) !!

Q and I met a little bit over two years ago on the front steps of Perkins Chapel. He quickly became my friend and partner in crime. We were once seen walking through the Burger King drive through at 2am… and we shared our first dinner date with Ruben... hehe… and Q won the cook-off. With… his… spaghetti… and we had a crazy first (double) date… and he kissed me in front of the Lee Center..

…sooo… on with the story… Fast fwd two AMAZING, WONDERFUL years…

I was not supposed to see Q till Thanksgiving this school year. Or well, actually… hehe… let me tell you… I was supposed to surprise him next week. But with the help of his wonderful sister, he beat me to it. Poor Bugsy… what that girl’s had to do…
But Q sent flowers this whole week. Flowers and flowers… colorful and gleaming tropical flowers… “happy” daisies… white roses… pink roses… more white roses (they’re my favorite)… it was wonderful. In my roommate’s words, I am “one lucky girl.” Well, he said the big surprise was coming on Friday, and so he called Friday night to ask if my gift had arrived already.
“Nope. Don’t think so sweetie”
“Well, why don’t you go downstairs and check? Maybe it’s there already.”
“Ok” [as in well, Im sure its not here, but alrights, if you want me to…]

And there he was. I was not even outside yet and I could see him standing in front of my apartment, dressed in black slacks and a clean white shirt. I was speechless. Breathless. So happy I felt I’d faint and had to lean my head on the wall and wait for the emotion to subside ---and then I ran to him and hugged him and went crazy again.
I swear… seeing him… would have been enough craziness for one night…
But when I finally calmed down a little bit, he casually said he’d gotten my Quinceañera ring cleaned. I was glad to hear that –I’ve worn the ring for quite a few years no and my finger feels strange without it. But I was shocked when I opened my ring’s box to find another –very beautiful- ring in its place.

Q went down on one knee.

I had been completely oblivious of… everything… until this point. And I started jumping, screaming, sobbing... And he asked. And (after what he says was an amazingly long time) I finally calmed down enough to say yes a few thousand times. He asked me in Spanish afterwards :)

So that’s how it happened… we will live happily ever after :)

Note:
The ring was a bit too big. Q took it with him to get it resized. I shall meet them both again on Thursday… LoL… since I’d already bought the tickets :P

Look how amazing my boyfriend is!

These past few days have been so hard ... and yet I am so unbelievably happy tonight. I am so in love! And he happens to love me back... He makes me happy.

I am back in Boston....
...............................................can I just go back home now?

So.... I think Boston freedom cannot be missed enough to be liked when actually gotten. Nothing to do here but mind my own business, no space and stuff in here but my own, and now I want to clean after my siblings. Sigh....

Buuut.... Im here. And Im cleaning after myself :P Lots to unpack, clean and organize.... lots of errands to run before Im ready for the semester.... for my last year in school!!! now THAT is exciting. And beautiful flowers waiting in your room to greet you are always a very nice surprise...

well.. back to work.. gotta do some laundry and finish unpacking....

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I am so sick! Just a couple days before I leave to Boston… and I cannot sleep! But I’ve gone to the doctor, and I’m drugged up...... SoooOOo…. I’ve been reading other posts… Old posts. Posts from when I first met Quijote and then started dating him. It’s been fun. I'm feeling romantic tonight. Should I write a disclaimer? Hm.... Nah.
It was a good time, college. Maybe that’s because my blogs sound a lot like movies, where characters don’t really need sleep or toilets and seem to just have a social life. LoL. Completely unrealistic…. Yep: Beautifully, absently, yet idealizing(uh, ly?) unrealistic. And I probably still sound a lot like I did back then, but wow… it’s easier to recognize it from a distance. In a way, I like it. I liked that touch of fresh and open idealism and optimism Quijote had back then. I fell in love with that. It was shameless and brave.
It’s strange how relationships change as we change, and how they change us. On my end, at least, that has been the case. What started out as something crazy but uplifting, something magical and exciting, has evolved into something surprisingly solid and …well, old even... I feel like we’re an old couple sometimes, when I do or say something subconsciously and realize it’s come from an amazingly deep knowledge of how he thinks or functions. Or when we’re on IM and I realize that he knows that he should put something into words, even though I already know it or understand it, just because I appreciate him saying it or because I react to it in a specific way. I read in one of my posts that I was worried about not knowing if he’d really wanted to go to a certain restaurant… hehe… cute.
I suppose that after all, we did change a bit. Q is not shamelessly brave anymore. He’s still, of course, Quijote, idealistic and willing to battle to death ---but much more cautious about the causes. He is adaptably, intelligently, competently brave. And though I’d like to think I’m a bit lighter at heart, I’ve become aware that maybe I feel that way only when I don’t really care. All lightness of heart can disappear in a moment’s realization…. to be replaced by either insight or apprehension. Things become heavy and complicated. And I don’t like it. Looking back, I -at the moment- prefer my past careless self. My young, naïve(er) self who appreciated new friends much easier and kept her old buddies close to heart. I like her because she enjoyed life better. And she believed in all the values of Quijotesque belief. But she also lived in that same idyllic, unrealistic world. She didn’t have to worry about the things I have to worry about now. Perhaps I am, like Q, better prepared and more adaptable for the future as I am now…. who knows. Life maintains its liquid motion… continuous and changing, splashy and surprising. It’s a little bit rocky out there sometimes, but it doesn’t matter. Maybe there’s nothing wrong with a little black magic. Self-invented magic. Re-invented magic. Plain, and even overly visited magic worlds are always still magnetic forces in our memories… they just never rust.