The Lost Retainer

It's been a while since I wrote something on my post. Well, I have a life. I have been very busy latley, shcool, training and sleeping. Sleeping does take a lot of your personal time, but its such a great wasted time.

I love sleeping. Its like disconnecting from the world, until suddenly my sleep-walking sister wakes me up form my "beauty" (or horror sleep for me). Please, who wakes up beautiful? The smell of bed is not left behind. The knotted and crazy hair, and obviously, the face of uncertainty as soon as you wake up asking "is this a dream?"

Anyways, shcool, does take your whole time. You could think that it actually takes half of the day, but that have of the day may be exrcuciating and long. Even so, there is nothing worse waking up thinking it is a Saturday, when it actually is Monday. As soon as I realize, it could not hit worse.

I mentioned before that my sister had sleeping-walking problems, but she is not she is not the only one. Is I usually wake up at night thinking I'm in such places like school. Usually I think people are around my bed, starring as I sleep. It may be a dream (or a nightmare) but it feels so real, and uncomfortable. Or, I get up ate night and walk around my room thinking it is somewhere else, and that I need to get there. Once, I even thought I was talking to someone, but actually it turns out to be I'm just talking to myself.

Some nights ago, I suddenly woke up and went angrily to the bathroom where my other sister was washing her teeth. I had come in the errand to give back the mouth retainer that was from my sister in my room. Actually, it was my retainer.

Scene: The Lost Retainer
Setting: Bathroom
Purpose: No idea

Me: (half asleep) Why do they keep doing this?
I say this as I burst angrily into the bathroom.
Big sister: (confused) What are you talking about?
Me: I told them it wasn't mine.
I take the retainer out of my mouth and place it near the sink.
Me: Here, this is Laura's retainer.
Big Sister: Hey it's yours.
I carefully read the name written in the filthy retianer.
Me: Oh, yeah, its mine.
And I leave and fall asleep.

I guess it was kind of weird. I was so confused. I was sure that my dream was commanding me to return my sister's retainer, but it was mine! Even so, she was in the bed next to me. Why would I have to storm angrily into the bathroom?

Even so, dreams can be very mysterious. I even think they are signs, but I'm too lazy trying to figure them out.

Slow Motion

Time could not go faster. Especially when you are in the last block after having lunch.

Class goes on and on. I watch the clock hanging on the wall. It points 1:05pm. Cheer Up! Only one more hour left and I can leave home.

Class goes on and on. It has taken quite a time since I last wathcedh the clock, so I turn my head and see. To my surprise, it was 1:07pm. Damn.

Time could not go any faster, and goes really fast when you dont need it, or you are haveing a good time. For example, in class, the mintues feel like hours, and the hours feel like weeks. When we leave class it is like we have already aged. It is troture. But when you must need the time, time wont help you. Need to finish a test? Time will go faster and you will end up not being able to finish it, and failing. Having a good time for once in your life? It will be as quick tat you will never notice. Time has its moods, and is so selfish that will never help you. Besides, I think it just works to kill your brains and make you go insane.

Half and hour later, I supposed. We had done a lot arleady. The teacher kept talking and talking. We even played with paly-doh meanwhile. I look again: 1:15pm. I'm about to shoot myself!

This Particular Day

Yesterday, was Mother's Day. It may be a nice day, since everyone had the chance to celebrate moms day and all moms would get lots of presents. Just as the restaurants, gift shops, and musicians who are hired to sing to the o great mother. This day does make the economy run. Good job mothers!

We know mother's day shouldn't be only once a year. Mother's day should be 365 days per year. There is no day in the one we should not say thank you.

Scene: Mother's Day

Setting: Uncle's House

Occasion: Mother's Day, Uncle's Birthday

Reminder: I hate Birthday's.

How do I love birthday's! Were my grossest aunt can scramble though the food, take a bite, and leave it back on the plate. Who must be the unfortunate to get the priced piece of meat? Not did she only take a bite and leave the rest, she got to cut the cake. Apparently, the cake had already been attacked, by who? Who knows?

As we get a tiny, small piece were the cake must be only seen through a microscope, my little cousin gets like three pieces. Since my grossest aunt is her mother, he gets more. I tell you, both have evil minds. My cousin may look like an innocent little boy, but inside, he is evil, pure evil. My aunt, raised him, and she is also evil, pure evil.

She serves the cake, licks the knife, licks her finger, uses her finger to get the piece of cake, and dumps it in my plate. Thanks aunt, I sure love you. I know, that inside us, everyone has something form my aunt inside. It may be love, hatred, or even saliva, but she is all within us.

I hated family discussions, sine all of them are idiots and they start talking about politics. I hate discussing about politics since the candidates are a bunch of idiots who will rule our country. My aunts, with the worse ones. So I decided not to care for this year. We are all screwed up anyway.

We went upstairs to play Wii. I had played it before, and didn't like it much. The stupid control will move everywhere, except where you want to. Now, I have a sore arm.

Upcoming Events

I could not have a better weekend (next weekend). There is a holiday on Monday, and I have a swimming competition on Saturday AND Sunday. I still cant believe that we have to swim the whole day! Even worse, 400m freestyle is at Sunday afternoon. The worse for last.

I am nervous. I have this upcoming competition, and swimming nationals in two weeks. It came so fast, I don't even feel prepared for it. I know I have been training hard, but, it just came too soon. I still cant believe why the idiots made a competition on a holiday, the whole weekend. Seriously, who would come? Not mentioning it is the second most important tournament after the nationals. The problem is, this is a qualifying tournament. It is my only chance to proof I can qualify. (Even though I already have qualifying times). On the bright side, I still have Monday to rest.

I cant support the pressure. it is too much, that when I am siting in the bus listening to music, I even start feeling the adrenaline. it is so scary! I still cant believe it is this weekend! I cant say much about the nationals, because I have to qualify. Even so, if I qualify, I will be even worse. In the other bright side, the nationals are soon, and I will end this quickly. Then, I can have vacations, since school is almost over. I feel a little of nostalgia since 9th grade was cool. Seriously, everyone is big, and there are no stupid 8th graders thinking they are now in high school! I realize that my school years are being counted, and the idea of leaving is hard.

A Small Mistake

I don't spend so much time watching TV or playing video games, but since my dad fixed our PS2, I have spend hours playing. We have very few games, So the one I play most is Gran Turismo 3. Its the best driving simulator ever! I have spend hours and hours driving winning and fixing cars.

When I completed a whole championship, suddenly, there were four cars being raffled. Incredibly I won, the best, the greatest and the invincible, Gillet. I had never heard the brand of this car, so I went into car dealer. It is a car from Belgium with Formula 1 technology. Wow. It had 429 horse power, and it only weighed 850kilos. For people who don't know about cars, this, was a pretty good one. It didn't weigh anything compared to it horse power, do it made it invincible on the track, and it wouldn't waste so much tires. Best of all, it was powered by Alfa Romeo. It was the best car in my garage.

As I continue. Winning more and more crappy cars, I loved my sweet Gillet to the end. It was great, it was perfect. Even so, what I couldn't stand was that I
completed whole championships and cups, and won these crappy cars. I did a whole World Series and for my pleasure, I won an Audi TT. Yes, it may have two turbos, but they don't even work to blow your hair. Instead, my sister just
completes ten laps in Super Speedway, and she wins a Corevette! I was like, what
the? Then, when I complete 100 laps in the same course, I won a Mitsubishi
Lancer tuned by Nismo. I already had like five of those cars in my garage.
Seriously, it had 300horse power and weighed like 1500kilos. This is equal to: a
very slow and crappy car. Even so, I was happy with my Gillet.

One night, my little sister was playing, so I asked her if could let me. With no doubt, she gave me the control. I completed her track in Beginners League,in World Championship. Just to win money and another car. I felt my Gillet kind of
weird since it didn't hold on in the curves as it used to, and I had to fight with the
car to keep it straight. I told myself the lamest excuse: " maybe in beginners
league the cars are different since you are starting to drive, so it is like this so
beginners learn how to drive how it is". No matter how long the excuse was, it
didn't make any sense. So I thought, "maybe I am driving too bad".

The other day, my big sister was driving. She offered me the control since she kept saying she was driving terribly. Oh, how weird. I continued driving, and again, the car was fighting back. Why? What happened to my car?

When my little sister arrived from school, I asked her if she had done something to the car. " No" she would say firmly. I didn't know to belief her or not, since I was in the middle of a series race and I wasn't able to go back to the garage and see any change in the car. In a way, I would be kind of relieved if she had done something to the car, which meant it wasn't I who was driving terrible. Then, I would be furious be I said clearly like a thousand times " No one dares to touch or tune the car, it id perfect as it is, no one dare to change anything".

Then, my little sister said,
Sister: Is that I had lost for one point the series race, I was so angry so I tuned the car with something
Me: WHAT?
Silence
Me: What did you do?
Sister: I don't know, it was cheap and raised the horse power.
I had just lost a race for the last curve(since I was fighting to keep the car straight)
So I exploded.
Me: FOOL! LOOK AT THIS! YOU RUINED MY CAR!
How many times did I tell you never to touch it? The car was perfect as it wad, and you just go around with no idea just putting things inside. The car was already tuned for racing. It was only on beginner's league!

I was angry. Specially when I finished the race and won another crappy car. I went immediately to the garage. 518horse power. Damn! It was too much for the car. I went back to tuning, but there wasn't anything to be done. Many could say, hey chill, its just a game. It may be a game, but I cant just have the car I had before, and I used it in all the race. There was no turning back, my car was ruined.
What made me so angry was that she didn't even care, worse of all, she didn't even say sorry.

Stormy Night

This happened just at the beginning of April. Opening up a new month full of new and interesting posts ( like if that would happen). April came so fast and so unexpected. I even forgot it was April Fools. Damn. I wanted to do some good jokes. Anyways, as it is over, Ill just have to wait till next year.

So I was on holiday, which was pretty good, not mentioning it was extremely hot were we were and we didn't sleep for three days. We went back to el Peñon. For my pleasure, the whole family came which meant, being uncomfortable. I can't stand the heat or the people, so it means, a great weekend for me.

Since my grandfather is an old and cranky man, he also hates air conditioning. Since our house, is not really a house, it is meant that the air conditioning should be on, since it is all closed up. But no, my grandfather can't have air conditioning, so we all have to roast in our beds and sweat like cows. Actually, I don't know if cows can sweat.

The scene, my sister and I in a "room" with my mother, father an little cousin, and only one fan. The best of all was, it was broken, and the only air that it would send wouldn't reach anyone. In another room, my other sisters and cousin and aunt. Yet they had two fans, one was broken. In the other room, my uncle and his family with the two fans that worked perfectly, but they were aimed to the door! We asked him what was the problem with him, his answer: it works to blow the mosquitoes away. WHAT! I still don't understand why they don't understand, that just a simple air conditioner is also a mosquito free, besides, at least we could be fresh. In the biggest room, my grandparents, with the window closed, and the fan shut down, and my grandfather with a blanket up to his head.

After two sleepless nights, it was Friday, the day of the crucifixion and it was 3:00a.m. So it was practically Saturday. A storm all night, lights went off and thunders fell at just one km away. Since we had the windows open, we did not only receive the noises, but rain too. And still, with only some air, the storm will have passed away ¨quietly¨.

Ways Of Thinking

I have never thought of this before, but I always see the world in a very dark way. I never realized it, but each day is darker than before. Not mentioning that it rains everyday since it is April and we are about to begin winter in the Southern Hemisphere. But it's enough with geography.

By now someone must have realized that I am so pessimist, and I my whine a lot, but that is how I am, it is how the world is. For " positive", I may have really negative thoughts, but for me, they are realistic. It is the real world, not some kind of stupid fantasy in which many people like to live.

Some examples of my way of thinking:

Annoying Person: what a beautiful and sunny day.
Me: My skin will get burn.

Annoying Person: He just looked at me, I know it!
Me: He was looking at the girl behind you.

That is just some moderate way of thinking. I really don't know how to express my real thoughts through this blog since right now I can't think. But if you are so damn interested, which I personally think you don't. You can waste your time analyzing all my posts, which I would gladly not want you to.