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This post was intended to be live yesterday, but due to extreme confusion (meaning: I forgot)... well, I forgot.
It's still pretty, don't worry.
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So I had been working on a new project since last Wednesday. My deadline was Thursday morning.
So this past week I read and read and went through ideas... and by the night before I had nothing I liked.
So I decided to watch the Gilmore Girls, then a Red Hot Chili Peppers mini concert, then have pancakes and tacos for dinner, then work on another project, then play with some pictures, then have a design fight with Jason for a change... and then, Thursday morning, around 1:00am I ran into a random picture and the imagination fairy came to my rescue.
I worked from 2:00 to 4:30am, finally went to bed.... and woke up at 8:00am because I got another spam text message from ·$%* T-Mobile... then at 9:00am because Jason texted me a story... then at 9:30am because I got a wrong number! call. Aaarghhh.
The good thing is I sent everything and my art director loved it. And so did my project manager. Yessss. The luxury of procrastination!
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In other news, I've been listening nonstop to Coldplay's Viva la Vida and to my stunned self, I must confess I love it. Love like the French love cheese, and MY lawyer loves money.
It's true, this album is different than the others; go steal it, buy constantly support Coldplay with your friends.
FRIDAY
Hello, Hello Kitty
Friday night we went to Chinatown. The food was good, there was nothing to drink except for tea, and we came up with a way to figure out our stripper names. Like we don't have one already.
Anyway, here's the list.
Jocelyn/ Bubu Chopin
Jason/ Freddy Tanglewood
Nicole/ Zaizai Rainsford
Jandra/ Brownie Greenbush
Angela/ Kit Princeton
Jake/ Booner Havarstock
Ara/ Mustache Streamwood
Apparently all you do is take your first pet's name and add the name of the street you grew up in. Heheh "Booner".
Oh, also, I finally went to Japonais and had extreme Havana déjà vu.
SATURDAY
Harrison Fordstein
We went to see Indiana Jones and to my surprise, I found out that Indy's real name is Henry Jones Jr. Plainness.
I don't know where the "Indiana" came from, but Jason made a funny reference by saying "That's the way things are; don't you know I'm known as "Illinois Schwartz'"? Hahha It seemed fair game, so I said I was actually know as "Tortilla Ibarra".
SUNDAY
Bubu
Sun morning I went to a picnic on the beach. Yes, like, outside.
My skin hurts a bit, but what am I supposed to do? This is Chicago, you go to the beach when it's 66F, get naked and drink on the fake sand.
You can also swim in the salmonella waters of the lake, but I passed on that. Deportation for carrying diseases is not on my list yet.
Oh hey hey, Sun was also my teddy bear's birthday! Bubu turned 17. Crazy how time goes by when you're stuffed with cotton. I still remember when I got it the day of my First Communion, back in 1991.
Oh Bubu, the one and only thing I'd save from a fire. I'll bake you a cake and eat it all myself.
MONDAY
Mexican Geisha
Today I woke up at 4:36am thanks to an indecent spam text message. No, I don't want to go online and check racing stats, you %#$/s. Banish T-Mobile!
I also started Spanish lessons with Austin. He leaves in 2 months to pursue a career as a globetrotter (the real kind, not the afro one) so we need to get to work fast. Muy caliente!
Finally, I found out that I'm wanted for volunteering at l'Alliance Française over the next couple of weeks. Finally, pinches!
So, happy rest of the week!
Last night I watched the cutest boy-wants-to-be-girl movie of all times. That is if you don't count Boys Don't Cry haha just kidding.
So Ma Vie En Rose is the story of Ludovic, a French boy convinced of being destined to be a girl. See, he thinks God sent him the wrong chromosomes so he was born a boy, therefore he calls himself a "garçonfille". Aww.
He also thinks that when he grows up, he is going to be a girl, as in: "become a girl" so he'll be able to marry Jérôme. Double aww.
I'm currently in love with Georges du Fresne, the kid actor who plays Ludo. I think mainly because his name is "Georges".
Geez, this movie got me thinking how cool 7 year olds could be. I might have a fever.
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French newsflash: Yes I watched the movie super loud, but I can also say with all confidence that I understood at least 60% of it without looking at the subtitles... And for having used my dictionary français as a doorstop for the past 5 weeks, that's a pretty good percentage. C'est magnifique!
So Jason has had a killer MF headache since Friday, and by yesterday night I got so desperate that I recurred to the ultimate Mexican grandma remedy: the egg technique to cure the evil eye!
[Quick Mexican explanation: you pass an egg through the victim's body while you say a prayer, then you crack the egg in a glass with water and leave it all night next to the victim's bed. In the morning the shape of the floating egg will determine if the victim had the evil eye or not. See full explanation here. Even the Jews know it jijiij]
My grandma always says that people give you the evil eye even when they don't mean it (?) and since I thought Jason's head was about to explode, I gave it a try. What I didn't remember was that I either had to be a totally good Catholic Mexican granny, or a totally good Catholic Mexican girl because you have to say a prayer while you shoo evil things away... I tested negative for both.
So I went online, look for THE prayer anyway because The Boyfriend was in pain and American doctors scare me; and there I was all female shaman on his ass doing the egg thing.
He was even nice enough to tell me he believed me. What a kitten.
In the morning, his headache was (of course) still there so we ended up going to the doctor, but we looked at the egg anyway just in case the devil was floating there...
Jason: My eggy is all weird...
Jocelyn: I don't think I did it right...
Jason: Yeah you did, I totally felt the demons!
Hahhhaha
I think that was a great compliment. Kiss.
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So I turned out to be a good-for-nothing Catholic, but look at the pretty deviled-egg pictures!!
I was reading an article telling girls how to snoop into guys lives. You know, "because sometimes you may have to", it said. Hello awkward.
Like it's too hard to figure people out. Plus, going through someone's bookmarks and sock drawers is plain un-fun.
So instead, I thought about humoring the idea by telling you what you'd find about me in the same categories as the article.
Maybe this way I'll encourage you to put it out too and avoid the unnecessary amorous espionage.
The place: The nightstand + drawers
What you'll find: Alarm clock, cute toys, jewelry, cell, books, magazines, articles to read, iPod stuff, post-its, pen, Carmex. Light on until late.
What it means: I usually find myself not being able to sleep.
The place: The work station
What you'll find: Books, books, books, magazines, dictionaries, brochures, posters, post-its, notebooks, tons of office supplies, old receipts, computer stuff, DVDs, magazine articles, boxes with stuff to get inspired to write.
What it means: I love crap.
The place: The medicine cabinet + bathroom
What you'll find: Neosporin, Hello Kitty band-aids, small gauze pads, medium gauze pads, extra large gauze pads, Tylenol, Midol, tons of unused make up, life-long supplies of toothpaste and Victoria's Secret moisturizer tubes. No hard core meds.
What it means: OCD for "always being prepared".
The place: The closet
What you'll find: Sparkling clothes collection, my Jason box, boxes and boxes with soes, drawers and drawers with sweaters, shelves and shelves with accessories. Almost 80% of everything is never used because I'm afraid they'll get dirty on the EL.
What it means: I miss wearing high heels and short skirts in Mexico. I also miss dressing up.
The place: The sock drawers
What you'll find: Only one drawer is for socks and such (...); the other two are filled with purses, clutches, backpacks, and all sorts of pretty bags.
What it means: Ladies first.
The place: The purse
What you'll find: By default- wallet, make up, moisturizer, camera, umbrella, sweater, water, food, candy, tea bags, sunglasses, iPod, passport copy (to avoid deportation at any time), kleenex, gum, pens, post-its. Then I add things according to the occasion.
What it means: I'm such a femalenian.
The place: My side of the fridge + pantry
What you'll find: Milk, OJ, canteloupe, mango, bananas, lettuce, potatoes, apples, broccoli, carrots, cheese, hot sauces, rice, pasta, cajeta, nutella, 5 boxes of cereals, Fiber One, Mexican candy, pretzels, chocolate, cake mix, cookie mix, muffin mix, tortilla mix, opened and unopened Matzoh.
What it means: Hmmmmm
The place: My bookmarks
What you'll find: 30% graphic and web design, 30% writing, 10% interior design, 10% French-Spanish-English, 10% immigration links, 5% girlie stuff, 5% manly stuff. Same goes for my Google Reader.
What it means: I don't have porn.
The UEFA Champions League final was today. And I saw it almost in real time, I'm such a good fan.
The only problem was that bastard ESPN frivolously forgot to transmit the penalties! Meaning- the last 20 mins when the who-won-who-lose happened.
I mean, are they aware of all 4 of us fans in the US following soccer?! I swear.
The funny thing is that I didn't really like any of the playing teams so I had to cheer to Soccer itself. I even made the word S-O-C-C-E-R in human-font jijiji
On a great note, in the beginning I was making mental polls and decided that Ronaldo (from Manchester United) and Lampard (from Chelsea) "had something going on today"; and Nostradamus-y enough, they were the ones who scored the goals. Witch!
Oh yay, I also caught a glimpse of favorite ex-rising star Shevchenko sitting pretty in the Chelsea benches. Oh what a sight. Show us the legs!!
THE OUTCOME:
The winner: Manchester United
The loser: Jocelyn. Now she has to wait until September for another game.
The question: Where the hell was Ronaldinho this whole season? And why is Shevchenko not playing anymore? And where are Shevchenko's legs?!
The dilemma: Next final- May 27th 2009, Italy. Will I be there?
