Holiday Goals - progress report #2

Progress on goal No. 1:

"Cook food. Actual food, not just brownies and cookies and so on. I want to try making dumplings, at least, because it's been ages since I had any and they're supposed to be really easy."

I'm lazy, and my sister wrote it for me, so here. I made bentos! Whee!
So they're not dumplings, but this is much better. The first one, anyway, because the second one (with the onigiris) isn't as nice because I was sleepy and I was watching Numb3rs at the same time = bento quality decreased.

So goal No. 1, I believe, has been achieved.

Three things

...that I would like to say. Count 'em:

This week I went to Cuemanco and saw a funny animal, sort of a cross between a ferret and a fox, about 20cm long. It was a sort of reddish color, with black and white rings around its face and a tail, about 5 or 7 cm longs, with a puffy little white tip. It was also the MOST ADORABLE FURRY CREATURE I EVER SAW and I have absolutely no idea what it was.

My sister agreed to give me the most awesome cellphone charm ever in exchange for the two that I had- a Hello Kitty in a brown dress and high heels (awesomely detailed: she has roses in her hat and is holding a book with some kanji on it, has a little necklace and so on) and a Hello Kitty cross-dressing as an old man (don't ask- I don't know) for...

...Hello Kitty dressed as Edward Elric from Fullmetal Alchemist. When I first saw it, two thouhgts crossed my mind at lighting speed: the first was "WTF?" and it was instantly replaced by "Cute. Weird. Want. WANT."

Lastly, I would like to share something with you. I rarely (um, never) do things like this, but these guys deserve the honorable(ish?) mention. It's a piece of the lyrics of "I Think I Can" by The Pillows, a JRock band:

"in the black forest without
day or night
the brave chameleon was
glaring at the discarded
compass"

The Pillows are some awesome dudes who, as far as I am concerned, exist for the sole reason of making my bestest friend happy (ah, I owe her so much).

Translation by Animelyrics.com

Rocky, Maxie & Dave

There's a Rocky movie marathon on TV right now, so I sat down and watched a few minutes of the beginning of one of them. My first (and basically only) reaction was, does Rocky always talk like that? Like, he was giving a press conference and a reporter said something like,

"There are rumors that after the fight you had some medical complications. Is this true?"

And Rocky was all, "Com-pluh-cashunnns?"

And his wife or something had to step in and go, "No." Because he couldn't speak.

Look, she's my doggie. Isn't she cute? Wook at the widdle dogsie wogsie. Who's my widdle darling poochy?

(Photo courtesy of what Dave Barry calls the CrapCam)

Speaking of Dave Barry, I watched Big Trouble before I ever read it. So when I picked up the book and failed to make a relation between it and the movie, it was freaky because I kept on feeling that I already knew the story vaguely, except that I was absolutely sure I'd never read it before. And not only that, but I kept on getting very clear mental images of a bunch of the scenes. With very real-looking people.

Chinatown

In exactly one month we get to see what groups we'll be in next year at school. It got me thinking, what will I do if I end up with a bunch of people I hate? Not that I hate a lot of people, but there's easily 30 or so people that I don't want to see every day, whether I hate them or not.

Using the probability skills that I learned in primary school (I have a box with four red marbles, two green marbles and a yellow marble. What are the chances that it will rain today?), I'll end up with about two of those people. That's a way bigger chance that I'll end up with any of my friends.

Aaaargh. I'll just have to wait and see. Dammit, why does it take so long to sort us?

On another note, today I went to Mexico City's kind-of-sad version of Chinatown. It's one measly street with about 10 stores and 10 restaurants (NOTE: If you were thinking of going there, by all means, do! It smells lovely and you can buy Japanese, Chinese and Korean candy due to the fact that the Mexican concept of "Chinese person" is "squinty-eyed", and therefore our Chinatown isn't actually Chinese. And I only saw like 2 Asians running shops).

I bought strawberry-flavoured gummies and ate them in a nearby park while 3 people came up and asked for money, tried to sell us flowers, chocolates and so on.

Daddy

This is my Daddy. (it's in Spanish.)

I guess he found it Googling himself, unless a student forwarded it to him or something.

Personal(ish) message to Daddy: Next year I'm going to do it SO MUCH better.

Drafts

Often I'll sit down and start writing a post, only to never finish it or decide I don't like it... or, in the majority of cases, get distracted and leave it hanging mid-sentence so that by the time I get back to it I can't remember what it was that I had planned(ish) to write. Actually, about one-tenth of the things on my post-list page thing are drafts. Huh.


Thus, for your enjoyment, I have dug up a few old posts that never actually made it and sat around labeled as drafts.

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From January 11th:


Oh, this sucks. I'm back in school, and I've only had one decent night's sleep (well, almost decent. I didn't actually get eight hours, it was more like six and a half, plus a half-hour nap on a couch in a moment of weakness).

Anyway. This year I thought instead of making resolutions, I would make predictions. That way, I won't feel guilty when I don't accomplish anything.

Predictions for 2008

1. I will keep on being a freak-magnet (out of four guys I've accidentally attracted this school year- that I know of, anyway-, three of them were twits. It's not that much numerically, but think of it this way: that's 75%)

2. I'll teach my friends to play Mancala.

3. I will grow 5 cm, it's now or never. I WILL GROW.

4. Oh yeah you're pretty good looking... for a girl, my future's wide open. But this feeling's still gonna linger on until I know everything I need to know now! *dances on the inside*


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What I can say about those predictions, so far, is:


1. True, true, true, TRUE! School year now officially over, the final results were 10 guys total, out of which:
-80% were, uh, not welcome
-30% were stalkers (one especially gets an honorable mention for being a pest)
-20% were successful

2. Failed, so far

3. Up till now, I've achieved 0.5cm. Only 4.5 to go!

4. That's a piece of a White Stripes song I was no doubt listening to at the time and that I am listening to again, right now (Yeah, you're pretty good looking, for a girl, but your back is so broken. And this feeling's still gonna linger on, until the year 2525 now...!)


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From December 27th, 2007:


I was just looking through some suitcases my Dad left on his bed and I found some really yummy Japanese chewing gum. It's like, lemon-mint or something. Mmm.

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Man, that was good gum.

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UPDATE: I was sitting here, passing the time with my good old iMac and a great big jar of Nutella when my Dad popped by and was like,

"I was reading your blog."

"Hn."

"... 10 guys!"

"... hn."

"But one of them seems to be keeping you very busy!"

"Hn."

"Is he nice to you?"

"Uh, yeah?"

"Good, good." And he ruffled my hair.

Because obviously the rest of the post doesn't matter AT ALL, and actually neither does the blog for that matter. Nor, you know, the fact that I went through his suitcases.

Which is not that bad.

Actually I think it was more like my Mom was reading the blog to him, because I distinctly heard "Pancakes, not pancakes. Oh, no, it's 'pancakes', not pancakes. Heh! Did you hear that? Jorge? Pancakes!"

Damn, a mosquito bit me. Byotch... oh, there it is! ...

... mosquito-byotch has been terminated (that, or it made one hell of a fast getaway and is now living in Texas under a false name)

Holiday goals - progress report #1

Progress on goal No. 1:

"Cook food. Actual food, not just brownies and cookies and so on. I want to try making dumplings, at least, because it's been ages since I had any and they're supposed to be really easy."


Yesterday I made pancakes! Which is not baking because they're made on a stove, yay!!!
Although maybe I should say "pancakes" instead of pancakes. Because...


...it's not really what you'd call a pancake, under normal circumstances. Even though they tasted ok.

I don't get it, though... last time I made them, they were pretty, even, golden, round and delicious...

Oh, well. Next I'm gonna try dumplings!