moodymuse19

It's nearly one in the morning and I just came back from my aunt's birthday dinner. It's a cold night so we were all gathered in their dining & sitting room, the fire blazing and homemade pizzas coming left and right.
Now, I love them. They're family, I grew up with them, my cousins are so special to me. I wanted to go there today, be with them for a little while.
And still, I feel infinitely more comfortable alone in my room, with my dogs. Part of it is normal, yes. It's MY room, of course this will be the place I'm more comfortable in. But I'm an introvert, a loner, so there is always a part of me that stays tuck away and hidden from view whenever I'm...with anyone, really. Friends, family. I mean, I love them. I love them all without reservations, but when I get home it's like my body gives in a little sigh of relief.

I don't know why I'm saying all this now. It's past 1 am, I'm exhausted. Family health issues aren't that good. I think it's today's exhaustion making me babble.

For now, I am warm in my bed, I have fic in my iPad and I'm about to fall asleep. For now, that's enough.

Woo, long overdue post of update. And lo, this time I actually have something to update. Weee.

Okay, so to properly understand this you need to know two things:
a) My house is anywhere between 40 minutes to 2 hours away from Buenos Aires
b) Commuting is a bitch.
But if you've never gone to school or uni or work daily somewhere that's over 30 minutes away from your house, you will never understand how fucking much it worms under your skin and poisons you. With the traffic the way it is these days, the least amount I spent on the road was 2 hours. In December it took me 4 1/2 hours to get to Buenos Aires. FOUR AND A HALF HOURS FOR 50 LOUSY KILOMETERS. And I ended up missing a final. GAH
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TL; DR: I'm changing majors back, from Literature (OOOH, a more accurate translation: Man of Letters. Well, woman of letters. Bahaha) to English Translation. Thinking about never going back to Lit makes me want to weep, not from sadness but from all the emotion behind it. It's more of a 'oh fucking hell FINALLY' cry. And the other day I was giddy making paperwork for my new major. Giddiness. Good sign.

Oooh look, this is my new campus. Which is actually my old one. WHATEVER. Clockwise, L to R: Halls 1 & 2, where I study, the back entrance, the cafeteria, the lake behind it.

The most important thing it has it that it has a shopping mall right around the corner, with Subway, Starbucks and Burger King. bwahaha. PRIORITIES, I HAZ THEM.

Bless you if you read all this. You get a reward: Cookie, Milky way or a kiss. ;D

MERRY CHRISTMAS TO YOU ALL
i'll make a proper post sometime tomorrow. But for now, MERRY CHRISTMAS!

A few hours ago there was a huge thunderstorm here - thunder, lightning, rain, wind, the works as we haven't seen them in a whiiile. Sure, it's rained, but at the height of the storm the winds were so huge it was quickly slipping into another category or storm.
Meanwhile, I was fascinated. What can I say, i like storms.

But now it's passed and I went outside to assess damages. We never get too many damages, our trees are old but firm and the most we get is a downed branch or two. Today, though, my favorite tree, an ombú, is down on the ground as it shouldn't be. :( I've had that thing since he was a tiny little bonsai tree, which i planted on the ground and let grow, and this was....fifteen or twenty years ago. So that tree and I got history. It's not as huge as the ones depicted in the wiki page (I used to play on an Ombú when I was little that was roughly 300 years old, is still alive and it's goddamn HUGE). My tree is about eight feet tall, branches an all, it's still a baby in Ombú time.
But the storm was too strong and part of his roots were broken so it's down. I'm bummed because that's my faaavorite spot on the garden, I put a chair under it, and the tree gives me shade and no leaves or bugs. It's awesome.

Gardener comes in Saturday, because I have the furthest thing away from a green thumb ever, and if we subject the poor tree to me it's doomed.

It's just, that spot of the garden has been my favorite since I was a child, it's next to the street, sadly, but it's-
People who grew up with a garden, help me out here. Didn't you use to have a favorite spot in your garden? One that mystified you or scared your or fascinated you for no apparent reason? Well, this one's mine. A few years ago the walnut tree that had been there all my life finally dried up and I fucking miss that tree. Yes, I miss a tree. It happens. We had history: I picked up walnuts all my life with my grandmother (when I wanted to AND when I didn't want to, lol) and then when I broke my leg it was all I saw for two months.
So the walnut tree gone changed the scenery considerably, and now my Ombú. Boo.

Okay, okay. This might be the latest in the month I've ever done the Christmas card post. But I have a final on Wednesday, the last one this year, and GOOD GOD, IT IS EATING ME ALIVE. So my head is all over the place, and now I just realized I haven't made my Christmas Card post.
THE HORROR.

So, anyway, since we do this every year, you know the drill. If you want a Christmas Card from me, leave your address in the comments (they're screened). I'm STILL not a crazy ax murderer so no weirdos will be showing up at your door if you give me your address. ;D

I have no hope of receiving any Christmas card this year because I've been horrible, horrible at LJ this year and all posts and cards have probably come and gone, but if you have a post and I'm still in time, point me to it. (Or I'll email it to you, whatever's better)

Incidentally, I have last year's addresses, so I'll be sending Christmas cards to those people, whether they reply here or not. ;D (Except those I know who moved. You guys: address. Gimme!)

So today I got e email we all want to get while in uni: the teacher saying she won't be able to make it tomorrow. This does not only mean that m weekend has started, it also means classes for the year have officially finished! I've still a couple of exams but it's not the same, it's so muchmoe relaxed, ugh.

Which is a good thing because I'm entering that period of being uni!busy where I not only feel like i'm neglecting my friends, I know I'm doing it. It can be helped. Between exams and essays and last minute readings, you all know how it can get. I haven't seen my goddaughter and her mama for three weeks (ugh) and my lack of proper internet these days means i haven't talked to snarkykat_ and awakencordy properly for days on end. Ugh ugh ugh i hate this most of all, I do. I hate that I can't exchange more than two words with them.
And because i have no internet, ergo no tumblr, i can't spam awakencordy's inbox with mindless things at 3 in the morning.

Miraculously, we had a proper connection on Tuesday night, and Tuesday night only. Which is a good thing because if I had to find out who had won the elections through my phone and on twitter I would've exlloded. Thankfully I could have 357 tabs open, between cnn, tumblr, twitter, email,etc, so I found out the proper way. And promptly burst into cheers at 3 am. That was an awesome moment.

Which lead me to think about all the Moments spent, you know, all the nights were something was going on and we were all up waiting for it to develop. I can think, off the top of my head, Obama's first term election, marriage equality in NY, several award nights (different years) where we were all up to see if our bbs had won (most of the time they didn't, :(. Chris Colfer's golden globe was the marvellous exception). Oh, oh, whenStargate Atlantis was cancelledm too. That night I so did not want to go to sleep. The cancellation had come so suddenly that I wantedto stay up all night and rant/cry about it with whoever was up. ;)

So, Tuesday night was another one for the books. We have our own political problems down here (boy, do we) and our current president is the love-or-hate type, myself being solidly in hate, so yeah. A homophobic, mysoginous bastard as president of the most powerful nation in the world really had me scared, and not just for repercusions down here. Mostly it was about common sense and solidarity, being woman, gay or both isn't easy in any time or place, but taking steps backwards would've been stupid. Luckily, it seems America isn't.

So, this somehow turned political. How did that happen? ;)

Okay, I'm off to see if I can post this- i'm writing this on my ipad, in the LJ app. Fingers crossed that it does not get eaten.

I'm watching Nightmare Before Christmas! It's that time of the year. Since I'm a wimp to watch horror movies on my own, I watch Nightmare Before Christmas and Hocus Pocus. Hocus Pocus' turn is tomorrow.

Speaking about that time of year, my local supermarket already thinks it's Christmas time. Even though Halloween is tomorrow. WTF. Next year Christmas setup will be in August, probably.

Also, I am enjoying the wonder that is having power because yesterday there was a horrible thunderstorm and in the space of a few hours rained half the month's average. So we were powerless for half the day. Also, NY. Sandy. Instead of taking power for granted, I appreciate what I have. Is it true that NY's power will take a about a week to repair? JFC. Sending all my love to them. Good god.

I really, really didn't wanna go out and workout today but there is something to be said about working out with someone because thank god my cousin texted me to go workout, otherwise I wouldn't have gone. Lazy aaass.

Caught up with Hawaii Five-0 (I missed those two idiots, I did) and Revolution (I swear, the chemistry beyond Miles and Charlie is keeping me glued to this show much more than it should)

Nightmare Before Christmas! asdfghjklñ how i love this movie. Both my copies of Nightmare Before Christmas (yes, BOTH) are scratched beyond any sort of use, so this one I'm watching is downloaded. SIGH.

Also: I calculated the length of our walk. It was five kilometers.
Five kilometers in an hour.
That is HUGE for me. Go me!

You know the funny thing about going out for exercise with my aunt and cousin? Is that my cousin didn't believe in me. She thought that when the first day came I'd have an excuse not to go and that would be it. Now, okay, she may have a bit of reason to think like this, i'm not exactly social so i've put an excuse or two in my time for some outings.
But this I stuck to. So far anyway. XD
We went out again yesterday and the day was a lot more gorgeous than Monday had been. Monday had been coldish and rainy, it was frankly miserable weather to go out in, but yesterday was warm and sunny so we had this view:

That's my aunt's arm, by the way.

Speaking of which, let's talk a bit about the awesomeness of my aunt. She's fifty-seven years old. She just started learning a whole new language (english, which she's been enemies with all her life) and is doing yoga. She goes out with her english buddies and her yoga buddies. She exercises with her daughter (and niece, now) at least three times a week.
Jesus fuck, i want to be as active as her when i'm bordering sixty.

This, by the way, is the side of the family my mum is mad at, and has been for the past twelve years. I know, holding a stupid grudge for twelve years. I love my mum, but there are sides of her I do not want to be like.
BUT it's a sign of good faith on her part that she's treating this as a non issue. Or rather, a positive one. She knows I need the exercise and she knows I have trouble sticking to something on my own, so she asks me how the walks went, how dead I am (ha), she worries that I might be sort of forcing my aunt and cousin out when they don't feel like it (I'm not).
I know from the outside it doesn't seem like much but, for her it is. This is a woman that gets offended at the drop of a hat, so for her to put her silence about this aside and verbally support me, I'm grateful.
In the grand scheme of things it may not seem like a lot but you have to look at the person who's doing the job and how much it's taking them. And it's taking her a lot, I know her, so I'm grateful.

My legs, not so much. They hurt. XD

(random thoughts that come to my head: i just typo'ed that my legs burp, not hurt. How do legs burp? What does it smell like? Ugh, these are the silly thoughts that come to me after only three hours of sleep)