Alice in Wonderland

So, since yesterday I am two things:
1.- Almost aware of the courses and timetable I'll be having for the next semester, and
2.- An associate of my local library.
Both are quite impotant for different reasons: The first one because I'm starting my classes on monday, but I haven't been able to inscribe any courses, and I'm dead nervous about that, although all the secretaries assured me that on monday I will be able to inscribe them properly, I sometimes have a hard time trusting them, because, lets face it, burocracy in my university (as in almost every university in my country and, i suspect, the world) is pretty shitty... Sorry, I don't know if I can swear in this blog... after all I wanted it blocked for all the mature content... should I censore the swear words from now on??? not that I swear a lot though... Maybe I should ask my nonexistent readers about that topic, what do you think????
OK it's decided, If I get one comment asking me to censore the swear words I'll do it, so If you are really there and have an oppinion about it, hurry and comment, or you may be stuck with what other people may want...
Well as I was saying, My university burocracy is quite annoying, and I never know what to believe and what to take as complete and utter crap (see? I may even start swearing loudly just to get a comment back!). But anyway, I'm comming tomorrow too, so if there are any changes I'll know. For now the thing that worries me the most is that on monday and tuesday I will be having classes at 8 o'clock in the morning, which is AWFUL! because besides eating, the thing that i love the most in this world is sleeping until at least 9 AM, I literally SUFFER getting up early, but what the heck, it must be good for my health after all don't you think? besides, it won't be the first time I get up early (and I'm sure it won't be the last one eather, or the last one I miss class because I overslept...).

So the other event is important because it gave me the oportunity to reread a classic that I've been kind of obsessed with recently: "Alice in Wonderland" (although they didn't have it in english so I had to read it in spanish), and I was really pleased. I can publicly announce that I love that story. It's quite intelligent, though twisted like the most, and that's the beauty of it actually, I now am about to make an improvement in this blog by returning to the actual theme of it: The stuff I aesthethicaly like.
So I've realized that anything that goes beyond the laws of reality atracts me deeply. On top of that, the dream-like quality of this story (That also can be found in a lot of Miyazaki's work, which I adore), in the sense that the interconection between an episode and the next is almost always erratic and often leaves you wandering how you got there in the first place . To me that is very appealing. So, do I love to evade reality? maybe is that, but not only that, I think.
Sometimes, like today, I find myself dreaming the most intrincated and entertaining story ever, something that I can't follow or reproduce later, when I try to tell my dream to another person. but when I think about it, it turns to be the most wonderfull of stories. I have never been able to write one of them, or something close to them. Alright, I'm no very constant on the exercise of writing, but I got a bit frustrated, years ago, by my incapability of writing down my dreams as the magical stories that they were. Maybe that's wy I feel attracted to this kind of tales, because I've always have the feeling that the best stories ever are the ones that happen in dreams, and to have the quality to reproduce a dream is a very rare, and, to my oppinion, a very precious talent.

So, finally I wrote down a bit of wat I'm supposed to be writting. I feel marvelled, because I was never able to say this to anyone before, maybe not even to myself!, and even when there's no one there to read me, I'm now very happy to have started this blog. Now the question is, if there IS someone reading, what do you think of this? Do you share my oppinions on this matter? or do you think I'm just ranting as badly as ever? I promise I won't freak out if I find a comment on this blog, even if I at first mistake you with a cyber ghost or something like that... you're not a ghost right?

My friend's party

Hello people! I haven't writenn in a few days, but I don't think anyone noticed, because, I don't really think that anybody reads this blog XD.
So, my friend's party the other night. She is one of my best friends, but until saturday night I had never been to her place. And that's because she lives FAAAAAAAAAAAAR AWAY! It took us like 2 hours to get there from my house!! By car!!!
As we didn't know the way, we were a little bit nervous about getting there in the first place, but that wasn't the only reason. You'll see, my friends have told me all kind of stories about robbers, and gunfights and gangs and stuff that happen down that neighbourhood. Now my car is old and a bit tatty, so we didn't think it likely that someone wanted to mug us, but you never know do you?
Anyway, we arrived safely and without getting lost even once, which I was really grateful for, because I was actually really scared of getting lost (actually, nowadays I'm a bit frighten about almost everything.... must be a side-effect of the earthquake, I imagine), and my friend was waiting us with some marvellous snacks, courtesy of her mum. I actually thought that her mum was preety great to make those tasty "canapes". I know my mum wouldn't have bothered with making those. Not that I'm complaining about my mother, but she dislikes the kitchen, and I love it, so I'm the one who takes care of that kind of things for most parties.
Anyway, our friends started to arrive and we had a great time. And the theme of the party was established when Peke (the girl who gave me the instructions to arrive at Eileen's house) arrived and we realized that I had misunderstood the word "intersection" and heard "circunvalation" (word that at least in spanish means something, only none of us knew what the hell was that). So we laughed a lot about my little mistake and established the "circunvalation" theme, that is to say, anytime possible, we made a joke including that word.
It may sound dull or silly, but that tends to be our party dinamics, every time we get together, we establish a theme, which of course is brought to the table by mere coincidence, and we don't drop it until the end. Then we tend to remember such party by the anecdote that lasted all night. The former birthday of Eileen (which was celebrated in my house) was "The bag folder 3000", and it started because one of our friends noticed that we were folding the shopping bags on a weird way and teached us how to do it properly (in the end we ended folding all the plastic bags that we had, which saved us a lot of space).
Wow, sometimes I forget how dorky I am. Sorry friends, it wasn't my intention to make you look like fools.
So a while after we were all there, Eileen's boyfriend's friends arrived. Neither of us (save for the birthday girl, of course) knew them, and at first it was a bit awkward, because their idea of partying was a bit more conventional that ours (i.e. drinking a lot and being quite loud and irreverent), so I felt a bit intimidated. But shortly after that we started to mingle and to feel more comfortable.
Sadly, I had to left the party quite soon, because my parents were suposed to use the car next morning, and my boyfriend was supposed to work all day... none of that happened next day though, but in the end Sunday turned to be quite a nice day after all. Maybe not as nice as Saturday, but a nice day indeed.

So guys, I'll see you soon, with another post that will probably have nothing to do with the theme I had thought for this blog... but then again, who cares, after all you don't exist... Do you?

Birthday time

Hello everyone. Today is birthday time, I have two celebrations. The first one already took place at noon. It was the celebration of my niece's birthday, which was held at a Burger King. The chaos was horrible. All the little kids (my niece was turning five) ran and screamed all over the place, but in the end I was able to enjoy myself. After all, it wasn't me who was in charge of the children, and my niece looked so happy...
At one point, the lady in charge called all the kids and made little Connie stand up on a chair, they put a pink cape on her and called her the queen of the party. I was radiant ('cause I love costumes), but I don't think it meant a lot to her. Anyway, it was a fun party, mostly because the adults gathered there didn't have to do a thing but wave to their childs (or nieces and nephews like in my case), and the kids had a great time. The only uncomfortable thing was that I was starving from the night before, because since I'm on a diet I try to eat little at parties (mostly because I don't want to miss the cake entirely, so I restrain myself on the rest of the meal), and yesterday was my aunt birthday, and I ate very little. You must know something about myself to understand the last sentence: I simply LOVE to eat. One of the most difficult things to me is to be on a diet (And that's why I frecuently break this one, like at parties and when I'm alone... sorry mum... It's true, I'll try not to do it anymore), and least of all convince myself that it is a good thing not to eat bread and stuff, instead of suffering every time a meal is coming because I can't eat the same than the rest. Aaaaaanywaaaaaay.... The kids where there, eating hamburgers and fries, and my stomach started to grump. So I had a hard time for about 20 minutes, until the little ones got bored and all the parents gathered there jumped over the abandoned food. I let myself eat a bit of fries and half a softdrink that was left over the table.
Then we went to my sister's house for lunch. My mum and I were a little bit late for the oppening of the presents, because we had to take another road (here in Santiago there are some highways that are paid, (the road to my sister's being one of them) and we can't afford that), so the trip was a bit lengthy, but it was worthy. When we arrived, we came upstairs and watched Connie open the presents. Both gandmas and aunts where more exited with the toys than my niece herself!!!, There were so many! It's great to be a child, you get a lot of cute stuff just for being cute yourself.... at least almost every little girl is cute... my niece certainly is... Well, I'm ranting again. We had a great lunch, and had some coffe with cake at the end. Then we talked and talked with my sister and her mother and sister in law until we realized what time it was and hurried back home.
Now I'm writing in a hurry, 'cause I have to go to Maipú, which is very far from my home, to one of my best friend's birthday party, and we don't want it to be too dark so we can see the road and reference points (This "we" refers to my boyfriend and I, whereas the "we" from the paragraphs before refered to my mother and I).

Soooo, With this I say goodbye, hoping that you didn't have such a horrible time reading this, IF someone is reading this at all.

XOXO to everyone behind the screen!!!!

About this blog

Hey everyone, I'm Paola, and though I'm a spanish native speaker, I decided to write this blog in english 'cause I'm an english student and i thought that I could use the practice, so if your native language is english and you spot any mistakes, please, make me know, I'll try and change it as soon as I can.

Now you may think that this is a poor reason for writing a blog, and I agree with you, so I decided to write about my personal tastes... Ok this may also be a lousy idea for a blog, but hey! perhaps there are other people who like what I like!

Well, actually I already know that there are other people who like what I like, because I can find a lot of that kind of stuff on the web, like, Harry Potter info, fan-art and fanfics, other fantasy books or book reviews, lolita costumes and drawings, cupcakes and muffin recipies, and a lot of other dorky and/or girly kind of stuff, but what I want to talk about the most is of my notion of "cuteness"... I believe I'm a little all over the place in regard of my personal tastes, so I frecuently find myself buying a lot of unmatching clothes and accesories or unnecesary notebooks and other cute stuff, so I thought that maybe if I wrote about it, my head would get a bit more clarified... Well, usually that doesn't happen when I'm writting or right after doing so, but much much later, when I reread my rants in order.

Soooo, I'm so sorry to bother you with all this nonesense, but I thought that a Blog was a better idea than a paper journal, 'cause my hand won't hurt at the end of the entry and 'cause maybe, just maybe, I could find a couple of people who wanted to read me. If that's so I would be thrilled.

OK so, Good bye for now, and I hope to see you soon! :)