Method and Craziness

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.

My mom's on medical leave, so she asked me to go pick up some things for her at work after my class and I noticed a few things while running this little errand.

1) I had forgotten how far Gávea seems from Downtown - specially on rainy days.

2) It's very handy to look like both my parents. When I was younger, everyone said I look just like my dad. After I started wearing glasses, I was compared to my mother more often. The thing is I do look a lot like my father, except I have my mother's profile. Crazy as it may seem, that's the truth. So anywhere I go and I say I'm their daughter, people easily see the resemblance with one of them.

3) Near the bus stop, close to my place, there is one of those stores that sells pretty much everything you could ever need at home. There are some really handy stuff there, but they're also not essential. I find that a bit funny.

I'm a bit proud of myself for washing my hair in 30 minutes. I used to take an hour before the "escova inteligente". The wonders of chemistry on hair. *grins*

It's a little past 1 AM, I'm bored out of my mind. No inspiration to write, no willingness to read and I can't go to sleep, although I have to be up in five hours.

I have just noticed how I'm getting girly... My make-up is actually seeing the light of day, I bought new mascara the other day (the old one was begging to be thrown away). I've also done some shopping, so I have some new tops. But out of all of them, my absolute favorite is the purple with white polka-dot my boyfriend gave me.

Overall, life is pretty good. :)

Steph introduced us to this and it's Chad Darnell's idea. :)



0945 - The usual pile of books and notebooks near my pillow by the time I (finally) got out of bed. (The alarm had gone off twice already.)



Weather was better than I had expected. The previous day had been pretty grey, yesterday you could see some blue and today it's sunny.



1000 - Preparing class (future tenses)



Okay, so I get a little distracted once in a while...



1400 - Getting ready - How's a girl to live without some leave-in and a little make-up?



Running a little late on the elevator



1430-ish - Lagoa Rodrigo de Freitas, on my way to work



1800 - After my class ended, I decided to go windowshopping. Traffic was horrible, so it took me quite some time to get to the mall. After looking at some stores, it was time to sit and read. *grins*



I finally got to Cecilia Ahern's story in this book. Irish Girls Are Back In Town have 19 short stories by different Irish authors and after reading PS, I Love You, all her books are on my "book list". And the page marker is my old business card from my intern days.



2300 - After the mall, I went to church and only at this late hour I remembered I had not done the homework for the class 0730 of the following morning!



Late night texting. *grins* It's tradition.



A little later, my summary was ready. I turned it in today. There's a part of me that doesn't even want to know what my teacher will say about it.



I have to practice, so was between translating Thanks For The Memories and PS, I Love You.



Almost midnight - setting the alarm to 0600 and calling the day

I've been thinking a lot about this birthday deal on the past few days. Every year, I find myself stuck in a celebration I don't really want. I came to a conclusion that pleases me: the thing about birthday is that we're alive, so from now on (starting yesterday), I celebrate my birthday simply by living. Doing things, even if they're obligations (like scheduling doctors appointments).

Yesterday, I finished reading PS, I Love You. I had to force myself to put the book down on Sunday, as I was only three chapters away from the end.

After that, I had to schedule a few things, run a few errands and I wasn't very happy to find only the expensive vanilla extract on the market closest to my place.

Once I got back home, I baked cookies (finally!), they turned out very good and I must admit, I'm kinda proud of myself.

I started watching a DVD we own and I hadn't seen, but I didn't finish. My boyfriend came over and we spent the rest of the afternoon together.

It's not about the presents or the happy birthday wishes, it's all about enjoying simple things, the people you love and the people who love you.

I have just noticed how I have cookie cravings on the most inopportune times!

It's almost 11 pm here, I still have to finish my class plan for tomorrow morning. The guidelines are ready, but I need to come up with an activity and I can't seem to have one decent idea.

And possibly because I have all the ingredients I need to bake some, all I can think of is cookies.

After a little over two months, I finally got around going to the book store and using the gift certificate I got for Xmas.

I am happy and completely in love with my newest book PS, I love you.

Cecilia Ahern has set the right tone in it, the book is funny without dismissing Holly's grief. Characters are great and I have barely put the book down.

I couldn't sing enough praises for it and now I'm set on finding Love, Rosie, another novel by Ahern and I have yet to find out what the book is about.

I just watched "You've Got Mail". It's one of my favorite movies, I love Meg Ryan. She seems so delicate and charming.

And it got me thinking of my favorite things... Like sunsets. I love sunsets and how the colors in that process changes with the seasons. I love how you see touches of golden on colors that normally you wouldn't. Like golden-pink.

I love Sinatra. "The Way You Look Tonight" is one of my favorite songs and I have listened to it before falling asleep countless times. Although I have "Fly Me To The Moon" playing in my head right now... The funny thing about Frank Sinatra and I is that whenever I mention one of his songs, I have another one in my mind.

I love flowers. I love lilies, they're beautiful and my mother's name means lily. I love how they have the colors mixed and a lily that just blossomed is absolutely amazing. Trust me on that. I got lilies a few months ago. They were yellow. I don't particularly love yellow, but those were the most beautiful lilies I've ever laid eyes on.

I love the word "friendliest". It's sweet, funny to say, has that charm of tricky words without being complicated to pronounce. And it reminds me of "You've Got Mail". "Daisies are the friendliest flowers.", Meg Ryan said. Well, Kathleen Kelly, actually.

There are many other things I love, but this is starting to get a little too long.

The sky is blue and golden-pink now. It's beautiful.

It's been the longest Xmas I've ever had. In Brazil, it's normally celebrated with dinner on the 24th. But it's unlikely to gather all the family at once, so there's also the lunch on the 25th.

A part of my family lives in a near by city, so we spend the 23th with them. Which explains my three days long Xmas.

All three days went pretty well. It's a good surprise, because I'm not much of a Xmas person.

Yesterday, my friend graduated from Med School. I'm very happy for her. It was a really long ceremony because there were 90 people graduating. (Almost five hours.) There were times we were all bored, some of us took books to read, but we had fun anyway.

Next is New Year's Eve and after that it's summer vacation. Hopefully, it will look like summer.

I am sick. Sore throat and all of that jazz.

But the worse part for me is the lack of voice. I don't know what it is or how it works, but whenever I'm supposed to be quiet, I get terribly chatty.

My voice started getting worse last Friday. And it just got worse on the following days because I was forced to talk. (I dare one to shop and take care of kids without talking.)

So now, to talk to anyone, I have to take a clear my throat and yell at people. If I just talk, it will be as loud as a whisper.

I want my voice back.