It’s already Wednesday again! (Because I’m sorry Luli, but Wednesday is MY day, so please stick to your Tuesdays from now on… JK).

I don’t think I managed to describe how fun my weekend actually was. It rained on Sunday, yes, but we rented Jumper and watched it and then a friend and I got in a pillow fight and she proved that I can’t help laughing when someone hits my head. It’s not that I find it funny, I just burst in laughter without wanting to. Then I painted my faced with make up and I looked like an Indian (I mean, native American/Canadian) or like Queen Amidala, perhaps.

Pillow fight

It’s time I talked a little about my English school, because it’s awesome. I feel as comfortable as I did back in high school, when the teachers knew our names and we chat with them and joke them and throw pens at them (okay so I never did that in school, but I did it on Monday). And they always organize activities in the afternoon or the evening, which is great. We went to have Tai food for dinner today.

My classmates are nice people, too. There’s a Spanish girl I get along pretty well with, but we’re always calling each other names. She’s culo and I’m either Metro-y-medio or Come-pasto.

You girls asked me…

- What I would tell the Pope. I have been thinking about this, really. Trying to finding something witty because, if you only get this one chance to say something to him, you wouldn’t want to waste it by saying something like  “God bless you” or “You fascist, you are to blame for the death of millions of people who get AIDS for not wearing a cap!” xD. Because he’s heard that too many times already and he would forget me immediately. But I just realized there’s something I admire about him and I would like to compliment him on: imagine having an occupation that makes you socialize daily, giving speeches, practicing diplomacy, organizing stuff and so on -that’s to stay, speaking too much and talking to too many people. If I had a job like this I would go home and shut my mouth up and feel If I heard one more sentence I would explode. I really would. But yet the pope spends his free time talking to God. And I mean, wow, this God must be a really interesting being when you feel like having a chat with him after being tired of talking to people. I know I would be all “Please give me a break, no more communication for today!”.

- What do I hate most from people? I hate people who judge me before they know me. Like, there is this Spanish guy who laughed at me the first time I met him for thinking my computer would work here. It took me five minutes to explain to him that computers are built to work both in American and Europe, and that the problem was on the motherboard, not on the power chord. Okay, he is an ignorant and he wouldn’t have guessed a girl could know how to use a computer. Lame.

Then he called me a lier when I said I was buying books in New York, and said I was probably just buying clothes… he was not only an idiot, he was also a sexist pig. Then I said I liked japanese comics and he said “Wow, you don’t look like that kind of person at all”. Which didn’t make me feel proud or offended or anything, It just shows that he was basing his opinion of me on a silly first impression. And I mean, I do not look like the kind of girl who spends daddy’s money on expensive clothes and jewellery. Fuck, I don’t even wear earrings or bracelets or anything. I’m sure I give the opposite impression.

 

And I ask both of you now…

What is something everyone expected from you when you were little that hasn’t /isn’t happening?

For example, at one point everyone in my family thought I would grow up to be a good musician, because I was pretty good at playing the piano, but I eventually dropped out of music lessons and gave up. Also, certain people expected me to become this extremely shy and puritan catholic girl, which those of you who know me can tell I am not.

 

Ahm… I think I wrote enough (probably more than enough) so I’ll read you soon. By the way, I am sick of going on Skype and not finding anyone to talk to. xD. Hugs!