HAPPY 2010???

What can I say? I never really liked New Year's...you know, the end of one year, the beginning of the next. Not my piece of cake. And then all the trash flying around especially BECAUSE it's the end of the decade. AND because we're two years closer to the "end of the world" oh I quiver with fear.
Nope.
The thing that does worry me is that the entire world is one year older.
FSSSST FSSST BANG BANG......at least we had some damn good firecrackers.

Should I?

Should I be posting? I think the answer it yes. But no matter. Ozie's coming in like two days, I got a really nice bag for my birthday, I'm looking for I job a school that dosen't invlove selling my soul to whoever wants it to get the money to get in, I'm gonna party with my friends, listen to good music, read(I just got a book of the entire works of Federico Garcìa Lorca), draw, play piano, drink coffee, play with my cosin, and not mind the online world so much....oh, and also shopping.



P.S. I'll soon blog about an amazing muscian everyone should know about.

IT'S MY BIRTHDAY AND I CAN DIE IF I WANT TO!

Wow, so it's already been a year and this blog is still alive. Or more like, I am still alive. Didn't really think I'd make it intact through such a crazy year as this has been but as you can see I did(unless someone's hacking into my account and writing foolishness on my blog. In that case I'm most likely dead and you should all be mourning for me). For the most part this has been a year full of changes, crazyness, and emotional decisions. I either met great people I didn't know before, (Mel, Tina, Nat, Eman) or refreshed a bond with the ones I did know, (Ozie, Esty, Fran). I got to live in a different contry, learn a third language, and a different culture, (I'll love you forever Spain).
I had a wild, twisted, angry, funny, foolish, sad, loud, wasted, tired, difficult, emotional year. A year that I'll always remeber with a smile and nostaglia.
Happy Birthday to Me.

I guess it's officially official....

So it has been for the past month.
Yeah, you guessed it.
I'll miss Ozie, I'll miss Esty, I'll miss Esty's boys. I'll miss being a foreigner, speaking a different language, having to do with a different culture. I'll miss the city, large, modern, full of life. I'll miss Ozie's and mine weekly trips to it on our freeday, and coming back more exhausted than when we left. I'll miss L'Eliana, Mercadona, Open Core, and the Emo Square. I'll miss training. I'll even miss the two kilometers from the metro stop to our house. I swear. I'll miss the spanish food. I'll miss Eman and all the retarded names we gave each other for all the sports we'd challenge each other to (Jean Claude, Buga Buga...)
Bah...to heck with it all....I'll miss Spain.

Nasty Times

I can't say I know much of what's going on, except that I'm very confused right now. When I say "Nasty times" I twistedly quote "Hard Times" from Charles Dickens, a brilliant man much better at explaining emotions than I am. The book hasn't much to do with this, but I liked the title anyway. I don't know what to do, where to go from here. I don't know how to fix the messes, how to build the bridges I've torn down. In the end I'll just make a thicker wall...

Thoughts

When your head and your heart are pulling in two opposite directions so furiously they are ripping your soul apart, which way do you follow?
When you're so tired it hurts to breath, and yet sleep eludes you, are sleeping pills ethical?
When the changes you've been trying to make for three years aren't happening, is giving up allowed?
Why are tears equated with sorrow? Dry eyes are much more despairing.
Is being afraid someone won't remember you a good reason not to call the person who means the world to you?
Is hate really a reason, or just and excuse not to live?
But anyways, I'm blabbering. Shut me up.

Has it ever occured to you...

....why in movies it shows all the cool people crack their knuckles before they beat each other up???

Is that supposed to be scary?

Really, it just means they have a bad habit.