Outback
Sofy:
Nothing real interesting happened today, but I’m bored and I feel like writing.
I had a fight with my brother in the car coming back from school. I was talking to my dad and my brother asked me to be quiet, so I did. And I was already pissed off then, because I have THE RIGHT to talk. And I asked to change the CD, and before my mom could pass me the CD case, Rafa got it and chose some dumb Beatles CD. Come on. The Beatles are so over. And then I started sulking and I finally asked my mom to turn the volume very low, and my dad started saying I was being immature. So I stopped being rude and told him very nicely “Look, dad, it’s fine with me if Rafa doesn’t want us to talk. But he chose this CD, and the one before it, so I think it’s only fair if I get to choose it now.” So he let me. But then Rafa started saying “Oh, don’t choose something like Christina Aguilera or Gwen Stefani or anything. Choose something that everybody LIKES.” Jerk. I ended up not choosing anything and leaving that dumb CD, because I knew that whatever I chose, mom and Rafa would say that it’s too noisy or something. And Christina and Gwen ROCK, btw. I don’t get people who don’t like them.
Ok, so now I have to shower real quick and get dressed because we’re going to Outback. Bye.
Math
Sofy:
Since I missed a day of ERB’s last week, I had to do the makeup (make up?) test thingy, and it was during Math class. And in the beginning, Ms.Hogan asked me if I had done my homework, and didn’t know wtf she was talking about, cuz I had no idea we had homework. So I said no, and she had those weird, icy, you-deserve-to-be-killed teacher look, and then after what felt like a century of staring at me, she let me go do the makeup test. By the way, I don’t get why the hell she wasted precious time of my life, that I will never get back, just staring at me. It’s not as if it would magically cause my homework to appear. But anyway. After I finished the ERB’s, I considered going to class but then I decided that I would walk around a little bit, because come on. I had an excuse to miss MATH. And when I was coming back from my long trip up the ramp to see if the art teacher was there, I saw Pam in the hallway and she was like “Sofy, you have to start doing your homework, meu. You grade is going like [hand gesture that meant 'down']“. And when I walked into the classroom and sat down, Silvia and Gio A. and a bunch of people were saying that I had a D-, and I got angry because, I mean, it was MY grade. Ms.Hogan had no right of telling everybody. It’s my private business, and I tell whoever I like, not whoever SHE likes. But then my mind did a weird confusing flashback thingymajig, and I remembered what the homework was, and I flipped the pages of my notebook and found out that I haaaaad done it after all. I had finished it in class, since I’m such a mega genius. And I showed it to her and she had to bring my grade back up to the safe little B that I worked very hard for. haHA. IN YOUR FACE, MS.HOGAN!
And today I went to the dentist, which was boring. And there was this pregnant lady sitting across from me and she kept smiling at me all the time. And then this scary guy with a bushy moustache came in, and then this fifty year old woman who was wearing these super high, high, high platform shoes with these shiny strappies, which she was way too old for.
And the funniest thing happened today too. I was in the kitchen with my little brother, talking about How I Met Your Mother (which he also loves) and making sandwiches, and I was telling him about this episode where Ted calls Lily a grinch. Grinch is actually a word he uses when he means ”bitch”, because since he’s telling the story to his kids, he can’t use bad words. But then I remembered that I had read in the CBS site that Grinch was actually a four letter word, so it couldn’t be bitch. And a lot of people thought it was the C-word, and when I told Danny he didn’t know what the C-word was, so I said “You know. The C-word! The one that rhymes with hunt…”, and he guessed what the word was, and asked me what it meant because he didn’t know, and I didn’t tell him, of course, since I’m such a great sister. I just said it was a word he shouldn’t ever say, and when my older brother walked in Danny was like, “Rafa, what’s [c-word]” (I’m not gonna write it because I don’t like that word) and Rafa stopped a bit and looked at him, and then said he wasn’t gonna tell him either. He kept repeating it and asking me what it meant, but I finally got him to leave me alone by telling him that if I ever knew of him saying that word ever again, I would slice neck off his body and eat it like a hamburger, and steal his PSP. He’s so manipulative…
And also, I checked out TWO books today. Gallows Hill, by Lois Duncan, and The Martian Chronicles, by Ray Bradbury. AND I’m already reading Bridget Jones’s Diary and The Witch of Blackbird Pond. I think this is a VERY great improvement.
Freezing In “Monte Verde”
Alvy:
Anyway, we spent friday and the weekend in this hotel in “Monte Verde” named “Floresta Negra” in which is also a farm, and it’s so cute, because instead of having ordinary rooms, they have these cute little houses with two bedrooms a fireplace a bathroom and a kitchen, and it’s so tiny and I, I love it (Well, the only part I didn’t love is the part in which I had to sleep in a bunk bed and even worse, in the bottom, because my sister was too bitchy, and she just wanted the top one, damn it, I am 1 meter 74 cm tall, is she stupid enough to know that?) although most of the time I spent there was playing “Tomb Raider Legend” in my PSP and freezing to death, it was cool, the hotel had beautiful sights to look at, and not enough to see in 2 days, it was cool to make the fire place thingy and warm up while we watched some television (Or in my case, play “Tomb Raider Legend”) We also bought beautiful clothes for my mother in mother’s day (And can you believe that she is such a perfectionist that she tried on any clothes we had in our hands just to see if it’s the right number, and she gets the right size? She’s just like me *sniff* I’m so proud) Well, it was a great weekend with the family, but it was a cold weekend with the family… anyways, it was worth it.
Adults.
This being grounded thing sucks. My little brother and I were in the house alone since my mom had to take my older brother someplace and my dad was working. And I was listening to music, and I had the earphones on because Danny was complaining about the noise. So when my parents called I didn’t hear the phone, and apparently they kept calling until finally, I hear the shrill annoying ring of the stupid phone. But when I answered the line was dead. So I called my dad again, because I had seen in the caller thingy that it was him who had called. But no one answered.
And they got home five minutes later, and I had just gotten into the internet when my dad slammed open the door. And he looked at the screen, and since my homepage is TV.com, he got even angrier because he thought I was using the internet for stuff other than homework. And he asked me why I hadn’t answered the phone, and I explained and he didn’t believe me, of course, because adults never seem to believe me. So now I’m in a new level of grounded. I don’t have any good DVDs in my room anymore, and I think he might not let me even watch them on this weekend. Which majorly sucks, because I just got my How I Met Your Mother DVD yesterday. Now all I have to do this weekend is read stupid books, which I am being forced to read. Reading against my will. Reading when I don’t want to read. I’ve read all the books in this world worth reading, and the rest are all boring.
This is just so unfair. He should just listen to me and he would see that this stuff is only happening because my shitty life is against me. I got bad grades because Ylane and Rodrigo are mean and hate me. I got double-grounded because of my stupid idiotic good for nothing homepage. (Actually it’s a great site, but I’m just pissed off)
And today I got an 64% on my History test. Now let me prove just how wrong this is. Rodrigo always says that if we use pen for the test, we can complain about him grading wrong later, if we use pencil, we can’t, because we could just erase our answers and say he marked it wrong. I used pen. The test was all multiple choice, and for this one question, I circled an answer, but then decided it was wrong, crossed it off, and circled the answer above it, which turned out to be the right one. And today he gave us back the test and this question, with the crossed off answer and the right answer, was marked wrong. So I went to talk to him about it, and he said that he couldn’t see which one I had circled. What an idiot. A blind idiot. A blind idiot asshole that I wish so much would get hit by a bus (okay, I’m being a bit dramatic, but whatever). Every person in the class agreed that he should have marked the question right. But he still didn’t change it. Than one question could’ve gotten me from a D- to a C! Which okay, isn’t very good, but isn’t a fail, either! He should get fired. And he should also get glasses. Well, he already has them, but he should get better ones.
My Room
Sofy:
Yesterday I finally finished the Buffy game. I spent like three hours playing, because I didn’t want to keep it for another whole week because Alvy has already been so nice by lending it to me. I took a long time to defeat the last dude, The First (hehe, that sounds weird. The last dude is The First. He’s called The First Evil). I kept dying. I also watched this great movie with Sarah Michelle Gellar, called Cruel Intentions. It’s so cool.
Today after lunch my mom called me to her room to show me some stuff that she found in the internet for my room. I’m not sure why, but we’re remodelling my room. I don’t want to do that. I like my room. It’s a mess, but it’s my mess. And I like it. See, my mom thinks I’m still seven, so whenever we’re buying things for my room, she goes for the flowers and butterflies and stuff. I hate that stuff. Even when I was seven I hated that stuff. I’m really not a very girly girl. I like pink and stuff, but what idiot doesn’t like pink? Face it, people. It’s a great color. Anyway, I don’t like the stuff my mom buys for my room. But I never tell her, because I’m too scared I’ll hurt her feelings and I don’t want to do that. I know that I should tell her, because she’s wasting money on these things, but still…
Another problem is how big my wardrobe is. I really wish I could have a closet, one of those you can walk into and all, but whatever. Not enough space for that. And my mom thinks that my wardrobe should be really small. I want a big wardrobe. For a lot of clothes. But she insists on picking a small one, saying that I don’t need all that space.
Well now I have to go to the mall to the skating rink. So bye.
Rude…Yeah, Right
Sofy:
So today I got home from school, took a shower, and went to Iguatemi to buy Ms. C’s present and lots of new clothes for me. Then when my mom and I left, we picked up my brother at the game at school, and went home, and during the car ride my mom starting giving me another one of those annoying lectures of hers.
First of all, I want to make sure that none of you people believe that this is true, because it isn’t and she was basing herself on nothing. She started saying that I’m rude sometimes, and I never laugh or smile and that gives people the wrong first impression of me. That’s so not true. Ask anyone at school. I smile all the time, and I’m always laughing too. My friends sometimes joke that I laugh too much.
It really hurts me that she would make this conclusion after like one or two occurences. I mean, I’m only really, really rude to people at “that time of the month”, and no one can really blame me for that. No girl feels like being nice on those days.
And then my brother jumped in and said that he thinks I’m too influenced by my friends, and I hide my real personality so that I can fit in. What a jerk. This is my real personality. If he doesn’t like it, then it’s his problem. Don’t walk around with me anymore. It’s not like I enjoy hanging out with idiots like him. He’s so annoying some times. Just because he’s older, he thinks he’s supposed to get all insightful about my “problems”.
Getting back to my mom. So she said that if I continue to act like this, I’m probably gonna grow up and be someone lonely. She obviously doesn’t know me. I barely ever act rude. I remember a bunch of times when we were at a restaurant and the waiter came and took our orders, and when he finished and walked away, I had to say thank you because no one else bothered. So if anybody is rude, it’s the rest of my family, not me.
Easter
Sofy:
So today was Easter. I’ve been waiting for it all week. Easter is the best, with all the chocolate and stuff…I ate a LOT of chocolate. My parents got each of us a chocolate egg and I ate one fourth of mine and almost all of the little candy-thingies that came inside of it. Also, after lunch (which was around two o’clock) at my grandma’s, she gave my brothers and I each this big Hershey’s bar that our uncle had sent. It’s really big, and I know that I shouldn’t have eaten as much as I did, but you know, chocolate is just…addictive. As soon as you put one little piece in you mouth you crave for more. So I ate about half of the chocolate bar (Gross, I know, okay? I’m ashamed of my actions) and by the time I finished that, I was almost puking, so I put the rest in the fridge.
My baby cousin, who isn’t really a baby anymore, he’s more of a toddler since he’s two years old now, came here with his mom, and he is just the cutest thing in the whole wide world and my little brother and I played with him the entire afternoon. He’s adorable, he loves playing soccer and whenever he kicks the ball, no matter where it goes, he yells out “Goal! Goal!” and runs around with his arms up. Also, we live close to an airport so a lot of airplanes come by, and they’re not really high up so we can hear them real loud even inside the house. And whenever one does come by, he starts shouting “Plane!” in a really babyish way and his mom takes him outside to see. The only problem is that he’s really shy, still, so since he hasn’t seen us in a long time, when he first looked at us, he buried his head in his mom’s leg and didn’t want to say hi. But after awhile he got used to us.
Well, I got carried away. Sorry. I babble when I’m excited. After my cousin left, I played video games some but I didn’t really feel like it, so I didn’t even pass a level. I’m in this level where I’m Spike (he’s this vampire. He is SOOO cute. Look up James Marsters in google. The only problem is that he has weird teeth, and his cheeks are too sunken in. But other than that, he’s perfect) (Oh and he’s a vampire in Buffy, not in real life. That’s not why his teeth are weird) (But you knew that) (And I’m babbling again) and I’m in this place called The Initiative and I’m stuck in a part where my objective is to avoid contact with the cyborg dudes until I know how to destroy them. I’m gonna look in the internet how I’m supposed to pass that part. I always feel guilty when I do that, because I feel like I’m cheating. But you know…sometimes there’s no way other than cheating. And I want to get to the next level, because then I get to be Willow and use magic AND it’s in a mall. I mean, if anything is worth cheating for, it’s this. Unless it’s, you know, to win a LOT of money or a lifetime’s supply of peanut butter. Well actually, only if it’s to win a lot of money. Because if you have a lot of money, then you can BUY a lifetime’s supply of peanut butter. Which actually makes a lot more sense, because how would you win a lifetime’s supply of peanut butter? I mean, would you just get it all at once? Because seriously, where the hell would you keep that MUCH peanut butter?! Besides, it will of course rot before you’ve LIVED a lifetime. And buying peanut butter is also a lot easier than waiting for the person who you’ve won the lifetime’s supply of peanut butter from to deliver peanut butter to your house everytime your stock of peanut butter finishes. Right?
The End of Vacation
Sofy:
I got back from the beach yesterday, and I hurt all over. I was in a skating accident. Not really an accident, like, it wasn’t serious or anything. I just fell off. One Billion Times. It’s like, at the beach there was this skate shop, and there were lessons. I had skated before, because my cousin loves to skate so he taught me a little bit. But I sucked. And I still pretty much suck. I had this really nice teacher, Clau, and she was funny and outgoing and didn’t mind that I was shy and didn’t talk much, because she did all the talking. When I got there I couldn’t even go down the ramp, but now I can go down the ramp, up the other ramp, and back. All alone, without my teacher holding my arms. I think it was some serious progress for one hour of lessons. I’m so proud of myself. But now I’m all bruised. I have this mark on my knuckle, as if I punched someone, and a bruise on my hip and on my thigh. And I can barely get up from my bed. I hope this is gone tomorrow, cuz school is tomorrow and I have to get out of bed.
But the best part was when, after the lessons, when we went out for dinner at night, my mom hugged me and told me she was proud of me, and when she was watching me she felt so excited that it was as if she was up there herself. And then I looked at a picture she took of me, and it was of me falling. And everyone thought it was hilarious. But it wasn’t funny. That was my worst fall, too.
I also got two tattoos, one on my hip (not on the ugly purple one where I fell) and one on my arm. And I got burned by something while I was in the water with my little brother, and now there’s a burn on my cheek. And I ate a lot of seafood and I think I got three tons fatter.
My iPod case got here and so did the earphones, but not the book I ordered, which is bad because I really want to read that book. I don’t get why bookstores here don’t have any good books in English. Then I have to order everything online, and it takes a decade to get to Brazil. And the library at school doesn’t have many of the kind of books I like.
Tomorrow I have to wake up at six thirty. In the morning. Big change. Today I woke up at nine, though. I’m recovering. I’m going to have history and geography in Portuguese tomorrow. My dad was talking to me about my grades, and he said that this had been my best semester in middle school so far, (I’ve only had three, so there’s not much to pick from) and I told him that the one that’s gonna start isn’t gonna be good cuz I have social studies in Portuguese, and he said he would help me. But I don’t think it’s gonna (I think I say ‘gonna’ too much. It’s just that, like (I think I also say ‘like’ too much) ‘going to’ takes so LONG to write. See? That was just three seconds of my life spent writing ’going to’. What a waste) work, because my dad is at work until late at night so I don’t see him much, and besides, I don’t GET social studies in Portuguese. It’s hard. And the teacher writes too much. And he gives hard tests, and I don’t like hard tests. I like easy tests. He’s boring and tries too hard to be funny. And hates me. Seriously.
But on the bright side, I’m finally getting to see my friends, who I miss soooo much.
Also, I loved skating. I’m going to continue to take lessons. Starting next Saturday, me and my little brother. I’m gonna (there it is again) try to convince Cary to go with me, because she said that she wanted to learn how to skate.
New Year
Sofy:
Christmas was awesome. I had a fight with my older brother, but I almost always have fights with my older brother. And anyway it doesn’t matter, because Christmas means presents and I got a lot of those. Well, not a lot like a LOT, just a reasonable amount, but what matters is quality and not quantity. I got a DVD called Soul Man, and book called Prep, jeans, a shirt, a bag, chocolate (of course), and a new iPod case and new ear phones (!!). Neither of those are here yet, because we ordered them online, and they had to come all the way from the US cuz Apple sucks and they don’t have stores here in Brazil. (Okay, Apple doesn’t suck, of course. Apple is the best. But they suck in this aspect. I mean, iTunes is the ONLY place where I could buy the new CSI episodes that haven’t aired here yet, but I can’t, because they don’t sell to Brazil)
Christmas I spent with my mom’s side of the family, and this weekend we went to this place called Rio Preto to spend New Year with my dad’s side of the family. My aunts and uncles and stuff always rent this big house for New Year, to fit the whole family and all. I think it’s nice. But renting a house so that every single person could have their own room would be too expensive, so the five of us (my parents, brothers, and me) had to share a room. It was weird and I didn’t like it much, because I’m used to sleeping alone. And one night, they made me turn off the light while I was reading, because it was too late and they wanted to sleep, and I would never do that even if it was too late and I wanted to sleep, because as I’ve said before, I hate being in the dark. But at least since we were all together I felt sort of safer, I guess. So it wasn’t that bad. The problem was that the book was so interesting…
But overall, I didn’t like the weekend. I didn’t like it because I had no one to talk to. There were like millions of people there, but I only felt comfortable around my parents and my brothers, and they were too busy talking to other people. I only see this side of my family once a year, so I’m not really close to any of them. I’m not really friends with any of my cousins, and I didn’t try to be friends with any of them, because, as surprising as this might seem to my friends, I’m sort of timid when it comes to meeting new people. So all day, for three days, I stayed inside our room, watching Friends, the end of a movie called Requiem for a Dream and reading the new book I got. And during New Year itself, I kept imagining what my mom’s side of the family would be doing if we were there. My uncles would probably open champagne in that way that a little jet comes out when they opened it, and they would spray it on the kids. And everyone would be hugging and my cousins and my brothers and I would go turn on the TV or the video game or maybe even jump into the pool, and say things like “Hey! I’m the first one to turn on this TV in 2007″ “I’m the first one to turn on this video game” or “I’m the first one to jump into this pool in 2007″. I sort of feel guilty about doing that now. I mean, I guess I could’ve enjoyed it more if I’d tried.
But it wasn’t that bad. I got a couple more presents, a little notebook and a top. And my cousins and I actually played cards at one time, but only for a little while. And I played foosball with my little brother and won, and then I played with my mom and lost. And the food was really good.
I also finished the book I got for Christmas. It’s one of my favorite books currently, but I always say that. It’s awesome, though. But I’m not even going to reccomend it, because I’m sure that if Alvy or Cary read it, they would rate it as “pornographic”. (It’s a looooooong story) (And the book is not pornographic, just for the record. It’s just a little too “describing”) (And actually, I think only Cary would say it’s pornographic. Cuz Alvy watches Sex and the City and he likes it, and what could get more pornographic than that? Not in a bad way, though. Sex and the City is great.)
And my New Year’s resolution is to get to the top of the climbing wall in P.E class. I don’t think I’ll do it. I’ll come up with better resolutions later.
Happy 2007!!!
P.S- I asked my brother if I could watch the beginning of Requiem for a Dream when we got home, and he said no and said that it was too “strong” for me. I don’t get it, I mean, It can’t be THAT bad…I mean, the part that I saw was just this old lady being electrocuted, this guy with a strange blackened arm that had to be cut off, and this woman putting on makeup and then going to this really weird club and having sex with another woman in the middle of this circle of people (which was SO gross and made me uncomfortable because I was watching it with my mom). It showed some stuff alright, but nothing that bad…Sex and the City shows way more. I know it’s got something to do with drugs, and it’s my brother’s favorite movie. I’m going to watch that friggin’ movie, if only to find out what my brother meant by “strong”.
Best Day Of My Life
Alvy:
Today, I was happy all day long, due to the fact that I killed every single pain that was tearing my heart apart.
To start with, I am reading a book called “Memoirs Of A Geisha” and it’s clearly, the best book ever, everyone should give a shot reading the book. So, I did’nt really finish the, I’m still in chapter 8 or 9. Sofy and I agreed to come to m house and watch the movie, in which I rented. The movie is PERFECT! I loved it. Few movies are made that greatly, with a story that captivates you until the end, and it’s also a non-fiction movie, which makes us ponder on how reality used to be (It was not easy at that time, by the looks of the movie) and the ending is really romantic and finishes with the perfect frase (In which you will have to watch to know) I really recommend this movie/book. After we were done with the movie, we came up to the office and do our homework. After one boring 30-minute homework was done, my sister and my mother came in with a bunch of bags of a great pet supermarket full of stuff for our “petit” Crystal. Sofy’s father was heading to come pick her up. After she left, the day only began. I had worked on a poster for portuguese homework, and when it was done: “voila!” it was the most beautiful poster I had ever done in my life, and felt very satisfied for completing my homework. I came back up to the office and was looking at a “Celebrity Deathmatch” episode with Madonna vs. Michael Jackson. In the middle of the episode I hear a scream, the words that were shouted could not be heard, so I came down, I then hear my sister cry. Preparing my heart to what I would be ready to see, I see a giant furball, but it is’nt any furball, it was MY furball, called PRINCE! (My missing cat!) (In which, strangely enough appeared one day before his birthday.) It was the happiest moment in my life. I jumped up and grabbed him, hugged him, and then put him to eat, since he was starving. When I put him down, I saw this huge scratch he had won in a cat-fight. I could’nt blieve my eyes, who would have guessed that my ipod-free days, my prayers, and even other’s prayers could have made a 12-day disappearance turn into a 12-day vacation?
P.S. I would like to thank Sofy for supporting my cause (ipod-free days) and any of you guys who also helped Prince find his way back. Thank you!
