Tuesday's photo (devil horns!)

Not much happened today (went to school, hung out a bit, ate a burrito, came home). In Physics class someone brought a model of a hand that could extend its fingers via pressure from some syringes attached to a board and each finger.

Obviously everyone was having fun extending only the model's middle finger and then laughing like baboons, but I nabbed it and make it do the sign of the horns long enough to take a photo. I took it with my cell phone, so its crappy.

Featuring also my classmate's face. Hi, Alf!

Something that annoys me sooo much is when people start talking about the sign of the horns and assure you that it has an evil, satanic meaning, when they in fact have no effing clue where it came from or what it means. I remember once one of my teachers started getting side-tracked during a lesson, and it turned into one of those class-discussions, and she** said:

"But that all has a meaning, you know! And the people that do it just think it looks cool, but they don't know--"

SHUT UP. You don't know! The original meaning ("original" as in when it was introduced to heavy metal; obviously it was around before in different times and places, and had a variety of meanings) wasn't Hail Satan!, or F*ck you! or anything. It was something one of the dudes from Black Sabbath saw his granny do, and thought it looked cool***. So he did it while he played.

That is all.

It's nothing evil, and even if it had been originally (again, metal-wise), it wouldn't matter anymore. Meanings change, in language both spoken and sign, and in the present, musical contest, it means:

"AYE! ME LIKES THE MUSICS! I FEELS ITS!"

I mean, it could totally mean something else in other places, maybe convey something rude. I have no idea. Maybe in Elbonia they use it as an easy way to describe what you enjoy doing to someone's mother****, but, you know, that doesn't apply here.

Elbonians are weird, anyway.

Here's my burrito:

This isn't actually from today, but it's just like the one I ate.
It cost a whooping 20 pesos.

It's not a flattering photo, and you can't really tell from this, but that thing was HUGE AND DELICIOUS. I love burritos.

**I don't remember who it was, but I'm pretty sure it was a woman.
***The granny did it to ward off ill intentions from other people. Not even Satan, just regular peeps. Like the next-door neighbor or something.
****I enjoy chatting with mine, for instance. \m/

Monday's photo (ears!)

You must recall this because I know you remember every word I write (har har**), but for you slowpokes here it goes again: yesterday I promised*** that I'd post a picture every day this week. So here's today's:

Still quite puffy and reddish.

Today I got my earlobes stretched. I actually got them re-pierced first, 'cause the dude I talked to said it was better if I did (he seemed a veteran in ear expansions, judging by his own, which were about 10 or 12cm in diameter). Apparently the holes from my previous piercings might stretch wrong because they were a bit low, so if I eventually got a bigger gauge the tissue could be too thin.

Anyways. It's an itty bitty gauge, but in about two months it'll have healed up and I can go bigger. Which I will, but perhaps not immediately, 'cause I bought some jewelry spiral-thingies that are cute, but I can't wear them until I can take these plugs out (duh). Not terribly expensive, but since I could have gotten some T-shirts or something instead, I'll wear them so I don't feel my money's going to waste, ha.

The odd thing about this camera is it's very hard to look ugly in the photos it takes, especially when my sister is the one taking them. Although it helps that you can't actually see my face, lol.

** I love the way "har" sounds, if you pronounce the RRRR! If a pirate were to laugh, he'd say "harrr!".

***No, I didn't actually promise. Promises are for losers. Harrrrr!

Balance

This blog is terribly unbalanced. There's a bunch of loooong, boooring posts and then lots of really short ones with a photo as crappy compensation.

Now, to remedy this I could (and because I love making lists, here's one for you... or for me, rather):

a) Write medium-length, interesting posts.
b) Write interesting, long posts with photos
c) Do whatever, nobody cares
d) Oh, I could write more personal stuff here. That might be interesting

Now, upon analysis of this list, I can conclude the following: a) is too much work. Oh the agony of typing. b)... doesn't actually help. c) is very true. Might go with that. d) is also true, but then you're not supposed to, right? I mean, someone I hate could throw it in my face (or rather, someone who hates me).

So I thought, hey!! I can take the easy way out, and post a picture of every day of my last week of high school. That is, take a photo next Monday, Tuesday, (...), Friday. And post those with a minimal explanation. That might be okay for the time being.

And for now, I'll post something personal. My innermost thoughts and emotions, things I would never want anyone to know, things I would say to only my pillow at night! You know, to switch it up a bit from the usual "Blaaa, I have homework, blaaaa, hissy fit hissy fit hissy". I love the word "hissy".

Anyway, innermost thoughts and emotions. Inner...most... thoughts...

I kinda have to pee.

No! Thoughts! Emotions!

Um, I hope that when I start uni (in about four months, yay) I meet a really cute and hot metalhead that's fun/ny and nice and single. Because then I can nab him. I mean, there's always the possibility that I meet some dude and get a crush on him and so on, but he doesn't like me back. But that's never happened to me before, and hopefully never will.

Oh, wait, did I just jinx myself? Knock on wood! And... throw salt over shoulder! And... break mirror, kill black cat, I don't know what else you're supposed to do.

But anyway, since there's nothing inner-moster (heh, "moster") than talking about relationships, and how you're sooo lonely, etc etc, I can do that.

Actually, I'm not lonely. I'm pretty happy I'm single. In the last few months, come to think about it, I've turned down two people. Three if you count... well, anyways, I'm happy being single. Why get tied down when you can just make out with your friends?

I mean, unless it was a hot metalhead. Then, yeah, tie down tie down TIE DOWN. Just in case.

You know what, this is pretty boring. Personal thoughts and emotions don't seem to be very interesting to me. Not my own, at any rate.

So here's a photo for you.

From when I went to Paris in December. I also pretended to be a hunchback in front of Notre Dame. You know, in case you're interested.

Hey, the sunrise makes it so the sky is coloured like the French flag. Cool!

Metalocalypse, dressed up.

I feel like I haven't slept in ages. My eyes hurt. I feel heavy. I just want to curl up in my bed and drift off. But I'm not going to.

Instead, I'm going to watch the second season of Metalocalypse, which arrived yesteday in the mail. WHEE!

Also, last night was my graduation party. 'Twas very fun, and nearly everyone at school in my grade was ambling around all puffy-eyed and tired. The ones that showed up were, anyway.

Lots of people seemed surprised that I looked dainty. I mean, I always do! What's classier than what I'm wearing right now (a baggy grey "TIE Fighter Squadron" shirt)? Definitely not this skirt. Pfft.
I do love those shoes, though. I mean, really love.