Discovery of the day

Hermit crabs like honeydew melon.

Or perhaps I should feed them more often.

Anyway, today I went over to the crabby-tank to give the little decapods (deca...paw-feet-claws?) some fresh water. Someone was sitting in the food dish, and it made me realize that I haven't actually given them fresh food for a while, about two weeks. I don't need to do it that often, because a) they eat their coconut substrate, and b) in the wild, they eat rotting fruit that falls from trees, so as long as the food stays in the dish and doesn't get mouldy or something, I let them keep it.

But anyway, this afternoon we'd bought 2 kilos of mangoes and 2 honeydew melons for the grand sum of 4o pesos**, so I soared to the kitchen, fast as a speeding bullet, and hacked up some melon to put in the crabs' food dish. Then I went and got them a little piece of mango –variety is important– and came back to find two crabs already gorging themselves on the melon. Which was very quick of them.


**With 40 pesos you can buy any of the following:

1. Four ice cream sandwiches

2. Not quite two toothbrushes

3. Twenty pens

4. Four (kinda small) hermit crabs

5. Five glasses of orange juice (or enough oranges to make more than that)

6. Five mililtres of chocolate praline fragrance from Sephora

7. One fifth of a hamburger-shaped pillow that I really want

8. Six point six six six six six six cans of diet Dr Pepper from OXXO

9. One fifteenth of my shoes (some lovely Converse)

10. NOT MY DOG BECAUSE SHE DIDN'T COST ANYTHING, HAHAHAHAHAHA!!!

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.

So, Calculus actually works.

Tip: Scroll down, I drew a pretty picture.

For my Physics exam soon we're going to have to draw a little pictographical representation of a triangle being reflected off of a concave mirror, and draw in the image. But to do this, we have to draw tangent lines. Tangent to a curve, the curve representing the concave mirror. Nobody could do it right, because the stupid tangent lines are hard to do and you can't really tell when they're crooked, and even a slight shift from their proper position messes up the result.

Everybody is pretty worried about the exam, and the homework we have to hand in. But I've just had a stroke of brilliance. I won't use the crappy tangent-line-drawing method our Physics teacher offered, which is to measure out a millimeter from the point where we want the line to touch the graph to either side of the graph. That sucks, it's super imprecise.

I'll use Calculus instead.

Tape a cuadriculated sheet of paper to the back of my exam (have to use blank sheets), find the slope, draw the line, easy-peasy. I can't believe I'm the only one that's figured this out. I mean, HELLO. WE SPENT MONTHS DOING THIS IN MATH CLASS. The fact that nobody understood what was going on and just blindly filled in numbers and solved equations is no excuse.

HA! I'm not sure if I should keep tell my friends and classmates about this or pretend that I just had a stroke of genius while actually writing the exam. I know it's selfish of me, but I want to keep this to myself.

Because I love you all so much, I spent twenty minutes drawing this in Skitch.

Distractions while doing homework

Only the very first bit of this is in Spanish. I decided to type everything I thought while I did my homework. This prevented me from doing my homework, though.


Papel del hombre & de la mujer en Las Paredes Oyen

Diferencias entree Don Juan y Doña Ana:

D.Juan es feo & pobre, Doña Ana está toda buenota y bonita y ps no es pobre

Don Juan tiene baja autoestima, parece q nadie lo quiere, pero Doña Ana ya era casada (ahora viuda) y tiene pretendiente (Don Mendo)

Don Juan idealiza a Doña Ana, la defiende, la admira al tiempo que se desprecia a sí mismo. Sin embargo

FOR THE KING, FOR THE LAND, FOR THE MOUNTAINS, FOR THE GREEN VALLEYS WHERE DRAGONS FLYYYY.... FOR THE GLORY, THE POWER TO WIN! THE DARK LORD, I WILL SEARCH FOR THE EMERALD SWOOOOORD!!!!

Hmm, I want a laptop. The one I'm working on now seems pretty good. Dad said he'd get me one when I got into University.

Gosh, University!! That's going to be so soon. In a few months I'll be a Biologist-in-training! Let's see, that will be in August, so that's only... five months. No way, that's not enough time to... well, get used to the idea. Or is it?? Aaaagh!!

Oh, my song's over. Hm. I'll listen to it one more time and then put on something different. Oh, wait, I haven't heard this song before. Hmm, let's see. *click* Oh, I see, It's "Erians Mystical Rhymes" with a different title. Good song, though. I hope Rhapsody comes here when they tour for their new album. Actually, I hope the new album's better than the last one. Not that it was bad, not by a long shot, but there's some room for improvement there.

Hm, speaking of metal, I wonder what Caesar the Conqueror has planned for Wednesday. He said we should meet up and do something, but we started playing Tetris Attack before deciding what. And he beat me, bloody dude. I must practice Tetris Attack. What was I saying? Oh, yeah, I wonder what we'll do. Continuation of the Zombie Movie Marathon? Over time that's kinda degraded into "Horror Movie Marathon" and then "Let's all three do something and then probably watch a movie with guts in it". Oh, I wonder if he'll bring his girlfriend this time. Then they'll be four of us, that should be fun. When did Caesar, Junior and I start hanging out? We went for pizza one time, and it was just the three of us because their other friends didn't show, and I was only there because they invited me on a whim and they needed more people or something. But we started talking about stuff and planned the first Zombie Movie Marathon. Hm, I could track down the date via text messages on my phone, but it's out of battery right now.

That's right, I have to charge my phone.

I feel like I'm forgetting something. it's not letting me enjoy the week-long holidays, which are measly from the start because I have all my exams right after-- Oh, yeah! I bet what I'm forgetting is my exams. Oh, shit, my exams. I haven't started to study yet... and it's Monday already. Dang. And from Friday to Sunday it's camping weekend at Monte Sur... I'm pretty sure we're doing that. Gagh.

But I don't think it was my exams I was thinking of. It feels more like a report or something. An exposition? I've already done it in Derecho and Biology, written my French exam (oh, I still have to look up "energy" in French and see if the word I made up for it on the test isn't too far from the truth... I'm kind of afraid that when my teacher wits dow to grade the exams she'll reach my made-up words and laugh at my sad attempts at re-inventing the French language, or worse, think I'm crappy). What else? I still have to write my exams for Math, Chemistry and Special Bio...

I've totally forgotten what other subjects I take. Oh, Physics, and my teacher's wife's class, Literature. Oh. Ooooooh. The Literature report. that's right, I have to send my part in tomorrow, preferably... I've barely even started.

It took me about five hours to sit down and start the report, and about five minutes to get sidetracked and jot down my thoughts. Ah well. in the future I'll appreciate this more than a boring report. Hopefully.

Hey, it says here that Eluveite is from Switzeland. Did I go there? Oh, yeah, I did. For a few hours in December. I'd like to go to Scotland, Switzerland, Germany and Australia. Oh, and Slovenia, because there was that really hot guy on YouTube from Slovenia. Also Belgium... and Finland!! How could i forget Finland? It's awesome. I mean, i've never been there or anything, but there's a lot of great band from Finland, so it's awesome by association. I know that's a fallacy (ad attributing-the-qualities-of-the-one-bit-of-something-to-the-whole-thing). But I'm still willing to bet Finland rocks.

I wonder if there's still cake. I'm too lazy to whip more cream, so i'll just drizzle it on and hope it tastes the same. Yum.

** 15 minutes later **

Ahh. Great cake. Good thing I whipped the cream and all. Now I'll just serve myself some of this tea that someone made –with a soup spoon, because I'm rubbish at pouring things from the pan into a mug, I always get it all over the counter– and slosh in some milk and get cracking on my homework. Only I'm a bit afraid that If I drink tea in front of the laptop, I'll spill it on the keyboard and send dozens of thousands of pesos into the bin. i mean I've seen the prices for laptops at the Mac Store. Nothing I could afford. Ever. Which is why my Daddy is getting one for me.

hey, the Q key is crooked. Well, this is annoying, what with me being slightly obsessive-compulsive. Not much, but enough that the Q key is really beginning to trouble me. Also when people spell "yogurt" wrong and stick in an H willy-nilly. The one that bugs me the most is when they write "yogurth". I mean, if they're too lazy to look it up, can't they at least use common sense? If it were spelled "yogurth", it would be pronounced with a bit THHHH sound at the end, which is obviously wrong. "Yogurt" and "yoghurt" are both right, but if in doubt you can just leave the H out.

I'm going to get a T-shirt made that says "Se escribe 'YOGURT' ó 'YOGHURT', no 'YOGURTH' ". And I'll wear it under all my clothes and flash it as needed. Or, for that purpose, I could just get it tattooed on my stomach. But no, when I get tattooed (which will be when I move out, I guess, since I can't imagine my parents warming up to the idea of a needle piercing my body and permanently depositing ink beneath my skin) I want to get a maple leaf and a nopal, on my upper back and off to the right. I know it's a sorely common place to get a tattoo, but I wouldn't want it on my legs, front, lower back or neck. Well, maybe my neck, possibly my shoulder. Left shoulder... But then if I get fat for any reason it would look weird. Nope, upper back and to the right it is!

But I was going to do my homework. Ahem. Role of men and women in romantic relationships in... about twenty books. And i didn't read them all. Zzzzzz.

Hey, Wikipedia says that In Finnish, "Finland" is "Suomi"! I always thought it would be something like... I dunno, "Finski" or "Fïnløndånkka". Suomi sounds like a variety o sushi to my brute ears. But now I know why the Wikipedia language-side bar doesn't have "Finnish" as a language. It says "Suomi" instead.

Wow. That was... probably not read by anyone. I mean, not even I bothered to proofread this, I bet it's riddled with typos.