Shout out to Britney Spears for such an accurate title to describe my life right now! That's exactly how I feel right now. At 24, I'm still stuck in this transition phase of my life. I can't find a decent job to get me out on my own and my parents don't buy the fact that I can really pick out my own clothes and decide when I've stayed out too late on a weekend.

So last week was my nephew's birthday, and I was excited for a chance to glam it up for a night. We were all going out to dinner at Chili's, so I figured that I would dress a little nicer than jeans and a tshirt, do something with my hair, put in my contacts, and try for a little drama with my makeup. Yes, this is only a 7-year-old's birthday, but being cooped up all week will make you use anything as a reason to go out. So I got dressed in a flowy tank, and some cute tie-dye leggings that I scored from the girls' department of Target (don't judge me, they fit!) My mom looks me over and rolls her eyes, typical mom behavior. The shocker comes when she says, "You know I don't approve of that outfit, so you can either change clothes or find a ride with someone else to dinner." Ever the dutiful daughter that I am, I skulk back to my room, grudgingly change into some bermuda shorts and a shirt, and try to act like this entire ordeal was no biggie instead of revealing that this just added reason #82 of why I believe my mom thinks I'm a whore. I didn't even bother with my hair or makeup after that, I was dressed in my usual laidback skater apparel and no longer felt the need to dress it up.

Friday night, I decided that I was in a good mood, that I felt like dancing, and I was going hit up my favorite Friday hangout spot (when I can get there), the Buena Vista Social at Maison. Imagine a dark room with a bar, flashing light, fog machines, and hot mixes of spanglish, salsa, merengue, and reggaeton blasting while everybody's on the floor getting down to the beat. It's like my Friday night wet dream. :) I lay out this hot new ensemble that includes a purple minidress, black belt, black heels, and my newest miniature black hat complete with a veil. It was semi-retro and totally my style (as if that's one distinct type). My mom spots it and asks what the outfit is for. When I tell her that I'm going out, she gets all huffy but won't say why. I really did want her opinion even though I didn't really care what is was. After all, this is the same woman that told me that 10:30 was kinda late to be heading out with friends on a Saturday night a few weeks ago. I understand you want to protect me but come on! I refrained from saying that Latin Night doesn't really get started at midnight, and I'm usually there by myself. I'm careful when I go out: I don't get wasted, I always carry my knife, I make sure that someone knows where I am when I'm not in the club, I don't really stay out past 2am. To me, that seems pretty responsible, but maybe I'm kidding myself????
Anyway, so I head to Maison at 11, and sit in the car to talk to Thomas while heading towards a buzz with a shot of Skyy and a Bailey's Margarita. My night was pretty awesome! I spent most of it dancing with "that guy". The one that I always end up dancing with, but we've never even introduced ourselves to each other. I found out that he actually doesn't speak any Spanish, just listens to the music enough to "know" all the words. I discovered this while listening to Daddy Yankee, he was singing the chorus to "lo que paso paso", which is a song I actually know. He was pronouncing it kinda funny so I told him the right way to say it and what it meant in English. I always have a great time dancing with him, but I always find myself wondering if he can tall I have no interest in him beyond his dance skills. I think it's mutual though, and that's cool in a way because we know we can just hang out, dance, make fun of the dance-psychos around us, and have no other reason in the world to have any contact with one another. Those other thoughts just pop up when I find myself in the middle of the dance floor grinning like an idiot, not because of who I'm with, but because of what I am doing and the awesome background music that doubles as the soundtrack of my life for a few hours.
This Friday night was different, I had a new dance partner who introduced himself as Glenn. He asked me to dance to some Pitbull song, so I said sure. What mildly pissed me off is that when the next song came on- a salsa track- his question was not did I wanna continue to dance, but "Can you dance salsa?" Um yeah, guy... I just come out to Latin Dance night all the time for the hell of watching other ppl. I've been told that I overreacted, but he didn't ask me if I knew how to shake my ass to Pitbull, so why is it when it's Elvis Crispo there's and issue? When I called him on it, he apologized and acknowledged that as a Black man, he would get the same stereotyping, and that not many Black people can salsa, but they probably don't hang out where that's the majority of what the crowd is doing. His skills were okay, not as fun as dancing with "that guy" cuz he doesn't really do spins as much, and seemed to enjoy dancing to reggaeton more (gee, wonder why), but it was nice to change it up for a while. I was having so much fun, I ended up staying out until 2am, and getting a blister on my foot from all of the dancing. Well worth it, I need to go out again soon!
On a more serious note, I got an interview for an internship with the Husbandry Department of our local aquarium. While it is one step closer to maybe finding a job, it's still annoying because their internships are unpaid. Since I have been volunteering there for over a year without getting paid it won't be much different, but a source of income in my field would be nice. This was also nice after finding out on Thursday that I have "poor Eustachian tube function", and could possibly never be cut out for SCUBA diving. SCUBA certification is pretty much mandatory for a Marine Biologist, and I have previously not been able to apply to quite a few cool jobs due to my lack of certification. At least I made it through my classes, but I still have to successfully complete my certification dives in the next 6 months, and I'm already missing the first one because I got an ear infection on the last day of my pool dives. Having to pay out of pocket to see a doctor on top of all of this is making this whole situation pretty bleak, but we'll see how it turns out. Hopefully I will be cleared for diving and this internship will lead to more experience as well as a possible job when it's over. Next, I have to get ready for the GRE so I can get into a good Marine Science grad program.
In totally unrelated news, I cut one of my old t-shirts into a uber adorable tank top and can't wait to take pictures of it. I think I will try out a new makeup look that will match it, then post pics of them both to the blog....
Hasta Luego....