Che,

alguien le debería comentar que no me cabe para nada el suspenso.

Puta que soy.

Jaja, debería tener un twitter para poner cosas tales como:
Hacer cosas de las que después te arrepentís.
Le voy a pedir una sesión intensiva de twitter a Dan Rivero así me hago one.

The lovers.

Up from the pastures of boredom
out from the sea of discontent
they come in packs like hungry hounds
the seekers of the dark enchantment.

They haunt the boulevards and bars
they pray to wishing wells and stars
they ride the hurricane of hope
not looking back but on they go
toward the distance and deceiving
and all the while they keep believing
that they are special and apart
the lovers, the lovers of the heart... the lovers.


And when they pair off two by two
they feel they are the chosen few
and though their beds are made of straw
they feel like velvet in the night
and so the night is never ending
it’s made of distance and pretending
because they’re special and apart
the lovers, the lovers of the heart... the lovers.


And when love goes away
and when goes...
goodbye...
catches in their throats like cotton
rises in their hearts like rain
the good times suddenly are all forgotten
the hunt begins again.


They search the subways and the streets
their faces tired, like their feet
their bodies aching to be warm
and so they hide behind the moon
their loneliness inside them growing
but they take comfort in just knowing
that they are special and apart
the lovers, the lovers of the heart... the lovers.


And when love comes again
and when love comes
hello...
rises from their throats like singing
catches in their hearts like wind
the good things
strangers in their arms are bringing
makes life all right again.

They turn their faces to the light
no longer hiding in the night
so unashamed and unafraid
that they can face each other’s faults
and though the waltz will have its ending
there is no harm in just pretending
that they are special and apart
the lovers, the lovers of the heart... the lovers.

To new beginnings, right?

Coming out of the darkness. New hopes, new dreams...

Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah! Happiness!

This was everything I wanted. I didn't mind not getting outstanding grades in everything else. I wanted to do GREAT in Phonetics (my favourite subject and what I want to do for the rest of my life) and I surprisingly did. 10 10 10 10 10 10. A ten in the oral was the best thing that happened to me, it made me feel so happy. I haven't felt this happy in quite some time now and it's good to feel like this for a change. It's over for now. 9 subjects in and one to go in March! I'm on holidayyyyyyyyyy!

Pe a jota a.

Quiero sacar las fotos de Voldemort del blog pero me da paja. Otra cosa que me da paja es estudiar Language en este preciso momento.

22nd I'm waiting for you and not for the reasons you might be thinking!

So, a week has gone by. I had four exams this week. I passed three: Grammar I, Lengua Castellana II and Literary Studies but I failed El Problema del Conocimiento, fucking good-for-nothing subject. If I had wanted to study Philosophy I fucking would have, you bitch! Nevermind, I'll do it in March, no big deal but it pisses me off. I have three more exams to go this week: Language I, Sujetos de la Educación and Phonetics I. I feel confident about the three of them but I have to study a lot. Goodbye.

He-who-must-not-be-named.

"It's so hard to come to terms with the fact that he doesn't care about you, that he has just forgotten you and he's moving on with someone else. I just can't let go :( But it's time and I have to. I need to understand it's over for him. I'm leaving him alone, I'm letting him go because that's what he wants. It breaks my heart but I can't deal with this anymore... I'm crushed. I have to accept he is over me, he does not love me... I'm letting go...."

-I hope my former English teacher Juli never sees this because she wrote it but it summarizes how I feel pretty well too. These past few days have been the worst. If I pass the subjects tomorrow, it will be a miracle and a dream come true.

indignación.

(Del lat. indignatĭo, -ōnis).
1. f. Enojo, ira, enfado vehemente contra una persona o contra sus actos.

-Eso es lo que sentí hoy cuando vi la asunción.

I wish YOU a happy birthday.

♥

Alexa Chung won the British Fashion Award, again.

Puto de mierda.

Someone like you.

I heard that you settled down,
That you found a girl and you're married now,
I heard that your dreams came true,
Guess she gave you things I didn't give to you,
Old friend, why are you so shy?
Ain't like you to hold back or hide from the light.

I hate to turn up out of the blue uninvited,
But I couldn't stay away, I couldn't fight it,
I had hoped you'd see my face,
And that you'd be reminded that for me it isn't over.

Never mind, I'll find someone like you,
I wish nothing but the best for you, too,
Don't forget me, I beg,
I remember you said,
"Sometimes it lasts in love,
But sometimes it hurts instead."

You know how the time flies,
Only yesterday was the time of our lives,
We were born and raised in a summer haze,
Bound by the surprise of our glory days.

I hate to turn up out of the blue uninvited,
But I couldn't stay away, I couldn't fight it,
I had hoped you'd see my face,
And that you'd be reminded that for me it isn't over.

Never mind, I'll find someone like you,
I wish nothing but the best for you, too,
Don't forget me, I beg,
I remember you said,
"Sometimes it lasts in love,
But sometimes it hurts instead."

Nothing compares,
No worries or cares,
Regrets and mistakes, they're memories made,
Who would have known how bittersweet this would taste?

Nevermind, I'll find someone like you,
I wish nothing but the best for you,
Don't forget me, I beg,
I remember you said,
"Sometimes it lasts in love,
But sometimes it hurts instead."

Our fantastic way to spend a Saturday/Sunday night.

♥

Ya tengo la entradaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa.

Quilmes Rock 2012.

http://www.arcticmonkeys.com/gigs.php?id=563
THIS can't even make me feel happy. If this can't make me feel any better then I'm seriously fucked. Seriously fucked.

The English Language.

The English Language is
a kingdom
and
a sleeping beauty.

You must
awaken her
in yourself,
and the whole kingdom 
will come to life
and be
yours.

"Love will fly if held too lightly, love will die if held too tightly."

I need you.

Through thick and thin.

Great Saturday night with my best and Vero. Suchhhhh a laugh we had.

Do not be afraid of the semicolon; it can be most useful.

Fuck Sir Ernest Gowers. Of course I'm afraid of the semicolon!

My beautiful pianist.

Fucking 9.

Have a cigarette!

No thanks. I've stopped smoking.

-I hate seagulls-Kate Nash.

(...)

But I have a friend
with whom I like to spend
any time I can find.

I like spleeping in your bed
I like knowing what is going on inside your head
I like taking time
And I like your mind
And I like when your hand is in mine.

(...)

And my heart skips a bit every time that we meet
It's been a while and now your smile
Is almost like a memory
But then you're back and I am fine cause you're with me
and I'm in love with you.

And I can't find the words to make it sound unique
But honestly you make me...strong!
I can't believe I found someone this kind
I hope we carry on, cause you're so nice
And I'm in love with you
Love with you.

Meow.

 Fucking speechless.

Birthday party.

19 already.

Life's a bitch.

I'm feeling super positive today.

I'm mega fuckstruck Part II.

So, here are some pictures from my birthday and some of last Saturday. In the first ones I'm with my kind of second cousin Santino (he's actually my cousin's son), then with Eze, my mom, my aunt and the beautiful cat that practically lives at my aunts. Isn't he/she gorgeous? (We don't know the sex yet).
I moved last Thursday and it's all a mess and to make matters worse I have Faringitis. Fuck me.

I fucking lost the bet.

It's cool Her, I don't mind buying you a dinner but I wanted to win so badly haha! You know why.
I thought I had done terrible in my Literature exam but no, I got a 9 and I couldn't be happier.
I'll upload the rest of my birthday pictures later. I have a headache now.

Dress like a pilgrim on the outside and a whore underneath.

So, I'm nineteen. On Sunday I was thinking about what I was going to say the first time somebody asks my age after my birthday. And a motherfucker asked me on Monday. I had no choice but to say: I'm nineteen years old. My birthday totally exceeded my expectations by the way. The girls came and we had a fantastic time. And Sunday was also a total success too!

Oh God, one day and I'm nineteen.

Pup's cooking "Motherfucking Sexy Brownies" for my birthday party. Isn't she the cutest or what?

By the way: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vj77WwnCdHw&feature=player_embedded&noredirect=1 ♥

I am a born teacher.

:) I can't believe Lezcano told me that. I really needed to hear those words.

I hate Tuesdays.

Fuck me.

Birthday presents.

I'm boring today, that's why I'm doing all this. But I'm going to bed now. Goodbye.

 My shirt looks like this one but it's a bit different, I couldn't find mine. Or maybe it is this one but I think it's different.

 My purse.

My jacket is this one except for the fact that mine's white instead of denim.