Pyka and Spanglish Issues
Getting a bit tired, quite frankly, of two things. One, is the automatic Cirus show/ translator I become whenever the subject of me beeng half-english come up. Two, the fact that I'm not into staying up until 5 in the morning partying with people I mostly don't know (I'd be more okay with doing it if I actually knew more than two people), so I don't do it, and then my flatmate - unknowingly - tells me what a good night I've missed. But first~
HEEHEE~
I shouldn't be boasting about this - God know I've been trying so hard to not get obsessed with more shows. But they just keep on coming.
Warehouse 13 is the newest addition to The List Of Sofia's Addictions. Pete. And Myka. <3 (I've decided that I'll call this ship Pyka - I think there's this name and other variations. Like PMS. LOL. And then there's Claudia, and Artie, and Mrs. Frederick, and Leena.
eeeeeeeee!
Eddie McClintock is way hotter than David Boreanaz (for me, at least.) I'm in love with him. (Add him to the the other TV actors I'm in love with - see Mark Harmon, Michael Weatherly, Thomas Gibson, Matthew Gray Gubler) And Joanne Kelly is brilliant and so pretty <3 I wish I had her lips. And her legs. And Allison Scagliotti is probably the most underrated young actress ever.
FANGIRLFANGIRLFANGIRLTIMES.
...I mean what other show would feature the a main character playing ping pong against the other main characters head?
1) Yes, I speak both English and Spanish. It's cool, I admit. I'm very lucky. But it's not a fucking superpower. I'm not better than anyone because I'm bilingual. I'm not the eighth wonder of the world. And whilst within the first five minutes of a person finding out, I find the interest flattering, I don't when the fact that I'm from England becomes the only thing that person talks to me about. Maybe I'm being stupid, but when I'm mid-conversation with someone and they suddenly turn to someone else - as if I'm not there - and say to them 'God, can you believe this girl is English! It's incredible!' it really dampens my mood. I feel like....an artifact...or something.
I have a feeling some of the people I've met that are my age - not uni people, but Az's uni people - only talk to me/find me friendworthy because of this. Take Dani, who would not stop saying 'I can't belive you're English!' or 'Say something, to see if I can understand.'...In fact, the only three people that know I'm part-English, are friendly and are Az friends are Pedro Pablo, her boyfriend, and Ole. Ole..whom I only met once, but wish I could meet again, because he was such a nice guy. Someone who was curious about me, and teased me about my Englishness, and tried to talk to me in English instead of getting me to talk to him in English. Someone who's been to lots of places, and is a bit more understanding of the cultural differences.
Uh. He was a great guy. I wonder if I'll meet him again. (In a totally non-romantic way......right?)
2) I've found that I actually enjoy clubbing - if it is done not too frequently, for not too long, with people I know. Participating in this activity with a large amount of people that I hardly know, until five in the morning, however is not enjoyable for me. And I'm totally okay with this, and the fact that Az goes out without me sometimes. Because she does know these people, they're her friends from her classes, and she sees them for five hours a day. They're nice people, but I just don't know them that well, and when I get talking to them, No.1 usually happens...
So when Az has gone, I get out the laptop and start watching shows (akfhsaekfh Warehouse 13 adkfjhaslfkja), writing, photoshopping, skyping, or get out the drawing pad and doodle.
Az doesn't seem to get that I enjoy this. Staying in and just...um, relaxing a bit. She thinks that I'm missing out big time, and maybe I am, but it's not as if I stay shut up in the house everytime, I've been out plenty of times. And I enjoy it, but I like my quiet nights in. But then she proceeds to show me the photos of the night, as if expecting me to comment on how I would have preffered to go out after all. And just no. I mean, they have a good time. But the photos don't make me wish that I'd been there.