Summer holidays started last Friday 21 at last! However, I have been quite busy at home maing some improvements to my room. I already put the permanit and the yeso, and tomorrow I'm sandpapering the pasta muro in the mornig (hopefully) and then I'm planning to buy the guardapolvos in the afternoon. If everythong goes like planned, it should be ready to paint on Thursday. I found green paint at half price in Homecenter. I wonder if it needs some white paint. I'll make a test tomorrow.

I also made a shelf, which cost me twice as much as I planned. :( But my books and turntable are going to look beautiful on it. :) Got to get it back from Ceci.

Mom is gettig redy to go to the convention in Temuco. Some free days for me!! What am I gonna do? Porn, of course! >:) I said I'd go to Coihayque. Luckily, I think I won't have enough money for that!

I'm so tired with all this work in my room. The forst night I could hardly sleep because of the pain in my arms. Same thing last night because I was screwdriving until late. Now comes sandpapering, the worst part. I'll do it quickly to finish quickly.

Feeling a little depressed some times. And sleepy. Happy to know that my days are fewer and fewer. Mom's not taking care of her heart. Looks like she wants to die soon. Good thing for me. I'm so eager to go to sleep for good.

At laaaaast!! Summer holidays are about to start. I uploaded all the grades to the internet today. Working without kids. Beautiful!! :)

We had the graduation ceremonies yesterday. Kinder and 12th year. Afterwards Leti, Juan and me went to a pub and had a tabla and some drinks. Quite enjoyable. I seldom drink and wanted to test the theory that alcohol makes you more talkative. Completely true!! :) I had an amaretto sour (recommended by Leti) and words came easier! Then, as we were leaving, the waitress came and offered me a second drink, because it was happy hour. I accepted! I loved amaretto sour! I was scared I would get drunk. I don't think I did. Maybe if I had been up for longer... but we went home right after that drink aqnd was home in fifteen minutes, so I didn't have the chance to confirm. I was quite happy to be with Juan in the colectivo. I got really talkative! I don't know where words kept coming from!! :) And I was being funny and was not talking aout me!! I love alcohol! :)

BTW, I don't want to forget that huge beefcake in the pub. Oh, God! He was huge! Those massive arms and shoulders! Was the barman. His green tee could hardly hold those huge bulging muscles.

It's raining now, after some sunny days. Good thing. I was having a hard time with heat. I got smelly very quickly!! yuk

Luckily, we are startin our day's work at 9 from today. Wanna sleep now. Stress is over. Feeling more relaxed. BTW, the history teacher is being fired, said Marcia. Really hope it's true!

Silly me. I left my turntable on with a record on it all night some days ago. I was listening to music when my mother came fro the hall. I sat uo to open the door. She was coming with Cecilia and I completely forgot to turn it off. The morning after, I stared in shock how the needle has carved a deep track on the record, leaving a white dust around it! So I took the turntable to my turntable "guru", and he impressed me once again! This old man is amazing. I took the turntable to him right when I was going to the proyecto intgrado because I was going to handle the data show. So I was planning to drop it on my way to the theater. But he fixed it right away. I told him I had no money on me because I thought I would have to leave it with him, but he told me not to worry and pay later!!

He also told me that in the point of contact of the needle and the track, a high temperature of around 800°C can be produced. Well, he has never seen that himself, but he says he has witnessed teps of up to 720°C. He also says that for measuring this, a laser thermometer is used.

Unfortunately, apart from the Lady record that I spoiled that night, I also spoiled the Sara record, because the needle was not correctly installed and it was shaped like a hook. Well, it's not a big loss because that last record has a lot of background noise. Now I have an excuse to buy a better copy! :)

I'm very happy now because the records sound much better than before the accident! :)

I have been in a good mood these days, even having gone to the meeting with my mother. Brother Carlos looks at me with a worried face because I make no comments. Well, that makes me feel sort of awkward, but I guess my lack of comments is no news for them.

We went to the saval last weekend. It was so enjoyable. We had a light lunch there and lay by the river at the bottom of the botanical garden. I discovered that I can take a great picture of Valdivia from a certain far corner of the garden. I'd love to had a good camera. Anyways, I took some pics of mushrooms growing under pines in the botanical garden with my cellphone, and they were quite good. Even better than with my camera! I uploaded the pics of one of the mushrooms to the Facebook account of this "mushroom lady" asking for identification, but she has not replied. I wonder if it is a new kind of mushroom.

I have learned about so many different kinds of edible mushrooms growing in Chile. Leti told me that she used to go and harvest lots of them in her parents' house when she was a kid. That got on my nerves! I told her that she has to invite me one day. But she says that things are not the same as before, because those places have been "cleaned", meaning that all trees and bushed have been cut off, so now its difficult to find mushrooms. You have to go farther in the forest, but there are pumas there. Scary! But she says that pumas run away from people. Let's hope so!

It's been difficult to take my eyes away from some of my students these days. It's spring. I hate spring. It's getting warmer (last week was suffocating) and the kids are wearing lighter clothes... and I start suffering!!! Iván has those huge, beautiful, bulging, seductive pecs!!! They drive me completely nuts!!! He has caught me several times glancing at him. I pretend nothing happens, but I'm sure he knows I'm looking at him. What can I do!!!??? I'm so weak!! I promise I try not to look... but it's beyond me. :( If I could only lick those hard nipples...

I have not written the letter I want to write for the PE teacher yet, complaining for what he said last Wed during the teacher's meeting. But I'm really angry, and with a good reason. I could also complain that he keeps wearing those minute shorts. He likes to show off his massive, muscular, tanned, hairy legs. Not that I have paid much attention to them, but I can't avoid an erection every time he gets close.

What would he say of fucking a chubby guy? I mean, I have seen whole sections on porn sites dedicated to men fucking chubby guys. Isn't that what gets straight men horny, the contrast of a soft body against their rock hard muscles? But I could never make any kind of advance with anyone at school. Actually, I have never dared to do it with any man at all. :(   >sigh<

The topic at the table at dinenr today was the need of my mother and mine to visit a psychiatrist. All because I said that I was unable to keep a healthy lifestyle, that I'm not constant. So I might be bipolar. But I KNOW that this is not the problem! The last two times I tried to lose weight I quit simply because I'm too lazy to exercise and because I was not happy with the results. I mean, I was losing weight, but this doesn't seem to have an impact on my relationship with men. Well, I do receive some compliments when I look thinner. Edgard, for example. He used to harass me. And I loved that. The problem was that he did it in front of other students and I had to reject him. Had he done it privately, things would have been different.

And Felipe, when I was writing somethin on the board and he told me that I looked fine. Yeeep! That was hot! HE was hot. A pest, but hot. :)

And then come those moments when I get convinced that it's not worth the effort. That I'm too old. That I only have some 9 years left before I kill myself.

Who knows. One of these days I might decide to make a change for my last decade. I don't want to die without being fucked by one of those georgeous men I see every day at school. And I don't have energy to work anymore. I'm exhausted at noon!!

Yeah, I recognize I need to lose weight, badly. But I'm too lazy. Perhaps paying an annual fee at the gym, as my sister suggests, would be a good idea. If I buy an exercise machine to have it at home, I would probably be too lazy to use it.

Who knows. Maybe when my mother asks for the loan in January or February.

At last this crappy long weekend came to an end. I don't really want to go to work, but anything is better than being here at home with nothig to do other than watching porn. It's incredible how difficult it can be to find the exact porn pic you want. I was looking for a perfect hard dick for my blog heading, but I didn't find the ideal dick. I'm divided between dick or muscle. I think I'll choose dick. I can post muscle later in different posts, because there is not one single set of muscles that I like the most. I like muscular men from head to toes! Yes, I'll use a beautiful, thick, hard, dick, covered by swollen veins like a roadmap. Mmmmm!!! The most beautiful sight to find every time I enter my blog. :)

What do I have to do this week?
Pendant tests for year 12.
Finish the newspaper.
A letter for the PE teacher (such a great body, but such a nitwit)
Daniela is visiting us in our English department meeting again on Tuesday.
My class has the simce test on Tuesday.
The parents meeting folder for the proncipal.

I think that would be all.

I hope these days will pass quickly and the 20 will be here soon. We are so short of money this month.

My creations of the weekend:

Went in a nice tour to the supermarket with my mom today. We were bored at home and I decided we had to get some liquid soap for our ultra-advanced technology electronic soap dispenser. We were in the supermarket when my sister called mom and told her that we could go to the Saval park. I thought there was a beer exhibition, but it was over long ago. Now there was a flower exhibition. Nothing special. I was diappointed that nothing there was edible, and proposed to go home and have some coffee and vanilla icecream. A teacher gave me the recipe last week. On the bus back home I met a student (Catalina) and her family. Poor girl, she has serious learning problems and her family doesn't want to take her to the doctor. They rely on teachers making things easier for her. She should definitely repeat the grade. Her brain cells need time to mature. Then I gave my seat to a father with his little rchildren and moved to another seat in the back of the bus, and sat by a thin young man with curly hair. They guy was looking through the windows at the other side, but I thought I coulod recognize that hair. I said "Joaquín?". And it was him! A former student of mine. This shows that I just can't misbehave in this city. It's such a small place! Wherever I go I find people who know me. What if I want to find a male friend and kiss him in the street? Everybidy would know that at school the next day, for sure! :(

By the way, we met Juan, another English teacher at school, with his friend Thomas, at the supermarket. Funny thing, we always meet in the same aisle, next to the bread. Juan and Thomas seem to be a couple. At least that what Juan indicates on his FB account, that they have a relationship. Soon after he was hired to teach English at our school, the roumour spread that he was gay. Of course, the kids were visiting his FB page. Well, he acts quite straight. Not effeminated at all. Nor am I. Am I? No, I don't think so. I go green with envy. I'd love to have my own home and a partner. Well, if I continue eating the way I did today, finding a special one won't be easy.