Heart- Shaped Glasses.

Today was mostly annoying.
I wake up at about twelve a.m, to discover that my dad has no milk nor cereal nor toast.
I could have gone without, I don't really believe in that theory that 'breakfast is the most important meal of the day'. Anyway, the genius of my brother comes up with a simply marvelous idea. To go have breakfast at a restaurant/cafe. Hello that idea sucks. Breakfast is meant to be consumed in a quick and silent manner, in pyjamas, with bedhead, and a veryyy bad temper.
So we went to this cafe near my dad's apartment, me irritated that I had to shower, comb my hair, get dressed,try to put on a civilized face and walk three blocks to get a simple coffee and toast.
Well, as a conclusion to an annoying morning, either something I had eaten the night before, or that toast, made me throw up. I had to spend all of today sitting at the exact right angle, because if I lay down or stood up, I would get dizzy.

Blegh.

Supersonic Overdrive.

Cristian Dominguez has officially told me to write here more often.
This is extremely difficult for me, as my life isn't the most fascinating, and I seldom have any blog-worthy news that nobody has heard about yet. I'm no Perez Hilton.
But I guess I can't refuse a challenge*.
Guess what, people. Winter break is in 123 days.
I'm still not used to winter in July. I mean, it's cold (Bah,cold.Not compared to Canada), but in Toronto people are tanning, swimming, and just having all the fun they can have before September starts. And Christmas in the summer!! Whoever thought of that?? How can you expect people to decorate christmas trees if there are none. Well, I guess there are those artificial 'Connect Branch A with Branch K, then glue on Leaf Y' trees. But one word: ew.
When I was small, Christmas for me meant snow, sledding, Santa Claus in appropiate weather attire and well, gifts of course :) And a family dinner thay always ended with all the neighbours auto-inviting themselves for a party at our house. That was always fun. Plus I got to drink champagne at nine years old and I felt oh-so-grown-up.
It's getting colder little by little here in Buenos Aires. And I forgot my school sweater in the bus. I hate our uniform. It's like tree meets paperbag. The other day I was window shopping, and I saw a green sweater that looked suspiciously like the one girls at our school need to wear, and it cost $600. What's next, everyone wearing disgusting brown oxfords, the ones I so-rebelliously replaced with shiny flats?
The world just gets uglier every day.


*yes,this is a challenge for me.


Mission Accomplished.

Holy Snickerdoodle and Cupcakes!

I'm having one of those days.
You know, those days you wake up and have thousand of things you could do to entertain yourself, but the word 'bored' just sticks in your mind and keeps you from doing anything.
Not only are there things I could do, but things I should, like clean out my closet and give the dogs a bath. They smell like crayons and fish. And chlorine, because my brothers pushed them into the pool. I could jump in the pool myself, but the sun's really strong, and last time I went swimming before three p.m, I went in a girl and out a lobster.
So, to entertain myself between noon, when I wake up, and three, when I can go swimming: I release my inner chef. Who would've known I make some mean cupcakes, and can actually bake chocolate-chip cookies without my brothers and I licking all the batter? I sure didn't.
But I guess I'm bragging :)
Anyway, I had a strange dream. I -for some random reason-went up into space and was forced to jump back to Earth by a robot monkey. Not even my psychologist-aunt can help me analyze that. Maybe I overcooked those brownies..
Or maybe I'm just crazy.
That would explain a lot.