Method and Craziness

I'm pretty excited about the upcoming trip to South. There are so many things to look forward to that I can't even listen (they're kinda top secret...)

But one thing is for sure, I can't help the feeling of "going home". Last time (and my first) we've been there, they have welcomed us in such a way that "home" is really the only word I could use to define it.

The only thing is I wish there was a direct flight. There's no airport there, so we'll go to a city 2 hours away from our final destination.

I'll need to get myself some books for that day. (Okay, one book.)

Gotta go now! We're going to the beach! *happy dance*

I love when being a bachelor in Tourism and tour guide pays off.

Flights are beautifully organized (whether you choose my practical list or my friend's colorful list - very cute really!). Everyone who's responsible knows what to do and I'm really sure everything will be wonderful.

Some people say women take hours to get ready.

That is not true. Actually, women take days. Because it's not just getting dressed, there's the preparation for that.

So right now, I'm likely to do countless swatches of make-up on my forearms in the search for the perfect color for my saturday look. I also still have to decide what to do with my hair... That also calls for some tests.

One terrible thing is to imagine something and then, when you don't have much time for a plan B, find out it doesn't quite work as you planned - or worse, it doesn't work at all.

My arm shall be an interesting vision in about half hour.

I don't have an explanation for that, but I simply have an issue with dark nail polish.

I think they are great, I love the colors. ...On someone else's hands.

So, to get over my silly issue with them, I decided to let my sister (who is crazy about dark colors) choose what I'd use this week.

Which is why I currently have purple nails. My sis painted them last night and I think I might be starting to get used to it.

There's a wedding next Saturday, so the dress and the nail polish are already chosen (my much beloved "Renda" - transparent white). I have yet to decide my hair and make-up.

Next week's project: organize my bedroom.

1) Get over my silly issue with dark nail polish. ...Which is why I allowed my sister to choose the color for my nails this week and she said purple. I'm still a little unsure, but I gave my word.

2) Plan the look for the wedding next weekend. The dress is chosen. So now I just need the earrings, make-up, hair, purse and possibly a bracelet.

3) Get my hair cut. But to do that, I need to get paid first. Sadly, my hair really needs to be cut. Last time a scissor went anywhere near it was last July. My ends are... well, disastrous. I only (kind of) get away with it because I have curly hair, so it hides these problems a bit.

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On a random note, it also rained (quite a lot) on Friday. Thank God, it didn't rain on the rest of the weekend. Today, it looked like it would rain again. But as I have already washed my hair, the weather still dry.

"Whenever I go to Luis, it rains." My friend said a few months ago.

Luis is our hairdresser. He is simply great.

But back to the hair thing, the treatment my friend usually does is to blow-dry her hair with the product in it and leave it for three days. (I usually do a different one, but this time it was the same as hers.)

Apparently, all it takes to attract rain is being supposed to keep your hair dry. It poured down last night. Heavy rain, lightnings that made my room clear, loud thunders...

So, bottom line is: next time you go to your hairdresser, take an umbrella.

My sister is a very particular young lady. Terribly shy, a bit crazy, amazingly smart and witty, very much reasonable, modest and mature.

Many times, she has suggested something or proposed a solution that was promptly ignored by the rest of the family because she's the youngest. And then, turned out she was right.

"'Pet' is always right", she'd say after the outcome of whatever situation. From 'what should I wear?' to 'what should I do?', my sister will have and opinion and it might just be the answer.

'Pet' would be an English version of the original nickname my mother gave us - Bixinho. Two friends have also been called bixinhos by our mother.

And now, I just realized how another 'pet' (my boyfriend) was also right about something: have a copy of the files in my pendrive. After a mini-almost-freak-out for misplacing it, I found Penny, the pendrive. But it was scary to think I could have lost all my texts, my scientific article (Rafael), favorite photos, research material for writing and dancing, classes, translations and so on.

So, 'Pet' is always right. I shall have a copy of those things from now on.

Random facts.

1) I've been looking for this lavender nail polish for months. I'm very happy to say I found it last week! *happy dance*



2) Isn't Elvis adorable? After my boyfriend got me the stuffed cheetah, we began the quest to name it. At some point, my sister suggested Frankie. Didn't really work, so I decided to name it after Elvis Presley instead.



Kinda knocked out next to Elvis, is Fofo. ('Cute' in Portuguese.)

3) Thanks to our Xmas presentation, I have "Who Am I" constantly playing in my mind. The only problem is when I randomly start dancing...

4) I'll try to do the 12 of 12 next month just because it's fun. *grins*

There is something I love about the end of the year. Summer, holidays, finishing stuff, planning other things for the dates to come.

We're working on Thanksgiving and Xmas dance presentations. Extra/longer rehearsals, new outfits, new moves, more people... I love all of that. I'm so excited with all the possibilities.

After that, there's New Year's Eve. It's one of my favorite holidays (the other one is Easter). Seriously, you'd have to come to our church to know what I'm talking about. Everybody there, happy, singing, praising, dancing.

Next Feb, there will be church camp. It's going to be pretty awesome.

And there are so many other plans for the next few months, even for the next year that I couldn't list everything so quickly.

"All of my life
In every season
You are still God
I have a reason to sing
I have a reason to worship"

Desert Song - Hillsong United

I found "Love, Rosie" today. I had been trying to find this book since I read "PS, I Love You" (in March). I had actually seen it in a bookshop once, but can't remember why I didn't buy it. And then I didn't see it again until today.

The next few months will be a bit busy, on the best way possible. NaNo, tests, end of courses, weddings, birthdays, holiday season and spring/summer.