Material lust

You know, the Internet is probably not good for me. It seems that in the last few months I've just been surfing around and finding cool stuff for sale that I don't need, making a huge list in my head of Stuff That I Should Buy When I Have Money.

• This Godzilla Dress, because it's cute and has everybody's favorite supermassive reptile on it. Also it's good quality (it would have to be, 'cause it's freaking expensive).
• This Pac-Man hoodie. Because I only have one hoodie and I've basically been living in it ever since I got it. And while I do love my Domo-kun hoodie, I think it's getting lonely and could use a friend.
• A Viking hat and fur cape. For epic movie marathons.

Hm. Now that I think about it, most of the stuff I want is clothes. Or shoes... Geez, I'm such a girl.

Also there's stuff like notebooks, mugs... a lot of stuff from Etsy.

Live long and prosper. Over & out!

I'm just a poor boy, noooobody loves me!

So I passed all my courses and am officially done with school until August. However, I'm a wonderful person so I'm helping a teacher with a Math course for people who didn't pass Math and are writing the Examen Extraordinario (Google tells me this doesn't exist in English-speaking countries, but the gist of it is that at my school you write two finals: if you don't pass them, you write another two tests, which are the Extraordinarios. Yes, you get a lot of chances)

In this course, I'm the one who goes around and helps the students solve stuff they don't get. Also I fetch photocopies. I should actually be helping fourth graders learn to do easy stuff like factorizing (actually, I never learned to do that properly, I just figure it out every time I need to do it. But shhhh) but there was only one student helping in grade five, so I'm doing that instead. It's a lot harder, especially since the other guy that was supposed to be helping came, like, three times and then disappeared.


Also, on OTHER NEWS!!!

I have a confession to make.

I'm actually a man. (jk!)

I'd been wanting a Queen CD for maybe a month or so but couldn't gather the courage to buy it. I mean, I don't love Queen or anything, but they have some really good songs (case in point, Killer Queen. Also Don't Stop Me Now, among others). And buying a Queen CD is nothing at all to be embarrassed about, right?

So, rewind to three weeks ago. I want this to be quick and painless, so I wander over to Amazon and peruse** the selection of Queen albums available, and eventually settle on one of many compilations of their greatest hits. I then go to the Mixup Music Store website and discover, to my delight, discounts on most Queen CDs, and that they have in stock the one I've chosen.


(Enter the result of reading a buttload of plays for my Literature final exam)

(The next day. Setting: "Mixup" store, inside mall)

Enter ANDREA, stage right. Acting somewhat nervous. Reaches English Pop section, stands for a few seconds. Slouching, turns toward Metal shelf, which is situated opposite aforementioned English Pop display. Sighs loudly.

ANDREA: Oh, woe is me! So much preparation for this moment are to be in vain if my heart gathers no courage! For I am too cowardly to fulfill my purpose here, too cowardly indeed! Hark, what be here? Is it possible this be a trick? No, my eyes deceive me not! Behold! For this I wield in my unworthy hands is none other than the most recent–as of late– album by the good men of Rhapsody (of Fire)! And what is this? Could it be? Indeed, the money asked for this precious object is unusually low! Strange, I deem this, as is it not that items such as these are imported from the distant lands of the States up North United? I now know what I must do. It is necessary that I acquire this relic while the opportunity is present, for times like these are few and far apart in the life of one such as I. Yes, I approach the checkout now. Nothing will come between this album and I, as the death of any misfortunate scoundrel who attempts to pry my treasure from me will attest!

(End crappy attempt of reproducing an excerpt from a really old play about slaying people)


So Instead I got a lovely, cheap copy of Triumph or Agony. Why did I do that? I mean, what I ended up getting was a great buy, but why couldn't I stand 30 seconds in the Pop section without turning into an embarrassed pile of Jell-O? It's not like I'm a big metalhead or hardcore Goth or anything. I like pop! I mean, not most pop. But some pop. Sometimes.

So that was stupid. But! The situation has been dealt with.

Today I finally plucked up enough guts to buy a Queen CD! Actually, I didn't buy it. I stood next to my sister while she compared prices and track lists for me, and then went over to the checkout and payed for it with the money I handed her. So although I didn't technically buy it myself, I was present during the whole operation and was an integral part of it. Right? Right???

I paid the price (literally) for not buying the one I wanted when I had the chance, though. The album I'd chosen before wasn't there anymore, but we got another one that's pretty good. Two drawbacks, though: it doesn't have Bohemian Rhapsody on it, and it cost more than the others because it was an import. Ah, well. I'm still enjoying it right now. Also, I. love. my. sister.

** "to peruse" actually means to examine in detail, and not "to skim", as most people think. Hah, stupid people.