No peace...

Arg! I'm mad-sad-frustrated!!! (What a surprise xD) The string thingy on my necklace broke!! TT my oh-so-lovely necklace that I never take off... I have to buy a new stringy or something.

I feel so omg... "naked" without it! I have the habit of "playing" with it every time I'm nervous/blissful/talking to the guys who gave it to me/fearful/etc.

Yesterday this gal told me she liked my writing. ttytt she made my week! I don't usually take compliments so seriously, (that's mostly because all the compliments I get are from close friends &/or family). Particularly when they are about the way I write, and my works (lol it sounds so grow up xD). Giving that friends and family are (in some sort of twisted way, giving you fake confidence)"obligated " to tell you your work is great, or that you look god, and all that jazz. Which sadly is a thing I can't do, giving that I'm terrible at all things related to being insincere with those who I love/appreciate the most.

That's why it meant so much this time, because who read the article and the short story isn't really someone I call friend. I've know her for a long time, but to tell the truth we have never liked each other. She knows she is not my favorite person and I know (believe me I know) I'm not her favorite person.

So yeah... someone likes my writing! Wooho! Yay! Someone mental, but still someone! xD

Omg so that’s all folks!

Go visit http://aiwwaf.blogspot.com she's made of awesome

omg tag xD

Soo, random facts about me. Mmmm.... dunno I'm a pretty boring person, so... dunnoo 3 facts... mmm...

I know ternary, binary, & grey code, and learning hex
My toes are abnormally large
I can easily write backwards (sometimes I don't even realize I'm doing so)

omg! I tag alana! so she'll be forced to make a blog! muahahahaha (she provably won't even read this xD)

Why?!?! Why do you insist on freaking sending people here!? stooop it!! arg!

omg! I love moood rings!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I'm sooo happy! I just found my mood ring! and I adore my mood ring!
Ok, so it's not my original mood ring, that one I'm pretty sure it's lost forever in the infinity of my old back garden. Which is what happens when your feet grow, and your steps don't mach the original steps on your treasure map, 'cause you are a freak of nature and only are 5'5" and your feet are 11 (wo).

Mood rings are phenomenal, or at least I find them phenomenal. I have been intensely attracted to them since I was about 4 years old. Back then it was the closest thing to actual magic I had I guess. I was mesmerized by that little "diamond like" stones (yes those were my words according to the embarrassing story behind my deep adoration of mood rings).

I still love mood rings, they make me uncommonly happy. I still don't understand why. I guess that in almost all great moments of my life I have worn a mood ring. An plus the jokiest stores/museums/fairs/people have mood rings.

They are part of one of my biggest frustrations. My I-was-born-in-the-wrong-era frustration. No offense to my generation, but we all are kinda decepticons. We are (mostly) filled with indifference. We have a terrible fashion sense, I mean look at the 70's & 80's that was fashion dude! xD That was music (sorta), those were hair do's, those were toys, those were movies, those were tv shows! 'cmon! Next, Pimp my ride, super sweet sixteen, gossip girl?! those are our shows?! I mean BG was nothing on STO... it's good but not as good. The best SW movies were made in that era.

Side note; I have only meet one person who loved mood rings as much as I do, but he know grew out of them. And he turned out to be a quite not-some person. I'm soo afraid I'll grow up too and my heart will die... I don't want my heart to die! get the reference? if you doo I luv you!

fyi I'm yellow right know, though for the last 12 hrs or so I have been "horny" xD lol... yep... mood rings are so bizarre

Ok... so I include a the lyrics of a song about emotional girls & mood rings, which I honestly adore, 'cause we've proven that not even that helps... xD
Mood Ring- Relient K

We all know the girls that i am talking about
Well they are time bombs and they are ticking
And the only question's when they'll blow up
And they'll blow up
We know that without a doubt
Cause they're those girls,
Yeah, you know those girls that let their emotions get the best of them

And i've contrived some sort of a plan to help my fellow man
Let's get emotional girls to all wear mood rings
So we'll be tipped off to when they're ticked off
Cause we'll know just what they're thinking, just what they're thinking
She's so pretty but she doesn't always act that way
Her moods are swinging on the swing set almost everyday
She said to me that she's so happy its depressing
And all I said was someone get that girl a mood ring

If its drama you want then look no further
They're like "The Real World"
meets "Boy Meets World"
meets "Days of Our Lives"
And it just kills me how they get away with murder
They'll anger you then bat their eyes
Those pretty eyes that watch you sympathize

And i've contrived some sort of a plan to help my fellow man
Let's get emotional girls to all wear mood rings
So we'll be tipped off to when they're ticked off
Cause we'll know just what they're thinking, just what they're thinking
She's so pretty but she doesn't always act that way
Her moods are swinging on the swing set almost everyday
She said to me that she's so stressed out that it's soothing
And all I said was someone get that girl a mood ring

Cause when it's black it means watch you back because you're probably
the last person in the world right now she wants to see
and when it's blue it means that you should call her up immediately
and ask her out because she'll most likely agree
and when it's green, it simply means that she is really stressed
and when it's clear, it means she's completely emotionless
(and that's alright, i must confess)

We all know the girls that I am talking about
She liked you wednesday, but now it's friday and she has to wash her hair
and it just figures that we'll never figure them out
first she's Jekyll, then she's Hyde... at least she makes a lovely pair

mood ring, oh, mood ring
oh, tell me, will you bring
the key to unlock this mystery
of girls and their emotions
play it back in slow motion
so i may understand the complex infrastructure known as the female mind

(Huh, that was terrible)

I feeel like crap...

I just bought (well my grandma gave me) an iPhone.... So, yeap.... I just wasted a bunch of money on a cellphone. They haven't given me the actual thing, 'cause they ran out of them, but "they'll call me as soon as they arrive, provably next Tuesday".

My (old) cellphone worked fine. It was a bit busted, but I liked him. He had been with me for about two years now. Which is a lot, considering the way I treat my electronic devices. Ask anyone who knows me, really. My computer, my iPod, my camera, my phone, my watch, my t.v., my game boy, my palm, etc. most of them are dead now, and it's all my fault. Really I treat them like crap.

I didn't really needed a new phone, and it's not like I deserve it or anything. I did pretty crap last semester, and well I'm not a great daughter/friend/granddaughter/person-in-general.

And plus, I just (about two months or so) bought an iPod touch, so... I mean it's not like I needed a new electronic device to mess up.

The Italian Job (2003)

John Bridger: How are you?
Charlie Croker: I'm fine.
John Bridger: Fine? You know what "fine" stands for, don't you?
Charlie Croker: Unfortnately, yeah.
John Bridger: Freaked out...
Charlie Croker: Insecure...
John Bridger: Neurotic...
Charlie Croker: And Emotional.
John Bridger: You see those pillars over there?
Charlie Croker: hat about them?
John Bridger: That's where they used to string up thieves who felt fine.
Charlie Croker: After you.

yet another pointless post, and I still don't learn not to write while I sleep

I just reread yesterday’s post. I wish I could delete it, but sadly I think it needs a place out side my mind, so I’ll leave it up there. As some sort of reminder of how fugging weird I am when I feel sleepy xD. Ok so this post will probably be even more.... cukoo but, at least I have some sort of distraction.

I ordered some books about a month ago and they finally arrived! Yay! I got them on thursday. The same day I started reading Looking for Alaska by John Green. Sadly I finished it later that day. And It made me love John even more (I didn’t really tought it was possible). And on friday I started An Abundance of Katherines (by John Green obviously xD) and since then I’ve been trying to read it really slowly so It will last a bit longer. Well it didn’t really work, I’m already rereading it. I finished it officially at 11:23 a.m. I kind of hate that, I hate that I can’t make the reading process last longer when it is a book I like, sure rereading a book is lots of fun, and it helps you notice the details you missed the first time.

But there is something about the first time you read a book, the first time you turn page 111. The first time you see yourself forced to bend the cover so that you can actually read the pages without making some weird maneuvers. There is something about that little damage you did to the upper corner of the page you didn’t/but did want to read because you knew what was gonna happen, the felling you get after the damage is done, that horrifying feeling; that I-disrespected-the-author/publishing company/editor/tree/whatnot feeling, it’s simply amazing.

Ok so, I’m sleepy and tired again, and what I wrote doesn’t make sense. But as a great friend told me, “If you wrote it it’s because, at that moment you felt like it was important to capture it in some bizarre way.” And he is right. I do this for myself, to look back on it one day, and say, “Gosh, I was _____(right now it would provably be dumb)”

Not about frequency, not about quality.....

(FYI [Not about quantity, not about quality.... ] was the original title...)
I was definitely not made for blogging... xD can you tell? I post really often, and well it's not about quantity... right? It's not about quality either.... but... hey! I get b- for effort... xD

So... life has been a bit crappy at the moment, nothing mayor. Well, not nothing mayor, but nothing I'm not used to. And I don't know if that is right. Don't get me wrong, my life is pretty fantastic. I'm healthy (just don't make me run/go up many stairs), I have an amazing family, food on my plate every day, great friends, all my limbs, and more matherial things than most people in the world. And it sound horrible, but that is what keeps me going, what keeps me from breaking down. (It doesn't sound horrible now... but...)

Last night I saw an ad in the tv. I'm one of those weird cases of people who "watch the tv". By this I mean, I don't really watch the series/cartoons/news/whatever, I stare at the tv, I rearly ever pay attention to it. I spend my time daydreaming. It pretty much goes like this; I turn on the tv, I try to find something that is, not entertaining, but, not boring(?); then I watch in the tv for about 5 min, and then pretend to watch it for 10 min. and then turn it off. But yesterday, it took me forever to find a pseudo-entertaining program, during my channel surfing and ad caught my attention, don't really remember what it was about. I staid on that channel for a while and then this ad (the one mention in the first sentence in this paragraph) came up. There was a montage of a poor family, and this female voice (who was supposed to be the mother shown in the pictures, but by her language and voice tone it was obvious it wasn't[how stupid do the people who do the ads think we are? they do that all the time, do they really think we don't notice?!?]) and she said something in the lines of "I hope we can get something to eat TODAY, tomorrow? don't even ask me. I just hate that all I can give them (her two daughters 7ish and 3ish) sometimes is a piece of bread for both." much better said, longer, and well just better. It made me cry. Pouring, really.

It made me fell stupid, because I'm worrying about really silly things. This people worry about how they will survive another day. I worry about why someone doesn't speak to me anymore, or why someone had to go. What the hell is wrong with me!?

Another somewhat related story... just... for.. fun...(?)

About six months ago I went to the capital with mi uncle (who if you must now, is one of the closest persons in my life, more like a best friend than an uncle), went there to go buy something don't remember what (it was a present for someone if I recall correctly), and on our way back we got stuck in traffic, we moved a meter per hour (not really but it seamed that way at the time).

He is one of those persons who (unlike myself (believe or not)) doesn't like silence.

So we ended up talking about the weather, the news, the light, the man with the donkey that used to pass by our house and didn't pass no more, why wearing glasses was jokes, why it wasn't, and then, I don't know how it came up but, we started to speak about Bill Gates. (I'm a mac user by the way, and I don't hate windows, even if I like to make people believe I do, which I really don't. I care little about the matter.) And somehow the fact that Slim (Carlos Slim) had been recently (not really) named the richest man alive by forbes magazine.

He appeared to be content with the situation (He said something in the lines of “So, isn’t it good that Slim is over Gates.”). Thing that disturbed me deeply. So I asked him to elaborate. He said that it was a great honor that the riches man alive was a fellow mexican. And then I exploded. It is very hard for me to understand how can a country so pour have the richest man alive. It’s very disturbing. He said well he helps some charity organizations. Okay... does he give half of his monthly income to charity? I don’t think so! I don’t understand how he can sleep at night. Why does he need all the money he’s got? No offense but I doubt he will live for long. And he’s family is provably already covered for the next fifty years. I buy an iPod and feel like hell because it’s a waste of money, and this guy arg! It just made me extremely upset. I got so upset I got moist eyes, and then, I started swobbing, and he just tried to comfort me. But it’s something that is constantly on my mind.

I sometimes have trouble sleeping if I bought an unnecessary thing that day. Or if I spent too much money in something that I could have bought cheaper. Maybe it’s just me... maybe I’m insane or something.

Ok.. that was a bit pointless, and unnecessary. Thank god no one reads this! sorry for all the mmm... lack of vocabulary and eloquence, but I’m really sleepy but I needed to get some stuff out of my chest (and that’s just the tip of the iceberg).

A bit of ranting anyone? If you read all of it, you are amazing. I’m sorry if I made you waste about 5 minutes of your time.

Mmmm... fell like I’m forgetting something.... guess it’s not important n.n

Sooo tired!

side note; I love how I open a parenthesis to (acording to myself) just say something quick about the matter but not as important and the I just want to explore that subject.

dysfuctional is sooo jokes, it's a compliment xD

Yay! hi world... I've been busy, not... but hey! I went on a trip... so I have a not so crappy excuse xD

So I was doing a post on how to start a blog, but got bored and didn't finish it, and then I found a survey I tought was interesting, but got tired about three questions in... but O promes I will finish at least part one of the survey... someday xD

Yaay!! I was surfing the interweb... and found a geek test, to prove how geeky you are, I had onece done one in spanish... I did it... not so long ago, about seven months ago. I scored ok... but I scored great in this one...

here is a pic..

(damn blogger won't let me uplode it... imagine it xD)

Yep as you can tel by the imaginary image....

I'm a

BTW.. dysfunctional geek is over geek god

My score was %76.5286 yay! snaps for me!!