.:.Callitoes Collectanea.:.

nowhere
to
go

That is the only reason why I am staying.

Detalles aquí.

Amenicemos el día:

Wir sind Helden, “Nur ein Wort”.

Ayer me libré de una de las preocupaciones que me tenía algo frita últimamente: la obra de teatro en la que mis colegas de teatro de toda la vida me pidieron que sustituyese a una de las actrices para poder presentarla a un concurso. Para haberla ensayado cinco veces con los que ya se sabían la obra desde hace casi 10 meses, yo creo que mantuve el tipo y ayudé a salvar los papeles. Por supuesto, siempre hay algún perfeccionista que nunca está contento con nada, pero yo lo estoy y punto. ¿Que pudo haber salido mejor? Pues claro, pero tampoco conviene pedirle peras al olmo. La verdad es que me resultó muy emocionante, pero me alegro de haberme quitado esa preocupación de encima.

Ahora tengo otras, como lo de terminar de montar la empresa y liarme a tortas con la burocracia. Resulta que ahora, para poder cobrar el paro de Francia, tengo que trabajar por cuenta ajena al menos un día en España. ¿Qué clase de cachondeo es este? Además, cada vez le veo menos sentido a lo de montar la empresa: se empeñan en promover el autoempleo, pero ¿cómo? Ser autónomo no trae consigo absolutamente ningún beneficio, sólo si te va bien, ¿y cómo sabes que te va a ir bien?… En fin…. Por cierto, la bordería legendaria de los que suelen estar detrás de mostradores y ventanillas es muy real.

En cualquier caso me encantan los “huevos de Pascua”, los Easter eggs que algún conocido me deja en páginas que sabe que visito. La del 11 de noviembre de hace 997 años me hizo sonreír, y fue una sensación muy agradable.

Termino por ahora dándole las gracias a “Jaset” por animar las últimas horas del día de ayer por ICQ. Lo suyo casi es peor que lo mío.

Es tan triste, que el hecho de no haber podido guardarlo y ver que ya no está donde estaba me entristece aún más.

Pero si es por la felicidad de otros, y quizás también por la mía propia, que así sea.

Cristina…
feels she has only one friend and a half, and that’s the only reason why she is still around.
Well, that and gymnastics.

Rot, rot, rot sind alle meine Kleider.
Rot, rot, rot ist alles was ich hab’.
Darum lieb’ ich alles, was so rot ist,
weil mein Schatz ein Feuerwehrmann ist.

In Paris I used to complain about not having a life, but here it’s pretty much the contrary.
I will take a moment to mention what I have been doing these days.

Right after the moving trauma and as soon as I arrived to Spain I started attending German lessons regularly, which I only skipped once (yesterday) because I had to study for my role in a farce I will play with some theatre colleagues of mine in desperate need to find someone to play that role at a contest. It’s difficult… The rehearsals are in Santiago at least once a week and I have to spend the night there when I go because we usually end very late, but I take the chance to hang out with my acquaintances, friends and family members that live in Santiago.

I’m also back to gymnastics at my former club. Well, it’s got a different name because it split into two, but I joined the one that had most of my former colleagues (now they are the coaches) working there. I’m doing well for my age, even though we also practise trampolining and I am lousy at it. :p I already have my right ankle a bit injured, but I can still jump around and it’s healing well.

I took some driving lessons too (I got my driving license 10 years ago, but as many of you may know, I am a hopeless amaxophobic when it comes to driving a car). My mother paid for five practices and I took two (I had a nervous breakdown at their offices the first day), but the guy told me that I was wasting my money because it’s evident that I do know how to drive. I just have to work on the anxiety that the idea of driving provokes me, and I’m not in the mood for that right now. I went today to renew that stupid licence of mine, by the way; it’s just a medical checkup (they only check your body, not your mind), some bureaucracy, some fees and there you go. (Gosh, I can’t believe it’s 10 years already).

Blah.

On the other hand, I am setting up a company with the Caesar, it will start working the 1st of December and it will be called TraduXnet. We will do translations and web presence, so there, if you need any of those, you know. Until one hour ago we were cleaning the penthouse to arrange it as our office. Whenever we go there we find tons of “jewels”. I, for example, have found and rescued a series of booklets and vinyl discs for learning German (my maternal grandfather was into it) that date from 1941-1956. “Learn German with the Third Reich“.

So as you see, I would say I have “too much of a life” now. I still miss some things of my life at Blizzard though…

Oh, and on Sunday, the 2nd, it’s my 30th birthday. (¡!) The Caesar has just bought me a great coat for our rainy winters and an anti-ageing cream (that I had asked for, he’s not such an insensitive person). I guess the celebration won’t be like my 24th birthday (oh, what a day), but we will have lunch in Tenorio and there will be some people around and stuff. It’s a pity that a lot of people I care about won’t be there, but some will come and I should be happy about it.

30 already… I don’t really feel much of difference, actually. :p

Oh, and my sister found a black kitten on a car battery and now we’ve got it with us in the flat.

Sí, estoy de vuelta en Pontevedra desde el lunes y ya me he metido en varios berenjenales.

Podría escribir aquí un millón de batallitas, pero no me apetece explayarme. Ya contaré.