Who shot Nice Guy Eddie?
Today is snowing. Not more than usual, but it's the seconds time it is snowing when I have to walk around half the town. I came to the library right after that, after catching my check and buying a bunch of books in the bookstore. By the way, Nataly, Alejandra, and Paula, if you're reading this, you can tell if there's a book you'd love to have and I can probably buy it here. Is a lot cheaper than back in Chile, I can try it without problem! Just let me know.
So, there's a bunch of stuff I wanted to at least mention. For example, the LOST premiere was last week, and for the first time since the show has first been on the air, I watched an episode, more so, a season premiere, at the same time than the first group of people that watch it! I love it! Of course, it was sad and I still feel like crap because of Charlie's death and the show won't be the same without Dom, but, lets just say the writers manage to acknowledge that in this season premiere.
Another subject, much more important, is that Misa is getting married this week. And because you have not been easy to communicate with, Ale!, Paula asked me to try and remind you that MISA IS GETTING FREAKING MARRIED THIS WEEK, DON'T FORGET!!! Well, that's done.
I finally watched Reservoir Dogs the other day. Gruesome, yes, but a great movie, of course. Hence the title of this post. I also got to watch the first two seasons (and I already rented the third) of OZ, so I have a new fandom. For those who don't know, OZ is a prison show, a lot more realistic and twisted than Prison Break, a show that I never liked because it was too... pretty. The main character is too pretty, the prison itself is too pretty, and for all the freaky characters on it, they're not half as psychotic as the inmates in OZ. Plus, a lot of more frontal nudity. And it has Christopher Meloni, J.K. Simmons and Adewale Akinnuoye-Agbaje as this truly awful devious characters, like you have never seen them before (seriously, I can't watch L&O SVU anymore without seeing Meloni naked and doing it hard against a wall with his pseudo inmate boyfriend). Then we have Harold Perrineau as the narrator of the comings and goings of the crazy population of Emerald City, and my favorite, Dean Winters as Irish Ryan O'Reilly, "Lord of the Fucking Dance". I have a thing for master manipulators.
What else? Ah, the other day one of the girls that lives with me had an emotional breakdown. It was kinda freaky. I mean, it's completely natural to have your emotions take control of yourself and take the worst out of you and make you feel like crap and alone when you're so far away from home and you miss your family and your friends and your pseudo boyfriend that it's not really your boyfriend because the idiot is giving you mixed signals from across the globe. I just wish I could make Beatriz understand that and make her stop bottling things up to explode in a couple of weeks from now again. And taking it out on me. This time it didn't happen, but a couple of days before she had an outburst about me always blaming others when something didn't go my way. I'm not saying that's not true, it is, sometimes. She clearly doesn't know me well enough to realize that I'm very good at blaming myself as much as I love to blame others. But the thing is, she told me that totally out of context because she did bottle it up inside for a while, I could tell. I was nice enough to not tell her to screw herself and to look at the mirror because she's not exactly perfect either, I did tell her to let me know at the moment if something I say is annoying her to, well, stop speaking to her.
This bring me to another topic. I miss my people. My family, my friends. I have say it before, most of the gringos here are nice and friendly and couldn't be more welcoming (or hot, this place is full of readheads, full! First Brian, now I have a crush on a girl called Jessica that really loves to dance tight and calls me "hottie" every time we see each other, I love her!), but, seriously? There's no one here I could call a friend. Not the gringos, not the peruvians, not the chileans. I would have loved to come to this place with a friend, though we both would have ended pretty bored pretty quickly. This is a small town! My mom keep insisting I should try and go to Canada since I'm just kilometers away, but because of the lack of public transportation is hard to cross the border and come back in a weekend, like I would love to. To at least say "I went to Canada too!" he.
I miss you guys. A lot.
I was gonna talk about the changes in my house because, believe it or not, the only reason I have cry so far while being here is because I won't have a room when I finally go home. Not only that, I realize I also won't have a computer room, that really, that was my little sanctuary inside the house, and I won't have it. I feel like crap because of that. I keep thinking in a way to leave my house and live on my own, but it's ridiculous because I still have school and I love living with my parents... Anyway, no I don't really want to talk about it.
Oh, another thing. Daniela! I freaking LOVE NEWS! I've been listening to Pacific all week, I mostly love "Code", "Ai no Matador", of course "Sayaendo" and "Ai Nante". Thank you!
This took a lot more time that I intended. Sigh. it feels nice, in any case. Greetings to all, I love you.
So, there's a bunch of stuff I wanted to at least mention. For example, the LOST premiere was last week, and for the first time since the show has first been on the air, I watched an episode, more so, a season premiere, at the same time than the first group of people that watch it! I love it! Of course, it was sad and I still feel like crap because of Charlie's death and the show won't be the same without Dom, but, lets just say the writers manage to acknowledge that in this season premiere.
Another subject, much more important, is that Misa is getting married this week. And because you have not been easy to communicate with, Ale!, Paula asked me to try and remind you that MISA IS GETTING FREAKING MARRIED THIS WEEK, DON'T FORGET!!! Well, that's done.
I finally watched Reservoir Dogs the other day. Gruesome, yes, but a great movie, of course. Hence the title of this post. I also got to watch the first two seasons (and I already rented the third) of OZ, so I have a new fandom. For those who don't know, OZ is a prison show, a lot more realistic and twisted than Prison Break, a show that I never liked because it was too... pretty. The main character is too pretty, the prison itself is too pretty, and for all the freaky characters on it, they're not half as psychotic as the inmates in OZ. Plus, a lot of more frontal nudity. And it has Christopher Meloni, J.K. Simmons and Adewale Akinnuoye-Agbaje as this truly awful devious characters, like you have never seen them before (seriously, I can't watch L&O SVU anymore without seeing Meloni naked and doing it hard against a wall with his pseudo inmate boyfriend). Then we have Harold Perrineau as the narrator of the comings and goings of the crazy population of Emerald City, and my favorite, Dean Winters as Irish Ryan O'Reilly, "Lord of the Fucking Dance". I have a thing for master manipulators.
What else? Ah, the other day one of the girls that lives with me had an emotional breakdown. It was kinda freaky. I mean, it's completely natural to have your emotions take control of yourself and take the worst out of you and make you feel like crap and alone when you're so far away from home and you miss your family and your friends and your pseudo boyfriend that it's not really your boyfriend because the idiot is giving you mixed signals from across the globe. I just wish I could make Beatriz understand that and make her stop bottling things up to explode in a couple of weeks from now again. And taking it out on me. This time it didn't happen, but a couple of days before she had an outburst about me always blaming others when something didn't go my way. I'm not saying that's not true, it is, sometimes. She clearly doesn't know me well enough to realize that I'm very good at blaming myself as much as I love to blame others. But the thing is, she told me that totally out of context because she did bottle it up inside for a while, I could tell. I was nice enough to not tell her to screw herself and to look at the mirror because she's not exactly perfect either, I did tell her to let me know at the moment if something I say is annoying her to, well, stop speaking to her.
This bring me to another topic. I miss my people. My family, my friends. I have say it before, most of the gringos here are nice and friendly and couldn't be more welcoming (or hot, this place is full of readheads, full! First Brian, now I have a crush on a girl called Jessica that really loves to dance tight and calls me "hottie" every time we see each other, I love her!), but, seriously? There's no one here I could call a friend. Not the gringos, not the peruvians, not the chileans. I would have loved to come to this place with a friend, though we both would have ended pretty bored pretty quickly. This is a small town! My mom keep insisting I should try and go to Canada since I'm just kilometers away, but because of the lack of public transportation is hard to cross the border and come back in a weekend, like I would love to. To at least say "I went to Canada too!" he.
I miss you guys. A lot.
I was gonna talk about the changes in my house because, believe it or not, the only reason I have cry so far while being here is because I won't have a room when I finally go home. Not only that, I realize I also won't have a computer room, that really, that was my little sanctuary inside the house, and I won't have it. I feel like crap because of that. I keep thinking in a way to leave my house and live on my own, but it's ridiculous because I still have school and I love living with my parents... Anyway, no I don't really want to talk about it.
Oh, another thing. Daniela! I freaking LOVE NEWS! I've been listening to Pacific all week, I mostly love "Code", "Ai no Matador", of course "Sayaendo" and "Ai Nante". Thank you!
This took a lot more time that I intended. Sigh. it feels nice, in any case. Greetings to all, I love you.