Listen to Frank Sinatra. He rocks my world.

That said, I haven't got much to say.

Today, I saw a motorcycle right in front of me inadvertently rip off a side mirror from a parked car. It sped away, with only an embarrassed look back. I'd hate to be the owner of that innocent car.

I had some friends over on friday, and we had a mexican night (noche mexicana), basically consisting on nachos with guacamole and quesadillas and one shot of tequila (sal, tequila y limón) each (the constraint was due to directives from the parental unit, plus we don't drink much --or at all-- as a rule). It was fun.

I have a friend (not very close friend) who's going through a very rough time at home. I wish I could help her. I don't really know how.

Spring is coming. The weather last week was beautiful, not too hot and not too cold. Light breezes, the whole package. The city just smells nice in that weather. *sigh*

Pride and prejudice, the book, is great. Pride and prejudice, the movie with Keira Knightley, is great too. The ultimate chick flick, really. British accents and beautiful photography and... well. You should watch it. There is no point in my raving about it.

You should read "The Hitchhiker's guide to the galaxy". About 3 times. And then read "The Restaurant at the end of the Galaxy". And "Mostly Harmless". And "So long and thanks for all the fish". And, after a prudential cooling-off period, you should watch the movie. It's good, but the book kicks its cute ass ten times over.

M, as I will call the new shadow character in this blog, is a geek. An incredibly amazing sweet nice geek. Moreover, if I have any say on the matter, he will be MY geek. Heh heh. Here's hoping...

I now know where he lives. He just came online!!! DON'T PANIC!!! breaathe. He is saying "hi". ayayayyayay

This post is officially over

YIKES

Aikido today rocked!!!
We were just seven, and we practised moves that mostly dealt with upper body strength (eg. someone comes to pin your arms down from behind and you have to sort of limbly squirrel out before they've actually grasped you, and then grab their arm and forcing them down to the floor).
Towards the end of the class, we practised something vaguely similar only much quicker (the attacker comes towards your chest to grab your arms, and you turn and twist him around, but without throwing him to the ground. Just a flick of the arms really). Only, this time we practised in groups (not one on one) so that the "attackers" kept coming. Big adrenaline rush. My arms felt like jelly right after the class, and I'm sure I'll be violet-hued tomorrow.
Finally, we did something that felt more like American football than anything else; one guy kneels at one end of the dojo, and everyone else is at the other end. At a signal everyone starts running, with the guy's objective being to get to the other end of the room (while everyone else tries to stop him whichever way they come). We were pretty tired by then, but it was fun. I didn't suffer very much because they're all pretty scared of hurting me.

It was one of the best classes yet, great group feeling. I'm starting to get to know them, and that makes the whole experience better.

About the queasiness, hehe, well, what can I say, I feel kinda queasy just talking about it.

He's my age, and incredibly sweet and gentlemanly (which isn't necessarily a virtue, given how it is often paired with a certain tendency towards male chauvinism, but that isn't the case here -- at least I don't think so). He's not particularly cute, though he does have gorgeous blue-green eyes, but he's normal, and I value normalcy above all in this aspect (truly handsome people scare me). He's kind but not dumb or too shy. He doesn't interrupt me when I'm talking (which makes me feel guilty because I do it constantly). He might be a bit dull, but that's probably my over-thinking kicking in. I guess he likes me back, though I can't be sure.
When I'm with him I feel comfy. We'll see what the future brings. Meanwhile, I'm just enjoying this feeling.

The idea is to post at least once a week, approximately every Sunday, though of course I'll post ten times a day if I have anything worth saying =D


I know you probably won't, but if you have nothing better to do and feel like listening to an incredibly beautiful brazilian song, may I recommend downloading "A flor e o espinho" sung by Paulinho Moska. I saw him live last Saturday, and it was a lovely experience.

Un beso,

Carmen

PS: save yourselves the trip to ultralingua; it means "A kiss"

Heyy
I'm happy!!!
And boy does it feel good =D

If I had the skills for it, I'd plaster this post in tiny colourful flowers, but I don't, so you'll just have to imagine them :P

Why, you may well ask. Well, part of it is just chance, I guess. Why is anyone happy at any time, really? Just weird proteins bouncing around I guess.
Part of it (and not to be quickly dismissed) is that I just had two sizable chunks of bittersweet chocolate (my favourite, in case I haven't already mentioned it ten times).
Part of it is that (here in the Southern hemisphere) spring is just around the corner, and it's starting to get warmer, and flowers are blooming and birds chirping and the sky is blue, which is just irresistible to someone of my corny/romantic predisposition.
Part of it is that I'm listening to great, groovy music (eg. Diana Krall, "Narrow daylight").
Part of it, I guess, is aikido, which I'm really happy to be doing (though I'm seriously getting black and blue all over).
And finally, obviously, given the spring part, and the flowers, and the romantic cornyness, you should have guessed by now that I'm sort-of-maybe-kind-of- feeling kinda queasy butterfly-ish feelings about a certain someone who is incredibly nice and decent, and makes me smile a lot in an impulsive, oh-so-ticklish way.
What can I say. It's been a long time coming. And I'm taking it easy, not freaking out at all, for which I'm extremely proud of myself. So yey!!!

Ok. I know. I'm quickly becoming unbearable. So I promise this is the only post I'll dedicate solely to bragging about my own endorphin-filled state. Next time, something a bit more chewable, I promise. AND, it'll be sooner.


Hugs and kisses all around people!


PS: to share a bit of this sugar-high, I recommend checking out this place:

http://mfrost.typepad.com/cute_overload/

I went to the dentist today! I am such a coward. Luckily, though outrageously overcharging, my dentist is kind and keeps the pain to a bare minimum (which is actually the genetic merit of my parents, I suppose, because the little pain is a resultant not of my dentist's skills but of my relatively healthy teeth, but ANYway... I still feel grateful =P).

Aikido, then.

I arrived with a friend to my first class.
The dojo is in a sort of glorified attic of a (non-ice, just roller) skating club fallen on hard times. Meaning, you enter a half-lit, very dusty place and go up various meandering, chipped sets of stairs that hug the skating rink, where (very few, usually 5 to 10) teenagers and children (including one unbearably cute 4-year-old with ponytails and really tiny skates).
When you finally get to where you were supposed to go, you see a relatively big place (say, 15x5 square meters? Don't trust me on this, though, I'm terrible at this sort of approximation), covered with a sort of wooden platform, with mats on top, and a green tarpaulin hiding it all from view.
We arrived all set to do a practice class (a hands-on experience, so to speak), but the teacher (if that is his appropriate title, everyone calls him Luis anyway) smiled at us and asked "You came to watch, right?", to which we nodded and proceeded to sit down in a few plastic chairs set along one aisle.
Aside from the rather constant bowing, there is very little ceremony or spirituality in the way the class plays out.

[a week later, I resume the writing of this post. I'm a bit lazy lately, and very much addicted to msn]

In brief, then, because I don't much feel like going on about this, today I had my 7th class, and though my back aches and my shoulders hurt and I can't put the stick shift in my car on reverse with only one hand because my muscles won't let me, I'm still psyched about it, and SLOWLY starting to learn.
So, I'm happy. And I feel like I'm actually doing something worthwhile.

On the not-so-positive side, I'm not studying at all. Which is not good. Because instead, I live online. And there's nothing healthy about that. Plus, though I technically have all the time in the world to post and tell you all sorts of things that have been happening to me, in reality I never feel like opening blogger and going through the motions of planning out a sentence and typing it down. Which is a pity. So, if you can, ask me something, because it's unbelievably easier (as SRH can testify) to answer a specific question than to take the trouble to create out of the blue.

Cheers, my darling pumpkins!


[I figured that everyone needs to be called nice things every once in a while]