noelia_g

I just need to rant briefly, excuse me. It's not going to last long. Here goes.

I have two jobs, and yes, they both are afternoon and evening jobs, which means I can get up late. But I have to be hyper-aware at six pm, which is when I teach the kids groups, and so it can't be late in my day, it needs to be the middle of the day for me, so I can dance and jump and sing and enthuse about present perfect.

I study two different subjects (technically, three), have an MA in-progress and a bunch of projects I'm working on, including trying to figure out new software for editing dubbing and voice-over and subtitles and generally working with strange new things.

I am reading seven books at the moment, and all of them are for school or the MA. I am watching 32 tv series currently, and I'd like to point out that YES, tv shows were how I taught myself English, so it's not a weste of time. I am writing NaNoWriMo and averaging 2500 words a day or so. I had one free day this month, and my next free day will fall on the freakin' Christmas Eve. I have social life and I actually meet with people other than online, which had been my mother's pet complain for years now.

And I swear, if my mother calls me lazy one more time, and tells me that I basically do nothing for days, I'm going to scream.

I don't get angry often, but FUCK IT.

I just had a long talk with Mom, about my studies and what I plan to do with them, the possibilites of studying abroad, the other studies I want to take next year, my theses, my work, my business plans and generally the direction in which I see my life heading...

...and we didn't end it with an argument.

I'm kind of huh? what just happened? about it now.

It's kind of nice, in a freaky bizarro way.

My grandparents are devout practicing catholics. Me and my Mom are... not. Last time I've been in church and it wasn't for a wedding was four years ago, at friend's Confirmation, because it was important for her. My Mom? Only weddings and funerals and christenings.

Today my Mom wanted to do a chicken for dinner. It may seem random but I do have a point. Then she remembered what day it was, and changed her mind, and we got grilled potatoes (which I do actually prefer above chicken, but that's not the point). Today is Ash Wednesday, so Lent, right? And as Mom is not catholic, not even christian, should it matter? I mean, she doesn't feel guilty about not following the rules of other religions she is also *not* a follower of.

I think what really puzzles me is that she doesn't feel guilty about not going to the church. Nor about not going to the church on every Sunday. Not about not taking communion since... I can't say, long time. But she does feel guilty about the chicken, ergo, potatoes.

What do you guys think? Because I have no idea what to think.


In other news, A in the Psychology exam. I didn't even get any questions, we just chatted for half an hour (freaking out the other people who were waiting outside for their turn, as they were thinking the questions are so many and so harsh). And the prof told me I'm a joy to have in class. If you ever have any doubts, refer back to here: I. Am. Joy. So there.

;D

Mom when drunk is kind of fun. And I'll do things for money. Does that make me a whore?

Mom: Go buy me more champagne.
Me: No.
Mom: Mooooreeee chaaaaaampagne.
Me: I am not helping you get stinking drunk.
Mom: I gave birth to you! It was painful! Go buy me chaaaaaampagne!
Me: Anaesthetics don't work 22 years later.
Mom: I'll give you money.
Me: I have money. Not helping you get drunk.
Mom: If you go buy me chaaaaaampagne, I'll give you... 200 more pounds for when you go to Scotland.
Me: Want some strawberries with that?

Mom: *trying to call the dog (whose name is, btw, Beckett)* Bre... Bet... Beret!
Me: His name is Beckett.
Mom: 100 pounds says I can call him Beretta.
Me: Oh, look, pretty Beretta.

Mom: Why are Heroes in jail?
Me: That's Prison Break, mom.
Mom: Oh! Why am I not watching this? They are preeeetty.

SERIOUSLY. Mom FTW.

My net was down for the day, because my provider apparently decided they don't love me anymore (but the guys in the helpline do, since we now have a very close relationship after me calling them up seven times in an hour...).
When it was back up, my Mom took over, and if you ever have a depression I really recommend watching my mother trying to fight pop-ups... *click* *click* *click* DIE YOU FUCKER! *clickclickclick*
Awesome stuff.

Mom being awesome, part 2.
Yesterday, Poland-Croatia football game? We watched it, me and mom together. Yeah, weird, but hey, weirder things happened... probably.
Ten minutes into the game:
Me: Which goal-keeper is ours?
Mom: The yellow one.
Me: Okay. *pause* Then why are we trying to shoot at his gate-thingy?
Mom: We're not. They are.
Me: No, we are.
Mom: No, they are. See, the blue ones are trying to get the ball in, the yellow one is trying to save it.
Me: Mom, we are the blue ones!
Mom: No way! We are the white and red ones!
Me: No, they are! See, the blue ones have Polish names on their backs!
Mom: *pause* Who are we playing with, anyway?

Also, a highlight of the day?
Grandpa called. He rarely calls, usually my Grandma does. And this may be the reason why...

Grandpa: So... *pause* How are you?
Me: So great! It's negative!
Grandpa: *long pause, then, carefully* What?
Me: Pregnancy test, of course.
Grandpa: Is your mother there?

I swear, it's too easy. I know I shouldn't, I know, but I was caffeinated and just finished watching King Baby ep of CSI, can you blame me?

And on the topic of CSI. Am I the only one who thinks they are really lucky all the crime scenes are in really clean houses? I mean, if I was ever killed in my room? They wouldn't find anything. Or rather, they would find a lot of shit, but no useful out-of-place purple fibres on spot clean white carpet. Instead, they would find many different fibers, paper-clips, little paper bits, random nail... I mean, seriously, when I watch the show I have this need to clean up my room so they can find my killer... it passes in about five seconds, so that's good, though.

And randomnly, I wonder what happened to all My Little Ponies I used to have. Did I give them away? Probably, yeah, but maybe they are in one of the boxes in the basement... *ponders*
I know I gave the movies away, which was stupid, cuz now I kinda want to watch the one with the muddy thing filling up the valley... it was kind of fun...
On the related note, if you hadn't read My Little Ethereal/Occult Beings by lovelyzelda (a My Little Pony/Good Omens crossover) then you've never read the ultimate crack. I dare you not to laugh once while reading it. Come on, try :D