Hello again...
I would first off like to say thank you to the person who commented on me, but I must decline the offer to email. It is, to be truthful, for my mother. She as of yet does not know that I have a blog, and I am pretty sure that this secrecy cannot last much longer (I am, after all, using her computer). My mother has issues with the while blogging thing, and has spent a good deal of my life pounding the concepts of "Internet Safety" into me. This blog, for example, is not allowed. So, against the day when she discovers this account, I will not email. Maybe that will lessen my punishment. I apologize sincerely.
And now,� a terrificly exciting account of my day (ahaha. As if.) A rather normal day, with one outstanding exception. Spanish class. Oh, the pain. Make it stop. Seriously, I have this teacher who WOULD be nice to me, were I not part�Spanish (from Spain) and she not South American. So, while she acts SO nice to me, I know she gets furious with me whenever I speak in a spanish accent (for example, dice, which is pronounced in Spain DEE-thay and in South American DEE-say) and go out of my way to use spanish expressions. I know. I am not so nice ; ). But it's my heritage, and I am allowed to pronounce things the way I bloody well please. So today in class, we were discussing this Spanish smut book she's making us read, and I was trying to come up with the right words to say something, and I said "Pero, pero, pero, pero--" Which is the equivalent of "But, but, but, but--" and she gave me this look and stopped me. And then--AND THEN-- she looked at me, and, in front of the entire class, told me, "You know, you Spanish people always do that. The stuttering, I mean." I was like, "WHAT?! What did you say?!" And then she just laughed it off with the rest of the class. I mean, RACISM?! That's one complication that I do NOT need right now, thank you very much. Seriously, senora. �Porque no puedo hablar como quiero hablar? I don't know what I should do about it. I don't want to report her (or if that's even a good excuse to report her at all.... probably is though) because then she would hate me more, and convince everyone that I'm overreacting. FRIG. Damn. I curse her.
Other than that, normal day. Had to work with Talia again on the French story, and she was as.... I hesitate to say useless, but there really is no other way to put it. She tells me I'm monopolizing the project, but she doesn't do ANYTHING. She relies upon me to make all the decisions. While I am a pretty dominant (read that moderately�bossy�) person, I gave her free rein today and said, "Ok, Talia, what do you want to happen next?" And she spent more than half the class dithering. In the end, I had to GIVE her two options and, when THAT was too much for her, make her choose a number to choose the path the story would take. Grrr. So. Annoying. Sorry, Tal, but really.
Oh, and also. A girl in my class named Zoya has also read Twilight and makes me look not-obsessed. It's slightly ridiculous, actually. But I had a long talk with her today about it, and she went into detail about how Robert Pattinson (the person playing Edward in the movie--aka Cedric Diggory, for those who have seen Harry Potter) is her soulmate and they will meet and marry and have little Zoyberts. (She didn't say that, I just did ) And then a conversation with Charlotte about how she is SO going to the USA, to Washington, to Forks, to La Push, to find Jacob. It was a little hard for me. Because no matter how hard I try, the afore-mentioned (in one of my older entries, I believe) adult, cynical, "Grow up, you baby" voice inside me kept on telling me how ridiculous it was. I so want to believe it's all true (the story), but I know it's not. And several people have not quite realised that yet. It... I... I almost wish that I was 7 again, so I could tell my mother all about Harry Potter and how I knew FOR SURE that I was going to get my owl mail letter on my 11th birthday. And actually believe it. I really, really wish that all the places in my books existed. I always have. The difference now, though, is that I have the voice in my ear, telling me how pathetic I am for wanting that.�It's aggravating like you wouldn't believe. I try very hard to shut it up, but sometimes either A) that's not the best plan for the situation I'm in, or B) It refuses to be silent. I wonder which will win out in the end. I know which one would be better, make it easier for me, but that's not the one I want. Is that wrong? I don't know.
Hmmm..... suggestions... How about a movie? When it comes out, Prince Caspian!!!! AAAH! Excited.
Lastly, I would like do dedicate this entry to my grandmother. It's been 7 years, Abuela, and I still miss you. May Day will never be the same for me. Enjoy Heaven, you more than deserve it. I love you so,so much. Besitos.
~Annabel
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