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.

A-l-e-x-a

Gosh, you're so beautiful Alexa. Ok, so I went shopping with my aunt today. Is there something more pleasant than shoping? I mean, I don't want to sound materialistic but I love shopping when I have a lot of discount, (léase VAMOS LOS JUEVES!) so it's pretty cool. My gifts are: the most amazing purse from Prüne, a wonderful shirt form Complot and a white jacket form Ver. I'm very happy.

Spring time.

I hate spring day. I don't hate spring at all, it's my favourite season and my birthday's on spring. But I hate this day. I guess that it has to do with all the people that go out and that. But today was a great day, actually the first spring day that I've enjoyed in years. I went to Caro's house and we had lunch (two bugers each, that were delicious by the way), we watched a movie, it was fucking sad but it didn't matter, we had tea and ate brownies made by moi. We talked a lot it was amazing.
But I should study right now so bye. You all have a nice day, don't hate it like me. Oh and happy day for all students.

Id, ego, and super-ego.

Ok, here we go.

Seize the day. Gather ye rosebuds while ye may.

 I'm lazy. But it's ok, I manage in my own lazyness. I do everything I'm supposed to do and all (almost every time) but I want to do more and I feel bad because I think that I don't make a difference the way I should. I'm too tired, that's my problem. For example, I don't want to go to LV tomorrow and it will be ok because I always go but I'm going to go anyway because I'm trying to do more things even though going to an El Problema del Conocimiento lesson won't change the world. Fucking me.
 I'm really into my Literary Studies lessons, they are brilliant. I hate being there alone surrounded by, let's say, not the people that I want to be surrounded by (I'm not talking about everybody, I like some of the girls). But my Thursdays are not so terrible in the end because I love the subject, Pedagogy was shit because I wasn't crazy about it and it wasn't all that good (at the beginning since I ended up loving it in the end).
 I'm off to read if I don't want to make a fool of myself tomorrow. Goodbye.

Truth is like a blanket that always leaves your feet cold. You push it, you stretch it, it'll never be enough. You kick at it, beat it, it'll never cover any of us. From the moment we enter crying to the moment we leave dying, it'll just cover your face as you wail and cry and scream.

I went into the woods because I wished to live deliberately. I wanted to live deep and suck out all the marrow of life... to put to rout all that was not life; and not, when I came to die, discover that I had not lived.

WHAT TEACHERS MAKE (or if things don't work out you can always go to law school).

He says the problem with teachers is
What's a kid going to learn
from someone who decided his best option in life
was to become a teacher?
He reminds the other dinner guests that it's true
what they say about teachers:
Those who can, do; those who can't, teach.

I decide to bite my tongue instead of his
and resist the temptation to remind the other dinner guests
that it's also true what they say about lawyers.

Because we're eating, after all, and this is polite company.

I mean, you're a teacher, Taylor.
Be honest. What do you make?

And I wish he hadn't done that
(asked me to be honest)
because, you see, I have a policy in my classroom
about honesty and ass-kicking:
if you ask for it, then I have to let you have it.

You want to know what I make?

I make kids work harder than they ever thought they could.
I can make a C+ feel like a Congressional Medal of Honor
and an A- feel like a slap in the face.
How dare you waste my time
with anything less than your very best.

I make kids sit through 40 minutes of study hall
in absolute silence. No, you may not work in groups.
No, you may not ask a question, so put your hand down.
Why won't I let you go to the bathroom?
Because you're bored.
And you don't really have to go to the bathroom, do you?

I make parents tremble in fear when I call home:
Hi, this is Mr. Mali. I hope I haven't called at a bad time,
I just wanted to talk to you about something your son said today.
To the biggest bully in the class, he said,
"Leave the kid alone, I still cry sometimes, don't you?
And it was the noblest act of courage I have ever seen.

I make parents see their children for who they are
and what they can be.

You want to know what I make?

I make kids wonder,
I make them question,
I make them criticize.
I make them apologize and mean it.
I make them write, write, write.
And then I make them read.
I make them spell definitely beautiful, definitely beautiful, definitely beautiful
over and over again until they will never misspell
either one of those words again.
I make them show all their work in math
and hide it on their final drafts in English.
I make them understand if you've got this (brains),
then you follow this (heart),
and if someone ever tries to judge you
by what you make, you give them this (the finger).

Here let me break it down for you, so you know what I say it's true:
Teachers make a goddamn difference! Now what about you?


by Taylor Mali

I want to play handball again.

Although those shoes affect your step don't forget whose legs you're on.

I hate the fact that mornings are cold and the rest of the day is pretty warm. I want real spring and summer back.

Hahaha.

Limericks.

1-
Roasalina, a pretty young lass
Had a truly magnificent ass;
Not rounded and pink,
As you probably think -
It was gray, had long ears and ate grass.


2-
There was a young harlot from Kew
Who filled her vagina with glue.
She said with a grin,
"If they pay to get in,
They'll pay to get out of it too."

All consuming love.