Dias passing one after another
unbearable heat makes my brain trying desperately to escape through my ears. I honestly can not do so hot. I fool, I fell asleep today date in which I had to introduce me to an end. I want to kill me, it was sooo easy, and what is worse is that my colleagues presented without having studied anything!
Well, I'm not doing to bad blood go about it. Now I have to study for one or two subjects more and see what happens.
I die of desire to write, I have some sketches lying around, but at the right time when the inspiration hits my door I have should be studying or reading, or worse I have no paper! And improve the situation. For now I have to focus my energies on something else.
I'm going mini-vacation to Ushuaia with Sebastian, and could not be happier. I can have discussions with family, with people at work, problems in the facu and all that, but I'm happy, I have I set goals and meet them. It sounds so corny that I am disgusted, but it's reality for the first time, I'm not interested.
Tuesday, February 21, 2006
Friday, February 17, 2006
Wrist Band Colour Meaning
HE FINISHED THE EXAMENEEEEESSSSSS!
Yes, after a month of infamous torture, post-traumatic stress to see that would introduce a second convovatoria, and the final pass of the weekend studying for ditrayente always be in the company of my partner (joer, is the latter makes me weird question ... will get used d) I can say quite peacefully and personal satisfaction:
PU HE PASSED ALL SUBJECTS !!!!!!!!!!!! + + +
To say then that hard work never pays off.
And if you have not stuck up or nearly hit, the better.
Ale, learn from the master!
(god, seriously ... I am a very bad example to follow)
Anyway ... my life finally begins to make sense again !!!!!!!!!!!!
Yes, after a month of infamous torture, post-traumatic stress to see that would introduce a second convovatoria, and the final pass of the weekend studying for ditrayente always be in the company of my partner (joer, is the latter makes me weird question ... will get used d) I can say quite peacefully and personal satisfaction:
PU HE PASSED ALL SUBJECTS !!!!!!!!!!!! + + +
To say then that hard work never pays off.
And if you have not stuck up or nearly hit, the better.
Ale, learn from the master!
(god, seriously ... I am a very bad example to follow)
Anyway ... my life finally begins to make sense again !!!!!!!!!!!!
Wednesday, February 15, 2006
Letter For Inviting Guests For Wedding
solamentehumana @ 2006-02-16T01: 35:00
over a week ago I'm fighting against a large field program that I owe to college, all my energy (or most of them) are engaged in desperate attempt to assimilate the knowledge. I long for a time with me to read that JLB Fictions eagerly waiting on the dresser in my room and I'm holding to force my will to write.
Over this time, fully renovated, or at least in the beginning of the change, my will be moved elsewhere. I'm intrigued to explore different topics, I have really wanted to write essays, not yet what, but there are a number of issues that lead to the distance (elections, adolescence, vocation). I think I'm hurt all that more or less I'm leaving behind. I wanted this new journal did not contain many things about me and perhaps my thoughts. Less emotion, more arguments. But, I am studying psychology and my sencible facet can not be tamed yet, I'm in full self-study and I have wanted to say too much.
I'm about to start fully immersed in the difficult adult life that awaits me, and against thought everything so far, I'm happy. Peaceful. Expectantly.
want many things, unlikely to be met mostly, but I want life to surprise me with their money. Stolen Innocence
over a week ago I'm fighting against a large field program that I owe to college, all my energy (or most of them) are engaged in desperate attempt to assimilate the knowledge. I long for a time with me to read that JLB Fictions eagerly waiting on the dresser in my room and I'm holding to force my will to write.
Over this time, fully renovated, or at least in the beginning of the change, my will be moved elsewhere. I'm intrigued to explore different topics, I have really wanted to write essays, not yet what, but there are a number of issues that lead to the distance (elections, adolescence, vocation). I think I'm hurt all that more or less I'm leaving behind. I wanted this new journal did not contain many things about me and perhaps my thoughts. Less emotion, more arguments. But, I am studying psychology and my sencible facet can not be tamed yet, I'm in full self-study and I have wanted to say too much.
I'm about to start fully immersed in the difficult adult life that awaits me, and against thought everything so far, I'm happy. Peaceful. Expectantly.
want many things, unlikely to be met mostly, but I want life to surprise me with their money. Stolen Innocence
Monday, February 13, 2006
Astrology Marriage Chart Compatibility
1 st Poetry Ser
Children
strewn streets
In the dark corners at the entrance of fine restaurants
At the traffic lights and between cars.
'm Begging As
It had never
As
deserve a couple of coins with his life is extinguished
The innocence is lost between lust and violence
elderly adults with
laughing
bursting bellies liquor and ice.
They
Silent
trying to silence their cries
bellies. Their bodies shaky
Move
avoiding contempt in the face of the Other. Fatigue and fear
and hands to bring horrors
intrusive rather touching
The day ends
Our children
dirty
dried her tears and smile.
may all change tomorrow
but will not dream
small flowers and colors. We sat
drown cowardice
as time destroys a soul more. Starting
Children
strewn streets
In the dark corners at the entrance of fine restaurants
At the traffic lights and between cars.
'm Begging As
It had never
As
deserve a couple of coins with his life is extinguished
The innocence is lost between lust and violence
elderly adults with
laughing
bursting bellies liquor and ice.
They
Silent
trying to silence their cries
bellies. Their bodies shaky
Move
avoiding contempt in the face of the Other. Fatigue and fear
and hands to bring horrors
intrusive rather touching
The day ends
Our children
dirty
dried her tears and smile.
may all change tomorrow
but will not dream
small flowers and colors. We sat
drown cowardice
as time destroys a soul more. Starting
How To Master Batmaterials
again!
Here I am again trying to sketch out my journal. Dissatisfied as was the previous one, this new version to better reflect what I am. Enough of silly nicknames behind which to hide, meaningless names and people do not exist. We are big enough and smart enough to set aside such nonsense. No?
Maybe not everyone, but I can consider myself one of the lucky few in this regard. I returned from my attempted escape, ends up helping to meet the being who I am and what was hidden. Now, despite still reeling in my footsteps, I want to share with everyone what I am and how proud I am to be.
This newspaper will differ quite a bit of previous for many reasons. I update it more often, use it to my madness exparcir unexpected places and spread a little to others. Poems, comments on all kinds trials of life, simple thoughts that run through my head, will be dumped here to be praised or stoned as they see fit or necessary.
Without further ado, I leave for a while, to return and be millions.
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