On having no free time

I don't have time to blog tonight. I am so worried about the length of my to-do list...I don't remember when was the last time I was SO overwhelmed with stuff. The worst part is that I don't foresee an end in the near future. This will go on for at least 2 more months.

So...goodbye now!

On going crazy

I realized this week that I have less than 2 months to finish my master's thesis, and while initially I freaked out, I have procrastinated it, as I usually do when faced with a task so much larger than life. I know that I'm going to regret my slacking off in a few weeks, and I hate myself in advance. In the meantime, I and fun me are having a great time. It's like school hasn't even started yet.

I need to buy a new laptop. Does anyone have good advice on the topic? Is Dell a good brand? Inbox me (hey, I may just have made up a new verb).

On New Year Resolutions

Yes, I have them every year, but I usually don't forget about them after a couple of months. I forget about them right away. Nothing like setting your mind on something, and then let something else take over. Anyway, I believe it's hard to foresee your life for the next 12 months; things change so quickly, and you'll always need to adapt. So these resolutions should be reviewed on a monthly basis - my humble opinion.

I'm private enough not to post my resolutions here. However, I came up with a list of cynical resolutions, which I am comfortable sharing with you. I hope I can inspire some of you.

Kat's 2011 Resolutions

1. Learn a stupid new word every week. For example, today I learned "paspar", which launched a laughter attack when I first heard it, but it's an actual South American expression (I checked) - the language is irrelevant -.
2. Laugh at myself frequently. Not a difficult task when you're as clumsy as I am.
3. Not watch TV for more than 7 hours at a time.
4. Decide to which foreign country I will be moving to by the end of this year or beginning of the next one. Any suggestions as to this issue are welcome.
5. Drool over at least 3 different hot guys every week. My sight needs to be refreshed every so often.
6. Not eat like a pig every time I finish a fast.
7. Take my vitamins every day.
8. Stop stalking people. Have less restraining orders issued than last year.
9. Quit the murder plans I have for a couple of guys I met last year. Settle for emotional blackmail.
10. Try and be less cynical.

On foreign accents

When I learned foreign languages as a little girl, my teachers always complimented my accent. They told me I have a very good American English accent, an awesome French accent, and an ok Italian accent (Italian is my fourth language, and definitely not my best; I don't quite like gesturing while speaking too loud, haha). I always thought it was a gift to assimilate the accent so quickly.

In my time in Vegas, I associate a lot (during weekends and breaks, almost daily) with my Argentinian friends. I have come to love their food, expressions, and culture. This week I have spent a lot of time with a friend from Honduras, though, and he keeps pointing out that I speak like a piba, and have almost lost my Honduran accent. My response is: "Better Argentinian than Mexican!", no offense intended.

So, a todos mis ches argentinos y uruguayos, que vivan las empanadas, el mate, y el dulce de leche. Que seamos pendejos por siempre! :D

Silence...Gods sleeping

In August last year, I went to Chicago. As part of the eclectic tour of town that I got, my friend decided to take me to an Indian temple in the vicinity of her house.

The first thrill of that trip was when the tour guide inside the temple told us to take our shoes off! As it was very hot, any excuse to remove pieces of clothing, even if only my shoes, was welcome.

As he gathered the group round about him, he proceeded to ask me from what part of India I was. As the Indians' English accent always baffles me, my only response was staring back, while my friend graciously answered for me, that I was, in fact, not an Indian citizen.

The temple was really cute. The detailed handiwork of the sculpted walls and ornaments was amazing. However, imagine my disappointment when walking downstairs to meet the gods and goddesses of the Indian people, and instead finding signs all over that said that they were taking a nap, and that we should come back in a couple of hours if we wanted to see them. Thinking about it, that was rude of us, to visit them during lunch hours.


PS: On a very spiritual note, may I just add that I'm glad my Heavenly Father, my God, never sleeps, and is always there for me.