lunes, 28 de febrero de 2011
How could you lie to me right to my face?
Well, when school is over you begin to realize who is a nice human being and who isn't. Who you want to still talk to. Who's worth it. And I'm very happy that she finally came to her senses and realized all of those things. And it was really nice to hear that you had made a mistake in the past. I liked our talk, it was lovely. Now we will all probably meet on saturday and the great thing is that there won't be any undesirable people around.
domingo, 27 de febrero de 2011
sábado, 26 de febrero de 2011
Together we'll find something to direct some laughter at.
On friday I woke up at 6 am, I went to LV and I got there at 8 am. I had to wait half an hour to get in and one hour to start the exam. And more than two hours to be able to go away. It was ok, I thought I was going to be more diffucult, but I dunno, maybe I won't pass; I dunno what they are looking for. I'll know if I can do the oral on thursday. And on friday I have the oral exam, which sucks because I'm afraid and embarrased to have a nice british pronunciation and I'm intimidated, terrified, and I'm sure I'll have a stupid american accent, and I'll get stuck and it will be horrible. I just wish I get a good mark so that my oral won't fuck everything up. The sad thing is that if it does, I'll never be able to forgive myself just for the fact that I know I have a very good british pronunciation (modestia a un lado), even if nobody knows it. I'm anxious, nervous and I want to die. Moving on, I went out with my mom and my aunt and it was a beautiful girl's day. I love them. Sadly, I have a terrible headache now.
viernes, 25 de febrero de 2011
jueves, 24 de febrero de 2011
I'm about to die.
miércoles, 23 de febrero de 2011
EDS
I have a friend, with whom I like to spend anytime I can find with
I like sleeping 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.
My heart skips a beat everytime we meet
It's been a while and now your smile is almost like a memory
But then you're back and I'm fine because 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've found someone this kind
I hope we carry on
Because you're so nice and I'm in love with you.
I like sleeping 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.
My heart skips a beat everytime we meet
It's been a while and now your smile is almost like a memory
But then you're back and I'm fine because 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've found someone this kind
I hope we carry on
Because you're so nice and I'm in love with you.
martes, 22 de febrero de 2011
Everybody thinks that girl's so fine,
Everybody's like ''I'll make her mine!''
Everybody thinks she's a bit of all right but I think that she's not so nice!
Every guy's looking in her eyes,
Every guy's checking out her thigh
Everyone thinks that girl's a lady -but I don't.
I think that girl's shady.
I'll just read a book instead,
I don't care if we're just friends.
I can hang out with myself
I'm old enough now to pretend.
I'll just read a book instead.
I know that you think she's best
I don't even think she cares,
I don't know what you see...
There's nothing there.
But I think she's a bitch.
Everybody's like ''I'll make her mine!''
Everybody thinks she's a bit of all right but I think that she's not so nice!
Every guy's looking in her eyes,
Every guy's checking out her thigh
Everyone thinks that girl's a lady -but I don't.
I think that girl's shady.
I'll just read a book instead,
I don't care if we're just friends.
I can hang out with myself
I'm old enough now to pretend.
I'll just read a book instead.
I know that you think she's best
I don't even think she cares,
I don't know what you see...
There's nothing there.
But I think she's a bitch.
domingo, 20 de febrero de 2011
sábado, 19 de febrero de 2011
viernes, 18 de febrero de 2011
jueves, 17 de febrero de 2011
My list of loves.
1-Ezequiel Damián Saracco.
2-My family (mom, aunt, dad, brother).
3-My beautiful and beloved 3 friends (Sis, Pup, Toli).
4-English.
5-Arctic Monkeys.
6-My aunt's food.
7-Fashion.
8-Tea and Pepsi.
9-My favourite music.
10-My favourite tv programmes and movies.
Quite stupid my list right? Well, I love it.
2-My family (mom, aunt, dad, brother).
3-My beautiful and beloved 3 friends (Sis, Pup, Toli).
4-English.
5-Arctic Monkeys.
6-My aunt's food.
7-Fashion.
8-Tea and Pepsi.
9-My favourite music.
10-My favourite tv programmes and movies.
Quite stupid my list right? Well, I love it.
miércoles, 16 de febrero de 2011
martes, 15 de febrero de 2011
She hates you?? No, no. I hate YOU. (Fucking whore, I wish you could just disappear).
I want a perssian cat, Feli is the most beautiful cat I have ever seen in my entire life.
Juli I know you'll never read this but you're the most amazing teacher ever.
I want Colin Firth to win the Oscar.
I want to have money, so that I can buy clothes and shoes and bags.
I want to get rid of my fucking entrance exam and just get into LV.
I want my pain to go away, my physical and mental pain, both of them.
And I don't remember right now what else I want. But I will soon and I'll write it down.
I want a perssian cat, Feli is the most beautiful cat I have ever seen in my entire life.
Juli I know you'll never read this but you're the most amazing teacher ever.
I want Colin Firth to win the Oscar.
I want to have money, so that I can buy clothes and shoes and bags.
I want to get rid of my fucking entrance exam and just get into LV.
I want my pain to go away, my physical and mental pain, both of them.
And I don't remember right now what else I want. But I will soon and I'll write it down.
lunes, 14 de febrero de 2011
Happy Valentine's Day.
"The word 'love' is a short and simple one, and yet it is so complex and diverse in meaning. So many fine and terrible things are done in its name, but what is it exactly? Is it a 'many-splendored thing'? Or does it bring more tragedy than joy? Is it a burden, a prison, an agony to be endured? It is all this things and more-unpredictable, wayward, uncertain. 'The course of true love never did run smooth', wrote Shakespeare. But in the end we might not be nearer knowing what love is. Perhaps only the answer lies in the words of Tagore, Indias's most famous poet: Love is an endless mistery, for it has nothing else to explain."
viernes, 11 de febrero de 2011
sábado, 5 de febrero de 2011
martes, 1 de febrero de 2011
Don't be shy.
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