me wanna go home
pheeew. I see my long days are back.
it was so pleasant going back to the shop today, and I wasn't in the least bothered that the Boss wouldn't let me out of his sight, not even to go to the loo or have a cup of tea; I spent the morning trotting between the two stores, getting all the papers ready for accounting, getting praised for the cleanliness of my record-keeping, and stupidly revolving upon my own axis. it's nice, isn't it, when folks notice that you've been gone and they're happy when you come back.
and that, my friends, was my sunny side of this day.
to not sound like a martyr for a change, I'll admit that the wellbeing held --sorta-- for a couple of hours after work, but they were spent planning class with rochester. we both solemnly agree --and never cease to repeat, to everyone's amazement-- that it's one of the lamest ways one can spend the time of day. specially with the ficco (festival internacional de cine contemporáneo) starting this week. I would encourage people more warmly to visit the website, but it's being retarded as is customary in mexican pages. hmph.
(si alguien conoce un link válido por favor móchense).
anyway, after some bitching and a fair amount of working, we grudgingly filed for class. as usual, the watch stopped ticking as soon as I crossed the door. the trap was closed; here I am for three hours. I'm not very sure what happened in all that time; I wrote the lyrics of a few of the longest songs I know by heart, we had a very informative reading about the history of chocolate; terms such as "amicable", "dire", "sown", etc had to be extensively defined, and sometimes acted out; then we sat back and contemplated profoundly upon our contemplation.
our class is scheduled for wednesday, and it's supposed to be the second to last, which is very much yay. the bad news is that the wicked instructor scheduled the exam I missed last monday --on account on being secluded in a gravity zero capsule under the risk of having my head cave in-- for right after the blessed class. which probably means that everything that didn't cave in last monday, will rightly leak out the day after tomorrow.
I know, I could have spared the visual too.
spring is in the air. my darling kitty is no exception and is now a slave to her hormones. yesterday night she spent nearly an hour cooing and singing to her sweetheart in the house next door, but he never came out. monkey is squeamish, he'd never set a paw outdoors until he moved to his current home, and consequently he is a bit wild; he is ok with her stealing his food, but not with the snuggling. not yet.
why haven't I had her fixed? interesting question. the answer is $$$. I'm taking her tomorrow to the vet so they give her The Pill --bitter, bitter irony. I'll just have to hope I'm not too late. I'm really not looking forward to taking care of a pregnant kitty who's still scared to death of mila, the Terrible Hound of Aguaskerville.
speaking of, marianne has started her own blog and she'll need peer pressure to keep up with it. there's the link then.
thus another weekday goes by... where has february gone?
top 3 of oh god it's so late
1. uptown girl -- billy joel
2.whoever you are -- geggy tah -- sp. dedicated to the guy who used me as a human shield to shove people left and right and get us off the damn bus
3. sultans of swing -- the dire straits
it was so pleasant going back to the shop today, and I wasn't in the least bothered that the Boss wouldn't let me out of his sight, not even to go to the loo or have a cup of tea; I spent the morning trotting between the two stores, getting all the papers ready for accounting, getting praised for the cleanliness of my record-keeping, and stupidly revolving upon my own axis. it's nice, isn't it, when folks notice that you've been gone and they're happy when you come back.
and that, my friends, was my sunny side of this day.
to not sound like a martyr for a change, I'll admit that the wellbeing held --sorta-- for a couple of hours after work, but they were spent planning class with rochester. we both solemnly agree --and never cease to repeat, to everyone's amazement-- that it's one of the lamest ways one can spend the time of day. specially with the ficco (festival internacional de cine contemporáneo) starting this week. I would encourage people more warmly to visit the website, but it's being retarded as is customary in mexican pages. hmph.
(si alguien conoce un link válido por favor móchense).
anyway, after some bitching and a fair amount of working, we grudgingly filed for class. as usual, the watch stopped ticking as soon as I crossed the door. the trap was closed; here I am for three hours. I'm not very sure what happened in all that time; I wrote the lyrics of a few of the longest songs I know by heart, we had a very informative reading about the history of chocolate; terms such as "amicable", "dire", "sown", etc had to be extensively defined, and sometimes acted out; then we sat back and contemplated profoundly upon our contemplation.
our class is scheduled for wednesday, and it's supposed to be the second to last, which is very much yay. the bad news is that the wicked instructor scheduled the exam I missed last monday --on account on being secluded in a gravity zero capsule under the risk of having my head cave in-- for right after the blessed class. which probably means that everything that didn't cave in last monday, will rightly leak out the day after tomorrow.
I know, I could have spared the visual too.
spring is in the air. my darling kitty is no exception and is now a slave to her hormones. yesterday night she spent nearly an hour cooing and singing to her sweetheart in the house next door, but he never came out. monkey is squeamish, he'd never set a paw outdoors until he moved to his current home, and consequently he is a bit wild; he is ok with her stealing his food, but not with the snuggling. not yet.
why haven't I had her fixed? interesting question. the answer is $$$. I'm taking her tomorrow to the vet so they give her The Pill --bitter, bitter irony. I'll just have to hope I'm not too late. I'm really not looking forward to taking care of a pregnant kitty who's still scared to death of mila, the Terrible Hound of Aguaskerville.
speaking of, marianne has started her own blog and she'll need peer pressure to keep up with it. there's the link then.
thus another weekday goes by... where has february gone?
top 3 of oh god it's so late
1. uptown girl -- billy joel
2.whoever you are -- geggy tah -- sp. dedicated to the guy who used me as a human shield to shove people left and right and get us off the damn bus
3. sultans of swing -- the dire straits
Labels: cats, daily, frustración, gigs, lily
posted by gaby san at
2/20/2006 11:57:00 PM
1 Comments:
Página oficial...todavía no sale, pero hay esto:
Es un gusto informarles que ya está a la venta el número de Tiempo Libre que incluye nuestro Suplemento Especial con toda la Programación FICCO 2006.
Selección oficial, Galas, Para Todos, 11:59 y cada uno de nuestros enfoques, además de eventos especiales, programados por día en 2 semanas de cine en la ciudad.
No se pierdan la cartelera más actualizada de nuestra tercera edición que da inicio el próximo 21 de febrero.
Un fuerte abrazo,
Verónica Ortiz Cisneros
Dirección de Comunicación.
Besitos, corazón.
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