Jo and Ellen were the first Supernatural characters I met. I was on my back home after a summer trip and stuck in this little hotel, so I turned on the TV. Two things happened then. I found out Smallville was still on (and I really which I didn't know that). And I discovered Supernatural. Now, I'm not that kind of fan who know every little crook of mythos and has analyzed all the characters to the point where they can predict their actions. I watch Supernatural because I find it entertaining and I read SPN fanfic because I may not be fully satisfied with certain storylines. Although sometimes the authors are that good, you can't ignore the story. Anyways, the Harvelle girls were the first characters that appeared in that screen. And I liked them. They were damsels in distress (even considering No Exit). They were ass-kicking women, who could shoot like the best. I didn't want them to die, but I trust Kripke.
They died like heroes, trying to give the boys a shot at the devil. It was obvious Sam and Dean couldn't kill him, as we aren't even in the middle of the season, but the beauty is in the attempt. Their last scene together continues to make me cry every single freaking time, and I'll probably always react in the same way. I will forever love them and remember them.
(And my JD shipper has to add: "See you on the other side" is as close a love declaration I'll ever get, but damn it was beautiful and heart-breaking. And it's Dean we're talking about, so it's obvious it wasn't going to be easy. Hell, nothing in SPN ever is).
I hope tomorrow is better. I haven't been able to shake the blues off since I saw the ep this morning.

And because I saw the last two episodes back to back and I need something lighter: It's cannon people, Sam and Dean are together. Ok, it's fake!Sam and fake!Dean, but it's probably the closer they'll ever get. Oh, Kripke likes to tease the craaaazy fangirls!

Hell I can't believe I have to wait two month for a new ep.!!!

   I still miss TSCC. Really. I spent the whole weekend rewatching S1, and looking for my favourite scenes of S2 on YouTube and fanfic, and listening to "Samson and Delilah." I want to know what they had planned for season 3, and I want the people in charge of FOX's scheduling to burn in hell. I hope Alistair is back there and pays them a visit when it's their turn. It doen't help that there are three dots (I'm not kidding) in one of the walls of my current bedroom. Plus I have this image in my head of John reuniting with Cameron's chip that is in John Henry's body, if IRC. I really wanted to know how they could pull that off. And Derek! How died and I just stared at the TV for full ten minutes till I realized he was really dead. I kept thinking he would get up. And then I spent fifteen minutes ranting like a lunatic: "They killed him. They killed him. WTF?!?!?!?!"
   It's 2:30ish in the morning and I have a midterm I should finish studying for, but instead I spent the last hour browsin badfic_quotes. The thing people find in the Pit is hilarious. Though I have to aknowledge sometimes, once in a blue moon, some decent fic can be found.I just realized some of my fandoms are dying, or at least some of my favourite authors are not writing for them anymore, and I can make myself go through the new ones. I don't know why. The bad thing about this is that it means I have to look for new fandoms, hence Glee, I gather.
   Love the neighbourhood. Really quiet and nice. Have to go sighseeing round Montreal though. But on Tuesday, New York, New York!!! And my folks! YAY. Though I feel bad for my brother (weird, huh?), 'cause he won't be able to join us.

I caved and watched Glee. It really is not my fault. I'm in Canada with no cable, so I watch the episodes on the Internet and there were no new ones for my fav series. And the FF writers were not updating their stories. And I was bored... It's really funny. I found myself laughing out loud a couple of times per episode. Damn you FOX!!! I still haven't forgiven you for cancelling TSCC!!!
The only bad things about this is that there are not a lof of ff out there. And I really need them. I should see someone about this. It's not healthy at all.

  To this day, every time I hear the word "Opportunity", my mind goes all "Opportuncrisis!" And it's not at all helpful, becuase I start grinning like an idiot.
  Also my IT professor is a mix of accents. And every time he says "Every Monday", he sounds like Sean Connery and I have to try my hardest not to start laughing right there.
  I only slept 2 and a half hour last nigh, this morning actually, and I still think I did fairly well in my quiz. And that's a bad thing because... (see title). And I still don't know if the phrase it's right

 I have a quiz in 7 hours. And I haven´t touched a thing.
 Worst. My mid-terms are in THREE WEEKS!!! And they are in English. Why did I decide to study abroad this semester? It seems I still can relate the fact that I'm not in Argentina with having to study anyways.
 Also two weird things: Since I arrived in Canada, I've seen 5 Ferrrari, 2 Porsche and 1 Jaguar, whereas after having lived 5 years in BA, I've only seen 1 Ferrari. Uh.
 Also, the light went out (?) in my building roughly an hour ago. Weird.
 Ok, stop messing around and start studying!!
 I still don't get what the big deal of having a boyfriends is...

I miss T:SCC. Yesterday was dull and I've spent the last two weeks looking at almost all the TV premiere schedules out there hoping the show would magically appear, but nothing. I need my Cameron!!

   I'm going to Canada for six months. My hair was a mess (again) so I went to the hairdressers to get it cut and styled. I was OK with it. I didn't loved it like my last haircut, but the practical girl in me thought the length of the last style was pretty short and would annoy me in the summer weeks I'd have to endure in Montreal.
   I got home and asked for my parents (who are currently staying with me) their opinion. Both said they preferred the last one, because it made me look young (according to my dad) and it was nicer (according to my mum who prefers my wavy short hair over my straight-ish long hair). Yesterday I went out with my friends. And they also say they liked the previous one better.
  Now I know I'm probably the most insecure person ever, but I had to agree with them. Partially because they were more (7 against none) and because the haircut I had this morning got all puffy in the shorter layers and really straight in the longer ones, making it seems as if I was wearing a wig. So I went to get my hair cut again. I explained how I wanted it ( "above my shoulders in length and layered"), but had the bad luck to answer "yes" when the guy cutting my hairs asked "Oh like so-an-so's hair?". Why did I do that?? Now I'm stuck with really short hair, which won't even get annoyingly wavy. I look like a boy for Pete's sakes! I doesn't even looked like the so-and-so's haircut.
   All because I wanted to be comfortable with my hair (at least) as my body is made of Jell-O, when I arrived in an unknown (for me) country where I don't know a soul. All because I wanted to look pretty.
  Why do I listen to other people, anyways?
  What's worst is that I can't seem to stop crying about it. It just hair, it'll grow! When did I turned into such a vain person I wonder? I so want to be that girl who didn't care about all this girly crap

This is really awesome. I don't know if it has ever happened anywhere, but my football team just lost a game, but they won the championship anyways. In something that apparently has never happened before in the national football/soccer league here, three teams ended the regular tournament in the first spot, so they had to untie, so to speak.
And the third match came around, and we lost it, but we are the champions anyway. And some people say sports are easy to understand...
In unrelated news, I decided to apply for the exchange programme. We'll see how that turns out.
My dad made me cry in frustration TWICE yesterday. New record. Not a good way to start my holidays.
I'm back in my neck of the woods. And using my dad's new computer. I'm only allowed to use it because all the software he uses to do his job isn't compatible with Windows Vista. Downside to this: This laptop's keyboard is the English one, and we haven't figured out how to write the accentuated letters in it. No old combination seems to work on it. So, I haven't been writing correctly on purpose, so that Office corrects it, and it's driving me mad! I'm really proud of my spelling abilities (at least in Spanish).
I have to see Merlin now. I've heard a lot about it and seen a couple of vids in YouTube and it seems interesting. So, one more thing to look forward to.
On the plus side: IT'S CHRISTMAS EVE TOMORROW!!!!

I watch OTH. And I don't do ti by the correct (legal) ways. But then I watch it again when they broadcast it here.
I ship Brucas, which is not a good thing, considering it's never going to happen. I'm not bitter about it. I'm happy they hadn't jump on the merry go around again, as Mark doesn't seem to be going with angst on the Julian thing. Because the whole "I dated someone when WE weren't dating" gets boring after a while.
But "Pretty Girl" is BRUCAS!!!! No one should mess with the inner jokes of other ships. I don't know what Mr. Murray was thinking about. Nor Mark, for that matter.
Let us be and be happy remembering the old days.
Another thing: Haley and DAN? Even if it's one sided it's creepy. He's DAN freaking SCOTT!!!

You don't have the inner strength to watch all of it in YouTube. I tried to watch SV twice. The first time I ended up watching videos about the lamest game shows ever. The second time around, I tried fast-forwarding some scenes and and the volume on mute. Didn't work! And I though Al and Miles ruined the show. The apprentices have surpassed the masters. Yay!!
BURN SMALLVILLE, BURN!!
The worst part is I can't stop watching it. I'm trapped in a horrid fascination circle, here. It's like driving past a gruesome car accident and trying to resist temptation, but peaking anyways. I have to watch every week to see if it can get worst.

     I can't live without pasta. I've discovered that these last years. I can live off pasta for a week straight, both for lunch and dinner. After a week I might get sick of it. But once, just once, I've eaten something different (chicken, rice, meat, whatever) I can go back to it.
     On the other hand I can not stomach are egg-plants. And that's thanks to my dad. You should never make a child eat something he/she doesn't want. There's nothing worst that the taste of egg-plant and tears. My stomach churns every time I have them in front of me.
     I've got a new phone!! Finally after a month of a borrowed cell phone, I finally own one again. It was funny what it happened with it. At first I wanted a new phone but they didn't have it in stock. I called almost everyday to see if they got one for two weeks. But when the phone bill came, my dad decided I needed to buy a mobile, because the bill's amount was more or least what it costs to but a new phone (and the sort of expensive ones, too). So I went on Friday after finishing with my finals and bought a new one. The sales girl said I had to charge it for 12 hours. And so I did, but after that it didn't start up so I went back and they sent me to another store where I had to leave it for the technicians to work on it. But that was on Friday and after their system crashed. We (my dad and I) had to wait for two hours till they told us that. The only good thing was that when we were on the street we found out the City Council was doing all thru July a series of concerts and that day it was the City's Symphonic Band near where we were and it was absolutely FABULOUS! They played part of the Superman movies soundtrack and I was smiling like a fool. So the day wasn't so bad.
     But today, the system crashed again right when I got there, so I decided to stay because I really did need it. And I had the opportunity to look how people react when mad. One woman stuck her chewing gum on a salesgirls' desk as a sign of... annoyance? Protest? It was pretty childish and disgusting. It's not their (the salespersons') fault that the system crashed. People should go to these kind of offices with the idea that they're going to have to wait a long while. So, you shouldn't go right after to got off work or if you're feeling moody.
     I also learned that the HP Games Console is really addictive. I was playing computer games all weekend. My brother was totally envious the poor thing. He had a final today and another tomorrow and a third one the day after. This place has seen a higher lever of hysteria than usual.

I love my dad, don't get me wrong. But if I have to share the same place with him for one more day, I'm going to KILL HIM!!!

 

My brain is fried. I had a final at 8:30, which means I had to wake up at 5 am. And I only could fall asleep at 11:30. I need 8 hours of sleep before a final, particularly if it's a Financial Math one. But I think I did OK. But I've been zombie-like since midday.

That's me, the girl who smiles. At least I hope he remembers my good mood when he corrects my final. And it was bad. Really.
And why oh why would anyone make a Chocolate and Spinach Cake? Chocolate. And Spinach? That's sacrilege. And yes, chocolate should be worshiped.

   I was watching the news and a woman said that if someone (and she then added "The president") gave her a gun, she'll go to the road block and kill all the people in the strike. I do get that people are mad and they don't think before they speak. But this? It's bit too much.
   And what's up with these people thinking that all the agriculture-related citizens are rich. Because I know I'm not, and a lot of my neighbors back home aren't either. And HT lives from the country. If the grain doesn't worth a thing, we're all done.
   I know I'm generalizing and that's not right. But they support the President who somehow believes that if you have a 4x4 truck and work the land, you have lots of money and that's not true. It's a tool. If you live in places that are sandy or have to get into the middle of the woodland, you need a 4x4 or 4x2, a regular truck just won't do. So, I do advice that they know what they talk about when they open their mouths, because they are in a place in society that has a lot of pull in the opinion of the rest of us.

I used to play this game back at high school. Good times. Gakked from yendrie.

I don't want to go. Really. I don't care if that makes me a boring hick lost in the big and interesting city. I know I'm going to be uncomfortable there. Granted I've never been to one of those places, but I know, ok? I'd love to cancel, but you'll kill me. And I really could do without the drama and the later veiled comments about how boring I can be. I already know that. I've lived this life for the last 21 years. Thank you very much. I've been moody (more than usual) because of it, and I feel like crying my eyes out in frustration over this. And I really have more important things to worry about.
If you really want to spend time with your friends, I can think of at least a couple of more quiet places. 
Never said I haven't done anything for you. Because I'm going. I could make up an excuse and be done. But I'm going. Because if I have perfected of not actually listening to what our classmates say behind our back in a not-so-subtly manner, I can do the same regarding you. I care about you. I love you (after all we're friends), but I could totally be unnerved by your comments and opinions toward me. That's how I am. You should already know it. I'm boring, I don't like going out every week (nor do I plan to), I'd rather see a movie of just veg out with my friends and complain about how sucky my life is. Deal with it. You knew it when this friendship started.

I just need for it to rain.