Kate

*tries not to go crazy with expectance*

*avoids friends page and spoilery posts*

Thank God I'm due in class in five minutes, idle time is a bitch.

*off to class*

Squeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!

I loved Bellatrix!
And Luna!
And wasn't Grawp cute?
And what about the whole battle in the ministry?
I loved the DA! And Neville! And Snape!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! *swoons*

Must watch (and cry) again. (Why yes, I cried a lot at the end).

There is another showing at 9 pm and another one at 10.30 pm.

*goes back to squeeing*

ETA:

I liked Tonks, though not the 'do. not. call me. Nymphadora' part, I mean, it was fine, but I wanted more (and better) lines from her.

And who where the other two wizards with them?

And Kingsley rocked! The Dumbledore's got style line was my favorite! That, along with Harry's 'I don't know, maybe, Lord Voldemort?' in Umbridge's first DADA lesson.

Then there was the part with the thestrals, which I thought seemed forced, but then again, it wouls have taken lots of times to make it seem unforced.

I loved Luna, the actress portraying her did a great job, behaving exactly the way I imagined Luna to be like.

The Occlumency scenes were amazing, specially with the blending of scenes from past movies and the new stuff, like Snape being behind Harry while he looks at the Mirror of Erised. I would have LOVED to see a longer take on Snape's worst memory. Was Lily in it? I only got to see a good shot of James, but not of the rest. I'm not even sure they where there.

The twins were GOOOOD, I specially liked them when they were consoling the little crying boy in the hall. The Phelps twins delivered really well their shared lines. *g*

Umbridge rocked in her evilness! The Pink! And the cats! And the 'hem hem'!!!!!!!

I loved loved loved and would have her babies if nature permitted, Emma Thompson. I mean, I CRIED when she was sacked, and wasn't Maggie Smith amazing whenever she appeared on scene? Both actresses were great.

I liked the way they showed when Umbridge showed up at class and checked upon the teachers. Snape's scenes were funny and I lauhged out loud when he was saying 'yes' and 'obviously' to Umbridge. And then again when he wacked Ron on the head. Priceless!

The scenes at the ministry were (in my part) hard to follow, because many things where happening. I totally DISLIKED the way Sirius went. I mean, in the books, he laughs at Bellatrix, but trips, he was NOT killed by AK. Still, I loved the part with 'good one, James!'. It seemed the scene got slow after that line was delivered, and while I know JK describes Sirius' fall into the veil as something that takes forever (I disticntly remember a part in which I read 'it seemed like it took Sirius ages to fall' or something like that') but still, I can't forgive them for making his death be by AK. It kinda stopped my tears in their tracks from the anger at their changing that part of the book.

The music was good, I could feel the trill when they were flying over London to Grimmauld Place, which, in my opinion differed soooooo much from the idea I had in my mind of it, that it still doesn't seem as if the movie had parts that happened in it. And where was my Snape vs. Sirius scene????? I WANTED to see that one. Still, weren't Neville's parents cute?

And again with the subtext, I swear I felt I was watching an excerpt from a Sirry fic when I saw the part at the Underground, when Tonks and Mad Eye guard by the door while Sirius gives Harry the Order picture. I wanted it to be the mirror, if only to have an extra moment of angst at the end of the movie, but liked the picture nonetheless.

And, didn't Harry seem too happy at the end of the movie? I'll have to check my book later when I get home, but wasn't he still moody and sad when they got on the Hogwarts Express?

I loved Ron and Hermione in the scene where they laugh at some inane thing.

Voldie was amazing. Mr. Fiennes rocked in this part.

I've always liked Gambon's Dumbledore better than the first one. I loved him in this one, from the way he walked to the way he defended Sybill from Umbridge.

And Filch was good. And funny. The sandwiches scene was fun.

I liked the kiss scene, and poor Ginny, if Snarry weren't my otp, I would have felt real sympathy for her whenever Harry went by her to get to Cho. Then again, I loved the Luna/Harry vibes, but the Snape scenes where priceless too.

I have more ideas on the characters and their growth, but it seems as if I need to read the book again to get a better grasp on things.

All in all, a great watch, I loved it, but I'm not sure if I like it the best from the rest. I mean, one's got to get at least another chance to view it beofre giving a sure opinion. Sorrily, that will not be until tomorrow afternoon. *sighs*

*g*

So, Vox. I'm kateturbay there, btw. So far I've done nothing but covet the pretty butterfly purple layout I wanted for my lj but can't get (stupid account status). Searched harry potter on 'Explore' and it came back with lots of people, but none known to me.

Anyone already on Vox?

Also, if neighborhood equals friends page, what is the equivalent of community there? I still haven't seen it all, but I'm curious.

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Can't wait!

Happy new year!

*hugs*

Happy holidays, everybody!

*hugs*

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Chicken's in the oven, salad's ready and coconut rice is waiting to be served. It doesn't smell quite like Christmas (allergies are the reason) but it's here!

I saw it last night.

Wee!

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Subject says it all.

Hello there!

Currently, my phone line is off due to lack of paying (we're working on getting it back next week), so my internet access has been cut off.

News?
Wednesday was Elyn's birthday. I had a great time. Sadly I don't have much of it right now to tell how it went.

UN says the only chance I get to have my case examined by the scholarship comittee is if I pay the equivalent to USD$26.00, which sadly, means the difference between life with a dvd player (Martin's giving us one if we complete the money) and life without it. Of course I want to go back to UN, but chances are, neither my mom, nor my aunts nor myself could live with the expenses. Still, IT IS MY DEEPEST WISH to pay for it and see if I get something akin to a scholarship (not a full one, but there is always my Icetex loan).

I still haven been appointed to San Martin University. Will work on that next week.

My last day at work is fastly approaching. Yay! (June 30th, btw)

Grandma's doing fine. She's got an appointment with her orthopedist on Monday morning. He'll tell us what to do next. So far, she's been doing fine. *g*

I really miss my papa. *mentally smooches daddy image*

Momma's getting her fifth cycle next week. Then we'll wait ten days and then it will be surgery. Would you mind keeping us in your prayers?

( A little bit of TMI )

Sekrit message to carcassi: Package's in Bogota. Soon it'll be in Miami, and from then, you guess! I'm also working on sending another little thing to Bogota so my aunt includes it also. *g*

I love my sister, I really do, but sometimes, my selfishness gets me and I do things I regret almost instantly. I won't go into details, if only because I'm ashamed, but I've been thinking I've been really lucky, and things for Dianita don't seem to be getting much better, and well, I want the best for her too, but... if only I could forget myself and live for my family the way I should, I wouldn't hurt my sister so. And to think it was such a nimiety... *kicks self repeatedly*

I love my sister, and I know she's even more sensible than I am, but for the love of God! I never know how to make things up to her.

What should I do?

Surgery went fine. They put a Thompson prothesis on her femur and hopefully, in a few weeks, she'll be able to stand again. *g*

Thanks for your prayers.

I won.

I WON!

I got the scholarship at San Martin University!

I'm on tomorrow's paper also.

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On Grandma news, she's currently at the clinic, awaiting for surgery tomorrow. I'm just this bit from convincing momma to go back there and be with her for a little while.

So, grandma's been fine.

Well, fine if you don't count her broken femur and pending surgery. Still, we've done many things to make her feel comfortable and calm. I'm sleeping in a mattress we put on the floor every night, if only to be closer to her were she to need anything during the night, and, since compu's on my bedroom, which is where she's currently sleeping, I spent the majority of the weekend in the same room as her.

Sadly, and YES, SADLY, today's Tuesday and  I have work.

Or I don't, because today's the deadline for the Cuba application and I still haven't got my picture taken, nor I have gone to the physician to get a certificate stating that if I were to leave the country, I would be doing so in good health. This means I had to call my boss last night and tell him about grandma (which I didn't want to, but you know... HAD TO) and ask for permission to skip work this morning, since I would be with grandma.

The bastard told me to designate tasks to my sister, and organize things better, that I couldn't be the only one available for these errands, why my sister couldn't do them instead of ME, that I had already asked for too much time off to do my stuff (WTF?) but well... he couldn't say no, and good night.

I swear, my blood BOILED while he was talking.

I can't even summon the strength of mind to summarize my mistakes at the moment of asking for permission. I know I should have said something stronger or lie more, but well, I DO HAVE A CONSCIENCE, and yes, I know mom will do the errands regarding grandma alone, and I will use the time to finish the stuff concerning Cuba, but it really made me angry, because it's grandma, and if I could I would be doing what momma's got to do this morning, but the people she's going to talk to to speed up grandma's surgery do not know me.

The most ironic part is that I'm supposedly accompanying grandma during her surgery (well, we still haven't asked, but Dr. B. said it could be possible), which means I'll have to ask for yet ANOTHER permission, and well... not that I'm too proud, but shouldn't these kinds of things be already understood? I mean, when dad passed, I didn't ask for any days free, even when I was entitled to at least three! And I may have taken a morning or two (actually, three, and I was SICK, first with the flu, and later with cramps!) and then an afternoon (but it was raining! And I had cramps once more!), but that does not entitle him to say I was arranging my affairs. It's like I can't 'help with my grandma' (which I would be doing if I could) because I already spent time off nursing myself better!

Yes, my own lies come back to haunt me right now, but he had no right to judge things like that.

And to think she still hasn't been programed for surgery. My best guess is I will be at work (that is, if I don't quit out of exasperation) while she's getting the knife.

I wish I could quit now.

Dr. B. came by and took the x-ray to an orthopedist he knows. Tomorrow morning we'll know the cost of the surgery (which will probably be paid by ourselves/family/friends and not by the government) and from then on, we'll know.

Dad's nurse says she wouldn't reccomend surgery, it would complicate things too much, but we're giving it a try.

Grandma's calm and quiet, but things shouldn't be this way.

Grandma fell on her way to sit on her bed after having a shower yesterday afternoon and broke her femur. She still hasn't been seen by an orthopedist (stupid social security being divided on district, departamental and national... she's got the district one and the hospital we took her to was a departamental one...), but we're working on it. She got an x-ray and a dx done at the departamental hospital we took her to, but nothing else could be done.

She's currently lying on my bed, calm and a little too quiet, but she's not suffering from any pains, apart from the irritation not being able to get up from the bed gives her.

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On related news, I got to ride on an ambulance last night!

Hehe.

Hehehehe.

MWUAHAHAHAHA.

*cue hysterical laugh*

It was not the most joyous ride of my life, but I did feel the thrill of being on it.

I really don't want to go to work any longer. It's not just my anxiety over university or my deep wishes for a different life that does not include committing to an 8 hours a day schedule.

It's the fact that there I'm nothing but the secretary. Neither my little achievements at high school, nor my few ones at uni count there. The fact that I can read and write in English merely raises a smile and just that. That I was one of the best guarded exam takers at uni does not count for anything (our Biochemistry teacher had us marked and when exams came, he always put us in the front, looking towards the board, while the rest of our classmates looked the other way (towards the back wall)), nor the fact that I was in a choir and have an opinion on things, and well, nothing counts but the quality of my work.

It's pretty frustrating.

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Before, anytime I had a test or a deadline for a paper or something related to my academic activities, my dad would get interested, and as soon as I came home, he would ask me how I had done, sometimes even buying me ice cream or a hot dog if I said things had gone well. When I presented the National Tests in 2002, we were in a bad situation, having just found out about his cancer and his leaving for Bogota being pending. Still, he kept on asking and encouraging me to do my best, giving me tips and you know, just being MY dad. When results came (1st place at Eucaristico School), neither mom nor he were in Quilla. But I knew he was happy about it.

This Saturday was the first time in my life I took a test and dad wasn't there to give me tips or ask me how I'd done. And the worst thing is, if I get the scholarship (wherever it may be given -SMU, UN or Cuba-), he won't be here for me to share my exams with him.

I miss you, papa.

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I made chicken lasagna yesterday. It was supposed to be canelones, but somehow, they over-cooked (erm... moving along... that was NOT my fault), so we I had to unstick them and place them on the refractarie as a lasagna.

I invented a sauce for it and my finger tips were sore after I ripped (is that a word for taking apart the chicken?) the chicken's breast, but totally worth it.

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The week started slowly for me. Work was not the joy-filled place it usually is. Heh. I called UN and the director's secretary told me she had recommended my case and I could call a person and ask when The Meeting is going to take place. I chickened out and didn't call, but told mom to do so. Of course, she didn't. Later, Shayra called about a paper I had told her I would help her with and we met at my house.

Tuesday dawned and with it, came my period. In the afternoon, there was I, stuck at work (someone's idea of a meeting ran too late). Irma came by while I was still at work, but later we talked on the phone and I chose to tell her all about my uni plans (including Cuba and UN's prospect of an scholarship). I wasn't so keen to tell her, but somehow, she had sensed something was too bright in my voice and asked why. God! My friend DOES know me! Later, mom told me she had gotten Diana and me an appointment at San Martin University for an induction to an scholarship contest at 8 am Wednesday morning. I decided not to tell my boss and fake cramps (mind you, I was feeling them while he was chatting away with a client).

Wednesday, I asked mom to call my boss at his house and tell him I had just gotten a shot for the cramps and would make it for work a little later. Meanwhile, Diana and I headed to SMU and had our induction. We also scheduled our respective interviews for Thursday morning. At 9, we parted ways. I arrived at work a little after 9.30. The rest of the day went by calmly. At night, I had a chat with Kissy and I think I let something out about Cuba and my probably not being in Quilla by Elyn's birthday (which happens on the 15th, and if I get chosen for the scholarship, I have to be in Bogota by then). I think I covered it by saying I hadn't been at her birthday the last two times (the first time, neither mom nor dad let me go, and last year, we had just found out about dad's methastases), so it shouldn't surprise anyone if I didn't attend this year either. Heh.

Yesterday.

Yesterday was The Day.

Not only I had to run from work to SMU at 11.30 (for the interview), but I had The Cramps. After an hour of silently suffering, I decided to flee and took a cab home at 10.30 am. Ingrid (dad's nurse from the times he needed daily injections for the swelling in his brain) came at 11 and gave me a shot of Diclofenaco.

Said shot took at least 2 hours to take effect. Not only that, but I couldn't hold anything into my stomach. Five or six runs to the bathroom later, I was better, but I hadn't attended my appointment at SMU. My boss called me on my cell at 11.15 (I had just had another bout of nausea) and I told him I had had to run home because I wasn't feeling too well with the cramps. He asked about who was left at the office and I said no one, because I was all alone when I had left. Heh.

By 1.30, I was better. Mom called SMU and they told her I could go at 2 pm. We all thanked Ingrid for her help and at 2 pm Diana and I left for SMU. An hour later, me and another five kids (they were all 17! That certainly made me feel old!) were having our interview with the Medicine Faculty Dean.

Two hours and a half later, and a long time after I had given up on arriving at work, the interview ended. I wanted to shake hands with the dean, but got too self-conscious and neither of the other kids did, and I didn't want to seem too eager to shake his hand or anything, so I just waved and left.

Yay for uni interviews! I had never had any!

Later Dr. B. had to take us (Diana and me) home because there was a lot of rain and it wasn't safe to take a bus in such conditions.

Next step?

Work today. I've figured I can tell my boss I was ready to go out at 3.15, but then started to rain and I didn't want to risk another cold. I feel awful lying like this, not only because if things turn out the way we want them to, then I will have to explain so I can leave, but because well, the man is paying me for my work, and well, you know how one needs to be honest, don't you?

Tomorrow's Exam Day.

I'm not too keen on it, I need 80 good answers out of 100 questions and I get the scholarship. I know I can do it, but it's been a year since I last touched books in a daily basis, and most kids just graduated from hs, so they have fresher knowledge, BUT, I did go to uni for a year, and learned many things, specially in Biology and Chemistry, that hs these days does not teach, so I have a heads up in those subjects. Sadly, I haven't seen a Maths exam since my first semester, and even though I got good grades at uni, I think I may be a little rusty. There will also be some English questions (HELLO! English language lover here!) and some Spanish ones (hehehe), and I don't think I'll do bad in them.

All in all, I'm still applying for Cuba and still waiting for UN's answer.

*g*