I’m at school blogging and Interneting because it’s rainy outside and because I think I don’t want to get wet… but the actual reason is because this weekend I almost killed my pinky toe and it hurts and I don’t want to walk.
This Sunday we were getting ready to leave and because I was surely thinking about gigantic cupcakes or desired pets or something, I hit myself with the couch leg.
I mean, the mean, evil couch leg. Snif.
My pink immediately turned red and big and now it won’t fit right in my shoes.

Actually, things have not only been escandalous and hurtful lately, this past month exciting things did happen: my visa was approved, I turned 21… 25… 2-? years old, I saw Freaky Friday for the first time, the new Tropicana design got flushed, I got an ice cream maker and I probably watched the entire NCIS.

So, regarding my newest accident, it’s OK… now I don’t have to work out, and I’ll have time to catch up with my reading, studying, listening, and blogging. Ha.

+ Today:

Dreaming Camera Case by Mi-Jung Ju from the MoMA Store.
So we can dream about buying bags and taking photos.

This was the trip.

I’m back in snowy Chicago with fantastic Mexican memories: I had a sore throat for a week, I got sick to my stomach for another week, I got bitten by a horse (possible!), and I got my first black eye. Totally unrelated.
…Totally unrelated to my inability to stay safe for more than one week. Ayyy!

The good news is that I also came back with a nice tan so, take that, Mr. Ed!!

And who do they bite? Mainly, me.

There are so many ways to tell the story (funny, lastimeras…) but I’m way too appalled, outraged, consternada, espantada, maltrecha, blessée and de mauvaise humeur to explore them.

I’ll only say it how it happened: I went with the flow in Real de Catorce, rode a horse, and then watched him bite my leg. Actually, he was playing/cagando el palo with another horse; plus we were dealing with animals and things happen.
Still, who gets bitten by a horse?! Hahah

They say every human at some point believes that the negative things that happen are unique to them, and then says something delirious like “these things only happen to me”.
So, seriously?!

I’m going away this weekend to another small town, wish me luck!! :P

“Yes, sir!”

“Oh hell no, sir”

Orale, el niño Dios me castigó por burlarme de los programas de inmigración de Estados Unidos!

El viernes fui de bénévole a la escuela y que me doy en la frente con el pico de una pared mientras recogía unas botellas de vino. Con madre.
A los 0.2 segundos sentí la frente en erosión y que aviento todo, corro al baño, me planto frente al espejo, cierro los ojos para no ver, no, mejor si lo veo, los abro, me quito el pelo de la frente y casi lloro.

Sentí el cosquilleo de I’m-in-trouble en los dedos de las manos, como me pasa cada vez.
Pensé por 4 segundos enteros que me iba a morir. Y en los Uniteds, chale. Nunca, en mis recientes años de despistación me había pegado en la cabeza. Casi casi vi pasar mi vida en un flashazo, como dicen por ahí jejeje.

Bueno, pues que me pongo hielo y medio se siente diferente, aunque se me hace que lo imaginé; total que me hice la macha, me puse el pelo sobre la frente de nuevo y regresé como si nada a la fête.
CORTE A…
Tres horas después con un chichón del tamaño de una pelota de golf, llamando a mis papás a que me dijeran qué hacer porque Jason ni me quiso ver bien que porque “le daba cosa” y que porque de seguro no me había pasado nada. Ayyyy los hombres.
Y yo con miedo a ir a dormir por si tenía una contusión y nunca más despertaba. Hasta me despedí de él y de Bubu jojojoj bien “Jocelyn”.

En fin, sigo viva! La frente me duele y mejor ni hago caras, parece que me puse Botox. Ya me estoy esperando el moretonazo en unos días… listo y brillante para cuando llegue a Monterrey!

[Suspiro]

Baby Jesus punished me for attacking US Immigration programs!

Last Friday I went to the Alliance Française as a bénévole and ended up hitting my head against a wall. Nice.
0.2 seconds after the POW! I felt my forehead growing so I ran to the bathroom, faced the mirror, closed my eyes so I wouldn’t see it, no, I changed my mind, I did want to see it, opened the eyes, pushed my hair back, and almost cried.

I immediately felt my hands tickling with that I’m-in-trouble feeling I get every time.

For 4 entire seconds I thought I was going to die. And in the US. Bummer.
Never ever in this recent phase of absentmindedness (and bruising, and falling and scratching) of mine I had hit myself in the head. Oh I almost saw my life in a flash like they say jojojo

So, I ran outside and came back with some ice. Soothing! I figured whatever happened would get better so I macho-ed up and went back outside.
CUT TO…
Three hours later with a bump the size of a golf ball, calling my parents to ask them what to do because Jason wouldn’t even look at it and kept telling me it was OK.
Ahhh, les hommes!

So there I was so convinced I had a cerebral contusion and afraid to go to bed just in case I didn’t wake up. I even said my goodbyes to Jason and Bubu hahahha so “Jocelyn”.

Anyways, I did go to bed. I did wake up with a headache. I still have a bump on my forehead… but I’m also alive and packing.
I’m also waiting to see the shiny bruise I’ll take home this Friday as a sign of my Friday bravery.

[Sigh]