Livin' la vida (not) loca

Three weeks of holidays. Seems reasonable,doesn't it?

After dreary months of slaving away, getting up every single miserable day reeeeeal early because I have to get to school by seven (and on Thursdays, it's 6:50, because there's Physics and our teacher rules by her own watch; you'd be foolish to knock on the door to see if she lets you in after class has started. If you're lucky, she'll ignore you. Where was I? Oh, yes, have to be at school by seven) because of course I couldn't get a nice, reasonable timetable, with one or two days where I get in at nine, or an easy-going Monday at the very least. Oh no, I get an early start, with all the boring/creepy classes first and then hard classes, at the very end of the day I (sometimes) get the classes I enjoy, i.e., French, except by then I'm too tired and bored to make much of an effort.

So, three weeks of holidays sounds like a nice prospect, thinks I.

I went to the movies, went out with my friends, went to an anime convention, watched a lot of aninme, read some books, did the whole Christmas thing, watched a lot of Corner Gas, and then -finally-, today I was so bored I actually did some homework. :gasp:

Well, another Dec. 25th has gone by...

...and all I got was a duct tape wallet and a doll stuffed with plastic bags (both from my loving sister, Isabel. If you're reading this, thanks! That teddy (or... doll... um, that thing) is just adorable).

And an iPod.

Teehee.

BREAKING NEWS

Two days before Christmas: shopping malls are stuffed, roads are stuffed, toy shops are stuffed with lazy parents, parking lots are stuffed, turkeys are stuffed- in short, the population appears to have spontaneously duplicated and then proceeded to crawl out of their hidey-holes and plug up the city, compulsively buying, buying, buying!
They are expected to go back to where they came from tomorrow, and then spontaneously combust on the 25th. Look forward to fireworks.

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Nothing specific

Yesterday I was in Physics class, when, suddenly, I felt a sneeze coming on.
Now, the ideal thing to do in this situation is to sneeze, which is why I did what I did (which was to sneeze). However... well, it was just one of those little moments in life (am I too young to say that?)

It went sort of like this:

Me: ... Achoo!!
*begin to remove hand from face*
Me: Uh-oh.
*look around shiftily, then slowly start to reach for my knapsack with my free hand*
Friend who was sitting next to me: Here.
*tosses me a Kleenex which she appears to have produced out of nowhere*

See? My friend and I are really in sync! Now tell me you don't envy me.


I really need a shower... and I mean, I really need a shower. I'm still wearing yesterday's T-shirt ("Proud Canadian! la fête du -CANADA- day"). And I think maybe I'm beginning to smell, ah, unclean.

Perhaps I should not be telling you this? Ahh, whatever. It's not like I've seen anyone today (and my family? Bah, they counteth not), let alone left my house. Seriously, I haven't even wandered out onto the porch to pat the doggie.


Holidays are starting, yay! Yesterday I had only one measly class (remember? Physics) and just hung around until some woman shooed us away while we loitered around being lazy: "Please leave, we're closing the school".
And then today, no school. Tomorrow, nobody's going to bother giving classes, and on Friday- the last official day- we're supposedly only going to have Geography, which is laughable, because the Geography guy (I can't call him "teacher", because that would imply that he teaches us stuff) is hands-down the laziest person I know, including myself.

So tomorrow I'm just going to school -as in, the building- to hang out with mes amis (aren't I sophisticated), and then possibly buy some shoes. I am not a freaky shoe addict, but I need a new pair because my four shoes -yes, two pairs- are no longer up to scratch.

The first pair are my black Converse, which I wore pretty much every day for about a year and a half, and are, thus, more brown than black (except the white rubber bit, which is gray), plus I scribbled on them and they're developing holes. The scribbles I like; the right shoe has a thick, black Sharpie arrow pointing ahead, and underneath it says "Adelante!" (literally it means ahead, but it's interpreted as keep going), but since the shoe is falling apart, it can't be spared even when it's so cute <3

The other pair is my presentable pair, worn to places where you're supposed to dress up, whenever I'm feeling sissy, or on days when the black/brown ones look too miserable and worn to face the day. I've been wearing them more and more lately. They're the Converse that are clean-ish with funky little designs that make me think of a blue rain forest.

And they're both high-tops.


Hey! My neighbors are finally playing some decent music: Nirvana, and now The Beatles. Thank goodness.

Now, about that shower...

I've been at school for nine hours... Aaaahh!!!

Meh, I'm blogging this from school, because... I'm at school...?

I'm supposed to be doing my computation homework, but I've been in the computer lab for three hours, my brain turning to mush over programming. And it's not even real programming, it's a program for people to learn programming (no, it's not ironic. It's stupid).
You have to make a little blue arrow called Karel do stuff, including -but not limited to- spinning around a square, getting out of a labyrinth, and various other life skills which are likely to get you out of a pinch ("OMG! The ship's on fire and all the crew are dead! Who can make Karel go clockwise round a figure that is any size and any shape, leaving a beeper [a little dot] at every corner??? Karel begins, facing any direction, at the bottom-left corner of the figure!! Hurry!!").

So anyway, I'm taking a break, because I deserve it. Really! I'm the only one of my friends (I don't care/know about the rest of the people here) who's been able to finish a program that actually works for any figure. That's right, congratulate me.

Aah... I'm bored... and I'm not supposed to be using the computer for personal stuff, but I'm sure an exception can be made for my mental health, because if I go at this any longer I may go insane. Surely it's okay?

I'm still bored, though.

Thank the Friday God it's Friday.
My least favourite day is Wednesday, because I get in at seven and out at two, plus I don't have any free periods (actually, I do have one, but it doesn't count because I usually spend it doing homework for other stuff) and I have really boring classes, one of which is Orientación Educativa (I don't know what that class is called in English). All we do is sit around and, as my friend just paraphrased nicely, "Uh... nothing. Oh, wait, read the textbook". Said book talks (writes? reads?) about adolescence, and drugs, and how to know what we want to study, a bit of history of the UNAM, and other tidbits that we already know.

And after these boring (boringboringboring) classes, I have to lug my tired body all the way upstairs (stairs!) to go to sculpture, which was actually a really bad choice of class for me to make, because I've discovered that I really suck at sculpting. For example, last week I made a butterfly out of plasticine, and my own mother thought it was a pelvis.

La Física o el blog? hmmm...

Bien, ahora escribo en español porque me da flojera hacer la tarea de Física ( ya casi la acabo, pero mi motivación para terminarla se agotó, así que tomaré un breve descanso) y de todos modos, tenía intenciones desde hace tiempo por escribir en este bello idioma que los españoles vinieron a imponerles a los indios hace años junto con tantas otras cosas, como los teléfonos celulares y la revolucionaria idea de ponerle azúcar al chocolate para que además de antioxidantes, aportara calorías y carbohidratos.

Y ahora les hablaré de mi maestra de Física. :D

Antes que nada, déjenme decirles que esta maestra de hecho no me cae mal, es sólo que tiene un carácter muy (¡muy!) fuerte y por eso es un excelente tema de conversación.
Ah, ¿cómo comienza uno a describir a tan complicada persona como ella? Claro, se comienza por el nombre. Rosalina. Después se siguen por los apodos; el más cortés y respetuoso viene siendo "la vieja loca", como ella misma nos lo ha dicho incontables veces (o sea, tres).
Uno de los hábitos de Rosalina es, después de entregarnos nuestras tareas recién calificadas, repetir las "porquerías" y "estupideces" que los pobres alumnos escribieron (no pongo las comillas en "porquerías" y "estupideces" porque no lo sean -lo son-, sino porque son citas textuales). Nos pone en evidencia.
Por ejemplo, más o menos cada dos semanas nos deja un artículo de alguna revista de divulgación científica, y nosotros tenemos que leerlo, subrayar lo más importante, redactar una síntesis, escribir las tres ideas centrales, y concluir con nuestra opinión.
Lo más difícil de todo esto son las ideas centrales. Si tienes suerte, le atinas a dos. Regularmente, los mortales (léase: los no-matados) sólo le atinan a una. Tener todas mal también puede pasar, pero esto con menos frecuencia, y generalmente indica o que la desvelada te afectó o que de plano estás bien yo-no-escribo-groserías-aquí-pero-empieza-con-pe.

Ahora que eso queda explicado, pondré algunos ejemplos recientes (las citas son aproximadas, pero no exageradas)

"...Y la señorita [ah, porque eso sí, todos somos señoritas y señores] *inserte apellido aquí* no le atinó a ninguna de las ideas, pero me puso en la opinión personal que el texto es maravilloso, que está muy interesante, que esto y que lo otro, y que a la primera leída sacó todas las ideas principales. Yo le anoté ahí, 'Ah, ¿y por qué no las pusiste?' "

"El señor *apellido* me entregó una página y media de síntesis, cuando yo sólo les pedí quince a veinte renglones!!! ¡Yo no sé qué habrá inventado, pero ni si quiera el artículo es tan largo! Yo pedí una síntesis, no la porquería y media que me puso..."

...vaya, pude haber acabado mi tarea hace dos horas si no fuera por mi inmensa falta de autocontrol (por no mecionar el hecho de que la tarea que tengo que hacer es increíblemente aburrida. Increíblemente, ¿entienden? Significa que no lo creerían; no creerían lo increíblemente aburrida que es la tarea que tengo que hacer, y por lo tanto tampoco yo lo puedo creer, porque ustedes son todo el mundo, y yo formo parte del mundo, así que yo soy ustedes y por lo tanto yo no soy yo).

Necesito dormir. Dormir, y una clase de lógica ...Y quizá un café y una dona. Claro, un masaje no me vendría nada mal, ¿saben? Nada mal. Y uno siempre puede usar un poco más de dinero...

First of all, a quick apology to myself and whoever else might read this blog (i.e., my imaginary friend, Bright Pink Gecko Lizard Whose Name Is Fabio) for not writing for ages -except for that stupid post about Momo-kun: The Freak Cat- but I really haven't had much to write about.
Well, I have, but not anything I'd like to share with you people. Heh.

Let's see...
According to everybody except the calendar ("everybody" being commercials on TV and mall decorations of creepy Santa-shaped robots that do creepy Santa-shaped robot things), Christmas is just around the corner- only a few dozen days left! This means I should go and buy Christmas presents for other people and possibly-well-actually-probably myself before the rest of the mindless sheep that inhabit this (ugly) city figure that, hey! That ad on TV- my bestest buddy- says that if I buy a lot of stuff, maybe it will turn out that Santa didn't really drown in that melting iceberg after all. And of course, if TV says something, it must be true and thus obeyed swiftly and with joy. Where was I? Oh, yeah, before the flocks of sheep flood the shopping malls.

Huh. I started this about four hours ago, got bored, and watched Naruto instead. Might as well post it, anyway.

Other things I did in those four hours:
- Made instant soup
- ate instant soup
- ate an english muffin
- gave a friend a piece of my homework (not literally)
- scratched my back

Okay, I'm going to watch more Naruto.