sEVerELy bLUe

Today's post is about other ways to turn blue, it's going to be short since i'm not quite in the mood. So there it goes:

1. You could be a yellow shirt owned by this girl who could swear on his dead bulldog's grave that blue jeans will not, never ever, do the nasty action of undyeing (¿?) themselves and leaving a huge blue spot in your (you are the yellow shirt remember?) belly. You could then (still being the yellow shirt) have this girl owner who'd try all to undye (¿?) you even using chlorine which is known (by anybody who has been washing his/her own clothes for a long period of time) to leave you without any colour. So after that, you'd still be yellow but with this very nice blue spot in your belly with a white halo (nimbus) surrounding it.

OR...

2. You could be the girl who doesn't know how to wash different colours separately... or who actually does know but didn't have the delicacy of opening the already operating washing machine which was full of light colours and instead put the yellow shirt (yeah, now you're not the yellow shirt) in the blue jeans washing machine... (returning to the first sentence) you could be that girl and write a paper for a coming conference which is actually a crappy conference (and the paper is due in 2 days)... then let your supervisor proof read it and realise he's not gonna do it because he's on vacation and then let somebody else (from whom the commentaries really really matter) read it and realise (by yourself) that the paper was not good at all in the first place. And then depress and eat chocolate which you actually don't have and can't go n buy at the store in front because it's already 10 pm and it's closed... and you're fat. Then you'd really turn blue.

Salam

how to turn extraordinarily blue

Well, I guess this is one of the crucial questions that i should be solving when my blog is called extra-terrestrially blue. I think I thought of that question yesterday when remembering my mom. Being so far away and so incredibly immature (as I've been recently described), when I get scared (...like when there's a monster below my bed...or when the f***ng switch of my flat makes that damn buzzing noise and I don't know why, or when the damn scallies are outside my flat being nasty) I hug my bear (yeah! I don't care the immigration officer's opinion when he asks "you do study a PhD right?" after getting a glance of my Fuzzy bear) and start thinking about my mom. When I was little, so little I was barely visible (as you can witness how little I still am) my mom used to tell me stories when trying to make me sleep without using chloroform, valium or any other non-admited way of sleeping children... One of those days when she was R-E-A-L-L-Y tired and I was particularly annoying, and she had already ran out of reused stories, she started talking about the story of why my (then favourite, now disappeared) blue carebear was blue. It went something like this:

Mom: "Once upon a time, there was this really nice, easy going, friendly bear who liked very much to sleep (thus the name sleepybear). Although he was very nice he also was quite stubborn and always wanted to do his will. He lived in a cabin in the middle of the forest with another friend. Both of them were very beautiful brown bears (such as bears should be) and were very good friends. Surrounding the cabin there was a bush of very nice blue berries which were nourished by the bigger bear (the one that wasn't sleepy bear)....... Then, you have to integrate x squared from zero to..."
Me: "Huh????!!!! Mooooooooooooooooom you're sleeping!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Mom: "Wha..? where? oh, sorry.... Ok, where was I? Oh, ok... the bigger bear loved his blueberries and was taking care of them for the annual marmalade fair in town, he was aware of how..... the circumpherence of a circle can be calculated as...."
Me: "Moooooooooooooooooom!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Mom: oh yeah... Ok, the bigger bear was aware of how much sleepy bear wanted to get a taste of the blueberries, and always reminded him that he would have to wait until they were ripe enough to eat.... because when the electric resistance is calculated by the sine of the.....
Me: "aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!! what??????????"
Mom:" oh, sorry.... Then there was one day, when bigger bear went out to get some groceries. As usual he reminded sleepy bear not to eat the blueberries because they weren't ripe enough. Anyway, he went to the grocery store and left sleepy bear. Sleepy bear was really trying not to look at the blueberries which could be seen from his window, but he couldn't help it and he went out to get some and calm his apetite..... which by the way can be described as an hyperbolic trajectory...."
Me: "damn!"
Mom: "....was I sleeping? ok, well, as you know, blueberries when they have still not ripened have a very different colour which is kind of turquoisish or acqua, and that is because they haven't become completely blue. Well, after eating the unripened blueberries, sleepy bear started feeling a little ill, and then he realised that something funny was happening to him, he was turning blue!!!!! Of course, when he came back, bigger bear realised that sleepy bear had eaten a big amount of his precious blueberries. He was not mad, he was actually amused by the fact that sleepy bear was now blue, he cared for sleepy bear while he felt ill (which was about a week....."
Me: "zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz"

So I didn't get to hear what happened after that... and of course my mom didn't remember anything the next day because she was making all up. And that is one of the ways one can turn blue, and also that is the reason why I believe that acqua is a kind of blue, when everybody else thinks (wrongly) that it's actually a kind of green.

Additional comments about this post:

• Yes, I did have a carebear which is cheesy, and I don't care
• Yes, I do have a fuzzy bear with which I usually sleep and which I hug vehemently when scared.... I don't care
• Yes, I know I souldn't be telling this kind of stories because they're cheesy... I don't care
• Yes, I'm immature... I'm trying to deal with it.... I'm also trying to deal with global warming and can't do anything about it.
• Yes, I haven't finished my damn article which is due next week.... I do care... so I'll start right now.