Par-tay

[bending_sickle]

Yesterday I went to see the "Fiestas de Gracia" , Gracia being a neighbourhood in Barcelona, and the fiesta mayor consisting of a competition between different streets as to who can decorate it the best. Decorations include papermache, lights, fountains and a whole lotta stuff that doesn't sound impressive but is damn pretty to look at. I'm assured there's other events, too.

Like for example, the theatre in absurdist style that a girl from my German class was in. It was funny, though hard to follow. I mean, individual characters and scenes were easy and hilarious, but the whole story went woosh over my head. Also, it was in catalan which, you may recall, I've refused to take official classes in, yet understand a good portion of. Obviously, that portion varies with the amount of absurdist talk and accents.

Monday I'm planning on going to a Jazz bar/restaurant for its live music featuring "Slim's Jazz Quartet", (althuogh it charges cover, 7 euros on Monday). I've contacted a few ex-German-class comrades so hopefully I won't go there on my lonesome. Although, if I had to go drink alone at a bar, a jazz-bar would be my top option. Girly-drinks would be in order as well.

This weekend I aim to a) set dates for TOEFL and GRE, b) make banners/icons for sickle_stories and learn how to put links into pictures c) write and d) sunbathe.

There's just the two of us (Victor and I) at the office, with nothing to do. He's playing War Craft 3. He showed me all the story-clips one boring workday and I must say, pretty*.

Oh, and you probably all know this already, but not-so-new planets. What's in a name? Well, I don't know about you, but "2003 UB313" doesn't exactly roll off the tongue. On the other hand, think of all the suffering the kiddies are going to have to go through to learn the planets in the solar system now. *evil glee* Oh, and double planets are wierd.

I dreamt yet another frustrating dream that left me feeling unresolved. My dad, brother and I were doing a road trip and had ended up in Cancun, which I'm always glad to be in. However, I had a Math Final the next day, back home in Costa Rica (because I have a poor grasp of dream-geography) and was exceptionally upset that dad had just up and decided to drive us to Cancun without our knowledge of the destination. (My brother didn't say anything ever. He was just there, as he usually is.) Dad was all, "I don't care. In fact, I've decided we'll spend the night at this hotel." And I'm trying tor eason with him that we have to go now, because I don't know when my examis (am or pm - which is so not like me) but that it's bloody tomorrow and we need to freakin' go.

And that's when I woke up and cursed because I never actually fixed it.

Taking out the whole "in Cancun with a Math Final to write in Costa Rica", that's kinda how things are with dad, be it me or mom at the "thar be logic" side of the world. Plus, currently, dad's being a jerk headache because I got peeved at him always calling at the most inoportune times (i.e. lunch time on Sundays at my uncles) despite being told over and over not to call then. (Or like he'll call when everyone who knows my other uncle *knows* he's having a nap. Dad's all, "I calls whens I likes.") Calling at these time means he says, "Oh, yo're busy. Well, just wanted to see how you were. Bye, I'll leave you to it." I got further peeved at him only asking single-word-answer questions, such as, and I quote: "Where are you? What are you doing? How are you? Did you do x?" I expressed said irritation, he hung up on me, and has refused to speak to me since "until I appologize". For what, complaining that he doesn't ever actually talk to me?

Gar.


* I can never spell pretty. Or, well, I can, but it always looks wierd.