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.

Gacked form a million different places










Three entries on one day? The world's ending!!!

     So, be safe kiddies, don't drink if you're going to drive, check all the locks before going to sleep, and have a great day, for the rest of this one and for all the days to come till we see each other again!
     Luck galore,
                              Rogue
 

 I was just talking with my mum and discovered my grandfather (her dad) had 11 siblings! Times like these I'm really glad I live in a time when TV exists!!

( Weird )

( Sleeping )

 

( Eating )

( Life: My biggest frenemy (Or is it just me?) )

    On the bright side, next week is only a three-day week and then I have a five-day weekEND. How I love the holidays sometimes.
    On the not so bright side, I have already scheduled what I'm going to do. And it's all classes-related. But J wants to go out, and that WILL throw my precious plan out of the window. I'll see what I can do to beg out of it.
    But first thing tomorrow, or, for accuracy's sake, today, I'll catch up with all the fanfic out there! It's been two weeks without Internet access. That proves I'm addicted to it, but working my way out.
    Sorry Internet for the waste of space. Sorry world for the waste of air.
    See you around?
 

My brother can't even supervise the shopping! I don't have things I've payed for (well actually, we've payed for). It's not that hard of a task is it?

 So... I just finished my first trip to the "adult world". I had a job! Not a job-job, but a part time one. Four hours a day, four days a week kinda job. But who cares, right? I got there through my University. They have this summer job program and I desperately needed the working hours. I need a 1000-1200 hours workload in order to graduate, plus the paper I have to write. At this rate, I'll be the first student in UdeSA's history who has finished with all the academic work but can't graduate just because she hasn't the mandatory working hours. *sigh*
 The good thing was that I had a timetable to follow. It was definitely different than helping out my dad at his office. That usually means working after hours or whenever I have free time.
 The second good thing was that I got to practice my English at least a tiny bit. I work for a scholarship-granting commission that is part of the USA government or something. That is what they said at least.
But what I discovered was that I'm not cut out for this. Five weeks and already in need of a holiday. Which start tomorrow, finally a pool people! It's not human suffering 38°C temperatures in the city. For all I love my place (a two bedroom apartment) I love my parent's (mine?) house a lot more! At least they have a pool. Have I mentioned that already?
So, all I have left to do is pack! Yay! My dad is coming tomorrow mainly because he has some stuff to do and then he picks me up and drives me home. I left all clean so my nice lovely little (yeah, right) brother can't say I'm always messing this place. So he's currently in one of the most clean an tidy place he's aver been. Hope it lasts longer than a day.

I just noticed that I suck major time at typing! I really need a typing course, or the like. I haven't written at this snail-slow speed since primary school.

 Either I'm stupid (Thing I've never denied) or I just came to the knowledge that your nationality can be guessed by your look.
 I do get that an African American doesn't share the same physical characteristic than an Anglo Saxon, but if you're a latino, how can you say "He looks like a Mexican" or "She probably is from Chile, she sure looks like it". I mean there are white blonde (German look-a-like, if you want) girls in Brazil, a country where there are a lot of African descendants. So, if you see this girl, blonde, blue eyes, you could think she is form the UK or Germany and you'd be wrong. 
 Nationality isn't defined by looks. Sometimes, it doesn't even matter where you were born, for you to feel Argentinean, American, Mexican, whatever. Ask the people who have been living for years in other countries which is their nationality, and you'll see.
 I really do consider it stupid. As I do consider discrimination (of any kind) stupid. I never really understood why if someone's skin is darker and your lighter, you're apparently better. Or those who say that gay people are freaks. I mean, they're not bothering you. Let them live like they want, and do what they want (as long as it isn't illegal, and as long as the law isn't irrational)
And it's 12:30 and I'm awake. I have to go to work tomorrow. First job ever. It's not "teaching" much about my future job, but I desperately need the hours. I'm probably going to be the first person in my University to have written the thesis but not able to graduate because I don't have the required amount of working hours. Have I ever said how much I hate my university? No? Well, I DO!!!
 Oh, and thanks the moron who decided that we should add one hour to the national time. You've F***ED my biological clock quite thoroughly!

The whole looks and nationality "issue" came from: http://community.livejournal.com/ohnotheydidnt/18756228.html?thread=2175372932