Shoes (my, how original)

This morning we were all having breakfast together (a rare family moment: my sisters, my cousin and my mom... oh, wait, my dad wasn't there. Well, close enough to a rare family moment) and my mom said she wanted me to get some "elegant shoes".
And I was all, "I still have those you got me for the wedding, remember? They still fit" (BTW, those are two years old now. Huh.)

Except my mom said that those are white so they wouldn't go with a lot of dresses or something. Which is kind of weird, 'cause I though white was supposed to be one of those magical colors that goes with everything? And then I remembered, oh, no, those shoes are bone coloured. Which apparently isn't the same thing.

I don't know what's gotten into her lately... a few months ago she made me buy some "presentable shoes" because all I had was two pairs of Converse and the aforementioned not-white pair. I pointed out that one of my pairs of Converse is fancy, but she said they didn't count. So I went out and got some shoes.

And on Sunday I was out with my dad and we looked at fancy shoes, and it turns out he knows a LOT about shoes. He told me stuff about the accents on them, and the material they were made out of and styles and stuff like that. Which kind of creeped me out but at the same time was very cool, because my dad isn't the sort of man you'd look at and think "Hmm, fashion diva!". Not that he doesn't dress well or anything, it's just, you know. Weird.

Actually, I keep on finding out stuff about my dad that I never knew before. Like, he can make avocado cheesecake. How awesome is that?

Anyway, we didn't end up buying an shoes, so my collection remains as following, badly photographed with the assistance only of a friendly mirror:

Normal shoes

Fancy normal shoes

Presentable shoes

Unnecessary shoes

Tuti

For several months, there's been a cute doggy living in the area around school, generally in the biggish empty lot where there's an electric tower thing, a lot of grass, and sometimes a drunk. Every now and then the dog would go into my school, where he was taught a few tricks- well, just to sit for food. But he was really good at it. Everybody really likes him, and when it started getting cold someone put a pink T-shirt on him. It fell off or something about a week after, but that's not the point. He hasn't gone into school for a while, though.

I called him Tuti, and he has a friend called Chuchi, who is the same color as Tutti but a bit bigger and ever so slightly poofier.

Today I was walking through the empty lot on my way to the bus stop, and saw his friend Chuchi lying on the grass. I went over to say hello and saw that Tutti was napping next to Chuchi... except he looked kind of wrong, not chasing away the flies crawling on his muzzle, and he didn't seem to be breathing...

I stayed with him a little while, and when I turned to leave Chuchi looked up at me all sad.

My friends were waiting fro me at the bus stop, and as I walked towards them they were talking and laughing, and they all looked so happy... I seriously didn't want to, but I started crying.

This video is from August. He'd found a peach from one of the trees in school and we were playing with it. Please ignore the embarrassing narration provided by myself.

Free time!

Tomorrow is going to be an awesome day, thanks to the wonderful coincidence that two of my teachers are skipping (going to conferences or something), so I only have classes from 9:30 'till 12:00.

I mean, I have a Health class at 7:00, but the teacher will rarely show up on time, and lately she hasn't shown up at all when we have early classes. Plus it's not like I'll miss out on something. I have friends with different teachers who know, like, the names of all the bones in the human body, whereas our teacher (nicknamed "Auntie Wigs" because of her hairstyle) is telling us useless anecdotes about marriage.

Maybe I'll make cookies in my free time!

My Health Ed teacher's hair is sort of like this, except it completely straight and black, and isn't shiny- and soft-looking. And it looks like a cheap wig.

Stupid stupid stupid.

I like History class, but I hate History homework.

And I love "Holy Thunderforce" (!So we'll fight against the wind for the glory of our king, to defeat the evil eeeeeeenemies!)

Seriously. I'll pay you all my money (er, $40 MXN- enough for 80 pieces of chewing gum...) if you tell me why Mexico started out so shakily when it became an independent country, what with the suckish economy, bad administration, dead workforce, social divisions, and the US clawing at Texas and California every chance they got (I've always wondered what they teach students in America about the adquisition of Texas. Probably that the texans came whining to them for help, with no mention of the bit where the then-mexican president was tricked into signing a document where he gave away about half his country, although popular history wrongly says that he sold it and we just never got paid).

Anyway.

I haven't done anything for about two hours, I guess I'd better get to it.

Dead! Ees dead!

On Thursday it was the Día de Muertos festival thing at my school. My class set up a Greek-themed ofrenda, all part of a huge bribe on my Etymology teacher (but mostly her husband, the Math teacher, who I don't hate anymore).

These are Dionysus, Afrodite and Hades. Dionysus is the god of wine and orgies (erm, one leads to the other, I guess, with those rascally ancient greeks!). I suggested that instead of dressing that guy up, we just set up the ofrenda and then get drunk on wine and have an orgy while keeping inside the alloted space, but nobody listened to me. Spoilsports. ... :'(

Oh, yeah, somebody set up an ofrenda for Kurt Cobain. See that? It's made out of beans and rice.

I spent all day selling water and pop at hilariously high prices to thirsty people who bought them anyway. I guess the sort of people who buy pop aren't the same people that would bother walking a mere few metres outside to buy about three times as much for the same price. The money all went to the Europe group (that's what it's called, 'kay? It's the group of people who are taking extra language courses, attending workshops and learning to travel in a group so we can go to Europe in the summer). Eurodisney, here we come.

Anyhoodle, I keep on meaning to write but I seriously am swamped in homework, unlike some of my lucky friends who have lazy teachers and never have to do so much as lift a finger to get great marks.

Mmmh, I wish I were still in pre-school

I hate my Chemistry teacher. And I resent my Literature teacher.

And I still want to stab my Math teacher with a fork, but a bit less now.

But more than that, I want to curl up in bed wearing the purple sweater with the furry bear on the front that I had when I was four or so, next to Ricky the Raccoon and listen to the recording of my mom reading "Mischievous Meg" by Astrid Lindgren. Especially the chapter where she wants to fly with an umbrella but instead jumps off the roof and has a concussion.

Now THAT is way better than pretty much anything else in the whole world.

Oh god. I just felt a very stong surge of nostalgia for my old room in Canada (my sisters had to share, but I had my own! Hahahahahaha!). And Polie, my polar bear... hm, he must be somewhere around here.

Okay, I'm going to go look for Polie. Over & out.

EDIT: Look! I found Polie!

I'm not the only one, though

...who hasn't been posting. I'm sorry I've had exams.

I hate exams. Deeply. Which is why I'm sorry I had them. Yes, that's right. The lack of a comma in the previous paragraph WAS NO TYPO, people!

But! Zee eexams arr no more, and I'm going to the TNT (anime convention thingamajig) tomorrow. And it's the last day, so everything will be ubercheap (or at least cheaper than usual).

Oh, yeah, it was my birthday! ...er, 12 days ago. Which must show you how busy I was, not studying and all, that I didn't even have time to write a self-congratulatory post like I'd normally do.

I got a lot of chocolate, which I oddly didn't feel like eating (until it was all gone, that is) so I gave most of it to my metalhead sister and her metalhead friends. Now I keep looking at the (lovely) box and thinking of hanging it up on my wall so I can remember them every day... those chocolates I never ate. The box itself is really pretty, it has a cool picture of Champs Elysées on it in goldish stuff.

Above: metalhead sister who ate my chocolate (because I'm too lazy to take a photo of the chocolate box... oh, wait, I found one on the 'net, from lindt.com of the innards)

I only got a few of those, but DAMN WERE THEY GOOD!