I really like this article, it teaches a lot about building tolerance and learning to be patient with things that annoy you.
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Fischer the cook had been living on the ship for as long as he could remember. He had been there the longest out of all of the crew, except for Captain Aspen, of course. The captain hadn’t aged a day since the moment he salvaged Fischer from wherever he found him. Fischer was merely two years old then. He was around seventy years old by now, and this showed not only in his appearance, but in his personality too. Fischer was a cranky, bearded, smelly, old man. But all of his negative attributes were overshadowed by his outstanding cooking talent. To me it seems it must be innate, no one can cook that well just by learning. My favorite plate is the Boeuf Bourguignon. Oh what a delight, just thinking about it makes my mouth water…
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I remember back in middle school I had religion class with Mrs. Frazer. We would sometimes have “story time”, which was usually about her 2 year old grandson, Ben. I had a kid in my class called Humberto Torres. He was a Mexican kid from Monterrey. At the end of the year party in 8th grade, he invited Paula and I to go party with him some time down in Monterrey. I was only 13 years old at the time. His parents called him a miracle. They had been trying for quite some time to have a child before he was born by the grace of the Lady of Schoenstatt. Since then, they have prayed to her constantly, thanking her for the gift of life they had been granted by her. During our 6th and 7th grade religion class, because he left 8th grade, Humberto would scream and bang on his deck like a crazy child every time Mrs. Frazer started a story. So, today I decided to do something different. Today I’m going to write a story in his honor, because that is what I feel deep down I must do:
Once upon a time, there was a kid called Jelly Bean. Well, he was called Jelly Bean by his mates, but his true name was actually unknown. Every morning he would wake up, head up, and smell the salty breeze. Although he had traveled farther than anyone at his age, his world seemed quite limited to him, with no room to swing a cat. Not that he could find many cats were he lived. There was however a parrot. He was called Cranky. Cranky liked to eat, especially biscuits. Jelly Bean always kept some in his trunk, just in case of an emergency. You see, Cranky was not a mundane parrot. He had magical powers that let him speak the language of any creature known to the world. Although he could potentially help Jelly Bean escape, Cranky’s powers were off-limits. The old guy was holding a bottle of rum half-finished, with his legs hanging off the prow. Captain Aspen, and Cranky’s master. Also Jelly Beans adoptive father. Actually the whole crew’s adoptive father. You might have guessed where Jelly Bean lived. Over the years at sea, he had started to understand something about his life. It was not normal. His ‘father’ had never aged, and some of the older crew members who were about the captain’s age, if not older, still called him father. This led Jelly Bean to believe that his father had a magical ability as well. Jelly Bean believed his father to be immortal.
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I’m thankful for a lot of things. I’m thankful to have a family, friends, and God in my life. I’m thankful for the things God has given me, both material and spiritual. I don’t care that material stuff is unimportant to God, because there are a lot of material things that are important to me, so I will use them as another way to be thankful to God, because he created everything that is good. Oh well..enough about thanksgiving. Or maybe I’m not done just yet. Just you wait. #HamiltonTheMusical. This week is thanksgiving week, duh, so my parents and I are going to London to visit Lordenzo for the weekend. We’re going to see Aladdin the musical too!! #excited. the les mis musical was full 😦 IDK why me ha dado por hashtags, pero yeah. I’m listening to “Gonna Make You Sweat (Everybody Dance Now)” because it is on a playlist on spotify, and its getting kinda hard to concentrate on writing this lol. ok, so, as promised, to-day #thesunalsorises I will speak of how ASM has been since I got here and also maybe about the whole deal with Javier and Tomas. First Javi and Tom, sorry Ms. Priour, but I’m writing about the second thing states in my thesis first. Not that these posts have any structure, as you can already see. now it’s “Ice Ice Baby”. So I met Anaëlle Gomez through Elena Horcajo, and I like to think that we hit it off quite well. I told them to come with me and my friend Javier to las fiestas de Pozuelo, and everything just kind of happened. I got there with them and Javier came to find us. Then we followed him to where the rest of his buddies were, after getting some alcohol, that is. We got a bottle of rum and some coke for the three of us, the girls. Javi got one for himself, duh. As you don’t know, because I am talking to no one in particular, Oh shit. I forgot what followed that sentence lol. oh yeah! As you don’t know, I don’t like coke and I’m more of a “gin tonic without tonic” kind of girl. At least right now I am. I’m not very experienced because I don’t go out much, unfortunately. I guess I will have to talk about ASM on my next post. At this rate I’m never going to be able to talk about it! Oh well, at least I’ll finish this story. So, as I was writing, we got to the area where his friends were. It was mostly just Tomas and a few more friends, of which the only one I still remember is Diego. he is fun to be around, but seems un poco pringado. Tomas is just… its hard to explain how i feel about him, so I might just ignore my feelings for now and just give out the facts. Tbh it’s not that big of a deal and i don’t really know why things like this affect me a lot more than a terrorist attack ever did. We started drinking and Anaëlle and I got drunk in five minutes. I don’t think Elena ever got drunk that night, and I know why, but the story of Simon’s party is for another time. We went dancing and it was wonderful. We then went drinking and it was wonderful. We danced some more, it was wonderful. We went to get more stuff, and I could barely stand alone, so I held onto Tomas, just as he held onto me. He was kissing me, but on the forehead. I haven’t had my first kiss yet, which is funny but not at the same time. Tomas starts talking to Diego about how he wants to make out with me, but Diego advices him against it because Tomas happens to have a girlfriend, who is well acquainted with Mafi. Anyway I danced with Tomas and almost caused a fight that night. I sat on his lap, and we talked with our heads close together, i think we almost kissed, but I wouldn’t know because I’ve never been kissed. I also saw Ana Gomez and Fait Fuentes that night, but I don’t recall the conversation, only the fact that they completely ignores Elena. Bitches. This is too long. Good day, have a great thanksgiving day and don’t forget that Donald Trump is officially the president of the United States of America.
Yo yo, what up? It’s been at least seven months since my last post. Let me summarize everything that happened, or at least the things that start coming to my mind about these past months. Let’s start with Madison Leyens. Right now you’re thinking wtf why would she include that unimportant date, and how does she think of it before Nice or ASM? Look, I really thought i had her all figured out, Madison. i was wrong. I feel like i don’t understand her at all. Or her bitch-asshole-pieceofshit friends. Especially Henry and Becks. i can’t believe people would do something so bitchy to someone they have been good friends with for the past two years! Or at least ACTING like they are friends @drama. btw I started following Becks on FB the other day, and it looks like she remembered me from the birthday party, because she accepted. Oh God, that party… Henry…Jordan…Daniel-felt like I needed to include him for some reason-…Nibs-although i had no feelings for him I miss him the most-…Fer…Carlos…the-guy-who-almost-cheated-on-his-girl-with-me-bc-I-was-drunk…Javi-Baens- solo un amigo, pero porq no incluirle-…Antimony- Sb is antimony on the periodic table, if you know what I mean-…And that’s all I got to say about it…FOR NOW. Oh lol i just remembered about the name we gave to the drug dealer at ASM, Maria. His real name is Allan. I’ve never talked to him, really, but i like his friends, they’re nice and chill-obviously chill 😉 This summer I went to Nice, France to learn some French. I went with Marta Noguera, Paula Arbues, Marina Resines, y la famosa PG. Me lo pase muy bien, pero al principio no tanto, porq PG estaba haciendo lo de siempre con Marta y a mi y a marina nos la sudaba. Paula is very cool, she’s almost like a younger girl who likes to play and knows no difference between a girl and a boy lol. We played soccer and we bonded and I’m really glad I met her and we became friends. Also, after the attack Thursday night of the 14th of July of 2016, which I’ll go into more detail about in a sec, she is the only one who did not leave to Spain. That is what i look for in life-long friends, my friends. Anyway…Yes, I did. I survived a terrorist attack. Did I see people get run over by a truck or be shot? Did I see the dead lying on the ground, the stains coring the road dark, dark red? No the answer, unfortunately, is no. Now you are asking yourself Why the fuck I said ‘unfortunately’. That’s the thing. I learned something about myself from this experience. I am not shaken by terrible things such as these, and neither was Paula, who did indeed see all the bodies scattered about the Promenade des Angles. This is a huge post, I better save all the info about life in Spain for the next blog post… Estoy playing with Wilma right now, my mom bought her a stuffed dog identical to the one she beheaded through the neck all those years ago. Life is tough. It is not fair, and I’m talking to all y’all IB candidates out there. Peace out
Today I tol PG about my secret. She apparently already knew though, so it wasn’t that bad. We almost cried during chemistry, which was fun, of lack of a better word. Or maybe not for the lack of a better word. I don’t know, and probably never will. For my birthday i got a journal, so I might start doing that instead of the blog. IDK. we’ll see. I might do this sometimes, but I won’t post very often. It’s ok though because I don’t have a lot of viewers, which I’m fine with, so… we’ll see!
Today was a sad day, although that is a little ironic. I got a hundred on my math test and I didn’t have french class. I was picked by my coach as the captain of the team, and scored two goals. I let my inner sadness take the best of me, and stopped trying to play well. I used excuses like “I’m really tired” and “here, you got it”. I am not feeling very well. I cried too. I don’t know why I feel this way, it’s probably the move, or just the fact that I will be away from PG for a long time. I don’t know if I can take it. All of it is stressing me out. I have to tell her and I’m basically depressed right now and I need her to be here for me, but she can’t. I keep picturing us crying together and then I get nostalgic, because of the whole CW incident. I heard CW might be coming to SMCA. It’s good for PG, but I would hate to be there at the same time as her. I don’t miss her at all, although that doesn’t make me a good person at all. PG and one of the Isabellas told me I played very well today, but I for one completely disagree. I may have scored twice and been fast, but I would not mark up or set up and take it slowly. I was two concentrated on my other problems to worry about a stupid lacrosse game. We did win, 6-5, though. I wish I could have done better, but I also don’t. I don’t want people to tell me Im amazing and stuff like that. I want to look up to someone in that way, and would rather not be called out when I know the coaches don’t think I played well. It’s hard to here the coaches on the field when you have to worry about what the rest of the people and refs are telling you. CC was asking me to open up and set up the offense, but the ref was telling me to ignore her and just listen to her. Writing my feelings down actually really helped me, so I am glad I started this. I love God. He is asking me to go to S, and that is what I will do. Tomorrow is my BDAY party. Im not really excited about it, and I think it’s just because I am sad. I really hope this pain will go away by tomorrow morning when I wake. Good Night!