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Smith Lightens My Horizon

Today, I was informed online that I had been accepted into Smith College. I learned that my friend -S- also got in.

I’m so happy. I’m so happy!! My dad was very proud! When I ran down to tell him, he made a funny motion with his fist and said “YES! I KNEW IT!” in Spanish.  He then just HAD to check all my other colleges, even if they won’t post the decision yet. ❤ I’m really happy! My mom was happy but I had to tell her through chat. I think I’m making them proud = D

My dad says we might travel together during Semana Santa to visit my top 3 choices when I find out about all of my colleges. I’m both looking forwards to and terrified by it.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! Like -S- says, “2 down, 7 to go”.


Dad and Books!

My dad came back from his business trip to Boston, which makes me a very, very happy kid. Additionally, he talked to a trustee of Mount Holyoke, who reassured him and through him me, that I’m probably going to have a good time getting into colleges. I certainly hope so.

My dad is baaaack *sings* I really missed him, especially since soon I’m going to have to go away to college, and well, I’m going to miss my family. He also got me some two shirts even though I didn’t ask him for any – I specified books, and maybe a pashmina, jajaja! He’s been amazing so far, no fights etc, and I’m just… overjoyed his back.

THE CRUX of this post, however, is the list of books my dad got on his trip! Here they are! I can’t wait to read them!

My Requests

He wasn’t able to get all of my requests, obviously, but he did amazingly well. I gave him two authors, a few specific recommendations from Mr. Pruzinksy, my English Teacher, and requested some books about Third Culture Kids. My dad was really impressed with Mr. P’s recommendations, as well as my request for Earth Democrac. He plans on reading them as well, so I guess these are going to become family books.

  • Earth Democracy – Vandana Shiva
  • What is the What – Dave Eggers
  • Drown – Junot Diaz
  • Terrier – Tamora Pierce
  • Unrooted Childhoods; Memoirs of Growing Up Global – Anthology
  • Third Culture Kids: The Experience of Growing Up Among Worlds – David C. Pollock and Ruth E. Van Reken
  • A Gift of Dragons – Anne McCaffrey

Family

  • Dreams from My Father – Barrack Obama [Everybody is going to be reading this…]
  • The River of Doubt – Candice Millard [He got this for my brother but really recommends it to me as well]
  • 2009 State of the World: into a warming world – the Worldwatch Institute [We are getting a lot of books and reading regarding this subject in my family. My dad says this was an amazing book.]

Of course, he brought magazines and a few candies as well, but it’s the books that I like the most. Besides, I’m glad I can hug my dad again, and I’m all the more aware how I’m going to miss my family.

Gods above and below, I am grateful for my family and life.


Something Good This Way Comes

Things are looking up a lot since my last post – and for a while now. I just couldn’t bring myself to write about it, since I needed to  let the wave of happiness take its course without redirecting it by writing the blog post.

I probably just confused everybody there.

But a number of good things have been going on since, and quite a few are college related. Life is becoming happier and I feel much better, not as much stress. I feel I can actually tackle my school work and come out winning now that the family issue is not so threatening.

First off, I had two college interviews by phone. Well, one wasn’t so much an interview, but rather sounded more like they were trying to convince me to go to Mt Holyoke. That was rather nice and flattering actually, especially when the trustee said that the office of admissions had called me “Hot Property”.  While I think that “property” is a very wonky term (I’m person! Not an object! I am not owned!) I’m just going to go ahead and take that as a compliment and a good sign for the future.

The second interview was Bennington, and I really enjoyed talking to the woman, even if we kept getting some Skype glitches. I learned some very interesting things about Bennington, especially its Environmentally friendly policies (YAY!) and other details. Suffice to say, I was really happy, I think the woman was happy, and I think that it gave a good impression.

Oh… additionally, talking about Bennington… yesterday I received an email notification that I HAVE BEEN ACCEPTED! MY FIRST ACCEPTANCE TO A COLLEGE! =’ ) I feel very, very happy, and it’s like I reached my first milestone. The two college interviews themselves were enough to get me into a “music high” when I had them (I think I scared a few friends over MSN because I was typing really fast, in capslock at times, and very, very hyper as I blasted music and ocassionally dissapeared to dance to my music.)

I think there was more I wanted to say, but I am extremely happy right now, and I’ll just go do my homework. (My family situation, btw, is better, but still has its problems. I’m hoping it won’t explode again and we’ll be able to fix this.)

PS: To those who were here for the Avatar Casting Fracas, I’ll start updating again – I’m sorry I zoned out of it, but I had a lot to deal with : ( But I shall! *determination*


Open Skies, Restful Mind, and a Joyful Spirit: Bolivia

It’s really hard for me to explain how much visiting my family means to me, and how much it affects me. It’s hard to put to words how the landscape itself means peace to me, how deeply ingrained it is that the beautiful red, purple tints in the earth, the rock formations, mean my roots and my spiritual haven. Anytime I come, I actually think or feel spiritual. To me, La Paz is… La Paz is… it’s home.

Partly it is because of my family. Correction: it is the most essential part of the whole experience, actually. But it is strange to think of how tied in the landscape is, the way I literally stare at my city like I’m trying to drink it with my eyes. I am parched. My soul becomes parched, my mind, my heart, everything is suddenly filled with what I don’t always realize I need. It’s liberating. It’s vital to me. Can you imagine how I felt after two years?

It was going home.

Watching the immigrations official look at our passports, feeling the chilly air spinning around me at around two in the morning, the light headed feeling I get from the oxygen deprival in that altitude… felt so unreal. I could hardly believe I was home. It only really started hitting me when we walked outside the airport, and I was almost hit by the fresh, clean, cold air. The tang of Eucalyptus, the way the air felt so much more… alive. Clear. It even tasted of home! It was such a strange difference to the musty, oppresive air in Lima I had become so used to…

Silently watching the taxi driver my aunt had hired to pick us up, Poli, load our suitcases up, drives us down, down from El Alto to La Paz, wondering at how open the sky was, how clear… how free…

The sky in La Paz could almost literally pull my soul up.

I don’t know how to tell you what it feels like when for the first time in two years you drive down the steep winding road to see your home unfolding itself. To see the walls, the mountain, the spires, lit under the street lamps and feel something squeeze you inside and reassure you that this was real, that it… that this place belongs to you. La Paz is a gorgeous place; the spires, the mountains, the colours, the… the… I’m tearing up just remembering the ride.

Of course, I was somewhat grounded when Poli started discussing with my mom about the way that the crime rate had started increasing. La Paz has also been a pretty calm place, as far as I remember. I always boast (yes, boast) of how much safer it is than the other countries I’ve lived in (although, honestly, a lot of places are a lot safer than Honduras, and Peru isn’t exactly clean, either). I guess I really am more of the Air element, but that I lose my head in the clouds isn’t news; my father always says I’m in “la luna de Paita” (The moon of Paita: an expression).

Getting “home”, or really, my aunt’s home, was extremely calming too. While it was pretty damn early, my aunt and one of my cousins received us and helped us climb the flight of stairs with our bags. (Note to altitude newbs: If you are at around 3000 meters above sea level, don’t carry anything heavy for the first few days, or you will suffer from Sorojchi, altitude sickness. Trust me, you don’t want it. It comes from your body not getting enough oxygen from the thinner air. After a few days, your body has produced more red blood cells so you absorb more oxygen from the less condensed amount there. Oddly enough, it has been noted that returning to sea level by airplane after being in altitude results in swollen feet.)

My cousins are lovely people.

The youngest, who was there, is a very talented, interesting young man (I feel weird calling him that… but he is. Or is it man by now? o-o;). He actually does graphic design, although I have seen him in my mind as a healer for a long time now. (Don’t ask… well, Steph can, I guess : D Oh Gtalk.) He is a pretty damn talented photographer, uses photoshop very creatively, and actually gets paid for it (although that has it’s share of troubles…). I only wish he would put his art online, because I’m pretty sure he could sell prints that way, and I like keeping track of things of that. You only have to see the number of artists I watch on deviantArt!).  I sometimes find it very hard to communicate with him, but I think sometimes just listening to him is enough. My cousins are very refreshing people. *nods*

The oldest, who came three (or two?) days later, a very spiritual woman. I love my cousin Diani, and I’m very happy to say that we (and a few others!) travelled together away from parents to Koroico. (More on that later.) She’s had a long journey to finding what she wants to do (education) but I’m happy my cousin is such a mature woman… I liked sharing with her a lot, and I’m glad my brother got very close to her too. It’s surprising how easily we all reconnect despite the long separations. I also deeply admire her, and hope to someday be as happy as she is… to be honest, mosto f my family seems really happy. Diani is a really sweet cousin too ❤ so it was easier to hug her and feel at peace. (I also discovered that I’m not very good at expressing love through words this vacation, but I think my hugs took care of the whole thing.)

The middle child, who I unfortunately saw for a really short time, as he arrived days before we left, is studying cinematography in Buenos Aires. He is doing very well from what I hear, and while I didn’t really get to talk to him a lot (I ended up writing a note saying that even though we hadn’t talked much, I had missed him a lot and was glad he was there, so that he could find it on returning one late night), he is also somebody I’m proud to be related to. Honestly, it’s hard to say how much I love my cousins, and I really think my mom’s side of the family has something I see little in other families… it is a lot more united than my dad’s side, although I would say that side is uniquely temperamental.

My aunt is a very special woman who has supported these three children very well, from my impression, and is actually my godmother. Seeing as how she is the one that always welcomes us, it makes sense that I would love her. Oh dammit, I love my whole family, all of them, and my mind is going mushy from thinking about them, which might be why my descriptions of them are slowly deterioating. I also don’t want to give too much information away. Let me say that I love her very much, that special little witch (don’t worry, it’s her nickname), and her warmth and support, the way she always considers what we want when we get home after a long time (such as a very big box of Salteñas so we can delight in the taste) is special. Honestly, my aunt gives a lot of her to all of us.

After arriving, we spent most of the time acclimatizing, watching movies (By the way, Wall-e is adorable), and my doing the sundry task of homework. (I read and took notes of 17 chapters in my big book on computers for my ITGS class, so I’d say I did pretty well). Unfortunately, my mom got sick, and said it was probably becasue she “was waiting for a safe place to collapse and be sick in” as she “had been on the edge of being sick for a long time now”. We also went to the Tennis Club we belong to (well, my brother and I went) and met a good (old) friend. While we actually didn’t really do anything after seeing each other in the club, it was nice to see him. I actually wanted to go out with my closer friend, his older sister, who is currently studying in Germany, but she wasn’t there. The same, too, with his older brother, who is hilarious and can get along with anybody, but he was also away, studying in France. It’s funny, because my mom commented that she would have liked me to date a guy like that. (Honestly, mom, when did you become a matchmaker? Although I do approve of the choice, I did think of him as a friend first than a love interest.) But that is a different subject.

My brother was also a lot nice, and sweeter, throughout the whole stay. I’m pretty happy about that, and hopefully it will last a while now we’re back in Lima.

I also want to stop a moment and say two magical words: Salteña. Chairo. Those two dishes I missed dearly! Hmmm, the taste of good old Bolivian food… Lima might be the culinary capital of Latin America, but I seriously missed my heritage in the form of food. (I am aware that Salteñas can be found in Lima, and we buy them every so often from a Bolivian lady who lives here, but honestly, the ones in La Paz are better. Hmmmmm *lost in daydreams*)

I mentioned that I travelled with my cousin, didn’t I?

Well, we went to Coroico, and had a great time. We went with another cousin, (more of my cousin’s cousin, but…), her cousin’s maid’s daughter (who is like a sister to her), and a friend of theirs, (who was great, too!). We stayed at somebody’s friend’s house, which was somewhat away from the town so we would end up hiking carefully so we don’t slip in the mud for about 30 minutes to get back to where we were staying. I am pretty happy to report that I am reasonable at cooking in a team (though it was pretty easy cooking), and that we all got along lovely. I’m pretty glad I made new friends, and Laura (my cousin’s cousin’s sister in all but blood) and I shared a lot of tastes; namely, Harry Potter and reading. On the bus ride to Coroico, we spent hours discussing it and the characters, what happened, and how good the books where (and what the bad parts were). I loved talking to her, partly because she was the closes to my age at 16, while the others are… what? Nearly 30? (I suck at ages). Mati, (cousin’s cousin) was also a very fun person to have and talk to, although she did contribute the least to the kitchen. Mari (friend) also guided me through some questions I had (wooo, holistic practices! *shot*). Diani, (cousin) was just plain charming and a love to have all around.

While we were there, we went to some beautiful cascades, and swam there. While the only negative thing in the whole trip happened there, (Laura’s glasses and my sunglasses were stolen), I must say, they were beautiful, and wading to stand underneath the first cascade that felt like hail on our skin was incredibly invigorating. There really is something beautiful in nature, and we all thanked the cascade. The second one we went to was almost like a public pool, although it was pretty fun to swim there. The odd and funny thing was that when we arrived, a group of guys asked to have a photo taken of them with us. (They probably ended up showing them off and saying “see the gringa I hanged out with?” Or perhaps they said we were gauchas, but the truth is very few people realize we are Paceñas.) On the way back we bought some deliciously juicy mangos. We also went to some pools, one in a really nice hotel, Hotel Gloria, so I would recommend it for the view and the architecture, as the place used to be the prefecture or something like that.

We also went dancing for three nights at the discos. We ended up prefering one over the others (Tropical? Paraiso? Dammit, I forgot it’s name!) because it had a far more diverse selection of music, and a lot of more space to dance at. I can honestly say that Laura and I outdanced everybody. We felt like Queens of the dancefloor, and the three older girls kept commenting that we made “bolsa” (literally, “bags”) out of them. The owner was so pleased we livened up his place so much he actually ended up giving us a free round of delicious drinks (something “Yungeño” I believe, I think it was maracuya with Singani? Disclaimer: I did not get drunk. Although I did drink. ) While most of the time we spent the time with beer, we kept burning the alcohol with the dancing. I love this part of latin american culture: the habit of going out dancing. I’m not too fond of the guys who keep approaching you even when you say “no” many times, (Gods, one of those guys was particularly insistent all night with ALL of us!), but we deal. I also got another of those guys who asked to have a photo of him with me – hilarious! I actually told him I was Paceña, so he was very surprised (to my hilarity). We had a lot of fun, and met a friend of Mati’s, and her mother, with whom I’m very impressed due to her ability to dance, dance, dance, and have fun. (Laura and I are still Queens though, jajajaja!)

The after-effect of all that dancing is that the last two nights were spent in peace because we were simply too tired. Our legs were killing us too.. it literally hurt the soles of my feet to walk the fourth day. But we had our fun.

Overall, it was a very good trip, and I am extremely happy I had it. In college, I definitely need to make a group of “backpacker” friends, although that requires a special type of people… (and not so much rich Limean kids who are used to everything. You should have heard how the girls kept complaining in the Tambopata trip!) Although when we returned, we did all fall sick from spending so much time walking around in wet clothes. (Hey, the cascades and pools, with no towels, meant walking around wet till we dried out in the sun!)

When I returned, my cousin Eto had returned from his trip to Chile! This cousin is on my dad’s side, and my uncle and my dad are actually… not on good terms, but it was really good to see him and my uncle. My father’s side of my family is pretty unique if I may say, as in food loving, temperamental and world jogging people go. (I think that it seems almost like they can’t live in the same city, because seeing each other so much would result in fighting, but oh well. I love my family and we do our best to get past stuff like this.)

This is a very sweet cousin, and although he has gotten shyer than the last time, we has a great time once we got back on track, which didn’t take too long. I got to meet one of his friends too, and slept over at his house twice, (once at his mom’s place, another at his dad’s).  He also had the amazing game that is Okami, and I have decided that is one game I need to buy and pass before I move away (if I move to University…). Eto was also pretty fun to talk to, and I’m really glad we had the sleepovers. My brother and I also went with him to a grill at my uncle’s girlfriend’s house (wait… does “girlfriend” apply at that age?) It was funny, because I kept flip flopping between the younger generation (brother and cousin) and the adults there. There were these two adorable Brazilian kids there, and while at times I found it hard to understand them, we got along just fine. I ate… and ate… and ate… and was happy all around. Definitely characteristic of my dad’s side of the family, to be honest.

I also had my two uncles (mom’s side of the family) there. The youngest is my lovely sweet uncle, with an adorable chatty and imaginative son of 5 (Adorableadorabletalkslikearadiokidwhosaysthemostamazingthingsforakid), with whom it is great to be with and and… I’m already melting in the happiness of remembering. It’s really hard to describe him though, so I think I will move on <-<; sorry people, but I also think this post is getting exceedingly large.

My other uncle, my mom’s oldest brother, is a very spiritual genius who is very, very unique. I love him too, and have to say that has the most interesting topics and works. He once wrote a book based on his friendship with an Andean shaman, and knows a lot about Andean cloths and the meaning of the patterns and weaves.

Gah, I really can’t explain my family. Let me mention that I didn’t see two members (my aunt and my other cousin…) but I was thinking about them. I love you Lauri and Mane!

Let me finish with my family’s last big dinner. My cousin, who has studied well, culinary studies, made a Paella for the whole family, and brought his son. For the first time, I saw my nephew… yes. I am a tia. My cousin has a gorgeous three month old boy who will “talk” at you for a long time, as if really talking to your or trying to talk to you, and the most charming smile, a sweet face and eyes, the cutest hands and… yes, I am smitten, from only seeing him once. I was excited to see him, (and his father), because I had been unable to see them before. I had been waiting for a long time to see my nephew, and well…

When I was holding him, I started to cry in happiness.

I love my family. I love La Paz. I love Bolivia.

It’s been one of the happiest 18 daysof my life.


Bringing In Our Year With Grand Style, and Lists

First, I want you to listen to this song:

Has the video loaded? Will it play while you read this? Good. We’re starting this blog post with cheerful, dynamic energy.

My new years was a very pleasant day. Finished editing my art portfolio site for college, which is now added to my links list on this blog. Look to the left! I also added a “new” theme – “new” because I have used it before. When I get back from my trip home to Bolivia, I’ll edit the headers and perhaps use a different theme, but I wanted a fresher and paler theme than my last one, which felt too formal.

Returning to my last day in lil’ ole ’08, after the last edits in the portfolio, I underwent a massive cleaning/organizing spree. My desk is now nearly empty (I have a few things that will vacate this space once I regain my room), which feels a bit odd. I don’t want clutter, but I definitely feel like something is missing, so I added a few sketches and arts-in-progress so that my desk feels more productive. I am pelased to say that most of my stuff is a lot more organized, and that I plan on keeping it that way!

Because I was busy organizing until around 10 pm yesterday, my mom was left alone in the kitchen (usually my dad loves helping and ordering and taking over there… but he was rebooting my brother’s computer, as he lost all of his files), but she still put out a delicious dinner for the whole family – which this time, included my uncle, his wife, and my five year old cousin. Unfortunately, I couldn’t find my yellow underwear (Yes, I am talking about my underwear. See, Latin America has a tradition where if you wear underwear of a particular colour, the next year will be better in a particular way. Yellow can be money, luck, love, depending on the country. Green is sometimes for money, red for love… it really varies from place to place to place. You get the idea. I wear yellow for overall Good Fortune In All And Everything.) We had delicious soft salmon, some odd pasta which tasted much better than I expected and still want, asparagus, camote puree, and a dessert of apple crumble and ice cream. My uncle and aunt (I’m still getting used to her as an aunt) helped her in the making, mostly in the slicing of the food.

Then, of course, it was midnight, where my brother opened a bottle of the champagne, and we all had a glass (well, some of us had two), as we went to our little balcony to watch the fireworks. Soon, we ended up putting our music set, and placed The Red Army Choir to play grandly as we talked and enjoyed ourselves. All in all, a very nice and peaceful end of the year.

I don’t know how to tell how psyched I am right now, as I feel a lot more free and energetic. 2008 was definitely a quite good year, despite college and school stress; I managed. I’d like to thank 2008 for not inflicting me with crushes or infatuations in school, excessive friend drama, no sudden dips in my grades, and a relatively accident-free time. 2008 is also the year that Obama was elected President, so I’ll take that as a good sign of what is to come. As it is, 2008 had its share of dissapointments, the biggest of which is in myself… so!

New Years Resolutions!

Blog wise:

  • Change my theme and personalize it a lot more
  • Finish adding and editing my Blogroll and Links
  • Catch up on on those overdue posts (Creamfields, Tambopata, Analysis ala Sociological Images, etc..)
  • Edit my categories, and categorize each post
  • Add a page of the webcomics I read

Additionally, I want to thank everybody who takes their time to read this blog, and including those who came with the influx of the Avatar Cast Movie posts – I hope you found those useful, and I thank you for taking the time to get informed and writing to make a difference!

More Ok Go goodness, but their songs make me really happy!

School and work wise:

  • Make notes for all my IB classes so I am ready for the IB exams that are looming nearer. Two year’s material!
  • Not allow stress to get to me
  • Organize my assignments, my materials, my locker, to avoid the mess that 2008 has had
  • Do all my financial aid forms and required materials AHEAD of time.
  • Finish the big ITGS project

Health and Habits wise:

  • Organize my room once it is vacated, and keep it that way throughout the year (Includes closet and clothes, art’s drawer, hygiene drawer, jewelry drawer)
  • Enter a workout schedule weekly or daily so I get in shape (10 minutes exercise in the morning, every other day 30 minute jog with dog)
  • Stop eating cheese and cracker snacks each afternoon! Eat fruit and drink water instead!
  • Fix my sleeping habits and schedule, it is insane.
  • Fix my work habits.

Personal:

  • Draw more! I feel I have been leaving my art to the side to finish my schoolwork, and I want to develop it and improve!
  • Work on my personal graphic novel story… actually set the story in paper and design my characters.
  • Stay in contact with everybody I love (work got in the way…)
  • Stay as happy as I have been, despite everything.

I hope everybody else has a wonderful year too, and I hope we get past any troubles we run into. I also want to stop right now and thank for my parnets (though they are unaware of the existance of this blog). Mom, thank you for helping and understanding me all this year, for your invaluable advice. Dad, thank you for your input, and for learning a bit more how to hold your temper in check… though part of it is because my brother and I are getting better at dismissing you when you get out of hand. (Seriously dad..). Juanga, dear brother… thank you for… the sweet moments, when they come up. It’s really odd to think it’s my last year of high school, that 2009… that it really is the time for S09. Wow.

To Steph: thanks for reading my rants, joining my rants, and telling me when I am messing up with your subtle tactics… Thank you for being there for me, and for confiding in me, and for helping me in my messy chaos. You are and admirable appear-everywhere-do-everything-friend, and honestly, this year would not have been the same without you. We need to get out more together, grab some Starbucks, and then get you at my house so we can play some lovely wii and laugh at… well, everything.

To Patrick: I know I haven’t been online on msn lately, so we won’t get to talk until I get back from Bolivia, probably. Sorry about that, so hopefully you’ll remember this blog exists and read this little message. Thanks for staying despite the huge workload you have (Btw, Mr. 7-in-chem-and-physics, how the hell do you do it?!), and despite the difficulty in communication with you (lets face it, talking is sometimes confusing and hard, and you love making me so frustrated I can’t articulate anything in debates, but then, you ARE in the debate team), and for being my friend. You need to come again so you can beat me at Brawl some more.

To Insun: I know you won’t be reading this, because I haven’t linked you here, but the sentiment remains.  I know sometimes you are volatile and irritable (… all the time), but I love being the other half of the Dynamic Duo! with you, and we share a great many times and fun. (Just, please stop with the idea of “let’s tell the guys who ask us to dance at clubs we are lesbians so they leave us alone” because it seems to me they get turned on…) It’s like we are meant to be balancing each other, and I’m glad that you want me to stay in your life. I hope you always know I’ll be there for you! Let’s walk together in the Graduation and remember all the sparking good times : D

To Mabel: Mabeeee, I love talking to you, and sharing with you. It seems to me each of my friend receives a particular facet of me more than others, and with you my geekyness just leaps bounds and bounds. Your attitude in life is refreshing, and sometimes I feel like you are the oldest of all my friends – lighthearted, but ready to face life. In a sense, you remind me of my cousin, in that maturity and humour go hand in hand. I’m just going to end this part with one word: ORUUGAAAS!

To Izzy: I don’t know if you have the time to read my blog, Isa, but hopefully you do and though we don’t talk a lot lately it is a form of communication. I jsut want to let you know that I miss you dearly, and hope that we talk again soon. Please answer my email queries, becasue since I’ll be going to college in the US (very likely, at least), I want to know if we can meet! Dear soul sister, I hope you have a wonderful time with Charles and your family, and please remember how much I love you.

To Paul: Dude, it’s been forever. I am sorry I’ve been so lacking in the contact department, apart from occasional Gmail comments and some tweets, but I miss you hun.  I’m glad that so far from what I see, you seem a more confident person (nearly wrote seme there… but maybe that’s my subconscious saying something ; D) It’s kind of weird because you’ve gotten more serious regarding school, and what I remember of our afternoons at your place involves squabbling over who’s fault it was that your Fable character was being chased with a bounty, or something,  you Franco! Regardless, I miss you, and all the awesome moments. Let’s recap red bar.

That’s it for now. There are more people I want to talk to, but I have to pack my bags now. 18 days in Bolivia and seeing family! Wish me the best, I’ll be wishing it for you guys ❤

On that note, I leave you with Vampire Weekend and their cheerful music:


Partially Freed

SO!

I have had a nice weekend so far, gotten free from the great majority of my homeworks, hence, the partial freedom. Let us see what I have left.

1- Art

  • Presentation report (FORGOT TO DO THIS OMFG)

2- English

  • Read/log 3.3 in Othello for Monday

3- ITGS

  • Read Gift of Fire Chap. 3, and write responses
  • Vocabulary Quiz on-D Terms
  • Read Chapter 9 Computer Confluence
  • PROJECT THINGY OMIGASH THINKTHINK (This one is stressing me out…)

4- Fit for Life

  • Get a journal

5- Spanish

  • Read till page 208 in Un Mundo para Julius
  • Read the comparison packet and make the outline

6- Math

  • Exercises 15F (I LOST THEM AND HAVE TO REDO THEM GRAAAAAAARGH)
  • Exercises 15G (MSN help for these…)

7- Biology

  • Lab report due Thursday 28
  • Photosynthesis Exam

So, a lot less then before.

I’ve had an overall nice weekend, actually. I went to Marite’s birthday thing this Friday, which was nice. The unfortunate part was when Insun and I got accosted by two creepy guys. I got better at saying “no” but I still need to work on it. I had to go back and get Insun though, she had this -_- face all the time and it was like “I shouldn’t leave her…” so I was fine in the end. Grgggg creepy guys. At some point, as we were dancing, the guy started grunting. That was when I stepped away and decided that enough was enough. Greh. Anyways.

Yesterday I slept till one, then spent the rest of the time reading Eldest by Christopher Paolini. Rereading, since I want the third book to come out. It was my relaxation day. The book is not the best, but I like fantasy fiction, so get on with the next book Paolini! (I also admire him… this story is from when he was 15 years old, and that is like.. and unfulfilled dream of mine, to publish one of MY stories, a fantasy magic one on top of it.) Then, at around 6, I sat down to start my homework, only to get invited by Chris M to go out with him and some friends around Barranco. I did go, and I had fun. Getting out after so much hell is nice =w= We ended going to this bar concert for free. It wasn’t very good though, but it was nice to get in. XD I also played Guitar Hero for the first time. It actually is pretty fun, jajaja.

Ahhh, I’m home now, and I need to start doing my homework. Also, my parents are going to have a college talk with me today, and I am NOT looking forwards to it. They were nice and di a college search for me of good Bio colleges… but… they viewed art as secondary…

I don’t know. I never doubted myself in studying art, viewed really only as a matter of what I felt like, until my mom told me she doubted me doing well in art. That was a really big blow.

Now… it’s almost like I’m just doing Bio because my parents expect me to do it. They are wonderful, they make amazing choices, and I love them, but…

I feel depressed about the direction this is going…

And I feel depressed because my parents don’t believe I should do art…

I’m just going to do English now…


The Piece Of Glass

Heya. It is the day after the operation, and I think I’m pretty much okay.

Except for waking at 3 am this morning to discover that my foot hurt like hell, biting down on my blanket so as to not scream, and fumbling to take the painkiller and water bottle my parents had left at my night desk. Also, the foot never stops hurting- it’s like the wound is always getting stretched, no matter what position I put it through. Thank (Something) for painkillers. The pain is bearable now, though in this moment, I fear the painkiller is beginning to wear off. It will be worse when I go to sleep, because I have to put my foot on a pillow.

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A Breath Of Air Before I Dive Into Finals Again

Well, I missed the traditional pre-finals blog post.

Instead you will get a quick snaps after the first day of finals.

IOU:

>> Blogging about Tambopata

>> Lets Talk About Post on Sexuality

>>Post about how Insun and I refriended

>>Update on my arts : D

>>SOUL EATER = AWESOME

>>Post on my ever increasing anxiety regarding Senior year and *gasp* college

>>Maybe a layout change

>>Finish updating all those IB quotes

Guess IB really ate my life. Like I was chatting with a few friends on WWP:

<Raire>Ok, I don’t game. IB eats my time
<SnowWolfRika>Whcih sucks
<SnowWolfRika>I would die without gameing time
<Raire>oh, don’t worry^^ I’ll survive, drag myself out the door of the gym where we are taking the test
<Raire>heh… i thought that
<rzrdrgn>I’m never gonna use any of that crap anyway
<Raire>but hey, life as an IB zombie isn’t that bad
<Raire>We don’t need sustenance because we already ate our own brains
<SnowWolfRika>O_____o you poor poor zombie
<Raire>^^
<Raire>meh
<rzrdrgn>43. You’ve fooled yourself into believing that colleges actually care whether you’re in IB or not.
<Raire>XD
<Raire>You’re going to find many times to quote that at me
On today’s note, I had English and Biology Finals. For some reason, I finished my essay pretty quickly, though I felt I was falling asleep very easily. Everybody else took longer and wrote at least one more paragraph then I, but I couldn’t think of anything else to put to that question. Oh well.
Biology was considerably better. I didn’t really study the Kidney or Liver, and I was a bit low on Reproduction, but I managed quite well, since there were more questions on DNA and Ecology. I’m pretty pleased actually- I finished half an hour early, so I went over the questions, and there is only one question I couldn’t answer, about the kidney. But I think I’m going to continue rewriting my Bio notes, because next year the IB Exams will include this along with what I will learn next year.
Recap: I owe you posts, I’m in finals, and IB is eating me. Sorry, no life worthy conscious posts today, I’m slightly brain dead due to Finals.
Ciao

TheKERMESSEPosteR!

I designed a poster for the upcoming Kermesse in school. Edited it a lot today because my art teacher told me to. And it’s now being submitted for review to the PTA or something to see if they chose it. I like it.

I ended up using Chaska´s photos from last year’s photos. I asked her for permission, though, so that’s fine. I’m a bit worried about the font, since I’m not sure if I’m allowed to use it as advertisement, so I might change it. Later.

The people who appear on the photos are going to kill me.

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Oh, yes, I found my calculator, underneath some papers at my desk. I hope I find my pencil case this week.

Also, both my parents are traveling. It’s weird knowing I’m not going to hear mom or dad arrive from work today. And lonely.

Guess I have to act responsible and get my brother and I to eat tonight.

Back to my math homework now.


Colds and Gripes

The funny thing is that, lately, my family has been getting sick. alright. I was the last to fall to any type of sickness. And when it came, it never fully came. It was a slow spiral into the sickness, lasting three days in which I felt horrible and took measures to fight the oncoming flood. Unfortunately, no matter that I made sure to take the acid vitamin c pill that tends to burn my tongue or that horribly smelling garlic pill that boosts your defense system (It really does. Let me make a point that usually, garlic smell does not bother me, but in fact, increases my appetite. However, the garlic pill is horrible.), I am now sick. By yesterday night, I was swaying from exhaustion and sickness, which included the use of kleenex, unfortunately on a night during which my parents had guests.

I stayed at home today, slept till eleven, did some of my homework at four, and am feeling marginally better. Good enough to go to school tomorrow, just not good enough to be… good. Fine. Marginally better. That means I will be able to survive a school day.

Except for the realization that while doing some Biology notes, I had forgotten about the English commentary due tomorrow. And now I have to do it.

Pardon me, as I go shuffle in horror to see if I actually get something half decent done in time for me to sleep well, and hopefully improve a bit. Maybe my headache will go away.

PS: When you read gripes in the title, it means cold in Spanish.