Sunday, August 24, 2003

I'm back, and for good.

The trip has been horrible. We had a bunch of troubles with the car, it rained like hell making everything slower and I wasn't simply in the mood for enjoying much, although I minded myself that yes, even going for a funeral, I'm going to enjoy something of all that at the end.

The landscapes from the car that were stunning. Crossing Parana river over the 2 bridges and taking random shots for my e-friends made me feel better. I carried Anne Rice on the pack along with 7 CDs and my discman and that made the 6 hours go away faster and merrier. We entered the city, and without going anywhere else, we went directly to the funeral house where they were getting the Death Circuit (tm) started. I found out that my grand-aunt Poly has stopped dying her hair and now fancies many white strands on her hair. Also, that there's a new member in the family: my 16 year old cousin's (who's pregnant) boyfriend, who has more liberties with my family than I've ever had it. I've seen this before. He stays for 8 months max with them, and once my cousin gets tired of his dick, she ditches him off. I call them 'Momentary plugs'. Back to my grand-aunt, she was devastated, of course. It was her sister the one who died. My younger cousins are getting really older and stupid, which is no new. Some of those cousins I spent many afternoons playing in the mud with when I was little, didn't even came to show their faces. Whatever.

The cemetery of Concepción del Uruguay is a true museum. As usual, you get to observe the most antique and expensive tombs at the entrance, generally from the politicians that died over 100 or 200 years ago, the arystocratic families, etc, etc. I couldn't stop looking at them too much though there were exquisite architecture pieces of art; I couldnt, mostly because I was walking 2 steps behind the coffin. Seeing a dead body from so close is nothing to scare me, hell, been going to funerals all my life. But some of my cousins didn't even enter the room, those scarey chicken shit girls.

For Merlin's sake, you have to be afraid of the living ones. Not the dead ones. They are creepier than a corpse.

And if I know that

Once we tripped back to my grand-aunt's home the 42 people of my family, the real hell started. The door of my passed grand-aunt was locked with key. Not by accident, but security. My cousins are what you could compare with a bunch of lawyers drooling at a Divorce case to get their claws on.
The younger members of the family are a bunch of screaming, crying pigs that take anybody's patience off. From time to time I got closer to my aunt begging her to give me he car keys to go off, but she waved her hand and continued talking with them. She can't stand their stupidity too, but she does it only because... well, she's been educated to be more tolerant than me. And because we came from far, so we were forced to stay and talked with them a little longer. Result? I sat on a chair, silent, sleepy, tired and bored to hell looking at all of them making an hypocritical show of themselves for 4 hours. Then more thunders and a heavy rain I haven't seen since that time I was in the Iguazú jungle. Got myself a smoke out and this new self proclaimed member of the family comes and says:

"If you are planning to go driving around, I don't think you'll make it back through that street *points*. The water from all the city falls here and the level on the streets reach 10 inches sometimes"

He got off, I cursed under my breath and threw my cig off. That really, really sounded like a Divine Comedy-esque warning before leaving the Purgatory, as if I was going to fall in a deeper layer of Hell.

I'll make a cut of the 2 zillion discriminatory references to gays here, pronounced by my family because the more I talk about it, the more I start to grow this loath on them. I only managed to slap my grand-aunt's face with some of my refinest irony and shut her up, but I really, really wished I could shout dead on their faces to shut up. That night, my aunt who's the one in charge to make the long drive, decided to get the hell back home morning first hour of the day. Mother and I couldn't agree more.

The way back home was, if possible, worse. The rain was still heavy and the route, which is international, was full of trucks. We were driving sans heater at the car because it got broken at the coming trip, so yes, it was cold (we are in winter) and our breathing was making the windows foggy; for which I had to clean the windows all the time, especially in front of the driver seat. One of the windshield whiper got broken, right the one in front of the driver, we had to slow our speed down until we could reach a gas station. The closer one was 47 miles away. We got there also to get gas on the car. I got off, stand on land and notice my feet are pulling me down. The super intelligent people at the mechanician put sand all over the place. With mud and sand to the level of my knees, dressed like when I was when I went to the funeral coz I honestly didn't care to get more clothes, I spent 1:50 hours there. After all was ready, we turn the car on, try the windshield whiper and CRACK! it got broken again, didn't worked at all. The guy put the remaining one closer to the side of the driver and that took him 5 minutes. FIVE. MINUTES. Couldn't he simply do that from the very beginning instead of keeping us stuck in there, wet, cold and tired to hell?? Noooo. That would take some brain cells to work.

It was getting dark and my aunt doesn't want to drive at night. With all this, our drive back home took simply 8 hours of drive, praying that nothing else would get fucked up, tensed and tired. Of course, we arrived at night.

I smoked like a chimney all the time. Every new situation puts you in a higher level to collision with the first thing you have in front of you, therefore I got to keep my blood cold to not make things worse and act logically. Now, I have to work for the book fair in a laptop that is also giving me hell for the lack of memory on it, and that it should have been fixed according to my plans for the weekend, if this trip wouldn't have been realised.

No, don't worry. I haven't punched anyone yet. G'night.

07:51 p.m.
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Friday, August 22, 2003

Great.

My trip to La Plata and Buenos Aires for the Librarians Meeting from all the province just got cancelled. 40 minutes ago I woke up AGAIN with the news of death. They told us a relative in Entre Rios just died and we have to go, because it's the branch of the family that my family gives a shit to talk with.

So I'm going there in 30 minutes. Six hours of drive. Go fucking me.

10:23 a.m.
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Friday, August 22, 2003

Based on Book 5 of Harry Potter and the pure blood unholy marriages (See: Black Family & etc), here's a Southern version, by the minds of the Ali and I:

Kentucky!Potter also known as "The Neverending adventures of The Hogwarts Hillbillies"

(Dedicated to the luuvly Cousin Louise, who's surely chewing straws in good ol' KY. See? We think of you, ingrate!)

Ali: *hears Dueling Banjo's in the background*

Let: Hermione: Yo, 'usin! Wher' ya ganna marry cousin Parvanti? *to Draco*

Ali :Draco: I durnt know. Reck'n' sometime next week, assumin' the twisters durn't come back through 'gain.

Let : Dumbledore: *rocking on chair with riffle on his lap* *chews Bertie Botts jelly beans*

Ali:  Ron: Yo Herm! I gots us some dinner! *holds up roadkill* 'less you want me to put it back where for I got it.

Let : Hermione: *hands on waist* *shakes shoulders like a mad chicken* WATCHATHINK YA DOIN'?? Yew ganna get that back, 'mediatly!

Let : Duddley: *plays the sweat dance with the crook of his arm*

Ali: Ron: Aw 'Mione! But we don't gots no supper! It be fresh too!

Let : Crabble & Goyle: *getting into a burp competition*

Ali: Draco: Heh heh heh! *chases the pig around*

Let : Mione: We'd got some if ya work, lazy potato bag! *chews on tobacco*

Ali: Preacher: T'day we be here ta marry Jacob Patil and Padma Patil, cousins brough' tagehta in matrimony

Let : Students of Hogwarts: AAAAAYYYYMMMEEEENN!!!

Let : McGonagall: NO STEALIN' THE CHARITY MONEY! *beats kid with magic wand*

Ali: Neville: Buts Professor, I gots ta pay for a new cauldron or Snape is gonna beat me somethin' awful.

Let : Pa!Snape: *points at him* Get ya pants down! *gets stick ready to slap his ass* Ya ganna know whasss dycipline

Ali: Draco: Hey Pa! There be oppsssums hangin' from yo potions things 'gain.

Ali: Neville: *squeals like a pig* *runs*

Let : Pa!Snape: Do sumthin' n' get'em before ya cousin steals 'em 'way. *kicks ground with stick* That bastard's makin' meh loose money.

Let : Sirius: Hee hee hee hee!! *points wand and turns Neville's ass with a piggy tail* All ya need'sa n' apple in tha' mouth!

Ali: Draco: *catches oppossum* Whatcha wan' me ta do wit it Pa?

Ali: Neville: "Ey! Serus!

Fred: *points wand* *gives him donkey ears* Now who be tha ass?

Let : Pa!Snape: Leave 'm on tha' counter ovah Granma's 1920 radio thingie. Ganna work on that..... later. *pulls hat over face* *SNOOOOREEEEESSS*

Let : Sirius: It's SIIIIRIUS, pumpkin' head! *scratches crotch*

Ali: Draco: *puts oppossum on counter* *sits down next to pa* *chews hay* *takes nap*

Let : Cho: *curls locks with finger winking cutely at Harry* Pit-ey we ain't cousins, Harreeyy... *winky winky*

Ali: Harry: *GLUP*

Let : Trelawney: *gropes Cho's hips* She gatta good material for babies. Heeeee!!

Let : Ginny: *feeding her 23th baby and she's... 16*

Ali: Harry: Sure she does, but...uh...well...

Ali: Ron: GINNY! Who be makin' all them thar babies?

Let : Colin: *swats on his back* C'mon dudey! She gotta nice boobs!

Ali: Ron: *cocks rifle* Say that again!

Let : Colin: Eeeeh!! Was talkin' bout tha' China! *aims hands to the front*

Ali: Ron: *narrows eyes* *lowers rifle* Bettah 'ave been

Ali: Harry: *dons overalls*

01:59 a.m.
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Thursday, August 21, 2003

WHAT???? Do I look like your wife to complain like that? My laptop's hellish and my connection can't support the low memory Kanoe has. I got booted several times and I told you I was getting that.

Ô_o...

08:21 p.m.
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Thursday, August 21, 2003

OMG. You and I are such a bunch of silly bums on the phone! *chuckles* Can't believe it.

The phone's an evil invention. GRAH! She definately needs a PC, it's easier than babbling incoherencies on a tube. I feel SO idiot trying to make an interesting phrase speaking in English, and the worse, I'm a talking machine! I babble, and babble and babble. Poor Rae only had to manage "Yeah... yeahh... yeeeaahh.. .aaahaa..." A real pain in the ass. Someone needs to invent the virtual hug on the phone, because I soooo needed it! *sniffles* Je t'aime <3

07:30 p.m.
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Wednesday, August 20, 2003

You're the Elegant Fae. You walk with an air of
grace and perfection, but, you're not quite as
snobbish as the Regal Fae, though you have
tendencies now and then, but, don't worry.
Your heart is kind, and you just like the finer
things in life. Art, culture, literature. You
are truly you.

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Click on the pictures to enlarge! ^o^ I'm a Sylph! XDDDD! *huggles Froud's faerie* <3<3<3<3

07:49 p.m.
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Tuesday, August 19, 2003

My neck, at the top of my nape, hurts. I suppose I slept in a bad position, but still, I couldn't get the bad sensation all day. Also, while at work, I started to get a dry sensation, as if I got something down my jaw that is bothering me. Hurts a bit, so I guess I got some sickness from someone. It probably comes from this Saturday when I went to Hospital with Laura and Honorio, because I got to wait for 4 hours in there to get the boy attended and while waiting, you could get anything on those corridors stuffed with sick people. Ugh.


Wow, you are a true Gnome!

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*titters* Idiot questions, but pretty illustration.

06:17 p.m.
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Monday, August 18, 2003

*does a dance* Yay for lazy countries like mine who move the patriotic dates to have holidays! ^^;;;;;;

It's monday and yes! I'm at home instead of work! *cheers* I got some time to exchange a thread of mails and find out that I made some cameo appearances on a certain someone's dreams. *FLUSSSH!!!* ###^^###

Some social because I feel like it ^o^

You phantom, hace un toco que no hablo con vos, pero de todas maneras me gustaría que me mandes un mail con el monto de $$$ que te tengo que mandar, para ya quedarme tranquila con eso ^^;

Reeve got another fangirl stalker! XP Ne, I love the framed layout style, I may use it for my next version which I'm pondering nowadays <3<3<3 It looks really, really neat.

*observes in detail, concentration and attention* Gorgeous art, irmão. Of course, my attention fell on your college works. And just to think that some of those are hand-made makes my jaw drop. I'd start stabbing the piece of paper and shake my fist at the professor if he'd ask me to do something like this *DIES* Really, really good. And you made so many things in so short time! *claps* Very impressive.

*waves hand dismissively* Aye, aye, imouto-chan. It will pass, by the way, you know that phrase "No hay mal que por bien no venga"? I believe something lke that is going to come *huggles* Thanks for your concern <3 BTW, I replied your mail long ago, did you read it?

*shuders I heard on TV that over 5000 people died in there for the hot wave. I'm going to phone you tomorrow, no matter if I'll have to babble in French for a while to get to talk to you. *is worried*

*pant pant* *running late* HAPPY BIRTHDAY, AMMIE-CHAN! *pant pant* Sorry for the delay ^^;;;;;; I'm horrible for birthdays. I need to get an agenda that can stick to my retine to remember birthdates. (and like that, I don't think I'd ever remember still)

06:30 p.m.
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Sunday, August 17, 2003

This morning, while reading a journal from a friend's friend, inspiration stuck on me. I shall present you, my Ode To The Horny Whore

Dearest promiscuous friend, in regards to your hanky-panky mind-set
Known by acquaintances, is focused on the opposite (yet same as well, as it’s been set) sexual organ ingest
Would it cross your mind per chance, in your carnal slutty quest,
Pray tell, if you will you ever find the rest?

I'm sure she'd appreciate the prose too. Ehe.

05:42 p.m.
BGM :: The Zephyr Song / RHCP

Saturday, August 16, 2003

So.. *sigh* I'm deceptioned.

I'm sorry today to say that I have been taken down by a person I considered a.... friend for 15 years now.

When I was little, I used to be at my mom's library every afternoon to "help her" at work. I attended people doing the little I could such as asking their associated ID, getting their card, piling the books, going to the shelves to pick the book my mom taught me where to find it, etc. One afternoon, a high school girl in baggy big clothes (though she was very slim) came and looked weird at that 7 year old girl who asked her library ID. The teenager looked at that little girl who didn't even reach the level of the table which she was standing behind, and made the questions in a sing-song voice, imitating her mother as much as she could.

That day I met Lidia.

Fifteen years passed and after nearly 2 months without seeing her, she came home to 'visit' me. She was carrying a bag with the photos of her sonogram study. She's 3 months pregnant and the father is this guy she doesn't love at all, who's more than surely going to host her for a year in his house, maybe two and then she'll dump him. She got what she wanted, a baby. That's all.
At first I thought it was a visit to show me these nice pictures of her baby growing, but after mom came to the living room to watch some TV and I was with her there as well, she started asking about the job I got, and if I was going to take it. Thing is, my job is at morning on the library where she works during afternoon, and since she refused it because she wants to get more hours as teacher at schools, she practically left it open for anyone. She talked, and talked and talked with mom about it because it was mom, after all, the one who was offered to after Lidia refused it. Since mom got another job and she's not young enough to take a job with children, she left it for me.

As Lidia spoke, I looked at her with sadness. God. She only came to see who was the one who got the job she refused, to see how much they were going to pay me and how much she was keeping 'an eye open' to the new one at the library. Nobody actually told her yet it was *me* the one who was going to take it, but I'm 100% she knew and wanted to confirm it. When mom had to leave that library to go to the University one, Lidia told their boss that she'd get all the responsability alone, and that she wanted to get paid with the 2 bills: mom's and hers. (when mom was there, both worked as professional librarians there) Her boss told her 'Sure, sure!' and never paid it. She only got hers, with double work, and all for being fool enough to believe they were actually going to do it.

In that way, she screwed herself AND my oportunity to enter as an auxiliar librarian there. Christ, I've been there all my life, what better place to start working than going to the place I could work with my eyes closed, even? Well, no. Her ambition was more important.

And today, this. A blatant proof that she no longer cares to 'pretend' she's manipulating and using people to get what she wants, not caring a bit that she's stepping on other people's heads and stepping on something more precious even: friendship. Or at least what I THOUGHT it was friendship.

I do not know this person any longer.

It's like all they showed you a mask of a person upon your eyes, so well covered. A lie. By someone I loved, again.

So, there goes the last person I could consider a 'close friend' here. So I move on.

Goodbye, Lidia.

03:10 a.m.
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