It's peanut butter chocolate time!

So, I finally have all my grades, that's good. I have as general grade 9.2 which is pretty good because the highest grade is 10.

Now, with this I can get a good scholarship and I can be considered to take the Double Plan, which pretty much means I get to study two years outside Mexico.

Where? Well, or my major that would be New Mexico. Albuquerque to be precise.


I'm...not really sure how I feel about that.


I mean, I have nothing against Albuquerque, or New Mexico for that matter. Hell, I don't even know the place.

I think I'm worried about the weather, and hell, that's a stupid thing to worry about...But Still.

Meh...Who cares? If it's for my career I'll do it. Hopefully I'll like the place.

I'm positively sure I've just sprained my wrist.

Not that I complain, mind you, it happened during a very fun activity.

Breaking a piñata.

It's been at least five years since the last time I broke one. I happened to miss it a damn lot, so now that I had the opportunity I kicked ass.

The first piñata? I couldn't broke it, but my turn was wild. I beat the crap out of the piñata and then when they were trying to get it away of me I catched the cord and managed to hang of it, just by one hand, while I was beating the piñata with the other.

The second piñata? A guy broke it with a single punch, it was awsome. Also I ran as fast as I could, tossed myself to the ground, wrestled with a guy and then stole almost all the candy.

The third piñata? We broke the stick before the piñata, but then a girl and I started beating the thing at the same time, two sticks are better than one...Yet it was being hard to broke, So I loose my patience and used the other side of my stick (Now a spear) and stabbed the piñata to dead. I stabbed it and then gutted it...
Again, it was awsome. (But I think I sprained my wrist)

The fourth piñata? Three guys started to beat it with three short sticks. It took time, but at the end of it they broke it. Not as awsome, but again I wrestled for candy.

I love piñatas

Look Man, I'm sorry but we can't take it anymore.

We (The group) finished our papers, our investigations, everything is ready and we are just cleaning stuff, you know, checking grammar and such.

Why in hell did you decided that his was a good time to tell us what the work must include and how we should write it.

You are supposed to give us that kind of things BEFORE we even start working in the paper.

It's like asking us to bake a cake, wait for when we are adding the frosting and then give us the recipe.

It's not cool man.

Now we all have to write the damn thing again, in less than a week.

Thank you very much

Look sir, I know you are busy and all the stuff, you've told me already and I understand.

But I've send my paper to you at least three times now, and every time you promise to give it a read and tell me what is wrong (Because for god sake, there's always something wrong isn't it?)

Well, just do it!

Really man, again I know you are busy, but I really need to start another investigation report and I just can't do it because I need to know the first one is good and finished. I mean, I know it's finished, there's barely a thing I can add, but please pretty please, just take your time, give it a quick read, tell me how can I make the damn antithesis coherent with the rest of the text and it's over.

I'll stop pestering you and I'll be able to have my grades on time.



Also, for my "team mate" that just keeps disappearing.

Fuck you man. I'll do the job and I'll put my fucking name on it, and to hell with you. I won't give you credit for a work you didn't do.

Today I learned something new that will help me trough my life, that I'm sure.

I've been working on a final essay for a while now, I picked a theme related to what I'm studying (It is called subject or what? I'm still not sure about that one. Any help?).

Anyway, I picked what pretty much can be summed as "Negative influence of the beauty ideal over Mexican teenagers"
Researching, writing and reflexing about the whole damn thing I've got to the conclusion that the whole idea is so far fetched that it's just stupid to worry about it.

Sure, taking care of what you eat and working out is good, whatever the reason that lead you to do it in first place, but lately I've felt much more comfortable about my body, and that's pretty much amazing.

I mean, I came to terms with my height long time ago. I stopped growing (Upwards at least) during highschool, leaving me with the grand height of 5'04ft, so really, it's not a problem (at least in Mexico) and it's actually quite practical.

Weight issues though, those are a whole different thing. Anyway, thanks to this essay I've been learning so much about body image and acceptance and really I can say right now that I feel comfortable with the way I look. Yes I want to be in better shape and condition, but mainly because I want to be able to run without loosing my breath, although technically I think that's because of my sinusitis.

Well, I bought two hamsters a while ago, well, y roomie and I bought a couple of hamsters a while ago.

We named them Tony and Stephen. However...Apparently Stephen was a he, so he is now named Steve.

However, we leaved this weekend and Surprise! Tony had little hamsters. Therefore, she is Toni.

But Steve is missing...

I'm still confused.

I have to do, in the course of a week, three things that I'm embarrassed of.

The problem is that I'm such an outgoing person that it's hard for me to think about one...

But, after a couple of minutes thinking...I think I have them.

-Wear a Dress without leggings or something to cover myself.
-I'll go to the damn sexshop (Yes, I haven't been there...yet)
-Probably go and flirt with the guy I like ('Cause god knows I can flirt with anyone I'm not attracted to)

The damned thing is not working.
I have checked everything, everything, it isn't working, just...no.

Okay, yes, the thing was around 20 dolars, not really top class I know, but still It has to work when I want it to.

...Luckily for me, my college has this pretty nice coffee shop. 100% Mexican coffee.

Yumm

Or at least it is sprained.

Whatever it is, it jurst  hurts. A lot.

EDIT: Jurst? Jurst?  JURST?  Okay, that's pain for you.

Let me tell you what I like about the college Library.

( I got the creeps writing this )

Mainly because it's true. I'm not lying about this shit.