Sorry guys!

I know the I don't have those many readers, in fact they are inexistent at all except for one or two friends, but STILL I'd like to apologize. I haven't posted anything at all for the past few days, and I won't upload anything per se today, because I have had a hectic week. My mom got depressed, and I had to deal with her, my aunt died and I had to be there for my dad, and I have to go pick up some papers to sign into college today, so I will probably be back tomorrow to write something else. Sorry, and bye!

Lets stain under candle light?!?

There's a lot of things that I hate. There are maybe millions of adverse situations that have happened to me, or to people I know, that are just awful (falling down 20 stairs while in a mass with 300 people in it, finding a whole bunch of kittens living under your bed, being asked if you are part of the groom's party when you have confused some other event with a wedding, being peed on by a skunk that lived on your roof...); but probably from them all, one of the most dreadful was when candle wax fell on my clothes.

Both times that this has happened, it's been during a formal party, therefore I was wearing expensive and dark pants; and both times it has been with candles from the centerpiece of the table were I was seating. The worse of this situations is that every time, the table has been empty except for me, and yet, from all the open space, the wax has fallen on my crotch when someone walks by and tips the candle. I don't know if you've ever touched candle wax before (probably yes, as it isn't that rare) but it is usually extremely hot, so you can imagine how I have screamed getting the attention of everyone, when that boiling material has burned down my extra sensitive skin (given the area). Also, as you can imagine, the wax was white and, when dried, had the appearance of dried cum... so you won if you guessed that no one wanted to dance afterwards with"the crazy guy who screamed and has a cum-like stain on his crotch".

The first time it happened, it was during my cousins' "quiceañera", so it wasn't much of a big deal (besides, I was only 10 years old, so nobody really cared), but the second time was at my prom, so it was kind of embarrassing.

Anyway, the thing that pissed off the most, at least the second time, wasn't the pain or the embarrassment; it was actually the fact that my new pair of 200 dollar pants got ruined with a nasty wax stain the day they were used for the first time. "Oh, but the dry cleaners get candle wax stains off pants" you may say... well, lets just think that mine doesn't and was actually able to spread it even further.

Maybe I´m just overreacting, and the skunk thing was worse... it's just that the candle wax situation was very recent, so i am still angry. Ok, now I leave you to go on with your lives (hoping you have one unlike me, who am inside and alone on a wednesday night, in the middle of my summer break, writing a blog that no one reads!). Alright now, b-bye!

Told you so!

Hahaha! Just a little comment. As I warned you, already, I couldn't resist myself and had to tell all of my friends about the blog. Actually, I have a link to it as my PSM on messenger! hahaha! Well, at least now I may get a comment. XD! G' night!

Worse than wetting the bed...

A blog about everything and nothing can be hard to fill out. I spent the whole afternoon thinking about what I could write about, and nothing came to my mind. The thing is, that anything can be good material for a blog about nothing, but the problem is giving it the right tone to be interesting, or at least worth your time reading it (Now I do have my fingers crossed for someone to ever read this at some point). So, after several hours of burning my brains out... suddenly the mountain came to me without me having to walk towards it. "Don't wet your socks, Luis", five simple words said to me by my mom, and that seemed perfect to discuss here.

There's absolutely nothing worse in the world (well, there possibly is, but there's almost nothing) than wetting your socks. The whole point of wearing socks is to guard one's feet from cold, wetness, and dirt (and perhaps not hurting your them with the friction of your shoes while walking, but we're gonna ignore that for a moment); and all of those objectives are brought to nothing when you distractedly step on a lonely puddle of whatever is spilled on the floor. Tell me if I'm wrong when I say that it can't get worse than feeling that water (on the best case scenario, and hoping you haven't gotten a new puppy) crawling little by little into your comfortable, calm, and warm sock, when you are just finishing to get ready to go out. It's just deplorable to feel, all of a sudden, wet and disturbed by a puddle, specially if it is one of those wet, rainy days you get in a tropical country like Costa Rica.

There's only two ways in which things can get even worse: 1) When you are late, you get your socks wet, and you don't have any time to change them for a pair of dry ones. Which makes you go about life soaked, with a feeling of being dirty, cold and disturbed; and by the time you get back home, makes you have smelly feet, stinky socks, and fish-smell-like shoes. Or 2) When (and this HAS happened to me) you wake up in the middle of the night to pee, and the toilet decides to, precisely that day, stop working. Only causing water to start coming out of its bottom, and creating a puddle that becomes invisible under one's drowsy, sleepy, zombie-like state at 4 o'clock in the morning. As you can imagine... I wet my socks that night, and don't think for a second, that I was able to go easily back to sleep.

That second point, really was the worst thing ever. As if it wasn't dreadful enough to have to wake up from a pleasant and deep dream to go to the bathroom and pee! On top of that, you have to wet your socks, change them, and lose your sleep! I wish that waterproof fabrics were comfy enough to wear them like socks.

Hahahaha! Well, I took my frustration out on this blog. Now I do have to leave you because I have to get some sleep. Bye!... And don't get your socks wet when you pee!

A bit more about face cramps...

With a name like that (The Face Cramp Blog), of course the first entry to the blog (the previous one doesn't count cause it was mostly explicative) has to be about face cramps. I honestly don't know what their real name is, I don't even know if they're normal, I just know that I get them, and that I call them like that.

In fact, I've only heard that they happen to me and to my best friend. And people even laugh at me when I'm with someone and a cramp hits me. Now, what are those damn face cramps? They are some horrible, stupid, senseless, unnecessary pains that you (or better, me and my friend) get when you laugh too much or too hard while eating; although my friend (Gabo) has gotten them in other times. I guess I'll have to ask him more on the subject, but it will have to be later, as he left for Panama today on a one-week vacation.

Well, the thing is that those cramps are very uncomfortable, cause when you go out to eat with friends, there is usually something funny enough to laugh your brains out, and, if you are unlucky enough to be chewing while that happens... THE KILLER PAIN STRIKES!!!

Yesterday, for example, I had a very tragic experience. We went to see the movie, and then went down to the mall's food court to eat. Anyways, while I was happily chewing on my Junior McChiken, someone at the table said something and I, immediately, started laughing. Right now I can't remember the misfortunate comment, but I do know that it was something hilarious, as I couldn't make myself stop laughing. And the worst of all was, that when everyone else found out that I was having a cramp, they started laughing themselves; therefore making me laugh at their laughing every time I was starting to calm down. And the thing with these unnamable pains, is that they don't go away unless you can get yourself calmed; which can be very hard under certain situations.

Yeah, so after the pain went away, we started discussing blogs, and how I had always wanted to start one, and it was then when Alberto suggested the name. Of course he suggested a blog about face cramps as a joke, and I was the one who decided to call a blog about something else, like that; but it was his idea, anyway.

And now I leave because my dad is coming to pick me up to take me to his house (I'm at my mom's, and they recently split up) , and I gotta get ready. Maybe I´ll write again tonight... I don't know. Ok, take care and be careful... don't laugh while chewing or the evil face cramps will come and strike you. HAHAHA! No, seriously... they do and it hurts like hell! :S! Bye!

The Face Cramp Blog (hoping someone reads this someday):

Before I start blogging (or bloging? If anyone would like to clarify it for me, I'd thank you) I'd like to say that I am possibly the least into-blogs person. I have never made a blog, haven't even singed up to one, and, if ever, have visited one on the most, 10 times. Nevertheless, after watching the movie "Julie and Julia" I got this incredible thirst for blogging (I'll write like that cause it looks better), and so I thought: "Now that I'm on vacation, and that I have ¨sooooo much to do¨ that I spent the whole day on Facebook and Farmville (which is starting to get boring and repetitive), I have nothing to lose¨. And then, all of a sudden, the idea of the blog became attractive, and I decided to go on with it.

For the name I have to thank a friend who, yesterday while we discussed blogging, proposed it when I had a terrible face cramp... hahaha! The content... well... I don't know what the content will be. To be honest, I don't have the smallest idea of what to talk about. Hm, I guess something will come up, but I insist upon the fact that I hope I´ll get some readers someday. I'm not planning on telling a lot of my friends about what I'm doing, but as I can never hold a secret for too long (even though I'm trying to work on that), I'm 100% sure that in a couple of days all of my friends will know about it, and yet I won't have a single visit from them.

Well, that's all for the first entry of the blog, cause I mostly did it to introduce it and to thank my friend Alberto for the name of my ¨Face Cramp Blog¨. I hope I don't just get bored of blogging and quit, cause I always do that with everything I start (finding again a connection with Julie Powell). And now, hasta la vista and keep reading!