Brasiliero no coração.

Translation: Brazilian at heart.

How many times have I asked my parents why they moved to America instead of Brazil? I know the answer, and I'm glad I was born in the Land of Opportunity, but it would be nice to be a natural soccer beast, and know Portuguese.
I haven't gotten very far since I last blogged about learning the language, but I'm not giving up. I know some words. Like "quarto de dormir" means bedroom, which makes sense since "dormir" is sleep in French; Madame Hicks always tells us that there are so many Spanish/French cognates, so I guess it applies to Portuguese and Italian too.
"Bonito" and "linda" mean beautiful. Etc, etc. I'd sit here and tell you all the words and phrases I know, but I figure you're already bored, eh?

Anyway, when I saw Brazil playing during the World Cup, I fell in love with them for some reason. I first saw Kaka being sent off and got interested and wondered what was going on. They played well, I did some research, and the Chantal you know today is Brazilian-obsessed. I'm always tempted to call soccer "football" and spell Brazil like "Brasil". I love everything about that country except the fact that it's kind of in terrible condition, like people stealing cars all the time and what not. Ugh. But I guess it's the thought that counts.

Mark my words: I will travel to BraSil one day. My dream is to go to the 2014 World Cup. I can support USA AND Brazil, right? But we all know who's gonna win, don't we??? XD

Homework and Nigerians. Yeah.

Well, ever since I started taking government, I've been doing so much reading and answering questions. Ugh. But now I'm almost finished with the assignment I should have finished yesterday. :/ Our teacher is getting aggravated that every time she asks who finished reading, only about 3 people raise their hand, including me. Once, I was the only one who raised my hand. I felt like a nerd, but oh well, I'm a beast like that.
Moving on, next week is Igbo Day. For those unfamiliar with it, which is anybody who's not a Nigerian, it's a day when the young Igbos/Nigerians in America come to a certain venue and clash (held locally of course, wherever you live is where you go). We go parties all the time, but my siblings and I avoid for the most part, unless our parents force us to go. We're more socially-withheld from the young "Naijas" of this country, except those we know well. I generally don't like to associate myself with a lot of them because of their "holier-than-thou" outlook.
Anyway, during Igbo Day, parents, kids, teens all come and watch performances and shit, then party it up. Almost everyone shows up. My mom's taking us girls out shopping for formal stuff, dresses, shoes, etc. and the boys will probably go with dad. I'm semi-excited; it will be fun to catch up with people I haven't seen in forever. And on the other hand, I'll be forced to catch up with people I haven't seen in forever.
Because in the African community, you have to say all your "good mornings, afternoons, evenings" etc., and shake hands, and hug people you pretend to remember but really can't for shit. The whole thing's annoying, really.

By the way, I don't have an African accent. Some of my friends at school tend to ask me why I don't have one. WHY? I was born in fucking Texas. While I don't have a Texan accent, I have the farthest thing from an Igbo accent. I have the typical American accent. I only speak English, but I wish I could speak Igbo too. Oh well.

So....

So now that the World Cup is over, (Congrats Spain!!! I take back my "fuck whoever wins", I was angry as hell that Brazil was out. You know how it is.) I have nothing to completely obsess over which sucks, because I have to go back to my normal life. I was in a dream world of soccer for the longest time, and finally snapped out of it, two days after the World Cup ended. But thank Jesus that I have most of the matches (that I care about) on DVR. Thank God for DISH!
So since I last posted on the Fourth of July, I've had three drive times. The first two sucked, but the third one that I had yesterday was pretty darn good. And our teacher bought us donuts again. XD
I've also started taking government at our local community college, thanks to our school's dual program. My brother's taking it with me. It's going to be 5 weeks, and I have to wake up early everyday because class starts at 7:30 am. It's pretty interesting; my class has some pleasant intellectuals. And the teacher's pretty funny too. But there's a lot of reading to be done. Unfortunately, I couldn't sign up for Economics because I guess I came to late or something, and they only had an online class available, so now I have to go through the hell of that semester during school. Oh well, at least I'll have friends to suffer with.
On Saturday, my mom took us girls to Victoria's Secret with her $170 gift card (courtesy of Mother's Day) and bought a shit-load of stuff. Good stuff. Lotions, sprays, make-up, undergarments, you name it, we bought it. So that was fun.
I also turned in more applications, but THIS time, I turned them into the MANAGERS, and NOT the rabid employees. I only turned in three, to Aeropostale, Forever 21, and Anchor Blue. Hopefully someone calls me back.
Oh, and by the way, I'm still looking to buy a Kaka jersey. After the Cup ended, the price went from $22.00 to $9.97. So thank GOD.

And hopefully, more exciting things will happen to me this summer, because so far....LAME. I'm keeping my fingers crossed.

Traga no Português!

Translation: Bring on the Portuguese.

My goal is to learn Portuguese. Why? In honor of the Brazilian team that played brilliantly in the World Cup, with the exception of that game against those Dutch motherfuckers. I'm proud of my bonito Brazilian jogadores. Anyway, I'd been watching videos of Kaka and his team, and also Cristiano Ronaldo speaking, and I realized that I absolutely love their language. I think it sounds amazing. Compared to English, anyway. So I decided over a week ago, that I'd attempt to learn Portuguese. I'd love to say that I know a language other than English. So I just got Rosetta Stone, and all I have to do is commit and study, then I'll know all the basics. I don't know how I'll learn the grammar and stuff...maybe I'll take a Spanish class at Eastfield, since Spanish and Portuguese are similar, and since they don't offer Portuguese there. And I'm taking French III at school, but I don't think that will help, except for some cognates I guess.
Anyway, I'm out. I have a Fourth of July celebration to go to.

Happy Independence Day!!! I mean, Dia da Independência feliz!!!

Yay for Portuguese!

Well. It's all over.

You won't hear me rambling on and on about the World Cup. Now that Brazil lost 2-1 to the fucking Holland fuckers, this World Cup is nothing to me.
I still love all my bonito Brazilian jogadores.

Let's hear it one last time for BRAZIL! Woo-hoo!

So FUCK the fucking World Cup. Whoever wins, FUCK YOU. And fuck the Dutch douchebags.