domingo, 27 de julio de 2008

Nine months, quotes

Samuel Faulkner: Are you sure?
Rebecca Taylor: I'm ten days late.
Samuel Faulkner: And there's no way you could have had it and just not noticed?
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Dr. Kosevich: I've got it! Nurse, call the Anesthesiologist, this woman needs an enema!
Samuel, Rebecca, Nurse: An enema?
Dr. Kosevich: No, uh, she needs a pedicure!
Nurse: This ain't no goddam beauty parlor!
Dr. Kosevich: Epitath!
Samuel Faulkner: She's not dead, you moron!
Dr. Kosevich: Epidermus... Uh...
Rebecca Taylor: Epidural, asshole!


Nine Months.
1995

lunes, 21 de julio de 2008

You know you go to an all girls school when...

"For anyone who has ever experienced a moment that's screamed "I went to an all girls school". You know you belong here if...

-You either went 2 ways: you didn't meet your first boy till you were 18 and are still terrified, OR you met your first boy at 12 and have been in a series of sexually active relationships since
-You often hitch up your winter skirt in public to adjust your tights, and think thats completely fine
-You often find yourself in a deep, public discussion on the ever popular "tampons or pads" debate
-You share everything with your friends: deodorant, sanitary items, hairbrushes, makeup, lipgloss, etc.
-You have no issues with adjusting eachothers bras, comparing bras, talking about bras, etc
-You know when your closest friends are due for 'that time of the month' (only because thats when you're due too)
-You are completely comfortable with emotional intensity
-You have at least one girl in your group who has chocolate/tissues in her locker at all times
-You belong to a group
-You can talk about waxing, fake tan, shaving, in the same sentence as essays, world affairs, etc
-Most of your friends carry lipgloss/paw paw in their pencil case
-You can often spend the first 10 minutes of a class discussing someones new hair colour/cut WITH your teacher
-You have your male teachers wrapped around your finger
-You can tell someones wellbeing/stress levels/emotional status/hours of sleep from: what makeup they're wearing (if any), hairdo, perfume/no perfume etc
-You know each of your friends perfumes by heart and often spend time 'sniffing' eachother jumpers and commenting
-You are familiar with the smell of smoke mixed with chanel perfume
-You know crying and claiming to 'be overwhelmed' can get you out of anything, anywhere, anytime.
-You know who fake tans, who goes to the solarium, whos 'a la natural', and who's naturally tanned (you then proceed to hate this person)
-You notice when someone has straightened, washed, curled their hair, which often leads to a discussion on how they too, can achieve that look
-Before opting for summer uniform, you know you must shave, moisturize and tan first. Or if you don't , you must make a big deal in announcing "OMG guys my legs are sooooo hairy, I haven't shaved in forever", which then launches a group discussion in who hasn't shaved their legs the longest, hence taking the spotlight off your feral legs
-you know you go to an all girls school when on photo day everyone puts stacks of makeup and lipgloss on and then when they get the photos everyone says they dont want to look atthem because they're horrible"

Primer grado (1992) promoción 2003 Misericordia Devoto.
Si, yo fui a un colegio de mujeres.



sábado, 19 de julio de 2008

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"Hay algo que desvela. Necesito averiguar qué estan pensando esos cincuentones rancios, con olor a noche y desodorante de ambientes, que aprovechan cuando esperas el colectivo o caminás sola de noche para arrimarte su enorme auto de remisero premium color bordó y preguntarte si estás solita o te pueden alcanzar a algún lado. ¿Cuál es su expectativa? ¿Se imaginan que vamos a ponernos a charlar, risueñas, y al ver que somos muy parecidos nos vamos a enamorar de su pelada grasienta? ¿Que nos vamos a subir a su chata del amor y vamos a tener sexo desenfrenado a cambio de que nos lleven a casa? ¿De verdad creen que alguien de veintipico de años podría estar interesada en un viejo redondo y fracasado, de 50 años, casado, con un auto horrible y un sweater de colegio? ¿Están locos? ¿Y por qué luego de tantos años lo siguen haciendo? ¿Alguna hija de puta se sube, no?"

Carolina Aguirre