Today
Poor Annie. I wish there was something I could do to make you feel better.
Today was good. Got up much too early for my liking and was knocked for six when my dad tossed the car keys to me and gleefully announced that I would be driving myself to school today. Either this came from a surge of excitement about the impending football match or perhaps he’d chucked too much sugar in his coffee. About that drive, let’s just say that Trinidadians can be real idiots when it comes to parking and interchanging.
Our most attentive, industrious teacher didn’t show up until almost 11, two hours after the intended starting time of the class. Needless to say, we were long gone by then. We crammed into the car and headed off to the mall where we had a lovely time stuffing steak-and-cheese sandwiches and beating the snot out of pathetic newbies in Soul Calibur.
Honestly, I’ve never in my life thought that I would hear a born and bred Aussie use words like "tabanca" and "goat-mouth", but I did. While on the way to the Argentinean embassy, we listened to two of the cricket commentators reading aloud in between plays from a Trinidadian dictionary and it was just so unbelievably funny to hear them! lol. One even threatened to planasse the other.
We did the ol’ father/daughter bonding today - after an unbelievably tiring hour of poring over maps of Buenos Aires in a vain attempt to pinpoint the locations of the major football clubs, we headed over to Trotters, the nearest sports bar, to watch the game and drink in true footie-fan fashion. How convenient that we should find an empty spot smack in the middle of a raucous hoi polloi of Manchester United supporters. The match was absolutely brilliant - great goals, goalkeeping (by Casillas, of course) and dexterity all around, but some disgustingly sloppy defending by Real Madrid and a bloody own goal by Helguera...grrr. However that wasn't enough for Man. Utd., and Real advanced to the semifinals 6-5 on aggregate...hooray! *points and laughs* An unfortunate discovery I made today: jumping up and down in suede boots will make your toes, heels and calves vibrate quite excessively and painfully. Owie.
Now I’m off to scour the Argentine Football Association’s site and see if I can’t possibly come up with anything that could help me score points in my Spanish oral presentation.
Oh, and despite 112 runs from Brian Lara, we still got our ass kicked by the Australians once again. No further comments on this exceptionally appalling affair.
Today was good. Got up much too early for my liking and was knocked for six when my dad tossed the car keys to me and gleefully announced that I would be driving myself to school today. Either this came from a surge of excitement about the impending football match or perhaps he’d chucked too much sugar in his coffee. About that drive, let’s just say that Trinidadians can be real idiots when it comes to parking and interchanging.
Our most attentive, industrious teacher didn’t show up until almost 11, two hours after the intended starting time of the class. Needless to say, we were long gone by then. We crammed into the car and headed off to the mall where we had a lovely time stuffing steak-and-cheese sandwiches and beating the snot out of pathetic newbies in Soul Calibur.
Honestly, I’ve never in my life thought that I would hear a born and bred Aussie use words like "tabanca" and "goat-mouth", but I did. While on the way to the Argentinean embassy, we listened to two of the cricket commentators reading aloud in between plays from a Trinidadian dictionary and it was just so unbelievably funny to hear them! lol. One even threatened to planasse the other.
We did the ol’ father/daughter bonding today - after an unbelievably tiring hour of poring over maps of Buenos Aires in a vain attempt to pinpoint the locations of the major football clubs, we headed over to Trotters, the nearest sports bar, to watch the game and drink in true footie-fan fashion. How convenient that we should find an empty spot smack in the middle of a raucous hoi polloi of Manchester United supporters. The match was absolutely brilliant - great goals, goalkeeping (by Casillas, of course) and dexterity all around, but some disgustingly sloppy defending by Real Madrid and a bloody own goal by Helguera...grrr. However that wasn't enough for Man. Utd., and Real advanced to the semifinals 6-5 on aggregate...hooray! *points and laughs* An unfortunate discovery I made today: jumping up and down in suede boots will make your toes, heels and calves vibrate quite excessively and painfully. Owie.
Now I’m off to scour the Argentine Football Association’s site and see if I can’t possibly come up with anything that could help me score points in my Spanish oral presentation.
Oh, and despite 112 runs from Brian Lara, we still got our ass kicked by the Australians once again. No further comments on this exceptionally appalling affair.