Mes crucial
Y comenzamos Junio… sexto mes del año, mes clave, mes importante, mes sumamente estresante. Aquí se resuelve todo: desde la situación académica final en la universidad de cara al período de exámenes/repetes hasta mi propia situación personal, en espera de la tan ansiada confirmación de que tendré por fin mi visita en Julio. No he querido hacer ningún plan para las vacaciones de invierno probablemente por dos razones: una, por respeto al desconocimiento de cómo acabaré en exactamente un mes más (tal vez por miedo, tal vez porque no quiero pecar de exceso de confianza); la otra, porque precisamente de recibir la confirmación de que Rose vendrá a Chile debo estar absolutamente libre de deberes, es por eso también que la lucha este semestre en la U será no sólo aprobar todo, sino también hacerlo sin recurrir al temido examen final.
Y es que el temido examen de fin de semestre académico es casi 100% seguro que se llevará a cabo en Julio, posiblemente en la primera quincena de dicho mes, por consiguiente durante esos primeros 15 días no estaré para nada disponible y necesitaré concentrar fuerzas en dar el último esfuerzo. Ahora, si el viaje se confirma para Julio como es de esperar, lo más recomendable será no dar exámenes, pero obviamente para eso no debo necesitarlos, y para lo anterior debo aprobar los cursos sin necesidad de recurrir a ellos x).
Pasando a otro plano, será crucial también la preparación tanto física como psicológica, porque creo que éste va a ser un mes difícil. Estos días ya empiezan a ser más frecuentes los días nublados o con lluvia, casi todos más o menos helados, lo cual ya da indicios de que el invierno está acercándose… por lo tanto hacer ejercicio (trote es lo único que se me viene a la cabeza) será complicado, ando viendo por dietas, creo que ya no como como antes, pero el metabolismo se adapta y dentro de poco ya no será tan efectivo… algo tendré que hacer. Espero hacer frente al stress en varias facetas, sería lo mejor, porque creo que serán dos meses bastante movidos para mí.
När jag blir stor ska jag bli en bedbug
Jag ska ligga i människors sängar. Ofta tar jag det bara lugnt men ibland så kommer jag känna för att äta lite. Jag kommer äta kött. Ibland så kommer människan att försvinna, men det gör inget, jag kommer att klara mig flera år utan att äta. Då kommer jag bara att ligga där och vänta på att människan ska dyka upp igen. Min mage kommer inte att värka för jag vet, jag vet hur utgången kommer att bli till slut. Människan kommer att efter många om och men, komma krypande till sängen. Då kommer jag vara beredd, utan att vara för ivrig. Jag kommer äta kött och det kommer vara röda fläckar kvar i sängen nästa dag.
De kommer att hata mig, de kommer att stanna vakna hela natten i ett hörn i rummet, i rädsla för att krypa ner i sängen igen. De kommer att skrika, riva i sin egna hud med sina naglar. De kommer att försöka utrota mig med bekämpningsmedel och eukalyptusolja.
Det de inte förstår är att jag kommer alltid att vinna.
My favorite song: ABBA - Thank You for the Music
I’m nothing special, in fact I’m a bit of a bore
If I tell a joke, you’ve probably heard it before
But I have a talent, a wonderful thing
‘Cause everyone listens when I start to sing
I’m so grateful and proud
All I want is to sing it out loud
So I say
Thank you for the music, the songs I’m singing
Thanks for all the joy they’re bringing
Who can live without it, I ask in all honesty
What would life be?
Without a song or a dance what are we?
So I say thank you for the music
For giving it to me
Mother says I was a dancer before I could walk
(M’M)She says I began to sing long before I could talk
And I’ve often wondered, how did it all start
Who found out that nothing can capture a heart
Like a melody can
Well, whoever it was, I’m a fan
So I say
Thank you for the music, the songs I’m singing
Thanks for all the joy they’re bringing
Who can live without it, I ask in all honesty
What would life be?
Without a song or a dance what are we?
So I say thank you for the music
For giving it to me
I’ve been so lucky, I am the girl with golden hair
I wanna sing it out to everybody
What a joy, what a life, what a chance!
Thank you for the music, the songs I’m singing
Thanks for all the joy they’re bringing
Who can live without it, I ask in all honesty
What would life be?
Without a song or a dance what are we?
So I say thank you for the music
For giving it to me
Thank you for the music
For giving it to me…
Old things part 1.
So Phii said she wanted to see them and I wanted to post them somewhere because somehow I’m proud even thought they are fail. (?) anyway! Since there are a lot of layouts for a lot of blogs I’ll make one post per blog. So this one will have the templates I did for my blog Dynatsy.
lol remember when you followed me for like 7 minutes????
Do you know me? (may, scratch that, DOES contain swears OH NO)
Don’t read this if you are young, or don’t want to. I wouldn’t want to corrupt your innocent mind, right?
Lucky you, because I’m pretty fucking awesome. That’s not a question, I’m telling you this. I know me best, yet I’m better than I will ever know. I know I’m a bit of a fool, and I know I’m rather tenacious. I’m more than an afro; I’m whatever I want to be, or think I am. Guys and girls, wanna be my friend? Then don’t betray me and I’ll lay my life down for you. Girls, admiring from afar? Well, keep watching; you never know when I’ll decide to show my best. I love great music, and I like it when other people show me a good song. Close your eyes and think about what you’re hearing; that’s listening as I know it.
“At nineteen they can card you in the bars and tell you to get the fuck out, put your sorry act (and even sorrier ass) back on the street, but they can’t card you when you sit down to paint a picture, write a poem, or tell a story, by God, and if you reading this happen to be very young, don’t let your elders and supposed betters tell you any different. Sure, you’ve never been to Paris. No, you never ran with the bulls at Pamplona. Yes, you’re a pissant who had no hair in your armpits until three years ago – but so what? If you don’t start out too big for your britches, how are you gonna fill ‘em when you grow up? Let it rip regardless of what anybody tells you, that’s my idea; sit down and smoke that baby.”-Stephen King.
Wise fuckin’ words.
I’m an introverted, intuitive, thinking, and perceptive person. I like music, and I have a little talent in making it, but I’ll never be as good on stage as I am by myself in my room. In public I usually have helpful thoughts, and they truly would aid my fellows as they make their plans and decisions, but I usually assume people have already explored this realm of opinion, or that viewpoint. Thus, I decide I am inevitably wrong, and we all suffer for it. They say hubris is the sin from which all others flow, and so I try to avoid it, but isn’t excessive humility, to the point of inaction, terrible in it’s own right?
I joke, almost always. I try to make this obvious, but every day a blank stare from one of my friends shows me I’ve failed… Never take me seriously, even when I want you to. Don’t ever take any shit without a grain of salt; how else are you going to stomach the taste?
I think action is always better than inaction, but I’m a hypocrite. I’m lazy, and I easily could finish things, but opt out in exchange for some free time that I know will fade fast. I could bullshit out of the way of most bullets, but by all accounts, that’s a terrible way to live; no trust, and thus little true love. So, I don’t let me completely win. I sabotage myself, and keep myself from really lying to anybody — at least that way they’re still in the loop, and I’m still in the clear, right? They see the lie, and make a decision to either check my ego or let it slide; which also gives them some of that heavy responsibility to bear. That’s also a terrible way to live, but at least it doesn’t obviously feel like one.
I have flaws; after all, I am human. Here’s one: I absolutely abhor needles. Just the thought of one puncturing me is enough to make me nervous. When I was younger, it took three nurses and my mom to give me a flu-shot. Here’s another: fuck rollercoasters. Why in the hell do people want to be rocketed along on something they can’t control in any meaningful way? One more for the road: I sometimes get excited and do things before thinking. This manifests in several ways; once I called the entire institution of Scientology “the stupidest damn thing ever, essentially a giant scheme”. Now, I stand by that statement — the Church of Scientology is just fucking ridiculous — but Scientologists in general are nice, not terrible people. The actual organization however, is in fact comprised of deluded assholes who think that they can screw with and harass people, smack a lawsuit upon anybody who speaks critically of them, and steal from/fuck with the United States government (no shit, http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Operation_Snow_White) then demand tax-free status. In the 20th and 21st Centuries? Really? Fuck you, C of S.
What was I talking about? Oh yeah, another example of my “exited-ness”: I once punched a kid in the face for not giving back my GameBoy Micro. I didn’t think about it, I just thought really fast, blinded myself with logic, and socked him from one seat away. The guy in between us must have been really confused for a good ten seconds. After doing it, I grabbed my GameBoy, snapped out of it, and offered the now bleeding kid some of my tissues, all the while apologizing profusely. I hit him in the cheek, and the force of my blow essentially stapled his cheek to his braces.
Well, that’ll do for now. Check back later, perhaps I won’t have forgotten about this in the future.
