Something Cool

Me, Strange? Nahh

Over the past week, I have been accused of being 'strange' 'odd' or 'weird.' I'm not that weird am I? Certainly getting my hair cut, washed and straightened then going home and washing my hair and straightening it isn't that weird. Or singing songs that no other living creature in this universe could understand except maybe that blobby thing off of Men in Black while chopping up Babybels? Or being 13 going on 21 and watching Brother Bear and Hercules? Talking in attemted Shakepearean language? Doing my nails, then 2 hours later decide I don't like the colour, then do them again? Being absolutely enthralled when we are having stuffed crust pizza!!? Oh, who am I kidding? I am crazy.

The Cave of 'Wonders'

My Mom was dying to show me this unreal place and we finally had a purpose to go there yesterday. It was a fabric cave-store called TP Textiles. Since it was nice that day, I didn't get the full effect of it. My Mom went on an English day. We needed to get some lining for the dress that I am making and this was the only facric store around.

We pulled up to the building and this is what I saw: Black walls. Green plastic substituting for windows. Plywood painted black substituting for windows. Broken windows. Mould practically growing out of the ground marking their territory. A sign that looks like it was painted with poo. WIld fabrics beind the broken window. Decay falling from the roof. Moss growing around the decaying roof. A supposed-to-be white doorframe. Tiles on the doorstep deteriorating. I thought the place was out of buisness. And that was just the outside. On our way in, I noticed the hours. 9:20 - 5:10 (??).

In we went and everywhere you looked, there were rolls leaning against eachother in an attempt to be organized. There were loads of rooms with little archways. We turned right into the room that had very high ceilings. It was where the green plastic and painted plywood was on the other side of the wall. You couldn't see the walls because they were covered in ancient fabrics that had been drained of colour and were so TOTALLY clashing with eachother. On the high ceilings were these styrofoam-like tiles that were damp. In the big room there was only one fabric, it was cream and green striped. But it was so thoroughly covered with dustballs, you couldn't really see the colours. It kind of looked like a circus tent in the big room. When my Mom went for the first time, it was really windy and that the fabric walls that were dancing and making weird sounds, and the plastic windows were joining in, too.

The whole building didn't have rooms as such, but more like little hiding places and cracks that the owner was able to put the endless rolls of fabric. We went into one of these hiding places and it had a low ceiling. The fabric was now the ceiling as well. I saw 2 bits of fabric with a bunch of pins in apparently trying to keep them together, but it wasn't working. The carpets weren't actually carpets, they were about as thick as toilet paper (hey! TP Textiles, toilet paper hehehe) and it wasn't pinned to the carpet. It was just lying on the floor bunching up and tripping people up. There was roll after roll of fabric, some fur, some neon yellow, some white, some with crazy hot pink patterns on, some with butterflies, some that were down right tacky etc. There was this cool room though. It had a bunch of buttons and ribbons and sequence, but it still was kinda dirty. I had to watch where I stepped.

Anyway, my Mom just wanted me to blog about this place. She's probably gonna get some pictures of it and I'll figure out a way to stick 'em on here. They will WOW you...

That Darn Cat

Yesterday my big sis went to Madrid, and my little sis just went to somebody's house from church. So right now I'm an only child. I had tea with my mother, then we got bedsheets, then we got dog shampoo. Even though we don't have a dog, the store didn't have any cat shampoo. I wanted to get this amazing cat sack, which is just basically a sack, but it's specially made for cats. Edwin would have had a wild time in there, but we didn't get it. Everytime we bring home a box, or a bag or an object like that, he's in there like nothin you've ever seen before. He just sits in there waiting, and then when you walk by *boom* there's a cat in you face that just jumped out of the floor. I also wanted to get this amazingly cool brush, and the playmat, and this absorb-a-lot towel, and this spray stuff. It was so exciting to be in a pet store!

I got home and I was on a mission to give that stinkin' cat, Stinkerball, a bath. Now, I'm going to let you in on a little secret; there is a REASON you don't give cats a bath. Actually there's a number of reasons. The cat scratches your face off, you get unbelievabley wet, you have this constant screeching in your ear, you are physcologically scarring your cat, you have to run around the house to try and dry her AND you won't have the love of a cat for a very long time.

Our other cat, Edwin was taking pleasure in provoking her, and watching me attempting to comfort her. I should have giving hime a bath the way he was treating her. But if you ask me, he's already mentally ill, so I don't need to worry about physcologically scarring him for life. Now I have a poor, shivering cat under the desk that resents me and and all she did was accidently poop on herself. And she smells like a wet dog now.

PS
When We were having tea, this adorable little boy came over to our table for a second. He looked like he was just about to leave but then my mom said 'Hi,' he got all embarassed then looked at me then went behind my Mom's chair. I couldn't see him, but then his head came out of my Mom's arm and said 'Rararara!' he did that several times to me which made me laugh. His mother called him and his name was 'JJ' and then he explained to her that he was simply being a tiger. How sweet.

Typico Saturday

I've just finished painting my nails for the second time this hour, and I have already scratches some nail polish!! I am wearing a Mickey mouse hat, flip-flops and a pencil in my hair. A-M is in the living room watching TV. My Dad is still in his little corner on the computer, Kafwin is in her room and my Mom is in Majorca.

Katherine is making a laundry pile on the stairs, and the clothes just keep on acomin'. For the last 20 minutes I have thought that she was finished. This morning I was looking for a towel and the only clean one I could find was a little biddy one. I turned to Katherine and said 'Stop consuming towels.' She denied eating towels so I just took a bath with my little towel. Just now when K was riding down the stairs on her chariot of smelly clothes, I saw at least 4 towels. So I said to her 'I knew you were haording towels!' She did a little guilty-but-trying-to-cover-up-guilt laugh. Then she says 'I have about 5 more upstairs.' Honestly.

Yesterday was Friday, and we had double classics. I was sitting near the back of the room and because I am and amazing student, my teacher didn't suspect anything when we started passing around love letters, as you do. They were faske, of course but I sent one to a boy on the next table. Basically the only conversations we have is when he is teasing me about my accent and how uncivilized America is. Of course I ignore him and know full well that he secretly wants my accent. He is going to bring in the song about liking waffles for me, I am very curious. And he is also very lanky and tall and he does all of these goofy dance moves that makes him look absolutely ridiculous.

Anyway, I sent him: Dear Chris, I love you because you arew bringing me the waffle song. I hate you because you make fun of my accent. But I love you because you make me laugh when we dance. I passed it over to his table and the guy sitting next to him read it first and laughed. Then said, 'We come as a duet.' Hahaha. Later on in the lesson, I remebered something that I heard eons ago. When you mouth 'Colourful' it looke like you are saying 'I love you.' So of course I have to mouth it to Chris to see if it works. I did it, then he mouthed 'I love you' back. That cracked me up.

There is also this group of boys in my class that like to go 'EricAA' In a very manly, deep voice and emphasize the 'a'. I just ignore them to make them feel like retards, according to my Dad that's how it works. But sometimes I go 'WhAA?' That's basically how we communicate. One time in biology when one of the guys did it, I immediatly said my line back, it's a habit now. And someone behind us burst out laughing.

Typically, sice my Mom is in another country, my Dad feeds us Chinese take out one night, then pizza the next.

Now everyone is in the living room watching Italian Job, I can hear machine guns and people noisily dying, or 'Darkness covering their eyes' as you say in Classics. So I must join them...Ciao!