Of cats and doodles

Hello!!!!!

You're supposed to say "Hello" back to me.

Out loud.

Now.


Excellent. =)

Last week I was going to write and tell of my tales of adventure and bravery, chivalry and love, passion and rescue, tyranny and niceness, birthdays and cats, and nobody's reading this anymore, but I think I got distracted... oh, yeah, I watched anime instead. Short attention span, you see.

Anyway, I'll tell you about the cat.

So there I was. Walking along the street on my way back from the papelería ("papelería" literally means "paper shop". They're these little stores that sell notebooks and pens and markers and photocopies and plastic notebook cover-thingies and big sheets of paper that are about a meter long and son on. Anyway, I went to one of the many (many many many) papelerías that surround the Prepa, and on my way back to school this cat that was sitting on the sidewalk looked up and hissed at me.
I have a little history with cats, but in a nutshell, I hate them and they hate me.
So this cat thing looks up and hisses at me and... well, the next bit is a tad strange... but,I mean, there was nobody watching (except my friend named Fabio, The Sparkly Pink Gecko Lizard, who was invisible at the moment so he doesn't really count) so I kind of stopped and hissed back, imitating the sound it had just made perfectly.
Well, Catty looked all shocked and insulted and went, "Meow! Hissssss", and then he went over to me and started rubbing his body against my legs. And he wasn't even touching me with his head, so he wasn't marking me with his scent or sniffing me with his ears or whatever it is that they do.
And he just stayed there for ages, rubbing and rubbing, and I figured that hey, maybe he didn't hate me. So I reached down to scratch his wee head, but I had only moved my arm a fraction downwards...
..and his head snapped up, and his face contorted as if to say "Oh my GOD, those legs were YOURS?!" and then he promptly darted away to a corner and stared at me sullenly.

I hate cats.

And to finish off this quick little incoherent posty-thing, I leave you with some doodles I doodled in Math class, together with the guy who sits next to me. I don't know his name, but he's nice. And he likes Math.



I shall explain the doodles. First you've got some binary stuff that's boring because it's easy (I mean, binary. Pfft. Although now I hope I didn't answer it wrong, or I'll look stupid). Then there's some spiral things, and a cat with a blob head (by the guy. I'll just call him Guy, 'kay?) and over to the right there's a little Domo-kun that Guy added ears to, and under that an evil worm, and next to the worm a snail. And to the left, at the bottom, are some pigs.
Oh, and the stuff in green at the top are some quotes from my History teacher:
"Pretend that the [Berlin] wall is over there, on Plolongación División del Norte (a street) next to the Burger King..."

I love my school. Just not my teachers.

I have three cruel teachers at school.

Case 1. The Physics teacher. I've most often heard her described as "la viejita loca" (the crazy little old lady). Example: Last week, a lot of new kids transfered to the morning classes from the afternoon classes, and many were unfortunate enough to have their very first class be at seven in the morning with the Physics teacher. Now, she is very particular, among other things, about students entering the classroom after the class has started. Most teachers have a ten minute "tolerance" time: you can get there 10 minutes late, and it's ok. The Physics teacher, however, has a tolerance time of about half a second.
So, we've all settled down, taken out our notebooks, and the teacher has started to talk. Suddenly, there's a nervous little knock at the door. Everyone sort of freezes, but the teacher carries on, unfazed. The door opens a little way, and a girl pokes her head in and asks, "May I come in?". The teacher doesn't pay any attention. The girl decides it's safe to proceed, and walks in.

Wrong choice.

The teacher then spins around and launches into a very loud lecture, called "I DIDN'T SAY YOU COULD COME IN, DID I???" which ended with a very menacing "Come in, just this once, but be warned..." accentuated by a final "AND WIPE YOUR FEET!"

Case 2. The Computer Science teacher. On our very first class, we were crowded outside the classroom, like excited little hamsters, when a grumpy head poked out the door and said "Form two lines in alphabetical order. Is that too hard a thing to ask?" and was promptly stuck back in. It went downhill from there.

Case 3. The Drawing Class teacher. I spent like six effing hours on my project so that it'd be all nice and pretty and presentable. So I handed it in, and the teacher was all, "Where did you get this info?". "Mostly from an old notebook that my..." "Old notebook? That's no good. Do it again, and this time do your research in a proper book."

Grr.

No title.

Today my holidays come to an end, if you count the weekend as part of the school year.

So I'm getting as much out of it as possible, which can only mean one thing: I'm sitting here in my pajamas eating frozen blueberries and watching anime. Well, obviously I'm not reading and watching at the same time,but I was watching until very recently. I got up nice and early(ish) full of purpose to go out and, later on, do a bit of blogging, but I suddenly found myself at the computer at three o'clock and figured, oh well.

On to the news, I finished my registration and "welcome week" at the Prepa (High School, but from now on, it's called Prepa. Got it? Good.) and now I am officially a student of the UNAM, yay! This means that now I have my student ID that lets me do all sorts of cool things, like get into the school through the door and not by jumping a fence. Not that I've ever done that. Also, now I get discounts on lots of stuff, like museums and the movies. I mean, I always had a right to those discounts, but my student card thingy from secundaria was massive, so it was a real pain to carry around.

And I lost it.

Anyway, an interesting thing I discovered about the student IDs is that they taste absolutely disgusting, and the taste lingers in your mouth and is really, really hard to get out. Which is actually why I'm eating blueberries.

Moving on, yesterday I bought a really pretty wall scroll for my (white, ugly, plain, boring)wall. It's got the four houses of Hogwarts (from Harry Potter. Duh.) on it. And it's pretty. And I love it. And it was really expensive, so it'd better last quite a few years. Or somebody might get hurt.

Eww, the blueberries didn't work too well. So I gues I'll.... have some more!

See ya.

Give me a B!

Doodee doodee doooooo....

I'm bored. b o r e d e r o b

B...reakfast today was cereal
O...n my bed I sleep at night, or whenever I feel like it
R... is a pirate's favourite letter (get it? "arr"?
E...very day I eat more Nutella than I should (great stuff, great stuff)
D...ownstairs my sister yells and slams the fridge door

This blog is going downhill. You hear me? Downhill.

I was bored yesterday, too, so I watched the second hand tick its way around a clock for five minutes, just because I could.
Oh, no, wait. Yesterday I played board games and watched a movie with my cousins.
Then it must have been another day.

And another time, I satayed in bed until, like, two o'clock.

It's pathetic, I need school to pepper up my existence and make it worthwhile ( "make my existence worthwhile"? God! I sound like an emo teen! Or just a teen)

Hyper-ness

I got the results for my entrance exam today. You know how much I got? No? Want me to tell you? Yes? ...no? You don't care? Oh.

Well, anyway, and merely and simply for the record, I got 118 out of 128.
And for reference, the average was 64.


AHAHAHAHAHA!!!


Sorry.

On another note, two guys tied in first place, both of them with 127. They're both going to UNAM schools (but not to mine, so that's ok :D )

Well. That's it. I'm not a secondary student anymore.
I graduated yesterday.

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Side note:
Ughhh, I feel all woozy because I ate too much for luch; I had about half a box of crackers with cream cheese, and veggie mix, and fish with more veggies, and a coffee, and a nectarine. And three popsicles. I can feel my skin stretching to form a little belly to accommodate the food :S
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Right. I graduated. Uh.. there's not much to tell, actually. I can't seriously say I'm going to miss my school all that much; actually, the last few weeks I was getting pretty sick of it.

I see London, I see France...

I just had to write this real quick...

M. E. Serralde, read this and die of envy:

My sister went on a trip to Europe on behalf of her school, along with some of her classmates. She called today; she went to Paris and they saw Emma Watson!

Apparently they were just walking around on the street and they were a few meters apart; Emma looked at their group and smiled.

And then one of the guys in her group went up next to her as she looked at a painting and said, "Ah! C'est Picasso, eh?". She looked at him all, "Ummmm...."