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Where do we go now?

It’s been five years since I came to this rather small town, along with my parents. Here I have met some good friends, my boyfriend. It was here that I got my first frenchie, that I graduated high school, that I got into college, that I got into college yet again, that I got the first two Cambridge ESOL certificates that I’d always wanted.

But, as I said, it’s a rather small town. I miss São Paulo, where I used to spend every second of both my school vacations (adding up to more than three months an year). I miss Rio, where I grew up, where I feel at home. Heck, I even miss Minas, where I was born, even though I got to know it roughly only last year. This town is not for me, I don’t really like certain things and I don’t think I’ll ever get used to those things.

But what’s been bugging me is that São Paulo would be perfect for me now. There are two major advertisement colleges there that I would die to attend. There are two aunts of mine that are advertisers themselves, so maybe they can hook up an internship or something like that. It’s a huge city, but my grandpa lives a little bit isolated in an amazing house on this quiet neighborhood. I love that house, and I can see my frenchies there, puppies and the whole enchilada.

Okay, but then there are many money issues to consider, there is the fact that I’m not sure if my grandpa is going to stay at that house (he thinks it’s too empty, but if he let me stay there with a couple dozen frenchies, I’m betting he’ll never think that again), there is the fact that I’m not sure if I can get into one of those top colleges (although I’m IN LOVE with advertising and I’m always studying and I really feel happy doing just that, I guess compared to people there, I know next to nothing). And there is my boyfriend, too. What would happen?

I can’t deny that this is an idea I’ve been flirting with for quite some time now. God only knows where I’ll be in one or two years. And I kinda like that.

My saturday

That sums it up. Weird video, I just kind of threw everything together and added a song that Fabi LOVES.

Cool Aunt

I had a cool aunt while I was growing up. I loved her so much because she was really young. We got to do all sorts of fun things together, and she didn’t feel like a parent. It was easy and fun spending my holidays with her. She would drive me to parks, to the mall, to the movies. I would hang out with her ex-sister-in-law who was two years older than I was (I was around 12 back then) and bloody rich. We travelled to some really great islands on their boat, ate fancy food, stayed on hotels which were over the top, went horseback riding…

I still love spending time with this aunt of mine. She still makes me feel the same way, as if it’s a holiday and I’m twelve and we’re going to Simba Safari.

Looking at my sister who is 14 years younger than me and treats me as if I’m Crack in the shape of a person, I feel like I’m her cool aunt. I can take her to the zoo, let her have ice cream before lunch and not make a fuss when she spills.

And being a cool aunt feels just as great as having a cool aunt.

How to have your kid instantly uninvited to a party

Last October, on my sister’s 7th birthday, we threw a Pizza Hut Party. It was fun for the kids, they have a dance club, I burned some High School Musical songs and they had a new Wii there. Add yummy pizza to that and it’s instant party.

The party was at this smallish room where there is a long Kiddie table, the tiny dance club and outside there are some swingers and such, and the Video Game room. Since we don’t have any family here, we didn’t want a huge party for adults, just for Fabi’s friends, so we chose Pizza Hut. Some parents decided to stay at the party, making the smallish room unbearable to stay on it was so crowded.

So this one mom, we’ll call her Tina, she has a bunch of kids and absolutely no time to take care of any of them. Tina went and stayed and crowded the Pizza Hut room. One of her kids go to the same class as Fabi goes, but we decided to invite all of her kids because we didn’t want to be rude or anything. And now it’s one of Tina’s kids’s Birthday and she made it very clear that she was throwing it on an exclusive, expensive venue, so she just wanted to invite the kids and not their parents.

Okay, so Tina goes to a kiddy party, with all of her kids might I add, and stays, when it’s clearly Kids Only. Tina books this “exclusive and expensive” venue and then she’s cheap like that. Just because she wants to say to so-and-so: “MY kid’s birthday was in that great place, it’s so expensive and precious”.

Some people would be quiet because she has a lot of money. Actually, everyone at school practically bows to her and licks her way. It’s pathetic. But my mom was truly shocked by her attitude of being so cheap and rude by going around telling people not to go, so she questioned her attitude and now Tina is a Royal Bitch towards my sister, who has nothing to do with any of this adult business. But you wanna watch me get really nasty, lady? Mess with my little sister.

We Be Beachin’

When my family told me we were going to the beach I knew I would regret tagging along. But I did anyway because a day without anyone around would soon be very crappy to deal with, since no one was around and up to anything interesting. So, off to Cumbuco Beach we went. It was crowded with tourists, mostly. So everything was twice thrice as expensive.

After a lot of tanning, too much music, medium sunshine, a bit of shrimp and french fries (what is it with those damn french fries that make them be so tasty and wonderful and crack-like addicting?) and no peace at all, I am left with The Biggest Headache Ever, a Very Noisy House, two dogs in need of serious attention (Do you both really have to be in my lap at the same time? The physics of this is killing me) and a distressed sister who wants me to help her with the Indian Day paper.