(Brag sesh) I think I forgot to mention that I found the most bad ass apartment this year with the most bad ass roommate! It is enormous with terraces and super centrico. My room is green! Even the horrific halfcat that it came with is starting to warm up to me. (I say halfcat because its a scrawny cantakerous noncatlike cat I've ever met). However what's not warming up is the apartment. In September when I moved in and it was still beach weather I was like "Who even needs central heating?? This apartment is right next to La Pera! I have a terrace where I can read books and look down on street people!"
And then it started raining. Which I forgot it kind of does that here for oh, three months. And I realized, having heat might have been nice. And e-books are just as useless in the rain as those real books from like the 1800s or something.
What I do have though is a little one room electric heater. And my heater and I have a very serious relationship. I'm talking Kardashian serious. Anyway, on especially cold mornings I practically maul/smother it trying to warm all of my limbs. You know when you see a mother carrying a too-big-to-be-carried child? Well its the exact same. Except.. maybe.. I'm just bear hugging an electrical appliance even though I can walk and walking would make me warmer... No. Forget reference. This is just me and my bf.
(At school I find myself slowly sashaying to the right corner of the classroom. It provides the best teaching angle and a certain airvent that I may be cheating on my heater at home with.)
Also the other ominous thing about this combination of cold weather / cold house is that I tend to grow. Not intellectually or height wise. Just around the midsection. Obviously I have to wear sweats to keep warm and alive (also very stylish to the Spanish when they see me leaving my house in a Razorbacks sweater, workout pants ha! and bandana). So I put the comfy clothes on. And then I start the snacking. And then I convince myself that staying in is way more desireable than going out. Its my more sophisticated psuedo Camille that eggs me on. "I do say Camille with this kind of weather what devil would even propose to go out and be active? Why if I were you and I am, I would say pop another bag or two of popcorn and enjoy a marvelous novel! By the way you look dashing! Is that bandana tye died?!"*
Oh god, I just realized it is Saturday night, I am blogging, and I am wearing said Razorback sweater. I also just practiced shadow puppets for a good part of an hour. (What else do people do with the internets than look up how to perfect the "camel" shadow? Besides Risch family talent show is this Christmas. Duh.) Ok. I am digging myself a deeper hole. Time to refill the wine glass. But hey at least I'm out of popcorn!*
Shadow puppet art is actually an interesting topic. Did you know shadow puppetry was forbidden for awhile in China because the puppeteers were addressing political issues and they wanted to prevent peasant uprising? Actually, that's not really that suprising. I'm sure China still creates a huge fuss about girl puppeteers. I was planning on doing a handful of animals (harharpun) but now I may do Causal Shadow Puppetry and educaate the rischaudience about important current affairs! (Aka two dobermin pinchers explaining the one percent whoo-haa).
This blog about Spain is so good. The girl from Oklahoma moves to Spain. And still talks nonesense.
*Important to note I just finished a novel set in 18th century England and I sometimes tend to live in the book even after I finish it. Oh Henry would never dare to court her. She is but a mere apothecary's daughter and can bring neither dowry nor honour to a marriage! What a laugh! Ok. I stop now.
**Does anyone else think the size of the bag has dimished recently? Or is my tolerance really just increasing with such alacrity? Good grief.
Your blog is great! :)
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