was going to study but hey, not anymore. What matter if the book says that my last exam date has been on the seventeenth of twelve, two thousand seven. And that note was up right there. Enough of Bilardo. The only Bilardo will accept and will apply from now on will be psychological. How is the hand with that? I asked the Messenger. I say, is when psychological Bilardo you feel bad and go right to get drunk or take a room or take with strangers. What matters is winning that immediate pleasure but then worse. Menotti psychoanalysis would say, for years.
was going to study but not now. It was everything. It has traveled, has been a well-known British singer, has seen the statue of Che, has seen the ocean and seafood restaurants Piriápolis. Have been cities and beautiful people. Have been old friends and made new ones. It has been hypothesized in Portuguese and English is spoken, and has tried to learn French but has not been possible. We have worked and have chatted on the job and has saved some little money. Has been read, Oh my, how was read. Did you read fifty books this year? No, of course not. Did you read fifty books in total, in your life? Yes, yes, of course. Well actually I do not know actually. Does Little Women and Sidney Sheldon? Does Isabel Allende? Does Dolores Fancy? Does finally Enzo Traverso, Hannah Arendt and all those theorists of totalitarianism? Well. So if you have read and learned and has suffered tremendously because of bad teachers and people who are better than one. The other night I crossed it to that girl, so thin, so high for the love of God, as with straight hair, with that stunning mini-dress, with that bag is Prune but still has a lot of wave, and the sweet little, everything. He said he was making a fair designs themselves, and invited me but I dare not go. What boluda think all clear how easy it is cute and has money and if you want designer makes and sells her friends. But no, but nothing to do, the girl is a designer and produces beautiful things and also examines a career that is not right nor is it management or psychology, and has a high average and soon just going to have a scholarship and is CIUNT well deserved. I remember she came that day to take the exam that I disapprove, talked, went out and approved, said it was not difficult, he invited some gum and went to the house to take tea. You know what the worst of all, have opinions. Has own opinions that clearly formed. What a bore it as perfect as can be. Anyway. It suffered a little, by the existence of these people, but also enjoyed knowing that they exist and can be friends. Not read fifty books, of course not, but came not to ask any old asshole and did not have to be ashamed of my response.
was going to study but I have no desire. I have wanted to think about silly things, to say that I'm going to link to the northern market or that I'm going to do guerrilla for having seen the film in Cuba, Argentina and forget it all within five minutes. I have wanted to take a nap and wake up but do not get out of bed, grab a book, a book by a Brazilian who speaks of their domestic workers who used the word puerile in his words, a book by a chabón speaking of his friends all junkies, a book of Freud, very bored and quit after ten minutes without understanding a damn thing.
balance, I dunno, it seems that I did nothing. I received or got married or got pregnant and I did the thesis or moved or changed my style or lost weight and I paid absolutely no regard. Just a few days so my mom asked me again what I do with my life, and if I'm going to continue in that office forever and if I'm going to teach and if I'm getting married and if I get something to the state. If I were as this girl named Winona in a movie that is not this to which I refer is called Lelaina and it was great, if I were like the character that makes this girl actress in this film psychiatric say, as she does, I plan writing. Surely instead talk about the scholarships and the title and job offers that do not exist, ultimately I will invent a whole life, a solid future.
not plan to study. Shit. I plan to be at home, go out, watch some movies, download all the seasons of Gilmore Girls to have them always at hand now that no longer exist in Warner. I plan to do what I paint, not what you paint. I plan to stay here, enjoy the air conditioning and cookies. Glide write but do not have to be sad for it. I plan to write about my aunts and the things I see on TV and on the eight glitter lipstick you just bought, the colors are chocolate, coral, pink verging on red, red cid blue, pink shooting purple, tan, pale pink and a transparent glitter. Of my cousins \u200b\u200blearn a lot of things, they say no, do not buy cheap lipsticks are made in China and contain lead and then give you cancer as contraceptives, buy lancome not be silly, you worth it. But what a hell, if I have the lip like a blister and all skinned. Besides I love because it comes in a box of very precious glass pseudo compact whole. It seems
I did nothing and it is almost time for the truth. But no matter. Let's be optimistic. It is likely that the two thousand and eight is like the long nineteenth century, nothing happens but everything is going to happen, countries are ranked, armed peace is all cooked, raging thoughts and the world, the world trembles because he knows that the peace can not last forever. The two thousand and eight seems at first glance a very large amount of hours in the messenger, long naps, drink beer, trivial conversations, fights that were not in remerita and glitter and evening in the middle doing nothing. The bomb never exploded and no longer has the urge. Lethargy is important but too much is approaching and eventually will have to take over defined. The short twentieth century came after century, and was full of characters and too terrible events that had been planned earlier and which was already impossible to disengage. I'm afraid I have but just anxious for the two thousand nine. It is possible that it opens with the equivalent (which does not know what would be) of the First World War.
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