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I have a week to do a color cube. Which is, um, something like this, only with 36 squares in each face, all of them different gradations of color. With acrylics, thankfully, because my damned teacher wanted us to use pastels. GUH, GUH, GUH I DON'T WANT TO DO IT. It's going to take soooo lonw. ;-;

Psychology of Perception ended real quick today, so I went to a close by lame mall with my crush to have ice cream. AND THEN HE MENTIONED HIS STUPID GIRLFRIEND AGAIN. God damnit, this is getting tiredsome. He even paid, and all. Although I drove him. huh.

It's a bit late to set up an 'Altar de Muertos' (Death Altar) to both my great-grandma and my uncle, which is a shame, considering how much I love setting up those altars, but I guess I should write some Calaveras anyway. Calaveras, (lit. skulls) are short, poem-like stories that mock someone's death, they're supposed to be funny and can involve anyone, from your dog to the president (hehe, the newspaper actually do Calaveras for the politics. They're incredibly funny XD). And well, I haven't written any since sophomore year of high school... And I've never tried translating them, it could be a challenge! And a present to my flist! *ponders*

Also, I want some Sugar Skulls. Yummy.

Yeah Yeah Yeahs was AMAZING. Karen O's just insane, which made it all the greater. De Descartes a Kant, a local band, opened for them, and they were cool enough. My dad called me in the middle of Maps, and I kinda hung up on him XDD In all, it was wonderful, exhilarating and oooh, so cool. They didn't play No No No, though. Nor Bang. Oh well. Now, onto something more important:

¡¡FELÍZ CUMPLE, sarie_gamgee !!

Me considero bastante afortunada de haberte conocido, porque es lindo tener alguien con quien ser patéticas fangirls y pláticar de fandoms e historia y tradiciones y todo lo demás de lo que siempre estamos hablando. Muchas, muchas felicidades, y hey, aquí todavía es tu cumple, así que técnicamente, todavía estoy a tiempo XD Y aquí hay un pequeño regalito, que te escribí en Inglés, pues, sepa por qué, pero ya ves.

Blow At the Candles, Make a Wish
Supernatural – gen – 264 Words

( “Well, happy birthday, kiddo,” says Dean, looking proud of himself... )