to 2015, about 2014

Heeeey...

[Is it awkward that blogging feels awkward because I very seldom do it? Why do I even have blogs? Seriously, like.]

So yep, I don't blog a lot, but this year has been intense, and I kind of want to wrap it up a bit. Not with a party, no. More like, with a bit of thinking.
Here's a tip, now: the best way to organize your ideas is to verbalize them having in mind as heterogeneous a public as you cat get. Yeah, I mean "the Internet".

Let's go back to the intenseness of this year, so. Umh.

2014 didn't start well for me, my family, or the people I was close to at the time.
And then, it didn't get better.

Generally speaking, I spent the first few months wishing that at the New Years' Eve celebration, somehow, I had been tranported to some shitty parallel reality, from which I'd eventually come back. So maybe I'm still trapped here...
But to be honest, right now I believe that would have been too good. "Good" didn't belong to my 2014.

Because of this, I think that I'm going to make a list and I also think that it will be no easy task. But nice things are there even if we fail to notice them (that wasn't me, it was a mantra thingy. I'm miserable and bitter. Optimism is for tossers. And so on), so I'm going to write down the things that happened during 2014 and which make me feel good.

- Hyuna. All about her.
- Going back to work with kids. They're honest little people.
- Fiding out friends. As in, realising for the first time that a certain individual is a true friend who values me and worries about my wellbeing, and whom I value and about whose wellbeing I worry.
- My Degree End Research Project. Lexical borrowing processes from Old English to the Renaissance, if ay of you want to throw some ideas.
- Seeing again people I'd missed.
- Having money. This is one if the things that has changed most since last Christmas. And it may sound as crappy as you like, but feeling ok about my economic status rather that it keeping me from sleeping- a blessing. And being able to buy things, both for me and for other people, and from other people, nice.
- I've read a lot this year. Highlight: I've discovered Terry Pratchet. Oh, is he good.

That's it.

Now, to this coming year, I'd like to ask one single thing: let us all find out that the decisions we made in 2014 were the right ones.
I've got no resolutions and no promises to make in return for that favour, so the only thing I can offer is the knowledge that, upon taking those decisions, I did the best I could. I hope that's enough and if it's not, then there's nothing I can change anyway.

Memories (and you may all go and decide I'm a nerd now- I'm still a proud one.)

In these past days, two unrelated yet very related memories came back to me.

First one I remembered the other day (I actually think it was yesterday, but my perception of time is so very messed up lately, I can never know). I was FB texting the Firetruck (that annoying being- I can only picture his stupid perpetual smile, but everytime I talk to him he is crossed, or sarcastic, or sad, or an emo, or not happy in any other way. And he is too amazing for that shit)and at one point he said the following:

"[P]oor you, spending your time in an studyship you chose in order to find a job you love."

And it reminded me. it remimded me of my 20 year old "self" (who was barely a self at all), that miserable thing, being put to study English without even being asked about it. Of course I didn't say a thing, because, well, I do love what I am doing, but I remembered, I felt. I felt the urge to escape that life people were shaping for me without my consent, I remembered hating it and everybody so much.

That's my first memory.

My second memory arised after the community reunion this morning, or maybe two weeks ago. There exists this omnipresent talkative neighbour (she tends to be there when my mother's reserve is saving me some embarrasment, and likes to compensate), and my birthday is about to come, so of course she started relating her -very reshaped- memories of my childhood. And it brought my own back.
She was narrating how much I loved being cared for by her daughter and how happy I was at those times, and it made me picture myself being happy while I did that that made me happy.
I... developed writing systems, inventing their symbold, deciding what sounds were and were not represented (for they were writing systems for imagined languagues), and which ones were to be written in dygraphs.
I also read enciclopaedia entries and investigated the evolution of letters and their different shapes in the écritures of old times. I looked at them and enjoyed the fascination they made me feel.
I asked my mom to write things for me using greek letters so that I could decipher it.
I read Asterix comics in French to try and grasp some of the meaning.
I searched the internet for a glossary of Old Irish words (who wan't modenr languages when there is obsolete ones abound?) and memorised them.
I read an old Latin diccionary and copied down words that I found interesting.


I lived for them, for all the words in all the languages, for all the ways in which both changed, chifted, evolved, all this time.

I quote Christabel LaMotte now.

"Words have been all my life, all my life."

hi

So...
(wow, I wasn't aware I hadn't written here for such a long time)
Well...

Actually, I had been thiking of posting some ideas here for the last few days but I had eventually decided not to because there is nothing to gain from "ohmygodmylifesuckssobadI'msomiserable" posts.

But then today life sucked worse that usually, and I still wanted to be a good girl, but my friends wouldn't help me, and suddenly I found myself changin my fb profile picture for one in which I was 14 and suicidal, and then writing a post/joke about my fb page being suicidal itself (in which, for the record, I encouraged it to be strong and not kill itself).

And friends, a friend, one very dear friend who has been really helpful and good to me before, well, him, couldn't think of anything else to do but scol me for laughing at suicide when I'm only just trying hard to ridiculize the idea of my own suicide, because, as it happens, I do wish I wasn't alive. And it's just that it made me feel so bad, because he, well, maybe it was just me being paranoid, but my sensation has been that he wasn't being any great lately, and God, it would help if he were.

So whatever.
Suicide humour sucks, yeah, exactly as much as being me does, and I'm fucking free to laugh at it if I want to, the last thing I need is people making me feel worse.

bye

there's a bunch of stuff that scares me.

Even now, when being in love feels great no matter how unrequited it is (apparently not too much), it terrifies me.

Wasting my only chance to make you love me terrifies me,
Letting you fade away from my life terrifies me,
Screwing our friendship up terrifies me,
Taking steps towards you without your previous consent terrrifies me,
Using pressure until you can not scape terrifies me,
Making you run away terrifies me,
Letting go of you terrifies me,
Repenting terrifies me,
Being so afraid terrifies me,
Not being able to tell what I feel and how I feel it terrifies me,
Feeling this much terrifies me,
The way my friends talk about my terror terrifies me,
Crying about it terrifies me,
The closeness of the day when you'll leave terrifies me,
Not being here when you go terrifies me,
Never getting to kiss you terrifies me,
Not being the one for you if you are the one for me terrifies me,
The estructural deepness of the difference between liking you and liking all the other people I've liked terrifies me,
The cozyness of your gaze terrifies me,
Letting go of your hugs terrifies me,
Dissaponting you terrifies me,
It all terrifies me...

... so much that my body just stop working.

And that terrifies me, too.

Slightly...

...depressed.

But mostly anxious.

Because whem M. and I started planning our future here everything was going to be awesome and great and I even knew who the father of my children was going to be*, and I still believe it's going to be all of that, but making it is not easy at all.

Which kind of felt great at the begining because it was almost like a dare and I'm basque so I love dares, or something, but lately, it's been wasting me just too much.

And I need to keep going. Shit. I need to go even faster and further.
But it's been ages since I run out of spoons for this.

And the good tiny little detais don't feel that good anymore because I'm grown used to them, and the shitty tiny little details make me opressively depressed.

Because.
We've made lots of decissions, and have taken one heavy step forward after the other, and right now, I've only got one thing left to do (and yes it's the biggest thing off them all but it is still only one) and after this weekend everything on our part will be done, but we will still be, physically, at the starting point.
And what do you do then? Well, you gather the reamins of your strength and start over again.
And if you've got no remaining stregth left? Well, you either let yourself die in a ditch, or you pretend you do have some left and start over again.

Even if you are too tired to do anything but curling up in a corner and rocking and crying tiny tears.


That big massive only thing I've got left to do happens to be as big and massive as handing my CV in every... everywhere. I was suposed to do it today, but when I looked myself in the mirror I saw a terrible ghost that nobody would ever want to hire. And that's my mian problem right now: I'm so wasted that the fact that I can't do it doesn't matter anymore because even if I did it it'd be useless, given my state.


I might just want a hug and a shoulder to cry on, but I really feel so down I've actually been thinking of letting anxiety get over me and going back home and coming back after summer. Or for summer. Or whatever. And not letting myself do that  is devouring my own stomach and....

Whatever.
I'm going to stop this meaningless whining. (You know what's the worst of all? That I'm still going to publish this because... because...)



*Imagine having an answer for this even without the slightest intention of actually having any children...

[Y de repente te das cuenta de que estás dando pasos de gigante hacia un futuro que te aterra, pero que tú has elegido. Y sientes miedo y orgullo, y mariposas en el estómago...]

So... It seems I’m... getting out of the closet. About my autism, that is.

One of the reasons why I finally thought “So what the fuck?” and went aupairing was that my friend M. was doing it, and reading about it in her blog, it looked amazing.

My relationship with M. begun around 2006 in a certain foto-blog plataform and we’ve been in touch via different social networks, and we follow each other blogs. So, she knows about my aspergers. I think she is actually the only person I knew before I found out that knows.

And I decided to come aupairing to Irealnd and I ended up in Co. Cork, were she is. And we met up (for the first time and it was weird and great and whatever).

But the thing is she knows.

And then one saturday night I told F., because I... felt like it.

So she knows too.

And we were chatting the other day and... well, if G. didn’t properly realize what’s going on, then he just sort of did, but it was stated clear that my mind works in a different way at least.

And I’m getting out of the closet and it feels... a lot of different things.

Of course it feels great. I had actually thought of this experience as a way of starting a life that makes me feel better, with less passing and more freedom, right from the instant “So what the fuck?” came into my mind. And being free to be yourself feels fucking great.

And of course it’s hella scary too, I mean, now I suddenly am openly* autistic, and I don’t really know what’s expected from me or to what point I can act like myself and not my passing self, and what aspects of my autistic mind are OK and not creepy to reveal to the people that I want to keep as friends, and how is people going to respond to it? Are they all going to start acting weird and ruin it all? And is it safe? or does it make me just even more vulnerable?

And them I’m proud, because I’m actively taking my own steps towards what I think it should be. Because, come on, asking for the right to be something you’re actually hiding you are is not exactly cool, right? And asking for better conditions and understanding for and about you while you’re not ready to show it is about you is both mean and... mean, right? And when you’re changing that hypocrite part of you (even if it’s only a small part of it, not the whole, not all at once, it feels good, and your self steem suddenly grows, because you don’t really accept yourself until you publicly accept yourself, right?

*Openly with my friends, even just with some of them (the friend-est ones anyway), that is, with the peope I freely relate with,  not with my hostfamily or the people we just hang out with.

I found my spot

It's been two months since I came here aupairing, and they0ve been great, but.
As my bedroom is not my bedroom because my house is not my house and my family are not my family, I was missing having a safe spot.
Having a gorgeous rocking chair in a corner in my bedroom made that absence easier to deal with, but still.

And the other day I found something brilliant in my mail: "Loud Hands". And I started reading it right away, but I felt I needed a safe spot to read it as it deserves to be read.

And I've got to babysit tonight so going all the way to cork to be back early, having into account that there's no bus to come back early, didn't seem a good idea.

So this morning, after all the cries have ceased (it's amazing how much the kids cry when I'm not around) I've got out of bed, had some breakfast, paced some lunch, put "Loud Hands" in my Kindle, and walked away, looking for a nice spot to make mine.

I've walked quite a bit but then: there was a meadow, loud enough to be a nice meadow but not too lopud to make an annoying unpleasant sound; there was trees, and rocks, and this magic green climbing up the trees and covering up the rocks. And there was a nice flat rock with no moss on it and it all was by the tiniest road ever, and there was no houses around and it was perfect.
So I sat there and drank my tea and smoked half a pack of cigarrettes and read and it was perfect.

And when I was coming back I thought of what I need to make it be always perfect and.

I'm very happy right now.


About how it is to be an Aspie-Aupair: well, I'm managing it the same nasty way I manage my whole life-passing, but it's somehow not that hard, or harsh, or whatever. I guess every aupair needs to pass, too.
And I just can't believe how lucky I've been because my kids are amazing and very easy to handle.

There is something, now.

I'm being exploited when it comes to housework.
Somehow or other, I knew it was going to happen from the very begining, and I just chose to accept it.
Because the last (and first) time I tried to live on my own... well... that experience made it clear I couldn't.
But because I've got an enormous sense of obligation, I'm actually able to do everything the house needs to get done here, and you know, maybe I can get used to it, or at least, become permanently aware of what needs to be done, and whatever.

The stuff I'm not managing well are, my showers (sorry for that to everyone around me) and socialising with my host parents (butnow, I didn't really talk to my parents at home, either...).

#CorkAdventure in a new blog

Thank's to Ana's amazing idea of keeping her informed of her boots' whereabouts, I've found a brilliant way of relating my new life as an aupair in Cork.
And I'll do it in a new blog, DYKE BOOTS

I'm not 100% sure yet but I'll probably do it in Spanish, as the rest of my life's gonna be in English, but who knows anyway.

I will repost here anything I think is related to autism or important in some way not related to my auapir experience, and I promise I'll do an effort not to completely abandon this blog.

Anyway,
Don't forget to check it and you know :)

I hate it when people does things for me without me asking and they do them in the wrong way.

Like, you know, there's this guy who apparently likes me a lot, and yeah I also kind of like him, and he asked me to be his girlfriend but I said "no" because I was leaving, and the moment was not the best to explain things so I just said no.
And this morning he went to the restaurant before I was there and my mom told him I'm leaving.

So when I arrived he's looked at me with a sad look and he's said "So your leaving" and I said "Yes" and he asked "for how long" and I said "minimum 7 months" and his look's turned even sadder.

And shit.

(And yeah, this is me whining and I'm sorry about that but I needed to split it out)

Driving while autistic. Aspxiety.

After doubly recibing the “original Blog Award”, and this time from none else but my highly admired blogger M., I find myself in the need of becoming a decent blogger who writes interesting posts.

But I’ll leave that to growth XD.

I’m only going to write about my little troubling dayly life today, because, for being my hollydays, it’s generating a lot of anxiety.

There are a bunch of factors, mainly a) the fact that I couldn’t escape driving license this Summer, b) that my close word is going through a creepy and disgusting political process in the form of “youngsters’ conspiration” c) the constant harassment A. faces in front of me.

Let’s develop!

a) I will never make a safe driver of myself. 
I don’t even want to drive, I’ve never felt the slighest interest for it. But I live in a very small village with no decent public transport system (I don’t enjoy public transport a single bit, but I prefer that to having to drive myself) and I sometimes need to go to places, such as, you know, class. Mom is sick of driving me, which is understandable, and that’s why I’ve got to take my licence. First of all, let me tell you that both taking the licence and driving in Spain are not as easy as, say, in USA. I’m working on the thorical part of the licence right now, most part of which I think is very stupid. I’ve got issues with studying stuff I consider stupid. But that’s not the problem. The problem are the practical licence and the lessons I will have to face to get it. I just don’t want to. Practical lessons were always a hell for me, even when (as normally happened) I already knew what I had to do. Imagine if I don’t. I’ll have to understand everything the teacher asks me to do, and not be clumpsy, and not be too nervous to move a muscle. And laugh at the teacher’s jokes, which includes identifying them as jokes. I can’t do that. 
And I can't keep a uniform attention level to the loads of things a driver needs to at the same time, and I can't not pay attention to loads of things that a driver needs to ignore. And I get easily overwelmed by stimuli when I'm forcefully paying attention to things, and then I suddenly need to stop working and put my back on a corner and close my eyes and ears and let my brain process all the accumulated stimuli before being able to face the world again. It doesn´t sound safe to do that while driving.

And this may sound horrible for some of you but I’m not anything into doing stuff I don’t think I can do.




Look foward for new posts for points b and c (you may have them both, or one of them, or none, before the day ends).

Meme! Reading Habits

I just read this meme at A Room of One's Own and decided I wanted to play too.

Do you snack while you read? If so,  your favorite reading snack? I sometimes do. Whatever (I'm a heavy snacker). Also, it is good since it keeps me "active" while reading so I can keep my attention longer, if not, I suddenly feel like doing stuff (drawing, writing, sewing...) while reading and the situation turns unconfortable. But it is a problem if the snack ends before the reading is over.

What is your favorite drink while reading? Also whatever. Ideally, tea, but mostly coke.

Do you mark your books as you read, or does the idea of writing in a book horrify you? The idea of writing in a book horrifies me, but I need to take notes while reading (I've montioned it before) so I keep a noebook by my side. If I don't have a notebook, I pick a piece of paper, a tissue, something, and if there's nothing at reach, then I write on the book. Theese notes are usually artistic. 

If I find notes of previous readers in a book I'm reading, my reaction varies from total horror to delight depending on the quality of the notes and the caligraphy. 

How do you keep your place while reading a book? Bookmark? Dog-ears? Laying the book half open? Bookmark. Sometimes dog-ears, but I don't like it. I try to keep a bookmark for each book I read.

Fiction, non-fiction, or both? Fiction? But I'm lately reading loads of non-fiction and enjoying it a lot.

Are you a person who tends to read to the end of a chapter, or can you stop anywhere? To the end of the chapter. If not, to the end of a scene, if not, to the end of a paragraph. But to the end of a chapter if there's not some superior force impeding it. 

Are you the type of person to throw a book across the the room or on the floor if the author irritates you? Never done it. I normally put the bookmark on place, close he book, have a look at the cover, feel dissapointed, and quietly put the book aside, but on a different place than the books I'm reading (for example, if I'm reading on the bed, I don't leave the book on the side table but on the floor under it).

If you come across an unfamiliar word, do you stop and look it up right away? Depends on how close the dictionary is. If I'm reading on my Kindle, I look it right away, but I'll never move to pick up the dictionary, I would write the word in my notebook and look it up when I'm finished reading.

What are you currently reading? A bunch of things: Jane Eyre, The Woman Who Walked Into Doors, The Bluest Eye, Teoría Lingüística: Métodos, Herramientas y Paradigmas, Introducción a la Literatura Griega, Death Comes to Pemberley, Polygamy, El Marino que Perdió la Gracia del Mar, and some mangas.

What is the last book you bought? A lovely pack from Amazon: Norton Antology of American Literature, A History of the English Language, International English, a Guide to the Varieties of Standard English; Doing Pragmatics, Syntax, a Generative Introduction; and In Other Words, a Coursebook in Translation. All for my next courses classes.

Are you the kind of person that reads one book at a time, or can you read more than one? Unbelievable as it may seem, I prefer to read one book at a time. But there's that much stuff I want to read that I can't do it! Also, I'm a student, so I've got to read more than one thing at a time.

Do you have a favorite time and place to read? I love lazy late mornings on bed, and also insomniac late nights on my desk. Park afternoons when the weather is cool enought for the park to be deserted.

Do you prefer series of books or stand alones? Don't mind. But if it is a book I've loved, than I prefer if it is a series. I tend to miss characters.

Is there a specific book or author you find yourself recommending over and over? I've been lately recommending "Wicked" because of how it shows the importance of prespective and reliability when you're told a story.

How do you organize your books? (By genre, title, author’s last name, etc.? *looks at her shelves* I once organized my fiction books alphabetically by authors last name and title, but little of that is left now. Mangas are in their own shelf (by series, of course, and by size), and so are guides and monographs (general ones) (by subjects) and then my course textbooks, by subject and size.




I would love to read of your reading habits, so please link back if you take this meme!

I'm finished!

Ayer hice el último examen de este curso, y es probable que lo tenga que repetir en septiembre, pero tal y como tengo la cabeza ni siquiera me importa. No creo que me quede ninguna otra así que dedicaré el verano al alemán (que aprobar aprobaré, pero no tengo ni idea) y a Literatura Clásica, que es la que supongo que me quedará.
Quiero aprovechar y acabar de leer todas esas novelas que tenía que leer para el curso y he dejado a medias: The Bluest Eye, The Woman Who Walked Into Doors, Medea, Moll Flanders, Jane Eyre, Frankenstein...
Y me cogeré los libros de tercero prontito para empezar el curso que viene con el primer vistazo ya echado, así que ya os contaré lo que me parecen.

Aunque todavía no está decidido, supongo que me volverán a coger para la ludoteca, y con eso y el bar, ya tengo curro más que de sobra, pero tengo que sumarle las clases particulares (me quiero centrar en el Inglés, que es lo mío, y ya tengo una candidata: G). Y a ver si mi tío decide repetir en la Feria Ornitológica de Ruthland y me lleva de intérprete.

Cabe la posibilidad de que me escape unos días a Madrid este mes para atender un seminario de Lingüística el 18, pero me viene mal porque tendría que marchar el domingo.

Sigo sin tener ninguna intención de sacarme el carnet de conducir porque no quiero, porque no me parece que sea seguro que yo conduzca un coche y porque no y punto así que espero que nadie me insista demasiado (aunque sé que pasará).

La semana que viene, sin falta, me pondré con los posts que tengo pendientes, e intentaré llevar un ritmo de publicación uniforme y continuado durante todo el verano, ya veremos si lo consigo. Y a ver si se me desembota la cabeza y vuelvo al inglés.

¡Ah! Hoy hemos tenido visita de mi prima y a lo mejor me encarga alguna traducción :)

Y estas son mis perspectivas hasta octubre...

¡hey!

Escribo este post sólo para que sepáis que sigo viva XD y que la vida me va aceptablemente bien :)

Ya he hecho tres exámenes, pero me quedan cuatro para la semana que viene así que tengo mucho que estudiar. Además he tenido taquicardias y  me estoy quitando la cafeína (más o menos) y no lo llevo del todo bien: me cuesta muchísimo concentrarme.

Tengo una lista de posts pendientes que va creciendo y creciendo... supongo que los iré escribiendo a partir del 9 de junio.

Por lo demás, ¡quiero ir a Madrid! ¡pero no debo!
La razón principal por la que quiero ir es para asistir a un concierto de una gentecilla... pero no llevo bien los conciertos (gente, ruido, ruido, gente, ...). Además nadie quiere venirse conmigo. Pero yo quiero ir. Más que nada, quiero irme, quiero salir de aquí, porque empiezo a estar un poco negra de ciertas cosas, de detalles que se van acumulando en mi pecho y acaban por no dejarme respirar. Ay.

La semana que viene me estaré quedando en casa de mi abuela así que no tendré internet siquiera...

Eso es un poco todo.

Premio Blog Original

El otro día Saiko, Aspie-chan, me concedió el Premio Blog Original.
Gracias :)

Según las reglas me toca otorgárselo a otros 10 blogs y compartir una frase que me defina.
Sé que tengo que hacerlo, está en mi mente.

Y lo haré: sólo pido un poco de paciencia.

Porque el otro día, ilusionadísima con el premio, empecé a hacerlo y no tardé en darme cuenta de que es un tremendo berenjenal, y ahora mismo estoy liadísima y tal y cual y pascual.

my bad/big surprise

I just stopped both blogging and caring about blogs for a whole month. I'm sorry. In case anyone missed me.
Sadly enought, it is not that I was doing any interesting stuff (I would have posted about it if I had!) or studying hard or anything I just went messy. My bad.

And for you to know, the only reason why I'm writing now is that, well... I'm surprised. You may even have missed me after all! I mean: I logged in in my account in order to enter a new blog in my bloglist and found that in this silent month of mine my blog has received more visits than in any other (I'm gonna skip the details, it's too shameful).

Don't think of this post as me coming back but just as me saying "don't you guys worry, I'm still alive", mainly because I've got my exams on three weeks now and I'm pretty far behind in every single subject so I shouldn't be back precisely now or whatever but I may even be. Who knows.

And who knows about that book challenge and who knows about everything else...

Well, you can count with me being back the moment I've got something to say.

This post was some sort of "thank you for being there even if I'm not".

That's it.

Be careful, this could be too sexy for a weak mind!

It's me, in my pijamas, taking pleasure from the use of my Christmass present: a Kindle

I love it!!!! I can not understand how I've lived without one of those that long!

I went arty and all and made a cover for it-the one in the photos. And I love it too!

So, you see, I had a good day :)

yesterday evening I came back home from class and mom said...

..."E.T.A. is over"


I was, like, happy? But it really felt odd, because I didn´t have any hope for that. I thought nothing was gonna happen, but well, it happened!!
And it was just the day before yesterday when I was engaged in a 3 generations conversation about the subject and, you know, grandma said she was hopeful because of the taken steps towards peace and that she believed E.T.A. would be over in less than a week and, you know, mom and I are sort of sceptical people and we told her that was really difficult and that we didn´t have any kind of hope in that because of blah, blah, blah, and then, 24 hours later, it just happened.


Wow.
It´s like and historical event.
It´s like the first historical event I feel part of!


It feels stupidly good :)
I never thought I would feel so happy because of it. I suppose I`ve got a more normal mind that what I thought...

Oh-!

-Sorry, can I have a light?
-Eh? Oh! Yeh- here-
-Thank you! -The cigarrete is lighted- Thank you! You're gorgeous, by the way.

Happy birthday to me...

Pues eso, que es mi cumpleaños.

De regalo, una mañana en Vitoria, la certeza de que Emmeline es una gran amiga y una gran cantidad de dulce de postre (¡¡ñammmm...!!)

Ahora, a estudiar.

se7en

Y no es que sea partidaria de los jueguecitos de este tipo, pero me gusta hacerlos. Sí, es contradictorio.

Me he autonominado desde el blog Tocloudor. La cuestión es contar siete cosas sobre tí y nominar a 15 personas a que hagan lo propio en sus respectivos blogs. Como he tenido un buen día, me apetece compartirlo...

1.- Soy capaz de actuar como una mujer adulta, y de hacerme valer y respetar. Que no es que no fuera hora ya... pero estas cosas a mi me cuestan. Y no sólo me cuestan, sino que también me dan un poquito de rabia. Yo soy una niña, jo.

2.- I me ha dicho que están pensando en que de clases a El Moreno, La Enena y La Rubia durante el verano. Podría llegar a ser maravillosísimo, es un gran reto al que me apetece mucho enfrentarme.

3.- Ermh. Me gustan mucho las manualidades, pintarrajear y eso. También me gusta el maquillaje, aunque hace tiempo que no me lo tomo enserio, y bueno, el maquillaje de carlaval y esas cosas. Muñecos de papel, fotos, collages... de todo.

4.- Esto puede llegar a sonar fatal, pero en fin. Soy buena en casi todo, sèh, lo soy, pero no sobresalgo en nada. No sé, a lo mejor podría ser brillante en algo si pusiera un poco más de mi parte, o algo.

5.- La única cosa que me he propuesto y en la que he fracasado estrepitosamente, es la música. Me gusta mucho, y soy una persona muy musical, pero se me da absolutamente de pena. Peor de lo imaginable.

6.- Distingo entre personas gato y personas perro.

7.- Hace tres segundos tenía un número siete pensado y ahora o me acuerdo. Ah, si: tengo hipersensibilidad auditiva. Traduzco: ruiditos que a la gente en general le pasan desapercibidos y a mi me sacan de mis casillas.

Aquí lo dejo.

Siete puntos dan para poco, así que no sé, igual otro dia sigo con varios puntos mal, pero hoy, me voy a ceñir a lo que dicen las normas del juego, aunque obviamente no nomino a nadie. Si alguien se anima, que haga el favor de avisar.