Oh all right, it's true, I'm only 5'11''. And I don't hate men, not really, damn instincts. But synchronicity has just been keeping me in touch with my inner She Wolf lately... here are some of the sites it's been leading me to...
That Girl Emily ... Emily's husband cheated on her with her best friend. This made way for 14 days of fury poured down by a scorned woman.
Muslim Hedonist ....actually one of the blogs Rachel reads. Us Mexican gals have it hard with the completely idiotic Macho men we have to deal with (some guy had the nerve to "mamacita" me, while I was with my two year old today!) but I take of my hat to Muslim women.
But of course, I'm not one to make you all get pissed off and not help you to deal with it... so I give you Make Him Pay , which just happens to be full of lovely tips for venting.
Friday, December 15, 2006
Tuesday, December 12, 2006
Delayed Response...or The End of Term Breakdown
Ah, smell the cool fresh breeze, for you are free children of the UABC's Faculty of Human Sciences...
Yeah right. All of us demi gods, anal to oral in 2.3 seconds types, we're collectively having our end of term breakdown. I think I already ate twice my own body weight in chocolate. And basically, to food types round the globe, I'm the new black hole in the solar system. If it comes anywhere near my event horizon, it's gone. I don't care if you licked it first as a safeguard, I'll eat it anyways. Yep, comfort eating is not cool, boys and girls.
Emotions though, they're the complete oposite. Everything I didn't have the time to face during the term, the stuff that either got used as fuel or buried in the back of the closet with unpleasant memories of losing to boys, or not living up to myself. And now I'm not quite so busy, they all want to be dealt with. I tried ignoring them and of course they all decided to stage a Broadway musical entitled: "Silvia's Fucking Weird Dream: The Kind That Leaves you Defeated and Melancoly"
To start off with, my subconcious reminds me of my inability to park anywhere near my target destination. I'm probably too polite to take up those spaces. ...nothing to do with the fact that parking makes me uncomfortable, and paranoid, so I have to have a HUGE space to do it in. I dreamt I was searching for my mum, and parked what I thought was a few blocks away.
After walking more than a few blocks away i decided to turn back to the car, only to bump into the rockstar and some of his friends. Here comes the defeating and melancoly bit I hear you say. You're dead right. I limit myself to a swift hello and try and keep my distance. Truth be told, these last few months I've only been getting agrier at him and our whole stupid breakup, with or without his help. I've been using my feelings as rocket fuel at university. Yes, perplexing I know, but I work well when im pissed off and under pressure. In any case, in my dream he wants to talk to me despite my retreat and ends up chasing me up a spiral staircase made of old fashioned baby strollers.
The baby topic is going to stay in the back of the closet. I don't think I want more children, but I need to think it out, and as I can't afford another baby right now, I'm not even going to bother stressing about it... despite what my unconcious might think.
The higher I go the thinner and more wobbly the staircase becomes, but I keep going, to escape whatever he has to say to me. I know it can only be bad news, I haven't heard it yet and already I'm crying, the tears clouding my vision. And then suddenly through the haze I'm beffudled and staring at real clouds. I've triped and as the tip of my shoe looses touch with the staircase, I realize I'm going to die, a horrid stain on the ground. I keep falling, the realization of death slowing everything down to torturous slowmotion.
I feel his hand grasping mine and I try to hold on to gravity. Some things are worse than death, and death in a dream is hardly as bad. My resistance is futile however, and time goes back to normal with a jolt as he pulls me over the edge, into a dark room and into a bed. He starts to undress me, softly. I give in without saying a word, hoping he won't either, and I get my wish.
When we finish I lie there with my eyes closed, but awake, just sensing how comfortable everything is, the bed, the sheets, the soft pillows, and the feel of warm skin on skin. I wonder what to say to him as his hands slide up my neck. "Thank you", "I'm sorry" and "I hate you" all come to mind, but I never get a chance. Once I realize it's not a loving carress it's too late, his hands are already clamped around my neck, his eyes bearing into me with complete non chalance. Should have picked gravity, should have picked the stain on the ground, should have at least picked "I hate you". Betrayed not once, but twice now, by the same man. I'd be embarrased if i I weren't so busy being angry. He says something, but fortunately the lack of oxygen is already taking its toll and i can't make it out over the blood pumping, crying out for release in my head. Everything fades into darknes.
Now this next bit I'm not even going to explain. All I can say is I need more zen, and less power puff girls. Presumably I'm dead. This usually stops my dreams, or at least shifts them over into after life mode....I don't know if this can be called that... there's two amoebas floating about like amoebas do. One is a Silvia amoeba and the other is a Rockstar amoeba. I can tell because they even have little faces. The Silvia amoeba is making a hole in the Rockstar amoeba and pouring itself in like a malicious virus.
Back in the macrocosm, the Rockstar is now embodied by Tom Cruise. He's a wayward crazy drunk. It's maddening how he can just start to think clearly and suddenly my voice starts off in his head confusing and annoying at the same time. Dead but alive.
Again the dream changes. I'm off to meet some hunk named Eddie (actually he's a character from some American sitcom that I can't exactly place right now). Apparently we've been sleeping together and I'm madly in love with him. The only problem is that Eddie likes to sleep around, and needless to say, is not maddly in love with me in turn. Oh and that my mother and siblings have decided to tag along. I figure everything will be fine, I'll make some quick introductions, some even quicker excuses and Eddie and I will be alone.
Sure... I didn't count on him and my mom hitting it off. I'm too busy to intervene, what with having to get my brother and sister out of the vecinity without them seeing anything. I send them off to do some errands and head back to the room, intent on chewing Eddie's ear off, but through the glass doors that lead out to the yard I can see my son playing at the edge of a pool. Obviously that's too dangerous to overlook, so I go outside to check on him. I stand between the pool and a large patio where there's a masked ball going on. Eddie arrives at my side smiling as if nothing had happened and takes my hand. I decide to overlook the fact that he just cheated on me with my own mother and keep watching my son. He's pulling some pretty big fish out of the pool and I start to worry about what else could be in there.
Eddie pulls me out of my thoughts by turning me at the waist towards the masked ball. He takes my chin between his thumb and forefinger to direct my gaze towards a gorgeous woman with an hourglass figure and a feathered bird mask. "See that woman?" I nod, he couldn't possibly mean anyone else. He lets go of me, chin and hand, as if to push me away and ads, "She's fabulous in bed." He doesn't even turn around to see my reaction, just keeps gazing on at the woman. The bile, jealousy, pain and hate rise up to my throat but I can't help but smile. He likes hurting me, and I have to admit I enjoy it ((at this my concious mind can only tap my unconcious on the head patronizingly. That guy would be so dead in real life)).
I run off towards the pool because my son has pulled a stingray his own size out of the water. I help him put it back and worry over his eyes and the alligator hunter. When I look up Eddie is standing there admiring me. "I love it when you throw jealous tantrums like that,"he grins. And who am I to make him think otherwise?
And that's pretty much it. No wonder I never get any rest.
Yeah right. All of us demi gods, anal to oral in 2.3 seconds types, we're collectively having our end of term breakdown. I think I already ate twice my own body weight in chocolate. And basically, to food types round the globe, I'm the new black hole in the solar system. If it comes anywhere near my event horizon, it's gone. I don't care if you licked it first as a safeguard, I'll eat it anyways. Yep, comfort eating is not cool, boys and girls.
Emotions though, they're the complete oposite. Everything I didn't have the time to face during the term, the stuff that either got used as fuel or buried in the back of the closet with unpleasant memories of losing to boys, or not living up to myself. And now I'm not quite so busy, they all want to be dealt with. I tried ignoring them and of course they all decided to stage a Broadway musical entitled: "Silvia's Fucking Weird Dream: The Kind That Leaves you Defeated and Melancoly"
To start off with, my subconcious reminds me of my inability to park anywhere near my target destination. I'm probably too polite to take up those spaces. ...nothing to do with the fact that parking makes me uncomfortable, and paranoid, so I have to have a HUGE space to do it in. I dreamt I was searching for my mum, and parked what I thought was a few blocks away.
After walking more than a few blocks away i decided to turn back to the car, only to bump into the rockstar and some of his friends. Here comes the defeating and melancoly bit I hear you say. You're dead right. I limit myself to a swift hello and try and keep my distance. Truth be told, these last few months I've only been getting agrier at him and our whole stupid breakup, with or without his help. I've been using my feelings as rocket fuel at university. Yes, perplexing I know, but I work well when im pissed off and under pressure. In any case, in my dream he wants to talk to me despite my retreat and ends up chasing me up a spiral staircase made of old fashioned baby strollers.
The baby topic is going to stay in the back of the closet. I don't think I want more children, but I need to think it out, and as I can't afford another baby right now, I'm not even going to bother stressing about it... despite what my unconcious might think.
The higher I go the thinner and more wobbly the staircase becomes, but I keep going, to escape whatever he has to say to me. I know it can only be bad news, I haven't heard it yet and already I'm crying, the tears clouding my vision. And then suddenly through the haze I'm beffudled and staring at real clouds. I've triped and as the tip of my shoe looses touch with the staircase, I realize I'm going to die, a horrid stain on the ground. I keep falling, the realization of death slowing everything down to torturous slowmotion.
I feel his hand grasping mine and I try to hold on to gravity. Some things are worse than death, and death in a dream is hardly as bad. My resistance is futile however, and time goes back to normal with a jolt as he pulls me over the edge, into a dark room and into a bed. He starts to undress me, softly. I give in without saying a word, hoping he won't either, and I get my wish.
When we finish I lie there with my eyes closed, but awake, just sensing how comfortable everything is, the bed, the sheets, the soft pillows, and the feel of warm skin on skin. I wonder what to say to him as his hands slide up my neck. "Thank you", "I'm sorry" and "I hate you" all come to mind, but I never get a chance. Once I realize it's not a loving carress it's too late, his hands are already clamped around my neck, his eyes bearing into me with complete non chalance. Should have picked gravity, should have picked the stain on the ground, should have at least picked "I hate you". Betrayed not once, but twice now, by the same man. I'd be embarrased if i I weren't so busy being angry. He says something, but fortunately the lack of oxygen is already taking its toll and i can't make it out over the blood pumping, crying out for release in my head. Everything fades into darknes.
Now this next bit I'm not even going to explain. All I can say is I need more zen, and less power puff girls. Presumably I'm dead. This usually stops my dreams, or at least shifts them over into after life mode....I don't know if this can be called that... there's two amoebas floating about like amoebas do. One is a Silvia amoeba and the other is a Rockstar amoeba. I can tell because they even have little faces. The Silvia amoeba is making a hole in the Rockstar amoeba and pouring itself in like a malicious virus.
Back in the macrocosm, the Rockstar is now embodied by Tom Cruise. He's a wayward crazy drunk. It's maddening how he can just start to think clearly and suddenly my voice starts off in his head confusing and annoying at the same time. Dead but alive.
Again the dream changes. I'm off to meet some hunk named Eddie (actually he's a character from some American sitcom that I can't exactly place right now). Apparently we've been sleeping together and I'm madly in love with him. The only problem is that Eddie likes to sleep around, and needless to say, is not maddly in love with me in turn. Oh and that my mother and siblings have decided to tag along. I figure everything will be fine, I'll make some quick introductions, some even quicker excuses and Eddie and I will be alone.
Sure... I didn't count on him and my mom hitting it off. I'm too busy to intervene, what with having to get my brother and sister out of the vecinity without them seeing anything. I send them off to do some errands and head back to the room, intent on chewing Eddie's ear off, but through the glass doors that lead out to the yard I can see my son playing at the edge of a pool. Obviously that's too dangerous to overlook, so I go outside to check on him. I stand between the pool and a large patio where there's a masked ball going on. Eddie arrives at my side smiling as if nothing had happened and takes my hand. I decide to overlook the fact that he just cheated on me with my own mother and keep watching my son. He's pulling some pretty big fish out of the pool and I start to worry about what else could be in there.
Eddie pulls me out of my thoughts by turning me at the waist towards the masked ball. He takes my chin between his thumb and forefinger to direct my gaze towards a gorgeous woman with an hourglass figure and a feathered bird mask. "See that woman?" I nod, he couldn't possibly mean anyone else. He lets go of me, chin and hand, as if to push me away and ads, "She's fabulous in bed." He doesn't even turn around to see my reaction, just keeps gazing on at the woman. The bile, jealousy, pain and hate rise up to my throat but I can't help but smile. He likes hurting me, and I have to admit I enjoy it ((at this my concious mind can only tap my unconcious on the head patronizingly. That guy would be so dead in real life)).
I run off towards the pool because my son has pulled a stingray his own size out of the water. I help him put it back and worry over his eyes and the alligator hunter. When I look up Eddie is standing there admiring me. "I love it when you throw jealous tantrums like that,"he grins. And who am I to make him think otherwise?
And that's pretty much it. No wonder I never get any rest.
Tuesday, December 05, 2006
Bendita La Luz
I should put on a Barry White album for this post... I'm ridiculously head over heels for the Mexico City cutie. And just when I wanted to stay single, tsk. Not that I'm complaining of course (looks around for the Fates). So since last time he was in the city we've kept in touch, and he came back from Mexico City for about a month which was extremely enjoyable.
We're now officially "novios" (the English language urgently needs a literal translation to that, something better than boyfriend and girlfriend!), and so far so good... I made a list a couple of months back of all the things that I wanted from a potential partner, knowing that in theory I'm extremely picky, and that if I could stick to it in practice I'd stand a better chance of not tumbling down the rabbit hole of love after some egocentric roedent who's always late.
So guys, lend an ear, this is what women really want:
-Support, but not python style suffocation. No one likes dating their dad, trust me. You're not going to fix her life, and if she thinks you will she's better off staying home.
-Sensitivity, not helpless bunnies. Sure we like guys who are in touch with their femnine side, but if you cry over everything, act like a martyr or expect her to be your mummy, don't complain when she's got you by the short and curlies, or hopefully leaves you for someone with more emotional resources. Which, heaven forbid, doesn't mean we don't like bunnies. We just wouldn't date them, which explains why (too) nice guys always finish last.
-Dignity but not macho pride. No, it's not a good plan to go along with EVERYTHING we say. Listen, but don't obey like a well trained puppy. On the other hand, you're not the master of the Universe, and your girlfriend, lover, wife etc, is not your personal property to command. And as a side note, yes she has most likely been with other men, has friends and a life. You don't get the right to be jealous.
Etc, etc, etc (what? I'm not serving my sisters up on a silver plate for you guys, do your research). It's all about finding the balance in the Force. No, really.
I guess telling the Universe what your really want does work and the Mexico City Cutie seems to fit the bill. Damn singledom, how could I let that kind of chance pass me by?
On a sidetrack, I just got an email from my friend Tania, about tampons... apparently they contain asbestos (to prolong bleeding and up sales), dioxin (for bleaching, but it also happens to be carcinogenic) and rayon (for absorbency, but it also tends to stay in the body, absorbing dioxin and causing toxic shock syndrome which can be lethal). The FDA says it's all malicious rumours. More on this soon...
We're now officially "novios" (the English language urgently needs a literal translation to that, something better than boyfriend and girlfriend!), and so far so good... I made a list a couple of months back of all the things that I wanted from a potential partner, knowing that in theory I'm extremely picky, and that if I could stick to it in practice I'd stand a better chance of not tumbling down the rabbit hole of love after some egocentric roedent who's always late.
So guys, lend an ear, this is what women really want:
-Support, but not python style suffocation. No one likes dating their dad, trust me. You're not going to fix her life, and if she thinks you will she's better off staying home.
-Sensitivity, not helpless bunnies. Sure we like guys who are in touch with their femnine side, but if you cry over everything, act like a martyr or expect her to be your mummy, don't complain when she's got you by the short and curlies, or hopefully leaves you for someone with more emotional resources. Which, heaven forbid, doesn't mean we don't like bunnies. We just wouldn't date them, which explains why (too) nice guys always finish last.
-Dignity but not macho pride. No, it's not a good plan to go along with EVERYTHING we say. Listen, but don't obey like a well trained puppy. On the other hand, you're not the master of the Universe, and your girlfriend, lover, wife etc, is not your personal property to command. And as a side note, yes she has most likely been with other men, has friends and a life. You don't get the right to be jealous.
Etc, etc, etc (what? I'm not serving my sisters up on a silver plate for you guys, do your research). It's all about finding the balance in the Force. No, really.
I guess telling the Universe what your really want does work and the Mexico City Cutie seems to fit the bill. Damn singledom, how could I let that kind of chance pass me by?
On a sidetrack, I just got an email from my friend Tania, about tampons... apparently they contain asbestos (to prolong bleeding and up sales), dioxin (for bleaching, but it also happens to be carcinogenic) and rayon (for absorbency, but it also tends to stay in the body, absorbing dioxin and causing toxic shock syndrome which can be lethal). The FDA says it's all malicious rumours. More on this soon...
Thursday, November 23, 2006
I WISH!
I was looking at my referrals and they´re stranger than usual... so here´s for sharing...
Someone is looking for a mojo perfect girlfriend... apparently I don´t qualify since I´ve received no odd emails... as if i care... :( Didn´t they see the quizzes!?
Someone else from Hamburg is looking up a silvia who was an aupair possibly in Hamburg. David Black... if it´s you, you know exactly where you can stuff it.
Strangely, someone translated it into Spanish... I will now translate the translation into English for your general amusement:
And so on and so forth... what do people who read this crap think of me? I wish they´d post a comment.
The next link is from a search for a "redhead Silvia", apparently she´s someone in the porn industry. Now, Boys, I really shouldn´t have to tell you this. All Redheads are evil. Trust me. Then again, you guys are watching porn on the internet, probably at work. Tsk tsk. You deserve whatever you have coming...no pun intended.
Then we have a referral from a blog called Literary Theory for Theology. How someone made it from sucha well thought out, cultured paged to here is beyond me. Must be the "next blog" button.
Argh! And next a page I shouldn´t be looking at while at work! (Well yeah, okay, less so than the others, you get my drift.) It´s in Portuguese... no prizes for guessing what kind of photography they have on there... And no, I won´t post a link.
Someone is looking for a mojo perfect girlfriend... apparently I don´t qualify since I´ve received no odd emails... as if i care... :( Didn´t they see the quizzes!?
Someone else from Hamburg is looking up a silvia who was an aupair possibly in Hamburg. David Black... if it´s you, you know exactly where you can stuff it.
Strangely, someone translated it into Spanish... I will now translate the translation into English for your general amusement:
The crows and the they´ll from raise pick your eyes outwards…
… the sloths from raise on the other hand and they wont do much of anything... in everything. To be honest, I´m really that puts itself up to date only because Rachel did it, and I feel the that it´s only polite to compensate her in class. I was on top all night, that made a child of brain of the play paste, that can be that images you are fun....
And so on and so forth... what do people who read this crap think of me? I wish they´d post a comment.
The next link is from a search for a "redhead Silvia", apparently she´s someone in the porn industry. Now, Boys, I really shouldn´t have to tell you this. All Redheads are evil. Trust me. Then again, you guys are watching porn on the internet, probably at work. Tsk tsk. You deserve whatever you have coming...no pun intended.
Then we have a referral from a blog called Literary Theory for Theology. How someone made it from sucha well thought out, cultured paged to here is beyond me. Must be the "next blog" button.
Argh! And next a page I shouldn´t be looking at while at work! (Well yeah, okay, less so than the others, you get my drift.) It´s in Portuguese... no prizes for guessing what kind of photography they have on there... And no, I won´t post a link.
Raise crows and they´ll peck your eyes out...
...raise sloths on the other hand and they won´t do much of anything...at all. To be honest, I´m only really updating because Rachel did, and I feel it´s only polite to repay her in kind. But UGH. I was up all night making a play dough brain stem, which you might imagine is fun. But try figuring out just how high the hipocampus is in relation to the thalamus at 2 am, while the cut straws at bits of string holding your model together slowly, but surely let the whole thing slide away, thanks to so much proding and molding transfering body heat to the dough.... I had to douse the poor thing in hair spray to keep it more or less whole. My neuroanatomy teacher is probably ripping it to shreds as we speak.
Still, my search for brainy information made for some interesting finds (important note, everything you are about to see on my wish list, and I´ll be infinitely gratefull to receive any of it... HINT: GET IT FOR ME NOW!):
1) Neuromart.com Top finds, brain pencil toppers, "got brians?" magnets and decals. I will LOVE you foreve if you get me the talking Freud doll and or finger puppet. The right and left hemisphere earings I WILL kill for. Ditto the silver lapel pin.
2) Redreef.com These guys have some interesting looking learning tools in the shape of software. Could be handy.
3) Enstein´s Emporium have the best sectional brain models I´ve seen so far. They also have an amazing 14 piece GIANT brain.
And I think that´s quite enough...
Still, my search for brainy information made for some interesting finds (important note, everything you are about to see on my wish list, and I´ll be infinitely gratefull to receive any of it... HINT: GET IT FOR ME NOW!):
1) Neuromart.com Top finds, brain pencil toppers, "got brians?" magnets and decals. I will LOVE you foreve if you get me the talking Freud doll and or finger puppet. The right and left hemisphere earings I WILL kill for. Ditto the silver lapel pin.
2) Redreef.com These guys have some interesting looking learning tools in the shape of software. Could be handy.
3) Enstein´s Emporium have the best sectional brain models I´ve seen so far. They also have an amazing 14 piece GIANT brain.
And I think that´s quite enough...
Saturday, October 21, 2006
Duh!
Why does no one else realize this?!
And...
AND...
| You Are A Professional Girlfriend! |
 You are the perfect girlfriend - big surprise! Heaven knows you've had enough practice. That's why you're a total pro. If there was an Emily Post of girlfriends, it would be you. You know how to act in every situation ... to make both you and your guy happy. |
And...
| You are a Great Girlfriend |
 When it comes to your guy, you're very thoughtful But you also haven't stopped thinking of yourself You're the perfect blend of independent and caring You're a total catch - make sure your guy knows it too! |
AND...
| You Are Bad Girl Sexy |
 Girl, you are nothing but trouble. And that's hot. You've got the classic bad girl sexiness mojo going on. And your badass attitude makes men fear you - and crave you. Don't give into people who say to tone it down. You're perfect as is. |
Not Impressed
| You Should Be a Joke Writer |
 You're totally hilarious, and you can find the humor in any situation. Whether you're spouting off zingers, comebacks, or jokes about life... You usually can keep a crowd laughing, and you have plenty of material. You have the makings of a great comedian - or comedic writer. |
Friday, October 20, 2006
Child of the Bohemian Revolution
...check...complete with ridiculous obsession with love...check. I love being a contradiction. So here´s some poetry inspired by the Mexico City cutsie. If it makes no sense that might be because it was originally in Spanish.
I´d Rather
I don´t eat,
Because I´d rather taste your lips,
I´ve stopped drinking,
Because I´d rather soak up your mouth
Flowers and perfumes no longer exist,
Because I´d rather breathe your scent,
All my reflections have broken,
Because I´d rather see myself in your eyes,
The voices are homologous and confused,
Because I´d rather hear your accent,
I don´t think,
Because I´d rather have you in mind,
But I´d much rather have you in my arms.
Now all together, awwwwwwwwwwww. Okay that´s enough!
I´d Rather
I don´t eat,
Because I´d rather taste your lips,
I´ve stopped drinking,
Because I´d rather soak up your mouth
Flowers and perfumes no longer exist,
Because I´d rather breathe your scent,
All my reflections have broken,
Because I´d rather see myself in your eyes,
The voices are homologous and confused,
Because I´d rather hear your accent,
I don´t think,
Because I´d rather have you in mind,
But I´d much rather have you in my arms.
Now all together, awwwwwwwwwwww. Okay that´s enough!
And then what happened?
Well, I´m in a fitter writting mind state now, after that pathetic (but I hope at least funny) last post. So here´s the details of my life, for you and prosperity. Yes, I do enjoy reading my old post, if just for the sake of reminding myself to never say never. Besides, do you ever get that odd feeling that even when you were seven years old you thought exactly as you do now? I need to leave some evidence for the future me that things were not always so.
So, first the interesting bits...(drums please)...
Love Life
Er, I keep repeating this, but men are like buses. You´re out in the goddamn rain, carrying paper grocery bags, trying to eat chocolate simultaneously and none drive buy. When you finally start considering eating all the groceries at once, walking home and hibernating, five of them show up at once. Bastards. But I love you guys anyways...for the time being.
All bets are off with the rockstar. Pity, the first six months were grand, and the second half a dozen weren´t too bad either. But irreconciliable differences as usual. Now he's threatened with going off to another city. And I miss him dearly. However things were not working out and my bet is that this was not going to change. Why do people drag out relationships that don´t work? Someone told me love should be pleasurable, not martyrdom, and I agree.
Which brings me to the next bus, er man. He´s absolutely lovely, tall, dark, handsome stranger. Think Antonio Banderas but more awestruck. I´m entirely enthralled. However he: a) smokes (ewww), and b) lives in Mexico City. Long distance relationships equal four happy people, at least...in most cases. However, as I´m not completely numb and disappointed with love yet (oh what the hell because I really, really like him *giggles*), I´ve put off seeing anyone else till he comes back and I can sort out my feelings.
More of a train wreck than a bus i had a bit of a... how to put it... affair sounds too raunchy... one morning stand? Unplanned meeting of, er.. no. Well let´s just say a brief dalliance with one of the (your guess here) at uni. My closest and dearest can tell you this has been a long standing fantasy of mine, but reality didn´t quite live up to make believe. In any case, a good time was had by all except he wants to see me again, and, well read the previous post if you haven´t already. To be honest I can´t imagine he´s too bothered.
And the last two are type of buses that pretend they dont see you and just drive by. What is it with men? I thought they we´re all desperate to get into a girl´s pants? Two apparently healthy lads were just short of having served on a silver plate to them, and they both ran for the hills. Just as well, as otherwise I´d have to repeat the conversation I had with the (your guess here again) two more times, which does not appeal to me. I´d just wish they´d stop staring at me like lost puppies, sheesh.
And last but not least, I have Alan´s phone number! He´s working with a family friend and I find him irresistable. I haven´t done anything because I don´t believe in cheating, but now I´m single again... well I just happened to "borrow" his phone number from the office directory. Considering texting him ridiculously sappy and sexy messages from his "secret admirer". I wonder if guys like that?
On to other things, I´m now in Real Estate. The comissions are handsome to say the least but haven´t actually managed to sell anything yet sooo...
Considering taking up prostitution... not sure if this is a serious though yet or just the ramblings of a sleep deprived mind. Still, I´m not discarding it for the moment. Normally I would react to a comment like this with lots of femenist banter and point out that this would be the cowards way out. I don´t even know where the idea came from, it just ocurred to me that it would be something fun to try, if only just the once. Think about it, I´d work where other people play. Like a friend told me, everyone´s a whore, if you´re smart enough to get paid cash and upfront, all the power to you. So I´m leaving that on the back burner for the moment. If anything does come of it, be sure I´ll try and make a blog with all the juicy details in the hopes of getting a book deal and lots of money like Belle de Jour. Anonymously, so this will be the last you hear of this (unless you're Rachel, in which case you'll get to spell check. Love you darling!)
Truth be told this might have just been brought about by being sick and tired of not having any money, hardly any sex, and wanting a nice wardrobe. Thank heaven's for this whole Mexico City cutie situation, or I might be doing something silly right now. So this can get archived with all the other nutty money and/or orgasm making ideas.
Uni
Well aside from finding a totally unintended new use for the photography dark room, things have been pretty quiet at uni. My course is going well enogh, although my grades have been droppping due to time taken off to work. Ho hum... but that´s okay because I discovered I really like my neuroanatomy class, so there might be a future career direction choice in the works.
The photography students had their nude project again, and predictably enough I ended up modeling for them again. It was much more fun than the last time since they actually had a decent working space and lights set up this time. Too bad I got the only student who can´t focus...sigh. Eeep! Why do bosses always decide to come say hello when one is looking at possibly incriminating photos of one´s self! Fudge. Well anyhow, won´t post them here because I don´t really like any of them or they show too much. Which is really a silly excuse because they´re up on the uni display wall, but still. If and when I get a copy of the ones taken by the Photographer I´ll post some of those, since they´re much more flattering.
The radio students have also taken me up as their muse, since apparently i have a husky voice. They did complain that my s´s are far too...snake like? Hmmph, now everyone´s a critic.
Friends
I´ve got 2 new friends worth mentioning, Luna and the one that shall be known simply as V. They´re both loveley and put up with far more wailing and gnashing of teeth than they should from me.
And that´s about it. This post is far too long as it is.
More as soon as something interesting happens...or I feel like wasting more time at work...ack should stop doing that....
So, first the interesting bits...(drums please)...
Love Life
Er, I keep repeating this, but men are like buses. You´re out in the goddamn rain, carrying paper grocery bags, trying to eat chocolate simultaneously and none drive buy. When you finally start considering eating all the groceries at once, walking home and hibernating, five of them show up at once. Bastards. But I love you guys anyways...for the time being.
All bets are off with the rockstar. Pity, the first six months were grand, and the second half a dozen weren´t too bad either. But irreconciliable differences as usual. Now he's threatened with going off to another city. And I miss him dearly. However things were not working out and my bet is that this was not going to change. Why do people drag out relationships that don´t work? Someone told me love should be pleasurable, not martyrdom, and I agree.
Which brings me to the next bus, er man. He´s absolutely lovely, tall, dark, handsome stranger. Think Antonio Banderas but more awestruck. I´m entirely enthralled. However he: a) smokes (ewww), and b) lives in Mexico City. Long distance relationships equal four happy people, at least...in most cases. However, as I´m not completely numb and disappointed with love yet (oh what the hell because I really, really like him *giggles*), I´ve put off seeing anyone else till he comes back and I can sort out my feelings.
More of a train wreck than a bus i had a bit of a... how to put it... affair sounds too raunchy... one morning stand? Unplanned meeting of, er.. no. Well let´s just say a brief dalliance with one of the (your guess here) at uni. My closest and dearest can tell you this has been a long standing fantasy of mine, but reality didn´t quite live up to make believe. In any case, a good time was had by all except he wants to see me again, and, well read the previous post if you haven´t already. To be honest I can´t imagine he´s too bothered.
And the last two are type of buses that pretend they dont see you and just drive by. What is it with men? I thought they we´re all desperate to get into a girl´s pants? Two apparently healthy lads were just short of having served on a silver plate to them, and they both ran for the hills. Just as well, as otherwise I´d have to repeat the conversation I had with the (your guess here again) two more times, which does not appeal to me. I´d just wish they´d stop staring at me like lost puppies, sheesh.
And last but not least, I have Alan´s phone number! He´s working with a family friend and I find him irresistable. I haven´t done anything because I don´t believe in cheating, but now I´m single again... well I just happened to "borrow" his phone number from the office directory. Considering texting him ridiculously sappy and sexy messages from his "secret admirer". I wonder if guys like that?
On to other things, I´m now in Real Estate. The comissions are handsome to say the least but haven´t actually managed to sell anything yet sooo...
Considering taking up prostitution... not sure if this is a serious though yet or just the ramblings of a sleep deprived mind. Still, I´m not discarding it for the moment. Normally I would react to a comment like this with lots of femenist banter and point out that this would be the cowards way out. I don´t even know where the idea came from, it just ocurred to me that it would be something fun to try, if only just the once. Think about it, I´d work where other people play. Like a friend told me, everyone´s a whore, if you´re smart enough to get paid cash and upfront, all the power to you. So I´m leaving that on the back burner for the moment. If anything does come of it, be sure I´ll try and make a blog with all the juicy details in the hopes of getting a book deal and lots of money like Belle de Jour. Anonymously, so this will be the last you hear of this (unless you're Rachel, in which case you'll get to spell check. Love you darling!)
Truth be told this might have just been brought about by being sick and tired of not having any money, hardly any sex, and wanting a nice wardrobe. Thank heaven's for this whole Mexico City cutie situation, or I might be doing something silly right now. So this can get archived with all the other nutty money and/or orgasm making ideas.
Uni
Well aside from finding a totally unintended new use for the photography dark room, things have been pretty quiet at uni. My course is going well enogh, although my grades have been droppping due to time taken off to work. Ho hum... but that´s okay because I discovered I really like my neuroanatomy class, so there might be a future career direction choice in the works.
The photography students had their nude project again, and predictably enough I ended up modeling for them again. It was much more fun than the last time since they actually had a decent working space and lights set up this time. Too bad I got the only student who can´t focus...sigh. Eeep! Why do bosses always decide to come say hello when one is looking at possibly incriminating photos of one´s self! Fudge. Well anyhow, won´t post them here because I don´t really like any of them or they show too much. Which is really a silly excuse because they´re up on the uni display wall, but still. If and when I get a copy of the ones taken by the Photographer I´ll post some of those, since they´re much more flattering.
The radio students have also taken me up as their muse, since apparently i have a husky voice. They did complain that my s´s are far too...snake like? Hmmph, now everyone´s a critic.
Friends
I´ve got 2 new friends worth mentioning, Luna and the one that shall be known simply as V. They´re both loveley and put up with far more wailing and gnashing of teeth than they should from me.
And that´s about it. This post is far too long as it is.
More as soon as something interesting happens...or I feel like wasting more time at work...ack should stop doing that....
Tuesday, September 12, 2006
It's My Birthday and I'll Cry If I Want to...
...so there. I'm 22. Im finally considered an adult in Japan. As usual, there's no real difference between 21 and 22, you only start feeling "older" about six months down the line. For the moment i feel a bit heartbroken. Nothing seems to be working out quite as it should and time requieres its usual human sacrifices. "Girls will grow older, and guys will grow colder", seems oddly appropriate. Oh, fudge... i better update this when I'm in a happier mood, or failing that, drunken.
Monday, August 14, 2006
Dream log...
After a bit of a still summer, my weird dreams are finally coming back. If I could do only one thhing during my career as a psychologist, it would be to team up with a computer engineer and design a machine that could record people's dreams. As it is, I´m left writting what I can remember here.
Last night´s dream was one of THOSE. The type that make you feel you´ve got something, you can touch it, describe it, even hug it close to you so as to never let it go. And then you wake up. They always make me despair a little. Things are usually so fluid in dreams that when I get to hold on to something and I forget that I was dreaming in the first place, I manage to trick myself into thinking I have some kind of ownership. If I weren´t so human, Morpheous would probably have me hanged from the highest tree in the kingdom.
So what am I missing so much? A fox, with the loveliest redish brown fur and shinny green eyes with a knowking and mischievous glint. It was missing the usual whit tip on the tail and gloves. It was so lovely, and it´s fur felt like a lama´s. I was dreaming about being high up on a mountain top, in a witch circle, in a witch town. My mother and I were there for a ritual, and the circle was full of witches dressed in black hoods. At their feet dozens of black wolves were strung up doped with some noxious brew, prepared for sacrifice. Other witches were arriving, each cariying a pair of foxes, each more lovely than the last. So I took one and kept it.
When everything was ready for the ceremony, each witch lined up with their animal encased in a metal box with a long slim opening at the top and the poor beast´s snout sticking out one end. All the women brandished long knives with a hook on the tip, like a harpoons, and one by one theyplunged it into their sacrificial beast, at the top of the skull, and draagged it down the opening in the box to cleave themin two. My poor victim was a cartoonish guinea pig that made terrified face at me and was too small for it´s box. I kept trying to stab it but it managed to dodge my knife, till it finally died of a heart attack from the fright. I took it out of the box and examined it, hoping it was only playing dead. Guilty, is my least favourite feeling. And then I woke up, no fox, and no murder weapon.
Last night´s dream was one of THOSE. The type that make you feel you´ve got something, you can touch it, describe it, even hug it close to you so as to never let it go. And then you wake up. They always make me despair a little. Things are usually so fluid in dreams that when I get to hold on to something and I forget that I was dreaming in the first place, I manage to trick myself into thinking I have some kind of ownership. If I weren´t so human, Morpheous would probably have me hanged from the highest tree in the kingdom.
So what am I missing so much? A fox, with the loveliest redish brown fur and shinny green eyes with a knowking and mischievous glint. It was missing the usual whit tip on the tail and gloves. It was so lovely, and it´s fur felt like a lama´s. I was dreaming about being high up on a mountain top, in a witch circle, in a witch town. My mother and I were there for a ritual, and the circle was full of witches dressed in black hoods. At their feet dozens of black wolves were strung up doped with some noxious brew, prepared for sacrifice. Other witches were arriving, each cariying a pair of foxes, each more lovely than the last. So I took one and kept it.
When everything was ready for the ceremony, each witch lined up with their animal encased in a metal box with a long slim opening at the top and the poor beast´s snout sticking out one end. All the women brandished long knives with a hook on the tip, like a harpoons, and one by one theyplunged it into their sacrificial beast, at the top of the skull, and draagged it down the opening in the box to cleave themin two. My poor victim was a cartoonish guinea pig that made terrified face at me and was too small for it´s box. I kept trying to stab it but it managed to dodge my knife, till it finally died of a heart attack from the fright. I took it out of the box and examined it, hoping it was only playing dead. Guilty, is my least favourite feeling. And then I woke up, no fox, and no murder weapon.
Recurrent Reality
Ah, I love the smell of blogging when I should be doing something else (if it´s something more important or not is relative, in my opinion). Apologies for my long absence, and I´m sure you can all think up interesting and slightly unbelievable excuses for me yourselves. Mainly I´ve been having some financial trouble, nothing too bad but enough to have to cut the internet line. But now I´m back at university and the lovely library facilities.
Summer´s over and to be honest I´m glad. I was a bit sick of doing nearly nothing and wondering what this term will be like. I have "Functional Neuroanatomy", so here´s fingers crossed that I´ll get to dissect brains... at least just some tiny monkey brains (of course only if the monkeys died of natural causes, which might be a bit tricky).I´m a bit nervous because I changed to the afternoon timetable, so I´m going to be "the new girl". And you know how CRUEL human beings can be. On the other hand, they might make me their queen, bwahahahahah...
So before I run off to class in an hour and a half, I´m going to count what´s been gained and lost this summer:
Gained:
- a new dog. His name is Tecate, thank you worringly alcohol obsessed boyfriend =) He still doesn´t know how to fetch beer yet though. He´s a Belgian Malinois.
-Lot´s of zombie friends! I got to work in Resident Evil 3 as a zombie extra. It was fun, despite having to stand in the sun for hours, covered in mud with temperatures over 40 degrees.Mostly I guess only my hands will show, but just in case, look out for the tall blond behind the fence. The last two days of filming I got to wear prosthetics, which took an hour and a half to put on and the a bristling half hour to remove. It was painful, but well worth it. If they don´t edit me out (knock on wood) I´ll also be the blond zombie in a red dress at the begining! Saw Milla only once but she was less than 20 meters away. She´s very good looking and extremely friendly.
-Weight. Argh, have to start going to the bloody gym again.
-A fiance? Not till I have the ring, darling, haha but just thought I´d keep you on your toes!
Lost:
-My dad, for a whole 2 months. And then he came back a christian. Better the devil you now huh? Now we spend our afternoons discussing religion. He tries to convert me, I suceed in making him very angry about my faithlessness. I guess I should stop asking if man is made in God´s image. Like, to the smallest anatomical detail... which then beggets the question: Does God poo? I know, it´s extremely childish, but it works.
Summer´s over and to be honest I´m glad. I was a bit sick of doing nearly nothing and wondering what this term will be like. I have "Functional Neuroanatomy", so here´s fingers crossed that I´ll get to dissect brains... at least just some tiny monkey brains (of course only if the monkeys died of natural causes, which might be a bit tricky).I´m a bit nervous because I changed to the afternoon timetable, so I´m going to be "the new girl". And you know how CRUEL human beings can be. On the other hand, they might make me their queen, bwahahahahah...
So before I run off to class in an hour and a half, I´m going to count what´s been gained and lost this summer:
Gained:
- a new dog. His name is Tecate, thank you worringly alcohol obsessed boyfriend =) He still doesn´t know how to fetch beer yet though. He´s a Belgian Malinois.
-Lot´s of zombie friends! I got to work in Resident Evil 3 as a zombie extra. It was fun, despite having to stand in the sun for hours, covered in mud with temperatures over 40 degrees.Mostly I guess only my hands will show, but just in case, look out for the tall blond behind the fence. The last two days of filming I got to wear prosthetics, which took an hour and a half to put on and the a bristling half hour to remove. It was painful, but well worth it. If they don´t edit me out (knock on wood) I´ll also be the blond zombie in a red dress at the begining! Saw Milla only once but she was less than 20 meters away. She´s very good looking and extremely friendly.
-Weight. Argh, have to start going to the bloody gym again.
-A fiance? Not till I have the ring, darling, haha but just thought I´d keep you on your toes!
Lost:
-My dad, for a whole 2 months. And then he came back a christian. Better the devil you now huh? Now we spend our afternoons discussing religion. He tries to convert me, I suceed in making him very angry about my faithlessness. I guess I should stop asking if man is made in God´s image. Like, to the smallest anatomical detail... which then beggets the question: Does God poo? I know, it´s extremely childish, but it works.
Thursday, June 15, 2006
Sorry Lord, but I´m busy...
Well yet again, my daily posting sprees seem like something from the good ol´days. Maybe I´ll post again on a daily basis when humans have the internet wired directly into their brains. Anywhooo... I had a job interview today, at a local catholic primary school. I know, I swore when I got out of maddox academy that I would never go into one of those places again, but necesity is the mother of most prostitution sooo... I dont know how it went. To start with the security guard wouldn´t let me in, because the woman who I set the appointment up with wasn´t there, so it did get off to a brilliant beggining. Luckily I'm not nearly as polite as my parent tried to raise me up to be, so I insisted until she let me talk to one of the other coordinators. I had a VERY short interview, during which I was told that I looked very young and that I should look into getting a degree which would make it easier to get a job. Does no one read CVs anymore?
Which brings me to my other big news... I am now officially studying psychology. I got the 15th place out of 60..which means 15 people are going to suffer terrible, unfortunate accidents so I can be Queen of... um...nevermind. Oh, yes, I nearly forgot, if I sound a bit more blond than usual, it´s because now I am. Blond, that is. I´ll post a pickie when I can bear to look at myself on the screen.
So what motivated this cruel travesity on Bodicea (for those of you that don´t know, my hair is an alien life form called exactly that, and she's constantly declaring that she's sentinent and demands political asylum. No, I'm not joking.)? Well, Resident Evil 3 is being shot in our desert, and I've been hired as an extra. I´ll be playing blond zombie #23. It's going to be too much fun. More info on this when I'm sure I wont get sued for revealing industry secrets or somesuch...
Which brings me to my other big news... I am now officially studying psychology. I got the 15th place out of 60..which means 15 people are going to suffer terrible, unfortunate accidents so I can be Queen of... um...nevermind. Oh, yes, I nearly forgot, if I sound a bit more blond than usual, it´s because now I am. Blond, that is. I´ll post a pickie when I can bear to look at myself on the screen.
So what motivated this cruel travesity on Bodicea (for those of you that don´t know, my hair is an alien life form called exactly that, and she's constantly declaring that she's sentinent and demands political asylum. No, I'm not joking.)? Well, Resident Evil 3 is being shot in our desert, and I've been hired as an extra. I´ll be playing blond zombie #23. It's going to be too much fun. More info on this when I'm sure I wont get sued for revealing industry secrets or somesuch...
Wednesday, May 31, 2006
Ridiculum
I'm actually just putting this here in case I loose my copies of it...although who am I kidding. The internet is just as vulnerable, one little sattelite gets knocked out of orbit, and thats it for the old web...oh dear whatever shall I do without my hi five account?
School Background
Elementary School
September 1991- June 1994 Roscoe Elementary School, Los Angeles,
California. Grades 1st through 3rd.
September 1994- June 1995 Canterbury Elementary School for Gifted Students, Los Angeles, California. 4th Grade
September 1995 – June 1998 Maddox Academy ( British founded), Mexico City, Mexico. Grades 4th through 6th.
Junior High School
September 1998 – June 1999 Maddox Academy, Ciudad de Mexico,
Mexico. 1st year Secondary School.
August 1999 – June 2000 St. Bernard’s High School for Girls, Westcliff-on-Sea, England. Year 11 (equivalent to 2nd year Secondary School)
High School
August 2000 – June 2001 St. Bernard’s High School for Girls, Westcliff-on-
Sea, England. AS Level and 1st Year A Level (equivalent to the 1st and 2nd years of high school education). The subjects studied included: Physics, Chemistry, Biology, Fine Art and Spanish.
August 2001 – June 2002 Rochester Grammar School for Girls, Rochester, England. 2nd Year A Level (equivalent to the 3rd and last year of high school education). The subjects studied were: Psychology, Fine Art, Critical Thinking and General Studies.
Undergraduate Studies
August 2005 – June 2006 Universidad Autónoma de Baja California, Mexicali, Baja California. Psychology Bachelor’s Degree in progress, 2nd Semester.
Language Studies
January 2003 –May 2003 Vectha, Germany 1st level German language course.
July 2003 – September 2003 Hamburg, Germany 1st and 2nd level German language course.
July 2005 – March 2006 CETYS Unisversidad, Mexicali, Baja California.
Teacher of English as a Foreign Language Certification (TEFL), in progress, 3rd Trimester.
Work Experience
July 2002 – January 2003 Translator for Firm Company, Miami, Florida. Specialized text translation for publicity purposes.
January 2003 – May 2003 Au pair, for a private family. Vechta, Germany. Responsibilities included feeding, dressing, entertaining and generally taking care of the family’s three children who ranged from the ages of 3 to 9, as well as teaching them elementary English.
January 2004 – May 2004 Hostess at the Loch Fynn Restaurant, London England. Responsibilities included providing information, making reservations, general customer service and training new employees.
January 2005 – April 2005 Daycare assistant at the Ski Hillwood daycare facility, Le Gets, France. Responsibilities included general care of children from the ages of 3 months to 14 years and in some cases transporting them to and from ski class.
Hostess at Le Chamois Chalet, Le Gets ski resort, France. Responsibilities included customer service, particularly those from England and Spain.
Hostess del Chalet Le Chamois, en el resort turístico de Le Gets. Responsabilidades incluían servicio al cliente, en particular a aquellos de procedencia sajona y española.
June 2005 Translator for Jorge Slim of Desarrollo Educativo Integral, Mexicali, Baja California. Translation of a novel for publishing.
August 2005 – June 2006-05-31 English Teacher at CETYS Universidad Language Center, Mexicali, Baja California. Teaching to level 1 beginner students of 8 to 12 years of age.
School Background
Elementary School
September 1991- June 1994 Roscoe Elementary School, Los Angeles,
California. Grades 1st through 3rd.
September 1994- June 1995 Canterbury Elementary School for Gifted Students, Los Angeles, California. 4th Grade
September 1995 – June 1998 Maddox Academy ( British founded), Mexico City, Mexico. Grades 4th through 6th.
Junior High School
September 1998 – June 1999 Maddox Academy, Ciudad de Mexico,
Mexico. 1st year Secondary School.
August 1999 – June 2000 St. Bernard’s High School for Girls, Westcliff-on-Sea, England. Year 11 (equivalent to 2nd year Secondary School)
High School
August 2000 – June 2001 St. Bernard’s High School for Girls, Westcliff-on-
Sea, England. AS Level and 1st Year A Level (equivalent to the 1st and 2nd years of high school education). The subjects studied included: Physics, Chemistry, Biology, Fine Art and Spanish.
August 2001 – June 2002 Rochester Grammar School for Girls, Rochester, England. 2nd Year A Level (equivalent to the 3rd and last year of high school education). The subjects studied were: Psychology, Fine Art, Critical Thinking and General Studies.
Undergraduate Studies
August 2005 – June 2006 Universidad Autónoma de Baja California, Mexicali, Baja California. Psychology Bachelor’s Degree in progress, 2nd Semester.
Language Studies
January 2003 –May 2003 Vectha, Germany 1st level German language course.
July 2003 – September 2003 Hamburg, Germany 1st and 2nd level German language course.
July 2005 – March 2006 CETYS Unisversidad, Mexicali, Baja California.
Teacher of English as a Foreign Language Certification (TEFL), in progress, 3rd Trimester.
Work Experience
July 2002 – January 2003 Translator for Firm Company, Miami, Florida. Specialized text translation for publicity purposes.
January 2003 – May 2003 Au pair, for a private family. Vechta, Germany. Responsibilities included feeding, dressing, entertaining and generally taking care of the family’s three children who ranged from the ages of 3 to 9, as well as teaching them elementary English.
January 2004 – May 2004 Hostess at the Loch Fynn Restaurant, London England. Responsibilities included providing information, making reservations, general customer service and training new employees.
January 2005 – April 2005 Daycare assistant at the Ski Hillwood daycare facility, Le Gets, France. Responsibilities included general care of children from the ages of 3 months to 14 years and in some cases transporting them to and from ski class.
Hostess at Le Chamois Chalet, Le Gets ski resort, France. Responsibilities included customer service, particularly those from England and Spain.
Hostess del Chalet Le Chamois, en el resort turístico de Le Gets. Responsabilidades incluían servicio al cliente, en particular a aquellos de procedencia sajona y española.
June 2005 Translator for Jorge Slim of Desarrollo Educativo Integral, Mexicali, Baja California. Translation of a novel for publishing.
August 2005 – June 2006-05-31 English Teacher at CETYS Universidad Language Center, Mexicali, Baja California. Teaching to level 1 beginner students of 8 to 12 years of age.
Friday, May 12, 2006
The time is nigh...
I typed hurriedly in the dark, the ceiling fan doing little to alleviate the blistering heat of the desert. I could see the first rays of sunlight shinning through the window, menacingly, messengers of what was to come. In vain I tried to write faster, I even plagiarized a few wikipeda archives in my despair. I hit the print button and bit my fingernails, thinking I wouldn't get a chance to have a shower before class. And that's when I heard it. The screeching wail of the printer stoping. The screen flashed a message, "Your Epson printer has run out of black ink...". My heart started beating wildly and I felt the savage urge to unplug the damn thing. I shot a glance at my watch, it was already seven a.m. and I was late again. When I turned around, she was standing there, right in front of me, smiling and getting a good nostril full of the fear and hate I was exuding. The deadline pushed her knife into my chest, sure and deadly...
Well okay, maybe I'm being an intsy witsy bit melodramatic, but thats more or less what my days have been like. My own damn fault, i know, but horrid all the same.
Today was just one of THOSE days. I got up, hugged William till he made the baby equivalent of "Mom get off, you're cramping my style." Took him to daycare and vegetated on the sofa while glancing at my watch the way you look at an ex you don't want to cath you staring. Finally when I was quite sure I was late, and I couldn't bare to watch the 8th and Ocean girls ponder about breast implants any longer, i got up, put on a "slightly lest soiled than all the rest" t-shirt and drove to uni in a daze.
Classmates later reported I manged to ace the Introduction to Science oral exam (no not that type of oral exam you pervs), by talking much, and saying very little of any substance. Afterwards we had a sickeningly sweet tanatology course which I had to walk out of, or I would have ended up asking some uncomfortable questions. Like, what was going to happen to Hermeninia the cat and her second husband when they died and went to the big kitty litter tray in the sky? Was she going to dump him for her first husband Juan Carlos, who urged her in a dream to get married again after his death?
More worringly it seems I'm a sociopath. I'm the only person in my class who isn't afraid of being alone in the woods...except at night...bunch of wuzzes. And I can't think of a moment in my life when I have experience deep loss...not to mention I have a deep disrespect for the average law and moral ethics... enough symptoms to get me commited? You've been warned...
Well okay, maybe I'm being an intsy witsy bit melodramatic, but thats more or less what my days have been like. My own damn fault, i know, but horrid all the same.
Today was just one of THOSE days. I got up, hugged William till he made the baby equivalent of "Mom get off, you're cramping my style." Took him to daycare and vegetated on the sofa while glancing at my watch the way you look at an ex you don't want to cath you staring. Finally when I was quite sure I was late, and I couldn't bare to watch the 8th and Ocean girls ponder about breast implants any longer, i got up, put on a "slightly lest soiled than all the rest" t-shirt and drove to uni in a daze.
Classmates later reported I manged to ace the Introduction to Science oral exam (no not that type of oral exam you pervs), by talking much, and saying very little of any substance. Afterwards we had a sickeningly sweet tanatology course which I had to walk out of, or I would have ended up asking some uncomfortable questions. Like, what was going to happen to Hermeninia the cat and her second husband when they died and went to the big kitty litter tray in the sky? Was she going to dump him for her first husband Juan Carlos, who urged her in a dream to get married again after his death?
More worringly it seems I'm a sociopath. I'm the only person in my class who isn't afraid of being alone in the woods...except at night...bunch of wuzzes. And I can't think of a moment in my life when I have experience deep loss...not to mention I have a deep disrespect for the average law and moral ethics... enough symptoms to get me commited? You've been warned...
Friday, May 05, 2006
Filthy Hippie
Found this test on belief net while rummaging through Muslim WakeUp!. I think it sounds about right but now I have to go find out what the hell (no pun intended) is Unitarian Universalism...
1. Neo-Pagan (100%)
2. New Age (90%)
3. Unitarian Universalism (88%)
4. Mahayana Buddhism (77%)
5. Liberal Quakers (76%)
6. New Thought (70%)
7. Scientology (68%)
8. Hinduism (67%)
9. Secular Humanism (66%)
10. Reform Judaism (61%)
11. Mainline to Liberal Christian Protestants (59%)
12. Theravada Buddhism (58%)
13. Taoism (58%)
14. Christian Science (Church of Christ, Scientist) (56%)
15. Sikhism (50%)
16. Jainism (49%)
17. Bah�'� Faith (48%)
18. Orthodox Quaker (38%)
19. Nontheist (36%)
20. Orthodox Judaism (31%)
21. Islam (28%)
22. Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints (Mormons) (22%)
23. Seventh Day Adventist (17%)
24. Mainline to Conservative Christian/Protestant (16%)
25. Eastern Orthodox (14%)
26. Roman Catholic (14%)
27. Jehovah's Witness (11%)
1. Neo-Pagan (100%)
2. New Age (90%)
3. Unitarian Universalism (88%)
4. Mahayana Buddhism (77%)
5. Liberal Quakers (76%)
6. New Thought (70%)
7. Scientology (68%)
8. Hinduism (67%)
9. Secular Humanism (66%)
10. Reform Judaism (61%)
11. Mainline to Liberal Christian Protestants (59%)
12. Theravada Buddhism (58%)
13. Taoism (58%)
14. Christian Science (Church of Christ, Scientist) (56%)
15. Sikhism (50%)
16. Jainism (49%)
17. Bah�'� Faith (48%)
18. Orthodox Quaker (38%)
19. Nontheist (36%)
20. Orthodox Judaism (31%)
21. Islam (28%)
22. Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints (Mormons) (22%)
23. Seventh Day Adventist (17%)
24. Mainline to Conservative Christian/Protestant (16%)
25. Eastern Orthodox (14%)
26. Roman Catholic (14%)
27. Jehovah's Witness (11%)
Tuesday, May 02, 2006
Consider it research...
Yet another internet quiz courtesy of Rachel...but this isn't like the other quizes you've been with...
My Personal Dna Report
My Personal Dna Report
Sunday, April 30, 2006
Help! Somebody stop me before I blog again!
Argh. I have to make a powerpoint presentation about a book i haven't read yet, scan fotos, design velcro t-shirts (don't ask), go visit old people in an asylum, and evaluate a co-worker, and that's just for tuesday. Stupid OK cupid.
I think this proves that the test is complete unreliable...and I must confess I don't entirely understand this next one...
And I dont know why a section of the test was entitled "Purity". Most of the questions had the term philia in them, which answers why that's where I got the highest score...
| somewhat psycho You are 39% psycho! |
| You are actually pretty normal. You have a little psycho in you, but just enough to be fun and entertaining. You make your friends laugh and you can have a good time. You don't live in fear of weird things and you don't have any strange habits. Good for you! |
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My test tracked 1 variable How you compared to other people your age and gender:
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| Link: The Psycho Test written by WildAngel79 on Ok Cupid, home of the 32-Type Dating Test |
I think this proves that the test is complete unreliable...and I must confess I don't entirely understand this next one...
| You scored 58% Blase, 81% Satisfied, and 44% Obsequious! |
| It works like this: If you're up on Blas�, I recommend you should follow Stoicism. The more Blas� and Satisfied you are, the easier you can deal with shit. If you're up on Satisfied, you should do some more thinking about life. The more Satisfied and Obsequious, the more open-minded you should be. If you're up on Obsequious, you really ought to stay awake for 72 hours. |
My test tracked 3 variables How you compared to other people your age and gender:
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| Link: The Truth Be Told Harder Test written by Conphas on Ok Cupid, home of the 32-Type Dating Test |
And I dont know why a section of the test was entitled "Purity". Most of the questions had the term philia in them, which answers why that's where I got the highest score...
| You scored 40% Music, 40% Games, 80% Purity, and 60% Phobias! |
| Congratulations! You've survived my late-night ramblings test of death. Now, go out with the knowledge you've learned and save the world. Or something. |
My test tracked 4 variables How you compared to other people your age and gender:
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| Link: The Obscure Knowledge Test written by faxcelestis on Ok Cupid, home of the 32-Type Dating Test |
Friday, April 28, 2006
Bwahaha....ha...
So, theres less than a month left of term, I'm up to my eyebrows in homework, and I need to get over and done with the revalidation of my high school studies so to as not get kicked out of high school. So what am I doing? Looking at The Vampire Name Generator.... courtesy of one of Rachel's friends...
This is what it has to say about my first name and paternal last name:
This is what it has to say about my first name and paternal last name:
The Great Archives determine you to have gone by the identity:
Poppy West
Known in some parts of the world as:
Minerva of The Tormented
The Great Archives Record:
A soul in torment and tumult - hell of their own making!
Sounds about right. Now just my second name and maternal last name:
The Great Archives determine you to have gone by the identity:
Enid Burns
Known in some parts of the world as:
Aphrodite of The Hungry
The Great Archives Record:
One of the poor who howl at the door of the Rosary and the garlic strung cross.
Okay, that sounds far more appropriate and is slightly scary since my first boyfriends name is Burns...coincidence, or synchronicity? You be the judge....
Now I can go do important stuff in peace...oh but what's this... The Original Fairy Name Generator? Well, maybe just the one...
Your fairy is called Feather Iceglitter
She is a bone chilling bringer of justice for the vulnerable.
She lives in high places where the clouds meet the earth.
She is only seen in the light of a shooting star.
She wears pale blue like the sky. She has icy blue butterfly wings.
...I liked the vampire ones more....
Your fairy is called Bramble Saturnshimmer
She is a trouble maker.
She lives in leafy dells and bluebell glades.
She is only seen when the first flowers begin to blossom.
She wears bluebell-blue dresses. She has delicate pale pink wings like a cicada.
That's more like it. Sigh, if only I didn't have so many names, I might actually get some work done....
Saturday, April 22, 2006
My bonnie went over the ocean...
Hey boys and girls. Sorry about the long radio silence, but it's been a long couple of weeks. Mom's TV show is kicking off, theres only one month of term left (oh bugger, bugger, bugger!), and I have a new blog, in glorious español, entitled "Malinchista Yo?!". Its basically where I put my favourite uni essays and short tidbits of my life and local news. Go check it out even if you can't read in Spanish, at least youll show up on my site meter ;)...
I went to circus workshop a couple of weeks ago with the kids, and it was amazing. When I finished my A levels, it was my dream to run off and join the circus, because I knew i would never be able to afford to go to university in the U.K. Anyone can run off with the circus, you don't need a stupid degree to do that, right? Wrong. I soon found out I needed a degree in Circus Arts. Oh well it would have been fun, but I would have probably fallen off a trapeeze or something. Word of advice for any young things dreaming about running away with the circus though, go to Montreal, trust me.
In other news, it's election season here and Mexico, and most of the candidates suck. The good news is that Mexicans outside the country can vote now, so if you're far away from home paisano, please, please, vote for Patricia Mercado. She's promising to make abortion AND marihuana legal. Need I say more?
I went to circus workshop a couple of weeks ago with the kids, and it was amazing. When I finished my A levels, it was my dream to run off and join the circus, because I knew i would never be able to afford to go to university in the U.K. Anyone can run off with the circus, you don't need a stupid degree to do that, right? Wrong. I soon found out I needed a degree in Circus Arts. Oh well it would have been fun, but I would have probably fallen off a trapeeze or something. Word of advice for any young things dreaming about running away with the circus though, go to Montreal, trust me.
In other news, it's election season here and Mexico, and most of the candidates suck. The good news is that Mexicans outside the country can vote now, so if you're far away from home paisano, please, please, vote for Patricia Mercado. She's promising to make abortion AND marihuana legal. Need I say more?
Thursday, March 16, 2006
Oh Blogeria...
... I beg of you to deliver this post from reboots or Not Found messages....
Somethings gotta give, right? Short update for the week, my university had a book fair this wekk, at which: 1) I bought William the most subversive children's story I've read in a long time, "Painting Mice". Get it for your kids! 2) And I got "The Guide to Being a Perfect Bitch" in spanish. Some of you might think I don't need it, but practice and updating make perfect.
Work has been lazy this week. I let the kids watch "Sharkboy and Lavagirl" and play on the computers 2 days out of 4. Actually, letting them use the computer lab is quite stressful, as the machines are slow and they have short attention spans...
In other news I'm in the middle of a little storm of existential angst. Too much Platon and Aristotle at university mixed in with a hazardous viewing and debate of "Contact". Does the Universe exist? Do I exist? I guess these questions often seem a bit pointless, but in a roundabout way, that IS the point. Nothing is true everything is permisable. So then why get so hung up about a pair of shoes, or a pair of men for that matter?? The most annoying part is I already went through this when I was 15 to 17, and I don't need to go through that particular part of puberty again...
Somethings gotta give, right? Short update for the week, my university had a book fair this wekk, at which: 1) I bought William the most subversive children's story I've read in a long time, "Painting Mice". Get it for your kids! 2) And I got "The Guide to Being a Perfect Bitch" in spanish. Some of you might think I don't need it, but practice and updating make perfect.
Work has been lazy this week. I let the kids watch "Sharkboy and Lavagirl" and play on the computers 2 days out of 4. Actually, letting them use the computer lab is quite stressful, as the machines are slow and they have short attention spans...
In other news I'm in the middle of a little storm of existential angst. Too much Platon and Aristotle at university mixed in with a hazardous viewing and debate of "Contact". Does the Universe exist? Do I exist? I guess these questions often seem a bit pointless, but in a roundabout way, that IS the point. Nothing is true everything is permisable. So then why get so hung up about a pair of shoes, or a pair of men for that matter?? The most annoying part is I already went through this when I was 15 to 17, and I don't need to go through that particular part of puberty again...
Tuesday, March 14, 2006
Redhead, eat your heart out...
Right, not about to post the longest article in blogger history as I have sooooooooo much homework, but here's a photo of the rockstar, Steve Rothery (a.k.a. the guitarrist from Marillion), and what appears to be the hunchback of Notredam....
Saturday, March 11, 2006
Grrrrrr@$%%
Argh, I had just finished writing one of the longest, most heartfelt posts I've ever put type to...and then my computer restarted...so instead you get, well, my musings about why blogger always tells me it's saving a draft but I never have any saved drafts???Now I need to go see the internet about an Italian bisexual...
Monday, January 23, 2006
And it seems like a lie, watching my life passing me by while I wait by the window for you to come by...
Seems like forever since I last posted. It's really only been 13 days. Lucky number? Well, William has been ill for more than a month now, in fact wer'e all still coughing. I can't wait for summer, it's hard to believe I'm missing the disastrously dehydrating Mexicali heat. I guess the grass really is greener on the other side. I'm also looking forward to eating seafod filled coconuts, which the local coconut place only makes in the summer. For the moment I'm making due with coconuts with peanuts and chili.
The children are all back in school and I've been sleeping till 9 a.m. on a daily basis. Oh sloth, I wish you'd leave me. Mom's been working at a salon spaish place, with the biggest fairy in town. He's been trying to drag her down to the local gay club. And he gave me a nice haircut. Now, I haven't cut my hair in about 3 years and the times I have done in the past I haven't been too happy with it (except the time I shaved it ALL off), but I'm quite pleased with this one. Photos when I get the camera back from the gym...dad's using them for "before" and "after" photos. AH I don't think I've posted about this yet. Dad opened a gym. It's running well, especially with all the New Years resolutions that haven't fissled out yet.
I have to go cook lentils now...more later...
The children are all back in school and I've been sleeping till 9 a.m. on a daily basis. Oh sloth, I wish you'd leave me. Mom's been working at a salon spaish place, with the biggest fairy in town. He's been trying to drag her down to the local gay club. And he gave me a nice haircut. Now, I haven't cut my hair in about 3 years and the times I have done in the past I haven't been too happy with it (except the time I shaved it ALL off), but I'm quite pleased with this one. Photos when I get the camera back from the gym...dad's using them for "before" and "after" photos. AH I don't think I've posted about this yet. Dad opened a gym. It's running well, especially with all the New Years resolutions that haven't fissled out yet.
I have to go cook lentils now...more later...
Friday, January 06, 2006
It's time to take a break when your legs are black and blue...
Yes, I made it through the holiday season another year, and I have to admit this Christmas was not only bearable, but down right nice. Perhaps long gone are the days when I spent Christmas speculating how maNy eyeballs I could fit on a toothpick, or pretending to shoot my brains out (both much more fun and less morbid than you probably imagine...go on try it...pretending of course...). I hope all your holidays were just as nice as mine. Though I doubt anyone got as many presents as me, without triying to be a spoiled brat, honestly. I'll post the photos, promise. Speaking of which...
The small but cozy elite from UABC, exchanging gifts. I got the nice green jacket from Tania, who received the spunky bag and a bracelet from moi. Claudia and Chava gave each other clothes. Ahh and Claudia brought sushi, which seems to be this festivity's choice dish. I also forced them to watch 31 Minutos, because it rocks!
This is the family on the 23rd when my sisters arrived with their boyfriends. William and I are sitting on the abundant luggage.
The family also went on a two day trip to Rosarito and the surrounding area, including but not limited to: smoking hookah, eating lobster, driving up and down in Ensenada, sleping in the coldest hotel ever, going to La Bufadora to see a natuural high pressure water show, an aztec dancer, the strangest collection of dead sea creatures I've ever seen, and driving forever to eat clams. It was fun.
One of William's presents is a traditional arab suit. My dad couldn't resist donning his and walking out into the street. I suspect my son is the reencarnation of some royal soul, because he immediately mastered the strange wave that the queen of England tends to use.
This week we took a trip to San Diego and Los Angeles and spent far too much money, but it was worth it because I have lovely pink shoes now.
So, thats the main stuff. I'm as bit blue since my sister Siobhan left for Mexico today with her boyfriend and our aunt, and it'll probably be quite a while before we see each other again. My other sister, Elizabeth is leaving tomorrow. Ce la vi.
The small but cozy elite from UABC, exchanging gifts. I got the nice green jacket from Tania, who received the spunky bag and a bracelet from moi. Claudia and Chava gave each other clothes. Ahh and Claudia brought sushi, which seems to be this festivity's choice dish. I also forced them to watch 31 Minutos, because it rocks!
This is the family on the 23rd when my sisters arrived with their boyfriends. William and I are sitting on the abundant luggage.
The family also went on a two day trip to Rosarito and the surrounding area, including but not limited to: smoking hookah, eating lobster, driving up and down in Ensenada, sleping in the coldest hotel ever, going to La Bufadora to see a natuural high pressure water show, an aztec dancer, the strangest collection of dead sea creatures I've ever seen, and driving forever to eat clams. It was fun.
One of William's presents is a traditional arab suit. My dad couldn't resist donning his and walking out into the street. I suspect my son is the reencarnation of some royal soul, because he immediately mastered the strange wave that the queen of England tends to use.
This week we took a trip to San Diego and Los Angeles and spent far too much money, but it was worth it because I have lovely pink shoes now.
So, thats the main stuff. I'm as bit blue since my sister Siobhan left for Mexico today with her boyfriend and our aunt, and it'll probably be quite a while before we see each other again. My other sister, Elizabeth is leaving tomorrow. Ce la vi.
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