a post for the brithday boy
Tho day B for birthday was yesterday (sorry this comes late), here it's a BIG happy birthday to you, Weez.
See? HAPPY BIRHTDAY!!!!!
I hope you enjoyed the caramel frappuccino and killed all those motherfuckas (now im moving my head like that purple monkey you have) on WoW.
cry on hold
Last night i sensed a tear making its way to my left eye and i thought "hey, maybe tonight i'll cry out all the shit ive been keeping inside for months" but i fell asleep before that started to happen.
Tonight at Oscar's show a tear made it to my right eye, helped by certain lyrics that reminded me of things, but i decided that was the furtherst it would go, and the only one that would come out, cause it wasnt the adequate moment, nor place.
A brief remark about the show: it was a lot better than i expected. I liked the music, liked the lyrics and of course loved seeing one of my closest friends up in stage living out a dream. I spent most of the show thrilled to pieces, except obviously during that one or two songs when i had a lump in my throat.
Anyway, this post was about those little water drops we call tears and how ive been keeping them on the edge everytime they've surfaced, for doing it at the worst possible time, in the worst possible place.
About how i look forward to a good cry cause i know it'd leave me feeling much better.
I dont like these ups and downs. I dont like this im hopeless-im hopefull.
I hate these thoughts that cross my head way too often lately. These thoughts where i blame myself for being stupid, when others are the ones to blame. These thoughts where i think im worthless. Where i think im never good enough.
pon un gersito en tu vida
Im grining like an idiot. Actually im laughing out loud. It's one of those few times when you actually laugh at the same time that you type "hahaha".
I wasnt much in the mood of going out tonight, but Mario called and this guy has the strange ability of always convincing me to join the party. So there we go, party.
Him, Serg and I on a same msn window with this state of stupidity we're in is hilarious.
Oh boy, do i love them!
On a totally unrelated note: today's been my second day of class and my first english class in spanish. How stupid is that? They were conjugating verbs and learning superlatives.
Good - Better - The Best.
Awesomeness. A class i wont have to attent and in which i can get a good mark.
Listening: Counting Crows - American girls.
pukkelpop
After over 3 years sharing every single second i had to let her go. The new job made me take it off.
Now im gonna be the only one of us 3 who doesnt wear it.
And thats not a simple pukkelpop 2003 bracelet.
Anyway, all memories from that journey will surely remain, with or without a crappy piece of cloth.
/hugs
Im speechless. And tearful.
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