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And so I'm breaking my weeks-long lj silence (which has been happening for reasons that involve a lot of bad judgement and the consequential poor decision-making, and this is as far as we're going with this story) to link to this right here video because it has The Coulbs speaking in French and laughing her awesome laugh, and Adetomiwa Edun also speaking in French and putting impure thoughts into my head (okay, it doesn't take much for that to happen, but it's still noteworthy).

Other things:

~My foot is still a bit swollen and this is, naturally, infinitely vexing.

~My brother decided to spend the money he'd been saving for a transatlantic flight in visiting family members who aren't his sisters, which resulted in a loud silences over the phone line the last time he called. We're still being very quiet in each other's direction.

~The weather boasts a lovely 28° F today, thus going a long way to making it up to me (yes, personally) for the fact that it's Monday.

~The sister's b-day's on Friday, so on Thursday I'm hauling my ass over to have cake and take pictures and hug my family. There is joy all over my face, you guys!

Missed a step going up the stairs, miraculously managed to not die and merely skinned off the cuticle right above three fingernails. Went to the nurse station to get things checked because, hi I just fell on the stairs. Got distracted for a moment and then got introduced to the red-hot world of pain that opens up for you when a piece of cotton soaked in alcohol is pressed on the still-bleeding, tender under layer of your epidermis.

Ouch. I kind of want my mommy. Which should tell you something about my mental state at the moment.

When you wake up to a forlorn jar of potentially already-gone-bad olives in your fridge suddenly, and depressingly reminding you of what exactly was it you forgot to do yesterday, even though you had the urgency to get it done pressing on the back of your head, you should just mentally hang up a card reading 'abandon all hope ye who enter here' on the front door of the rest of your day.

Dry cereal and lukewarm tea kick-started a day of feeling not quite enough (not early enough, not clever enough, not nice enough, not pretty enough, not rested enough. Hell, not even tired enough) Always almost almost there, but not really managing.

Crappy day, why so crappy?

Fortunately ::clings to hope:: it's almost over, only have to wait until mom calls and then to bed with me. Like the old lady I not-so-secretly am.

Oh, man. You know you need to get off your ass when an entire weekend can be qualified as productive solely because you (finally!) shaved your legs.

Although, it bears noticing that upon a second reading of A Game of Thrones, realization dawned that I really like Queen Cersei and kind of want to smack Eddard Stark around something fierce. Also Arya remains glorious and Jon Snow is still mah boy. Plus I have this new-found love, (though love is not the right word, I guess care for her arc is the appropriate concept here) for Cat Stark, the first time she, like Sansa, rubbed me in ALL THE WRONG WAYS, but I guess I'm more mature now ::coughshutupcough:: and her general situation and struggle is more interesting and resonating than before. Though I find myself hard-pressed to give my unconditional love to anybody who is not Arya or Bran or Jon. Or Dany. Yet, I keep on reading so, well played Mr. Author, well played.

Got the second book (which I've never read) in the series already lined up and everything. Will get to it right after I'm done with the current Terry Pratchett (The Truth, in case you were curious. And in this particular universe, I've no qualms with pledging my unbreakable loyalty to all and sundry. Excellently played, Mr. Author). Then I'll get back to the complicated political hijinks of Westeros and adjacent lands.

Ugh, I hate that my windows are located in such a fashion that NO BREEZE EVER GETS IN, which means that no matter how fresh outside, unless the walls themselves are cool, its an over in here and I'm sweating and getting itchy and annoyed. AUTUMN, SHOW YER FACE, DUDE.

So, after spending the entirety of the 22nd on an airport waiting for my mom's evening flight to be properly delayed and turned into a very-early-morning flight, then spending the greater part of the 23rd on an airplane on the way here, I finally got to grandma's at dawn on the 24th.

After surviving all that, I got sick. But, my family is awesome and they don't mind some buggers on their shoulders as long as they get to hug me. Which is all fine by me. My head's stop hurting so all's well.

Also, I got internet (finally) and we all know what that can do to the ailing soul.

Politics continue to ruin my life and threaten my faith in humanity. I know I promised myself not to allow this crap to bog me down but, seriously, you try to come to Venezuela and not get involved in one form of discussion on the subject or another. Anyway, there seems to be hope somewhere since students, as it should be, are taking it up on themselves again to remain in charge of their lives and the future of the country. I don't think things will end nicely, I do believe a lot of violence is on the way, but sometimes such things are necessary to get people in motion and get things done. Still, I fear for the process/outcome.

In happier news, J deducted the whole incident with A and convinced me to talk to mom about it, I did and for the first time used the 'R' word outloud. You guys, that was so liberating, to be able to name things. The mother sort of failed to get the message of my upset (as in, why am I so upset about it, nothing really serious happened after all) but she held me and let me cry and never made me feel like it was my fault and said that no matter what, she would always love me and I could always count on her. I needed that and had no idea of how much.

Now I owe Jay some sort of payment for services rendered, or something. Won't be long before he's demanding it, either.

So, anything I missed? I'm up to skip=200 on the flist as it's still going... so point me in the direction of anything you feel I should be pointed to, it may escape my attention otherwise.

Hi, lovelies! I really hope y'all had a wonderful, love-filled Christmas (if you celebrate it), and hopefully the joy still hangs around you in one way or another &hearts