I Pet Panda And Eat Apples

RainyMood.com: Rain makes everything better.

2012-02-12T16:25:00.000-08:00

RainyMood.com: Rain makes everything better.

bukowskimente: adiós a los vicios :(

2012-02-12T13:28:00.000-08:00

bukowskimente: adiós a los vicios :(: parecería ser que este inicio de año partió de su meta de manera agotada, aburrida tal vez; y dentro de este, por supuesto, por obligación ...

MVI 2368

2012-01-15T15:01:00.000-08:00

2012-01-13T16:30:00.001-08:00

Did you know that I quit meat?
I'm a pescetarian now. I only eat fish.
Man... do I miss bacon :/

Fucking swag as fuck

2012-01-13T07:10:00.000-08:00

Slice 'n Slide Cake Server

2012-01-06T17:23:00.000-08:00

People seriously need this

The Snazzy Napper...The Snazzy Way to Sleep While you Travel!

2012-01-06T17:18:00.000-08:00

2012-01-06T16:32:00.001-08:00

and when you hate your parents.. it's their fault!

M83 'Midnight City' Official video

2012-01-06T16:32:00.000-08:00

Updates in... One liners

2011-12-30T19:51:00.000-08:00

-I haven't taken a shower in a week.
-I had a shitty Christmas.
-Families can suck big time.
-Holidays mean getting drunk and smoking a cig with mom.
-My mom knows I smoke now.
-So does my dad.
-They're cool about it.
-I played Terraria for 10 hours.
-I've been waking up at 4 p.m. everyday.
-I've been watching Sealab 2021.
-I've been quoting Sealab 2021.
-I'm going to Oxford for a few days.
-My room is extremely disgusting.
-I got a nose ring.
-It hurt like a bitch.
-I'm going to spend New Years with a friend and not my family.
-It's the first time I do that.
-I'm excited about it.
-I thought about changing my name to Rippity McAwesome.

dat narcissism

2011-12-30T19:49:00.000-08:00

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Unconventionality	\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|	77%
Empiricism	\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|	100%
Identity	\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|	44%
Othercentricism	\|\|\|\|\|\|	27%
Independence	\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|	33%
Integrity	\|\|\|\|	16%
Intellect	\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|	100%
Stoicism	\|\|	5%
Orderliness	\|\|\|\|	16%
Dynamism	\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|	45%
Activity	\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|	61%
Romanticism	\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|	33%
Hedonism	\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|	72%

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Random Christmas Want

2011-12-21T15:32:00.001-08:00

Johnny Flynn.

Kate Bush Wuthering Heights.

2011-12-15T13:31:00.000-08:00

I Ain't A Stripper - by Amandah (Original Song)

2011-11-17T11:48:00.000-08:00

Pure poetry.

Nostalgiaing

2011-11-17T04:06:00.000-08:00

It's officially cool to be nostalgic.
Not long ago I decided to rewatch Sabrina The Teenage Witch on my computer and even though my humor has changed a lot since I was 7-11, I kept thinking how easy things were back when my two channels were Nickelodeon and Cartoon Network.

I remember this one time at a friend's house when I was 11 (6th grade) we were watching TV and she was zapping through all these channels I never watched (they had real people in them). At that time, the only thing I watched with people in it was MTV (back when they played music, almost 10 years ago).
I remember she had to go to the bathroom so I took the remote control and immediately changed to Cartoon Network. When she came back she said with repugnance and with a sneer on her face: You still watch that?
Today's Aurora would say: Fuck yes I do bro, I ain't even intimidated with your big girl tv shows.
But at that time I still cared a lot about what people thought of me and I was in the cool kids group and I didn't want to jeopardize my cred. Peer pressure played a major role in all my decisions throughout the begining of puberty.
So obviously I said something like Psh NO, I was zapping as well, you know? Ha, who watches that shit? Not me that's who. I watch CSI and stuff. and I changed to some drama show that people liked (I think it was the O.C., which I HATED, by the way) and I had to watch the entire show to prove that I wasn't a kid anymore.

Then I started to wonder if maturity really does reflect upon your TV choices. I can't remember exactly when I stopped watching cartoons, but I'm pretty sure I gradually started to change the channel to "bigger stuff" and there was a point where I couldn't watch Cartoon Network anymore.

So being the big girl I thought I was, I started watching the Disney Channel.
Teen sitcoms became my religion (although not the ONLY thing I watched) some where "retro" (by retro I mean that by the time they came out I was watching The Power Puff Girls) like Lizzie Mcguire, Sabrina the Teenage Witch, Kenan and Kel (I'm aware how young I sound, but I can't help it, I was born in the '93) and more "modern" ones like That's So Raven, Drake and Josh and so on.
These shows confused me greatly because the main characters were always bland, quirky-but-not-really-because-they-acted-like-everyone-else, outcasts (again not really) and were always in love with the popular kid (which by the way I don't get how they were surrounded by mean people and they were never mean nor did they notice their friends were mean) so I eventually got tired of these and started to watch pretty much everything I watch nowadays.

Today I can watch the cartoon shows I used to watch and laugh hysterically until I cry but whenever I watch Teen Sitcoms I'm always like

WHAT THE FUCK BRO, DEFEND YOURSELF, DOUCHE!

or

WHAT THE FUCK? NOBODY SAYS THAT IN REAL LIFE! WHAT THE HELL? WHY? IS THIS A GRINGO THING? AM I NOT FAMILIARIZED WITH THIS BECAUSE I'M NICARAGUAN? WHAT THE

Also I wat so hard at their clothing, especially Melissa Joan Hart's outfits in Sabrina.

Not MJH but still horrible.

CFCF - You Hear Colours

2011-11-17T03:49:00.000-08:00

The Softies - Sleep Away Your Troubles

2011-11-02T10:31:00.000-07:00

How I got an 11/20 on my spanish test.

2011-11-02T05:18:00.000-07:00

So let me begin with the fact that I never intended to take Spanish, my original plan was German but, my schedule didn't work with the class I was in and I had two options: either change class or change option. So to avoid another bureaucratic week I decided to just take it.

The class is just doomed. Nobody listens to her, everybody hates her, they all think she has a weird accent in both french and spanish (I believe she's belgian) and she's just a weird person in general, but not the good weird just the weird weird.

Since this is the first Spanish year, right now the teacher is teaching the basics.
e.g. Letters and numbers and how to say them (although with numbers, students insist on using italian)
Verbs, adjectives, you know, the basics of a language.
The last topic we had was pronouns and verbs and shit.
So we had a test, and I thought, pft easy.

As you may or may not know Spanish is always different in different countries. In Nicaragua we use "vos" as the 2nd person singular Here's a better explanation and we use "ustedes" not "vosotros" so, before having my test I explained this to the teacher and asked if I could use the spanish I'm used to.
She was offended that I even explained because "As a Spanish teacher I know this" and she said, "Yes, it's ok".
So I did, I wrote vos and ustedes all over that test like a mofo and my spanish friend, sitting next to me did it with tu and vosotros like a mofo.

A week later the teacher is giving the tests with the results, my spanish friend got an 18/20 because instead of putting vosotros she wrote tu, tiny mistake but, whatever no biggie. I'm obviously calm and thinking PFFFT, I got this. I get the test and I see this huge condescending 11 as in "Yes, 11, you should be ashamed" as if the teacher wanted to make it visible enough for people that wanted to take a peek at my test.

I'm staring with horror at all the reds covering my vos and ustedes and obviously, my classmates are laughing at the fact that some people got a better grade than I did. I go to the teacher and at that point I'm about to cry with anger and say "What the hell is this?" She said "I'm teaching a certain spanish and you should follow it" at that point I lost it and raised my voice and said "But this is correct! This is how they taught me! This is the Spanish I speak, this is correct!" She was calm with a smug look on her face and just said "It's incorrect, and you should study for the next time"

In my mind, I'm picturing myself stabbing her eye with a pencil, but to avoid a verbal confrontation, I leave irritated cursing everything and everyone about to cry and offended.
This is obviously not the first time I feel humiliated thanks to a teacher.
So I think, should I just deal with it and write the Spanish she wants and get a perfect grade?
But then I remembered who I am and said to myself "Fuck no, I'll get 10's all year long and I don't give a shit, I'll speak the Spanish I know for the rest of my life and if she wants to give me bad grades, she probably needs to take a Spanish lesson or two"

Un comment que hice hace 3 años

2011-10-12T14:11:00.000-07:00

¡Independencia!Compadre, dígame usted algo, ayúdeme a desenvolver este nacatamal:Ahora todos dicen que somos libres. ¿Libres para qué? ¿Qué puedo hacer yo como pobre trabajador con esa libertad? ¿Qué hago con esa libertad? ¿Caer libre en la calle hambriento y desnudo, pero sin que nadie me diga cho!?Después de la independencia, la oligarquía criolla haciendas grandísimas. Después ya no se lesllamó encomenderos sino hacendados y patrones. En las haciendas comenzaron con la ganadería y con la siembra de añil, una planta que se usaba para colorear, la cual exportaban a Europa.Los hacendados ya no podían tener esclavos indios, ya que estos eran "libres", por eso los emplearon como peones. Como los indios no tenían haciendas, y los hacendados necesitaban mano de obra se fue desarrollando lentamente pero segura la relación peón y patrón.

¿De donde putas saqué eso? jajajajajjajaja

Passed the exams

2011-09-11T11:20:00.001-07:00

*clap clap*
2 more years and the bullshit is over.
Wish me luck with my classmates.

2011-09-11T11:15:00.000-07:00

Bitch and everything else.

2011-08-31T14:15:00.001-07:00

People around my age are angsty. That's a fact. It doesn't matter how cool your parents are, how cool your friends are, how cool YOU are, you'll get fucking sad eventually and you can blame society, hormones, change, parents, school, etc.
Nothing new there, teens get sad, big deal. People will tell you "you'll grow out of it" and you probably will, only to have it replaced with more hardcore depressing emotions that will make you laugh at the thought that you once cried over your acne, but really, that's for another time...
What's fascinating to me though is how angst develops different personalities according with the coping methods we choose.

The douchebag.
The guy/girl that makes others feel bad to feel better about themselves. A person that makes jerks look like Gandhi. They're usually arrogant, ignorant and mean.
Think of all the people you hate.

The crybaby.
They whine all the time (Well, I do that) and go on and on about how "nobody understands them". Bitch, shut the fuck up, you're not the only one in the world crying about something that is probably a social situation. They also love to complain about people not taking them seriously or how they feel everyone takes advantage of them, when usually, they're a whole bunch of idiots that allow people to walk all over them. These people are most likely to post angsty and sad statuses on facebook to get 983577834563 comments and likes with people asking "OMg BBYZ are u oKAY?" and then those idiots reply with fucking "oh nothing" or "I don't want to talk about it" THEN WHY THE FUCK YOU JUST POSTED THE ENTIRE CRY ME A RIVER LYRICS ON YOUR FACEBOOK? Decoration? The people that don't respect themselves yet demand respect from others.
Think of 80% of your friends on facebook.

The agressive-passive-agressive.
You find this person on facebook all the time, and if people like this overflow your news feed, you have issues for still having them on your friends list.
They are known for their indirect-but-not-really status war. From song lyrics to quotes, these humanoids attempt to insult someone on their status. You can actually sit back and let the news feed update itself and watch how the shit's going down optional: popcorn.
But it's not only about status war, they also fail to notice their own flaws because they're too busy being hypocrites.
Think of the people you stalk because you ran out of movies to watch.

The chicks before dicks and bros before hoes but not really.
Like the title says, these people believe in supporting their own. It should be renamed to chicks that cry over dicks with their chicks and bros that love talking about hoes with their bros.

-The "chicks" believe in irrational feminism and refer to men as idiots who "only want one thing", ironically, they give in to what they "only want" and ALWAYS end up dating the same type of asshole over and over again, they play the role of victim and seem quite comfortable with it. They say they want a sensitive guy and when they find him he gets fucking friend zoned.

The "bros" are pretty much divided into the players and the nice guys.

-The players go with the line "don't hate the player, hate the game" which should be renamed to "I use clichés to distract people from the fact that I play with emotions".
Now, I don't give a fuck about your romantic history, but including emotional bullshit to get a girl, is fucking idiotic. This is the typical guy that is not emotionally available and makes the girls think that he is. They think that they prioritize their friendships, when in reality they could even hook up with a girl a friend likes.

-The nice guys are crybabies that expect a girl to have romantic/sexual feelings towards them in exchange for their friendship. They complain about how girls prefer bad guys and how they will only be a shoulder to cry on, and I have a solution for them: stop being the fucking shoulder and work on your skills, there's a reason you're only seen as a friend. note: I know that some girls intentionally lead on the nice guys just to have someone there, but it's still your fucking fault for letting it happen. They eventually find out that girls are evil and plot with other nice guys to take over the world.

The cold heartless bitches and the rest of the people.
These are the coolest kids around, they go through stages, complain and get over it. These kids are fucking tired of all the people mentioned above, and don't take bullshit from anyone.
They're called mean, heartless, arrogant... but in reality, they just mind their own fucking business.

This post is adressing an email I got from someone describing me as a cold heartless bitch. And while it may seem insulting, I'm damn proud of it. Ironically, this dude has been the douchebag, the agressive passive agressive, the crybaby and the player who thinks he's the nice guy.
And man do I hope he reads this.

Movie you should watch

2011-08-17T07:47:00.001-07:00

Wristcutters: A Love Story

2011-08-03T14:46:00.000-07:00

http://8tracks.com/catpaw/songs-to-make-you-feel-good

Decepción

2011-07-10T08:36:00.000-07:00

Por primera vez sé lo que es sentir dolor en el corazón. Pensé que era una de esas cosas cursis que la gente dice, como "mariposas en el estomago" y todos esos clichés, pero es real.
Todo empieza con la noticia. Esa frase que destruye tu felicidad y te persigue y se repite en tu cabeza, esa noticia que esperabas pero no querías creer. "Ya no hay chips ahoy!"
Después comienzan las 5 etapas.
1-Shock/Negación
Cuando tu cerebro busca cualquier razón ridícula para no creer, para que la realidad no duela
"No puede ser, si me acuerdo que todavía quedaba un paquete entero de galletas"
Poner mi autocontrol en un pedestal, pensar ingenuamente que soy capaz de comer "solo una"
La sospecha que puede ser que esté equivocada e ignorarlo completamente.
2-Ira
Cuando lo que pasa por tu cabeza son obscenidades y maldiciones, cuando odias con toda tu alma.
¿¡POR QUÉ PUTAS ME TUVE QUE COMER TODAS LAS PUTAS GALLETAS!?
3-Negociación
Aquí es cuando te volvés religioso.
"Dios, por favor, no dejés que se me vayan a las caderas, te lo suplico, te lo juro que voy a ser buena, todo menos las caderas, o el estómago, tal vez en el pecho, pues, si querés, pero si no, no."
4-Depresión
Cuando TODO es negativo.
5-Aceptación
Bueno, todavía no he llegado a esta etapa.

Ahora estoy entre etapa 2 y 4.
No hay mejor terapia que escribir lo que uno siente y maldecir.

2011-06-14T12:38:00.000-07:00

Getting skeptical looks when I know I'm right.
I know my shit man.

Getting my cat in two days!! also exams.

2011-06-07T12:52:00.000-07:00

Fuck.
Exams are already here... well, kinda, they start friday. And obviously I'm not too excited about it.
I start with Economy (at least that's what they call it) and luckily I got a decent grade to start. Thursday, however is what I'm most excited for.
Black cat joining the family.
I decided to name him Ziggy Stardust, although I will just call him Ziggy and people will think it's because of Ziggy Marley because somehow if you like Bob Marley and all his relatives you're cool and you also probably smoke pot so that makes you cool (according to my entire school)
But this is not about how I get frustraded by the people surrounding me (even though I love complaining) this is about me letting people know I'm alive.

I don't really have anything else to add here, I just wanted to say I'm getting my cat and also let people know that I have a decent grade so I'm somewhat prepared to an exam which is cool because that means I'm smart.
The only way of letting people know you're smart is by getting good grades.
Although I prefer not to, it should be a surprise.

Also

Viejos: 5

2011-05-01T13:12:00.000-07:00

No me gustan las oraciones copulativas, punto.

El frío congela sus pensamientos líquidos al cual usan de enfriador de bebidas semi-dietéticas. Y el lago de tu cuarto color rosado desteñido fuente de aquel hipogrifo con pastillas calmantes del vecino hipocondríaco sin darse cuenta que son muchos placebos. Todos los muebles emplasticados y almohadas hipoalergénicas al lado del mueble color verde donde toman el sol las galletas sabor a yogurt. en el patio al lado del almendro mientras cuelga el neumático que asfixia al niño de cinco años con curitas en el codo y la rodilla, es aquel que promete avances notables sobre el lienzo que queda en el cuarto de la madre soltera la cual tiene mas de seis botes de sorbete a medio congelar con sabores de colores alucinógenos con formas de plantas y su nana claustrofóbica y con pánico a los supermercados, demasiados productos, muchos olores, el aire acondicionado, el conserje con saino al cual le dan escalofríos las telarañas. Y hace tres semanas que la lámpara del cuarto no enciende y que con costo coloca una bujilla de 15 watts (rima con Walter, elemental) una lumbrera mejor conocida como celular y la radio versátil sacada de TV offer que me ponen saciada sus anuncios de 35 minutos incluyendo comerciales de otros productos que aparte de contribuir al calentamiento global es el representante del imperialismo y la ley del mas débil enviando mas de 30 mensajes subliminales por minuto consecutivo. Que al hartarse de la escoria mejor conocida como televisor pone esa película pirateada de 20 pesos con valor estimado de 15 en el dvd marca sony y que a parte de tener subtítulos rusos se mira la imagen de 25 p, de píxel, es decir, se mira horrible. y me cae mal esa persona que no señalaría porque es de mala educación y es promiscua que se compra 4 paquetes de cigarro en vez de comprar algo que le serviría mucho y venden en farmacias porque los condones no son tan caros y si vas a contratar asegura la zona limpiada, no vaya a ser te contagie de imbeciladas sacadas de películas de ciencia ficción como star wars, si, dije star wars porque me arrechan los sonidos y explosiones en el espacio donde no hay aire para conducir las ondas de sonido, que sale de la materia escolar que aquel hippie reprobó con 50% y su mama lo castigo por una semana con música tecno e indie experimental porque se muere sin su CD de recopilaciones de los setenta y artistas inéditos en contra del movimiento político que no eran mas que MACLOVIOS, MACLOVIOS! hipócritas que en vez de gastar su fortuna en movimientos pacifistas a favor de la humanidad del tercer mundo gastan el 65% en narcóticos. Me enoja que no vendan gummy bears en Nicaragua y en vez me den esa mierda chiclosa de la arcor con sabores completamente artificiales y endulzados con residuos de azúcar splenda de sus otros productos. Y el duende consiguió un pony que cagaba sushi y vivieron felices por la eternidad condenada hasta la evolución humana en el 2012 según los mayas.

Fin

Viejos: 4

2011-05-01T13:10:00.000-07:00

Normalmente tengo un sentimiento indiferente hacia el transporte publico, pero hoy decidi agudizar mis sentidos y tomar mi tiempo, para escribir una anecdota, solo para salir de la rutina.

Todas las mañanas me despierto, pues "despierto" no es la palabra correcta, todas las mañanas me levanto dormida, usualmente irritada por la alarma, que esta programada para que suene a las 7:00 a.m. pero en mi estado inconsciente le agrego 5 minutos mas hasta llegar a las 7:45 a.m. y escuchar a la sheyla (tambien dormida) decir "Muroram despurtem mmm clasem franssmm" (Traduccion: Aurora despertate ... clases de frances). A continuacion me alisto, todavia dormida, y salgo de la casa.

No es hasta que estoy en la parada del tram Wagon que estoy completamente despierta.
Estoy al lado de una mujer rubia que se fuma un cigarro esperando la llegada del tram 4 Esplanade.
Mientras espero recuerdo que me dejaron tarea de Frances e inmediatamente saco mis libros y un lapicero que no sirve para empezar a hacerla.

Cuando estoy buscando en el bolso un lapicero que si sirva tengo los libros entre mis piernas, el lapicero maldito en la boca, el bolso que pesa 40 libras y tiene un tamaño ridiculo segun la gente practica y como soy muy salada en el instante que estoy haciendo malabares llega el bendito tram y yo, con un caminado de pinguino me las ingenio para entrar, y como el tram no te deja ni respirar hondo, el desgraciado arranca y se caen mis libros, mi bolso pero obviamente no se cae el lapicero que no me sirve.

Recojo mis cosas y organizo los papeles, guardo el lapicero extra, abro la pagina numero 59 del Cahier d'Activites y empiezo a contestar las preguntas del ejercicio 6 y hasta ese momento me doy cuenta que el lapicero que guarde era el bueno. Sofocada saco un lapiz de mina y empiezo a realizar los ejercicios y antes de terminar, me quede sin minas... No mentira, no soy tan salada. Termino los ejercicios con unos geroglificos indecifrables.

Algo que NO entiendo es: Si hay MILES de asientos vacios ¿Por que el que no se ha bañado en mas o menos NUNCA decide sentarse a mi lado? Asqueada me volteo y me pego como mosca a la ventana, lo llaman por telefono y mientras habla puedo oler lo que desayuno hace 3 dias.

...

Pero no quiero dar a entender que dicho transporte publico es una desgracia, simplemente tuve ganas de victimizarme y exagerar las cosas un poco, porque a veces siento que no lo hago muy seguido.

Viejos: 3

2011-05-01T13:08:00.000-07:00

Respiro el aire congelado y me da cosquillas dentro de mi nariz, me duele cuando mis pulmones se expanden y el oxígeno me intoxica al expirar. Veo mi aliento en el ambiente bajo cero. Tiritando de frío cierro los ojos y visualizo una llama dentro de mi. Tiemblo un poco mas y el fuego se extingue. Descanzo en el vacío de mi mente con mis manos tiesas y mis piernas entumidas.
Camino en el paisaje blanco, y me resbalo. Caigo de rodillas y nadie me vió. Me levanto con la cara ardiendo y hago mueca del dolor. Mis rodillas punzantes e hinchadas me incomodan. Camino un poco más y me siento en un banco blanco, alguna vez café. Espero a acostumbrarme, con mi cara libre de expresión, me quedo esperando. No puedo ver más allá de los copos de nieve que caen. No siento nada, ni emociones, mi temperatura baja y cierro los ojos, dejando ir lo que quedaba de recuerdos, lo que quedaba de calor, lo que quedaba de mí...

Viejos: 2

2011-05-01T13:06:00.000-07:00

A veces cuando empiezo no se como terminar. Uno socializa y convive y va perdiendo la esencia del ser que estamos destinados a ser, y perdemos el sentido y agudeza de pensar y leer entre líneas. No planeaba convertirme en alguien tan déspota, o reaccionar de la manera que reacciono, lo último que esperaba de mi era amargarme... pero lo hice, y aquí sigo sufriendo las consecuencias del resentimiento y de tomar todo tan personal.
Es de día y estoy sentada al lado de la ventana, mi cabeza apoyada en la pared, y las piernas recogidas de tal forma que se duermen y se entumen, hace mucho sol, y los rayos UV penetran mi piel y casi es visible el proceso de insolación, el brillo inevitable y desagradable que toca mi cara y obliga mi ceño fruncir, y trato de ver directo al sol, pero estornudo y veo una mancha incómoda verde ante todo e inclusive cuando cierro los ojos.
El calor sofocante, pero el vacío que se siente da un clima mas o menos fresco y aunque sude y pueda escuchar mis latidos me siento ambivalente a la situación.
Un día voy a dormir y despertarme en una dimensión completamente desconocida que sea el complemento de mi realidad y que a la vez conteste todas mis preguntas de una manera simple y directa.
directa.
directa.
directa...

Viejos: 1

2011-05-01T13:03:00.000-07:00

Repollo

-Treinta y dos, treinta y tres, treinta y cuatro, treinta y cinco...

Obsesivo compulsivo.

-Cuarenta.

No puede pasar de cuarenta, el cuarenta da miedo.

-Es hora de la cena, pero no quiero cenar, pues si... si quiero, tengo hambre, pero es repollo morado, y el morado no me gusta, pero me gusta el repollo, eso si, el repollo es rico, pero el morado no, porque si es morado es porque no es blanco y ¿qué interés tengo yo de comer repollo morado, si existe blanco? Es exactamente lo mismo que comer chocolate blanco, no es justo, ¿por qué blanco? ¿por qué galletas sabor a chocolate y no chocolate sabor a galleta? Y por... Soy una mala persona, mala, un monstruo, pero no doy miedo, o tal vez si, aunque puede ser que no, me pica la nariz.

Risa nerviosa.

-Les voy a contar mi vida, pues lo que me acuerdo. Nunca parecí el tipo de persona que hace lo que yo hice, pero esta vez hubo algo diferente.
Fue un impulso la verdad, no lo tenía planeado, yo siempre tuve que seguir ordenes y estar bajo algún régimen estricto y no me gustaba, no, para nada, pero tener en mis manos el dolor de alguien fue el mejor sentimiento que he sentido y he sentido bastantes sentimientos como ahorita siento que me pica la nariz, en fin, fue el poder de poseer el dolor, y estar por fin a cargo, ser el líder, y la manera en que los ojos afligidos me gritaban que pare, me dio más ira y más poder, y sus extremidades convulsionaban desconsoladamente y sus cuerdas vocales gritaban ayuda de quien sea que estuviese cerca, pero nadie escucho, nadie estaba cerca, nunca hay nadie, nunca.
Supongo que mi última dosis de sanidad fue transmitida a través de mis brazos, y vi cómo lentamente su cuerpo dejaba de moverse. Hasta que por fin quedo inmóvil.
Me gusta el queso, y el pan, pero no me gusta tostado. ¡ME PICA LA NARIZ! no me la puedo rascar si, mis brazos están atados a mi torso...
¿Saben que puedo correr contra la pared y chocar y no me duele? No me creen? Pues miren.

Corre contra las paredes acolchonadas una y otra vez, y no le duele.

-Les dije.

Es hora de cenar y sin protesta, silenciosamente se come su repollo morado.

Pascua en Bélgica

2011-04-24T04:29:00.000-07:00

Hoy me despertaron los gritos de alegría de unos niños corriendo en grupo con canastitas. (Una desventaja de vivir en frente de un parque)

Para mí todas las pascuas eran sinónimo de ir a misa y no comer carne en uno de esos días. Siempre escuché sobre el conejo y los huevos de chocolate escondidos en un jardín, y a decir verdad, no veo la relación... tampoco he investigado (por el momento) pero en fin, pensaba que era una costumbre gringa.

Resulta que aquí, en Bélgica, pascua es como la segunda navidad para los niños. El conejo, los huevos de chocolate, la aventura de ir a un parque y buscar huevos que las comunas llegan a esconder, esa es la pascua que todos los niños conocen.
Normalmente estaría resentida, claro, como es posible que lo único que recibí en pascua fue la hostia y una taza de sopa de queso un viernes.
(La verdad la sopa de queso está en el nivel de un huevo de chocolate)

Mi papá, es una persona tradicional, y celebró pascua de la manera que siempre lo hizo, yendo a misa.
Pero también asumió el rol de conejo de pascua, y escondió m&ms de maní y huevos de chocolate en mi cuarto.

En fin, todo lo que se de pascua, es lo que siempre he sabido.
No hay clase.

Felíz pascua, felíz misa, felíz sopa de queso y felíz chocolate.

2011-04-11T13:58:00.001-07:00

Primavera

2011-04-10T08:01:00.000-07:00

At the park with belgian sun.
People playing and having fun.

Frisbee.
Frisbee.
Frisbeeeeee!

Un avión.

Click to enlarge

2011-03-28T11:33:00.000-07:00

2011-03-28T11:31:00.000-07:00

Fly Guy

2011-03-21T09:45:00.000-07:00

Find more free online flash games at Fupa.com

Getting a cat

2011-03-21T09:23:00.001-07:00

I NEED A NAME FOR MY FUTURE CAT >:(

I really like David Bowie or Cat Power.
I just don't want a cat that has Captain in the name or Mr... I'm too young for that shit.

sigh FINE...

2011-02-23T04:40:00.000-08:00

You should list the things you like

1- When a teacher gets sick
2- When people I hate fall/get rejected
3- Music
4- Books
5- Sushi
6- Not going to the Beach
7- Good hair days
8- White noise
9- The word "potato"
10- Shiny stuff
11- Feeling like a rebel when I'm not
12- Going to school with no make up and not giving a shit
13- Coffee
14- Badly photoshopped pictures
15- Daydreaming
16- Autumn leaves
17- The color yellow
18- Eating cappuccino powder
19- People trying to eat in class discreetly
20- When people with extremely low voices get on roller coasters and curse a lot because they can't scream and they would sound douchey because people would think they're mocking people's adrenaline
21- When my sister doesn't cough
22- Stretching after a movie
23- Babyless movie theaters
24- Empty buses
25- Bacon
26- Talking about how awesome bacon is
27- Nicaragua's culture
28- When you burp and you don't have a stomach ache anymore
29- Green tea with honey
30- Having Ad Block Plus and see people complain about ads on youtube
31- Puns
32- Harry Potter
33- Hablar español
34- Cats
35- Making lists
36- Writing essays
37- forever_alone.jpg
38- Speaking in front of people
39- Talking about Nicaragua
40- Talking about my plans
41- Crosswords
42- Anagrams
43- Reading fun facts
44- Doing homework with no help from Wikipedia
45- Explaining stuff
46- Not speaking French
47- Drawing (no matter how bad I'm at it)
48- Singing (no matter how bad I'm at it)
49- Participating in class
50- Biology tests

Random Quiz (stating the obvious, obviously)

2011-02-04T07:27:00.001-08:00

Your Dominant Personality Trait is Inquisitiveness

You are an imaginative and curious person. You are excited to learn about the world.

You are interested in all sorts of topics. You like to understand history and how things work.

You are both a tinkerer and an intellectual. You probably enjoy working with your hands and more passive activities like reading.

You have many interests and hobbies... and you're always looking to take on a new one.

What's Your Dominant Personality Trait?

Blogthings: Discover the Parts of Your Personality that Have Been Hiding

The Smiths won't make you look cool.

2011-02-03T09:08:00.000-08:00

I always hated those share-songs-with-the-class-homeworks.
Not because I'm not confident that people will enjoy my pick, but because I have so much to pick from.
This week our moral teacher asked us to bring a song that we can identify with and explain why.
It was due on Monday but I totally forgot so I had the chance to do it today.
I noticed that everyone picked french rap songs (except for some girl that picked some french pop artist and other that picked Bon Jovi, yuck)
It's quite logic, rap songs mostly talk about issues and people and problems we face. I decided to change it up a bit and thought The Smiths would be cool.
I thought, well, we're teenagers, sometimes we don't feel like we belong in our own home and that we're most comfortable with our crush/loved one. So I thought There Is A Light That Never Goes Out was cool and easy to identify with.

Big mistake.

The first verse comes up and everyone starts giggling/gagging. Which, I understand, not everyone likes the 80s.
I, however, tried my best to respect their (horrible) choices... if only I knew they would be like that I wouldn't try so hard to be civilized.

The song ends and everyone is still laughing at my taste. The worst part is that I had to tell the class why I chose the song.
I love speaking in front of people... in a language I can fluently speak.
My teacher said that I have to learn how to speak eventually and pushed me to do it.
Luckily nobody was over the song and they couldn't hear me over the sound of their laughter.

I can't help but hate that teacher somehow.
He has terrible sense of humor. I once drew a chicken on a test and he got mad.
And I also think he's racist, whenever I'm talking and he wants to shut me up, he forgets my name and calls me hispanic.

I hope I get a good grade, that's all that matters in the end.

El peor de los casos.

2011-01-08T22:23:00.000-08:00

Edición: tos.

Tos con palmadas
Algo que no entiendo es por qué cuando alguien tose la gente da palmadas en la espalda.
Aparte de la angustia que uno puede estar sufriendo por la pulmonía que provoca la tos se añade la preocupación que te golpeen tan fuerte en tu caja torácica que una costilla se salga y te perfore el pulmón causando muerte instantánea.
Headlines: Muerte causada por palmaditas en la espalda.

Tos con eructo
Cuando las personas con instinto maternal dan las palmadas "para bebé" (las que se usan para estimular la expulsión de gases) ponen en riesgo la mortalidad del tosiente. El aire del eructo colisiona con el aire de la tos causando un estallido pulmonar fatal. En otras palabras muerte instantánea (como el café presto)

Tos con estornudo
Esta es probablemente la muerte más trágica en edición Tos. Cuando un estímulo externo provoca la expulsión violenta de aire por las fosas nasales comúnmente llamada estornudo la combinación de los pulmones encogidos causados por la tos (hecho científico verídico comprobado real, sacado de la revista de ciencia falsa) son bruscamente expulsados por la nariz causando muerte instantánea.

Miscelánea
Palabra no apta para nadie: Alburqueque (Al burro y al queque) Combinación imposible que denota alucinación.
Ejemplo: ESTOY HASTA EL ALBURRRRQUEQUE

2010-12-27T20:09:00.000-08:00

You Passed 8th Grade Spanish

Congratulations, you got 8/8 correct!

Could You Pass 8th Grade Spanish?

Blogthings: We're Not Shrinks, But We Play Them On the Internet

Random quiz of the day

2010-12-26T16:08:00.000-08:00

You Are Japanese Food

Strange yet delicious.

Contrary to popular belief, you're not always eaten raw.

What Kind of Food Are You?

Blogthings: Discover the Parts of Your Personality that Have Been Hiding

Nicaragua

2010-12-21T11:55:00.001-08:00

Finally.

It's fucking hot.

December and some lame excuse

2010-12-08T11:14:00.000-08:00

Yeah, yeah, I got lost.
I don't really have a reason, I mean, I do, but I don't think it's good enough for me to share it.

Okay, small parenthesis, my sister is hyper and laughing at extremely lame jokes, somehow christmas songs about the baby Jesus are hilarious.

Correction: She took the rythm of Little Drummer Boy and instead of saying "rum pum pum pum" she's saying "ne comprend pas" Oh. Dear. God.

Anyway, I've not been busy. I've been lazy (woah big surprise) and I also realized I can cook really good pork. So, not everything is lost. Unless you're vegetarian or jewish/muslim, which is cool you know, I don't really judge, whatever floats your boat.

Today is a friend's birthday. Felíz cumpleaños mafe :)
OH OH OH. And seriously, I fucking hate people that write "happy birthday." to people's facebook wall. What the shit man? Obviously you're not comfortable enough to put a smiley face or a "!" then why the fuck do you even bother? Douchebag.
I swear, when your dog dies I'll be like "I'm sorry for your lost" *Deadpan face*
OR even worse, I'll laugh. LOUD.

Also, exams are next week, but I don't like talking about school.

Also, I'm going to Nicaragua the 19th. I'm excited because while all belgians are freezing their asses, mine will be melting. Although when I put it that way it doesn't sound too good either. I don't know if I would prefer a frozen ass. I guess I would, I mean, at least it's solid.

Anyway, I totally had this idea of writing extremely cool shit, but somehow I forgot everything.

For those who want to come to Europe one day: Toilets have buttons. Some have two, small button for pee, big for poo.

Song: Ashamed - Deer Tick

Ouch

2010-11-17T12:50:00.000-08:00

Tengo tortícolis. 3ra vez este año (lo merezco, la verdad, siempre me burlé de la gente con tortícolis) Y aparentemente no es suficiente el dolor espantoso, porque aparte de no poder voltear mi cabeza a la derecha, tengo todo mi cuerpo ligado.

Pero bueno para los sádicos que quieren detalles de mi día:

Me despierta un dolor intenso en el cuello, mi cabeza volteada por completo a la izquierda, pensamiento número 1: FFUUUUUUUU

Paso media hora tratando de levantarme sin mover el cuello (no funciona, claro, y grito de dolor)

Me imagino como me veo y me cago de la risa.

Desgraciadamente no puedo reír sin mover el cuello y sin gritar del dolor.

Pensamiento número 2: Oh god oh god oh god

Me levanto sosteniendo mi cabeza con mis dos manos, y otra vez, me imagino como me veo y me cago de la risa una vez más, grito un poco más de dolor.

Después de luchar como por 1 hora me levanto y me veo al espejo. Error, me vuelvo a reír y grito del dolor.

...

Google dice que un buen ejercicio en este caso es estirar los brazos detrás de la espalda. Me doy cuenta que estoy ligada también y que uno de los ejercicios que alivian el cuello tieso es imposible de hacer en este instante.
Cansada, vuelvo a dormir.

"Ve, puedo mover el cuello"
-Me despierto
"Mierda"

...

Voy al doctor, me recentan blabbity blah blahs...

...

Me siento un poco mejor gracias a las pastillas, desgraciadamente sigo ligada y sin poder mover el cuello.
Soluciono mis frustraciones con música.
Escucho música y estoy en facebook y msn.
Internet lento
FFUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU número 2.

Son las 10 pm, mi día consistió en dolores y computadoras lentas.
FML.

2010-11-14T07:32:00.000-08:00

My eyes hurt, knock it off with the haikus, they're shitty.

My confidence.

2010-10-28T07:18:00.000-07:00

^^^^ More like lack of confidence, actually..

Although I already got used to my class and their stupidity, sometimes I wonder if I'm the weird kid that will snap and kill them all. I mean, I don't think I'm a sociopath, in fact I'm sure I'm not, but do sociopaths know that they are sociopaths?

Everyday I just get depressed in that classroom.
I'm an outsider.
I try to compare on how I've felt before, and although I didn't feel like an outsider... I was.

My lack of confidence doesn't match my social skills.
Everytime I interact with people, I can't help but think that we may not get along.
I'm not sure how people perceive me.
The popular kids that are cool, good looking and have a great sense of fashion, always have a bunch of friends or people that want to be their friends. I, on the other hand, am not cool at all, and I never look good in fashionable clothes... although I try to dress good, but when people talk about the way I dress, the words "quirky" and "weird" are always included.

People always use the word "weird" when they describe me, and they always tell me to take it as a compliment. I guess I'm asking for too much, but weird sounds pretty vague to me and I think it's just a word people use when they don't want to look for something more complex. When you look for the antonyms of the word "weird" you find "normal" and "natural".

What is normal and natural behavior?
What should I do to be perceived as normal and natural?
And more importantly... Do I want to be normal and natural?

People also have the idea that I'm extremely confident, because "I'm not afraid of showing who I am" and "I'm always myself".
Thank you, asshole, that was very insightful.
I didn't know I can decide to be someone else, because in that case, I'm not confident so I'll act like a unicorn and people will think I'm a unicorn because I act like one. Bastards.

I have the feeling that I push people away sometimes...

2010-10-19T12:18:00.000-07:00

I miss you and I love you.
I hate the weather, it's humid and it makes my hair puffy.
You don't care about my puffy hair anymore.
You don't care about me.
I say I don't care about you... but I do.

You can't trust online quizzes man

2010-10-17T11:29:00.000-07:00

I did a "Do People Like You?" test, because I'm a loser.
The results: People definitely like you.

...

Then why am I such a loner?

Concert hungover.

2010-10-16T02:23:00.000-07:00

So I went to of Montreal's concert yesterday. It was awesome, nothing to say really... just awesome, really awesome, if you like them and didn't go, you should feel sad, because it was awesome.
I was a little uncomfortable though. Why?
Because a week before they took out my wisdom teeth. And although I'm not really swollen, it kinda hurts when you jump, and I jumped... a lot (well, not that much I don't like it when my body bounces. It comes when you're fat) I was exhausted and hungry and thirsty and sleepy after the concert.
I went home, ate a muesli bar, drank water, got online hoping for someone to get online (bastard didn't) listened to some music and fell asleep.
I just woke up and I feel like a drank a lot of alcohol the night before (I didn't, of course) and I look like a zombie (no shocker there)
I'm really nervous, today I'm in a flash mob and I still don't know the dance that well. If I make a mistake I'll improvise I guess.
Glup glup, water water.

Song: Give A Little Love - Noah And The Whale

Thinking about it.

2010-10-15T15:06:00.001-07:00

Ititititititit

My mood.

2010-10-12T12:39:00.000-07:00

Zombies +2 days of loneliness and weather raping my hair.

2010-10-03T00:42:00.000-07:00

Sunday
I wake up at 9 in the morning.
Shiny as hell and slapping my face with brightness, peeking through the curtainless window, the sun opens my eyes and I instantly sneeze.
I dreamed about ANTM, how convenient.
I realize my face is contracted into a scowl (you know that ugly frown we have when we wake up) and I "relax" the muscles of my face and I think I look peaceful when in reality my eyes are wide open.
I look around the mess and see I'm alone in my room.
My bladder is full so I decide to get up.
I get up and stretch and make weird noises like "OOOHHGGGHHHGHHHH" or "EEEGHHHHGHGHHH"
I get out of my room and notice the house is quiet, so I look around, searching for humans, with no success. My house is empty again. I feel lonely.

Saturday
I went to the movies and saw Resident Evil 4. I hate zombies, I really do, somehow the movie didn't scare me that much, it was actually pretty cool.
The humidity made my hair all puffy. Fall be kind, my hair can't handle you!
The entire day my house was empty. I hate it when the house is empty now.
I used to love my me time, but being alone with my thoughts is very tiring.

Song: Radar Detector - Darwin Deez

Day 25- Something you would do if no one stopped you or if you knew you wouldn’t fail.

2010-09-24T22:47:00.001-07:00

Enter a pie eating contest.

Day 24- Something you did as a child that other people remember you for.

2010-09-24T22:46:00.001-07:00

Being super neat and weird.

Day 23- Most awkward first impression you feel you’ve ever given

2010-09-23T07:53:00.001-07:00

Probably all the first impression I gave when I was 14 and younger. I was a very lame kid.

Day 22- Someone you would give your life up for without question.

2010-09-23T07:51:00.000-07:00

No one.

Day 21- Your favorite medium of art.

2010-09-21T12:42:00.000-07:00

When I draw, I love using pens/pencils. It is probably the lack of color that's so soothing to me.

Looking at the monochromatic picture gives me this sense of fantasy, of not being part of the reality that surrounds me.
It's probably chaotic, with no technique whatsoever. Maybe it's just blue/black lines dancing around the paper, meeting, fighting.
It makes me feel in control.

Also I really suck at coloring.

Day 20- A band that you immediately liked and the song that made you like them

2010-09-20T08:42:00.000-07:00

I don't remember any band that I like now and didn't like in the first place, so usually I like bands right after I first listen to them. But I don't really love bands when I first listen to them, Late of the Pier is one of the few. I first listened to Heartbeat, and I fell in love with the sound, it was something that I felt I was missing. Same with Darwin Deez and Micachu. It's easier for me to tell you bands that I used to like and now hate.

Day 19- A passage from a book that has touched you

2010-09-19T06:45:00.000-07:00

When I look back on my childhood I wonder how I survived it all. It was, of course, a miserable childhood: the happy childhood is hardly worth your while. Worse than the ordinary miserable childhood is the miserable Irish childhood, and worse yet is the miserable Irish Catholic childhood.
. . . nothing can compare with the Irish version: the poverty; the shiftless loquacious alcoholic father; the pious defeated mother moaning by the fire; pompous priests; bullying schoolmasters; the English and the terrible things they did to us for eight hundred long years.

Opening Angela's Ashes, by Frank Mccourt.

Day 18- A picture that makes you feel

2010-09-18T05:01:00.000-07:00

Tom Waits makes me feel happy.

Day 17- What you want to be remembered for.

2010-09-17T04:07:00.000-07:00

She was an overly sensitive person, with an eccentric personality and ironic humor. She fell in love everyday and got disappointed quite fast. She liked exotic food and had a good taste in music. She wrote some shit because she liked writing. She liked dancing and she was good at it. She was pretentious and hard to impress. She complained a lot and she was not perfect, but she was herself.

Day 16- Something that you want to do within the next five years.

2010-09-16T07:37:00.001-07:00

Live, I want to live. Maybe be better at everything I do. I have really high expectations... I'll probably end up disappointed like I always do.

Day 15- A moment, phrase, or song that has changed your life the most.

2010-09-15T11:37:00.000-07:00

Leave Nicaragua to come here. It has definitely changed my life.
I don't eat Gallopinto everyday.
I have to speak french.
I don't sweat.
I don't have a tan.
:(

Day 14- Best mashup you’ve ever heard

2010-09-14T08:08:00.000-07:00

I hate mashups.
They're douchey.

Day 13- A memory that never fails to make you laugh

2010-09-13T09:35:00.001-07:00

El pie de la Renée.

Day 12- Your favorite musical artist’s life story

2010-09-12T04:25:00.000-07:00

Copy pasted from Wikipedia:

Noah Lennox (born July 17, 1978) in Baltimore, Maryland known as Panda Bear, is an experimental musician and a founding member of Animal Collective. He chose the name "Panda Bear" because he drew pictures of pandas as artwork on the recordings he made as a younger musician. Lennox grew up in the Roland Park section of Baltimore, Maryland, and had attended high school in Pennsylvania. As a child and teenager, he played sports, mainly soccer and basketball, and had studied piano until he was eight and then cello. He later sang tenor in his high school chamber choir. At the age of 17 he began to listen to electronic music styles like house & techno and artists such as Aphex Twin, all of which became a huge influence on his later work.

Then he went to Lisbon to give a concert and fell in love with some girl and now they're married and have a kid.

Day 11- Favorite picture ever taken of yourself

2010-09-11T08:58:00.000-07:00

Papa Burrr, Statue, I. Somewhere in Germany.

Day 10- A dream you had this past week described in detail

2010-09-10T06:50:00.000-07:00

I don't really like sharing my dreams in detail, I feel like they're way too insightful.
But I will say, that I had a dream where I was driving.

Day 09- Five things you want to see change

2010-09-09T09:39:00.000-07:00

1- My hair.
2- Personality of people I hate.
3- My height/weight
4- How shitty music is so popular.
5- Stupidity.

Day 08- Someone you think would make a good president

2010-09-08T07:53:00.000-07:00

Even though I'm very sure of my political ideology (without being overly opinionated) I wouldn't know how to answer.
Sure many people have great ideas, but I could never know how active these people are towards them.

Day 07- Favorite cover of your favorite song

2010-09-07T08:50:00.000-07:00

Wow, I have no idea, the bands I like make awesome covers.
Knife by Grizzly Bear and covered by Born Ruffians is pretty good.

Day 06- Earliest thing you can remember

2010-09-06T08:33:00.000-07:00

I fell of the stairs and got a nasty wound on my eyebrow, now I have a scar, it's pretty cool.

Day 05- A thank you letter to someone who has changed your life

2010-09-05T04:40:00.000-07:00

All the people I know and all the people I've talked to made me who I am. But that would be a hate letter, not a thank you letter.

Thank you friends, who make life a little less horrible, thank you family who are with me when I lose friends.

Day 04- What you imagine paradise to be like

2010-09-04T06:34:00.000-07:00

A place where there are concerts everyday of bands I like and awesome food and unicorns all over and double rainbows and swedish fish and super fast internet and a cool museum of all the cool things I find cool and a huge library with lots of life changing novels and probably good looking men and cold weather and a nice view of nebula and no bugs or butterflies or animals that scare me and that's it

But something tells me I'm slightly wrong.

FLASH AH AH.

2010-09-03T03:23:00.001-07:00

Le gusta el sci-fi.
Le gusta Queen y David Bowie.
Le gusta Saturday Night Fever.
Bailaba disco.
Tiene una risa muy particular.
Mucho jode.
Le gusta el concierto de Ana Torroja y Miguel Bosé.
Tiene la discografía completa de Mariah Carey.
Dice "Eeeeeh, vaya pues!"
Me anima a ser como soy.
Es mi pwapwa y es su cumpleaños.

Lo quiero pwapwa.

Day 03- The five songs you would have with you on a desert island and why

2010-09-03T02:45:00.000-07:00

That's an impossible thing to ask, I can't even pick 5 artists, I really like all my music, I guess I would take Animal Collective's Fall Be Kind EP, or just take my ipod, sometimes I'm in a Passion Pit mood sometimes I want Regina Spektor, you know?

Day 02- Something that inspires you

2010-09-01T17:50:00.000-07:00

I can't sleep and it's day 2.

I get randomly inspired, sometimes it's like a slap-o'-inspiration.

People tend to inspire me. Especially if it's people I find attractive.

Paintings are very inspiring, I'm no expert, so it depends on how I perceive them.

Music is inspiring too, it inspires me to dance.

Dance inspires me to create choreographies.

Literature inspires my daydreams.

Daydreams inspire my writing.

And I guess that's it, I get inspired a lot really, but I don't always use my inspiration. I sometimes let it go to waste, archive it in my brain's library.

Or I may have a great inspiration and I'm probably in the middle of doing something and when I'm almost done I realize it's shit and I don't finish and I throw it in the trash and I get depressed because of my lack of talent.

Day 01- Guilty pleasure

2010-09-01T11:36:00.000-07:00

I guess I don't have one because I've lost the sense of guilt.

I'm rather proud of my musical taste.
I'm not that picky with food and I don't eat anything in particular that's disgusting.
I don't wear crocs or fanny packs (thank God).

Yeah I don't have any. Or do I???? *cue dramatic music*

I don't know, I just don't see it, but then again I have myopia and astigmatism and I fail to see several things.

Thing I saw at Hobbes's blog that I decided to do because it looks cool and it will make me write more often and omg the title is long.

2010-09-01T11:28:00.000-07:00

Day 01- Guilty pleasure
Day 02- Something that inspires you
Day 03- The five songs you would have with you on a desert island and why
Day 04- What you imagine paradise to be like
Day 05- A thank you letter to someone who has changed your life
Day 06- Earliest thing you can remember
Day 07- Favorite cover of your favorite song
Day 08- Someone you think would make a good president
Day 09- Five things you want to see change
Day 10- A dream you had this past week described in detail
Day 11- Favorite picture ever taken of yourself
Day 12- Your favorite musical artist’s life story
Day 13- A memory that never fails to make you laugh
Day 14- Best mashup you’ve ever heard
Day 15- A moment, phrase, or song that has changed your life the most.
Day 16- Something that you want to do within the next five years.
Day 17- What you want to remembered for.
Day 18- A picture that makes you feel
Day 19- A passage from a book that has touched you
Day 20- A band that you immediately liked and the song that made you like them
Day 21- Your favorite medium of art.
Day 22- Someone you would give your life up for without question.
Day 23- Most awkward first impression you feel you’ve ever given
Day 24- Something you did as a child that other people remember you for.
Day 25- Something you would do if no one stopped you or if you knew you wouldn’t fail.
Day 26- Your definition of love.
Day 27- Your definition of the meaning of life.
Day 28- A moment you remember being completely happy in and a description of why you believe you were. What is your definition of happiness?
Day 29- What you live for.
Day 30- Ways you believe you have grown over the past thirty days.

Verdades.

2010-08-23T15:25:00.001-07:00

No se trata de quién vio la camisa primero, sino quién la coge primero.

Si te pasó algo malo en la vida, superalo, te van a pasar cosas peores más adelante.

Existe la posibilidad de que Wikipedia tenga información sesgada.

No importa que tan exitoso seas, igual te vas a golpear el dedo chiquito del pie contra la esquina de la cama.

Si el clima de Bruselas fuera una persona, sería Sean Combs o P. Diddy o Diddy o Puff Daddy o Puffy o Puff.

Escribir fanfiction sobre Twilight no te hace un escritor.

Aunque pases 8 horas en tu disfraz de Halloween tratando de impresionar a Kevin, te vas a dar cuenta que Kevin prefiere a los disfraces de playmate.

No importa que tan bien te veas, siempre vas a salir mal en las fotos.

No todos conocen a Nick Drake.

No todos comen cerdo.

Mucha gente te odia.

^^ La verdad no.

^^^ Paradoja.

Todos tienen un pariente super religioso que no lee el horoscopo porque cree que es satánico.

I'm not living in Holland.

2010-08-15T11:22:00.001-07:00

So since I've been here people back home have noticed my absence. I have no idea why, I'm not really close to people outside my social circle (more like triangle) but anyway, today some guy I liked said "Hi" to me and here is when I start thinking and get paranoid because this has happened before (you know the fact that a non-friend said hi to me not that a guy I liked talked to me because that never happens). There are probably two reasons why he's talking to me.

1- He wants something.

2- He wanted to say "Hi" to someone else and accidentally pressed my name.

And I'm not being pessimistic, but I really think it's option 2.
I don't reply to save me some awkwardness and self-pity that no one outside my friends really cares about me, but then he asked "How's Holland?"

-Holland?, I'm not in Holland, but that's pretty close.

"Oh, I'm in Belgium, you see" I replied, he said "Oh, yeah I knew it was somewhere close, lol" I puked a little when he said "lol", but I didn't care because I felt important for a while.

But then I started thinking again, what the hell does he want from me? I mean, I'm pretty much far away, and I don't have any information he might be interested in, so I kept talking to him to see what he really wanted. The conversation was pretty empty, nothing too fancy really, he was telling me about his life and plans and I was telling him about the crappy weather, it was a typical conversation between two awkward people. And then he told me.
"I broke up with ___"
"Oh, really?" I said

-Why the hell is he telling me this? is he that lonely and desperate?!

"Why? What happened?" I stupidly asked.
So then he told me the story of how he felt that the relationship was going nowhere, how he didn't feel in love anymore, and other stupid shit that I don't need to know because it's typical to a teen love relationship.
"Sorry man" I said.
Then we talked about music and books.
I was feeling quite happy for a moment, he was never interested in me, and I felt like maybe his girlfriend was getting all his attention and that's why he never really talked to me.

But then, reality kicked in.
I checked the time and realised it was 10:30 a.m. and that meant that it was 2:30 a.m. back in Nicaragua.
He definitely had no one else to talk to, it was a friday and he wasn't out with his friends partying like he usually does. All he wanted was someone to talk to.

Yellooooooow vacation!

2010-08-09T10:44:00.000-07:00

^^^ Ignore the disgusting picture ;)

Animal Collective

2010-07-29T12:37:00.001-07:00

Fall Be Kind is my current obsession.

2010-07-16T11:32:00.001-07:00

Insomnio

2010-07-14T15:57:00.000-07:00

Cierro los ojos-
Y el viento me golpea bruscamente la cara, la grama es mi almohada, sintiendo las hormigas escalando mi cuerpo, buscando refugio dentro mi piel, visualizo mi espalda café, llena de tierra. Respiro. Mis pulmones se expanden y en mi ser invade el olor a bosque húmedo.

Abro los ojos. El techo, oscurecido por la noche reproduce imágenes a colores, vividas de mi niñez. Mis párpados se cierran, mis ojos arden.

Cierro los ojos-
Tengo la sagrada katana en mis manos, hombres muertos, gritos, miembros bañados en sangre, la masacre llegó a su fin. Mi enemigo ha vencido. Y yo, con el tantō en mis manos prosigo con mi seppuku. Siempre pensé que iba a doler.

Abro los ojos. Miro el reloj. 3:45 a.m. cierro los ojos y miro negro, miro puntos grises moviéndose.
Imagino sus ojos mirándome. Abro los ojos y observo el ambiente sombrío.

Cierro los ojos-

Estoy nadando en el océano. Mi visión es 20/20 y miro con perfecta claridad alguien nadando hacia mi. Mientras más se acerca más paranoia me da, mi corazón late de tal manera que pienso que se va a parar.
Estoy frente a frente conmigo misma. Sonrío. Pero ¿quién sonríe? ¿ella, yo, o simplemente yo? Me sumerjo al agua y me sigo a mi misma, nado al fondo del océano siguiendo mis pasos. Me detengo y me detengo otra vez. Quiero respirar, pero no me quiero ahogar, respiro entonces respiro. Sonrío al susto de mi habilidad. Desvanezco y quedo viendo el espacio vacío donde estaba, ahora lleno de burbujas.

Abro los ojos. El reloj dice 4:30 a.m. Esta vez imagino sus manos, explorando mi cuerpo y-

Cierro los ojos-

Abro los ojos. 6:24 a.m.

Cierro los ojos-

Abro los ojos.

Abro los ojos.

Abro los ojos.

11:34 a.m.

2010-07-14T07:44:00.000-07:00

2010-07-14T07:43:00.001-07:00

Fuerte viento.
Fuerte lluvia.
Agua.

2010-07-11T09:36:00.000-07:00

I hate myself.

Great Googly Moogly!!!

2010-07-08T12:15:00.001-07:00

Awesome.

Worldcup, Brian Molko and Vacations

2010-07-03T11:28:00.000-07:00

Now that I'm "enjoying" my vacations I've found myself lazier than ever.
Today Argentina lost *tear* and Germany won (yay?) my throat hurts because I've been screaming like a lunatic (shocker I know) Paraguay should win.
After the game I'm going to Place Luxembourg to a free concert and Brian Molko will be there (haaaaaaawt) and wtf my computer is being retarded eff you windows, eff you.

Him: Hey, guess what your favorite jew did?!
Me: What? He died on the cross for our sins?
Him: Yeah well your second favorite jew...
Me: Oh, what did you do?!
Him: Never mind, you killed it ¬¬

Hipsters multiplicate like rabbits, soon enough people would be ironic enough to hate punk while wearing a Sex Pistols tee, aahh the land of Pitchfork and self-rolled cigs is waiting along the zombie apocalypse.

Scariest shit ever: Zombie butterfly and frog hybrid with Justin Bieber's hair cut.

Song: Stillness is the Move - Dirty Projectors

2010-06-25T14:59:00.000-07:00

Mi hermana me cortó el flequillo y me quedó horrible. Ahorita tengo pelo de tetris. Sheyla si estás leyendo esto: hola.

No hay canción hoy, pero canten la musiquita de tetris.

du rururu dururu rururu dururu rururu dururuu duduru rururu dururu rururu dururu rururu

Exams over

2010-06-24T02:37:00.000-07:00

So...
I had my finals (don't ask) and I'm glad they're over.
I don't really have any updates, I've been feeling kinda stressed thinking about my future and blah blah... you know typical me thinking ahead of time, but wouldn't it be worse if I didn't think about my future at all?
Sometimes I don't even know what I'll have for lunch.

I recently found out about Apparatjik. Wait what is Apparatjik Aurora? you may ask...

To be honest, I have no idea why the hell I didn't know about them before. I feel freaking stupid. AM I LIVING UNDER A ROCK? >I probably am actually.
It has pretty much people I love.
Guy Berryman - Coldplay (hot.)
Jonas Bjerre - Mew (Mew man, Mew.)
and freaking Magne Furuholmen - a-ha (you should already know <_<)> yes please. I've always liked vampires (not twilight bullshit) since Interview With the Vampire (Brad Pitt and Tom Cruise but before he was crazy) and freaking Nosferatu that scared the shit out of me and couldn't sleep for a month.

The weather is beautiful, sunny and hot and yet I'm inside in front of a computer writing things people don't really want to read, but at the end I do it for me, you know being selfish and pretentious is kind of like a hobby to me, hobby? hobbit? LOTR. I used to get excited because my last name rhymes with Aragorn and then with Aragog from Harry Potter.. yeah I should shut up already.

Song: Arrow and Bow - Apparatjik

2010-05-28T10:28:00.000-07:00

No worries.
Stress free.
Deep breathing.
Being part of the Universe.
I am what I was supposed to be.

La Bipolaridad Del Clima

2010-05-27T12:24:00.000-07:00

Martes 25, el clima era "perfecto": 25ºC, sol, gente de buen humor (claro no conocen el sol) y aire fresco. En general estaba de buen humor... hasta que llegó la noche.
No se si es cuestión de "optimismo" o simple lógica el poder contar 50 o más cosas positivas que pasan en el día. ¿Qué define un buen día? Si encontramos 63 cosas buenas que sucedieron y 13 cosas malas concluimos el día como malo. Y si estamos de mal humor al analizar el día, a pesar de las 77 cosas buenas que pasaron, decidimos que fue un día malo.
¿Por qué somos así?
¿Por qué es tan fácil para un ser insignificante en mi vida arruinarme el martes de 25ºC?
Estoy cansada de tratar, cuando alguien más no trata. Y en fin permitimos que alguien que no vale nada nos haga sentir como mierda.
Miércoles 26 llueve, hace frío, hay lodo por todos lados y yo sin sombrilla (o paraguas) me mojo y supongo que me voy a enfermar.
El mismo ser insignificante me arruina más el día y deprimida miro una película pésima. Hoy jueves 27 no llovió (por lo menos mientras estuve en el colegio) mas el cielo está gris y las filas para los sándwiches están increíblemente largas.

Rodeada de vírgenes

Song: Being Kong - Twinkranes

Ok now.. NO!

2010-05-25T13:26:00.000-07:00

Random Crush Thingy

2010-05-25T12:03:00.000-07:00

Remembering childhood facts and stating rushy theories of conspiracy, sharing personal views on religion and talking about atheism. We share thoughts, tastes, memories...
I genuinely smile inside and outside I give an ironic smirk.
No matter how long I close my eyes, I still see his big round eyes staring at me, at my awkwardness.
Sweaty palms, cracky voice.
Whispering about picnics and days at the park, breathe in and squeeze my hand.

-An average person will spend 1 1/2 years of their lifetime in the bathroom.
-Las manzanas son parte de la familia de las rosas

Song: Siren Song - Bat For Lashes

I Pet Panda And Eat Apples

RainyMood.com: Rain makes everything better.

bukowskimente: adiós a los vicios :(

MVI 2368

Fucking swag as fuck

Slice 'n Slide Cake Server

The Snazzy Napper...The Snazzy Way to Sleep While you Travel!

M83 'Midnight City' Official video

Updates in... One liners

dat narcissism

Random Christmas Want

Kate Bush Wuthering Heights.

I Ain't A Stripper - by Amandah (Original Song)

Nostalgiaing

CFCF - You Hear Colours

The Softies - Sleep Away Your Troubles

How I got an 11/20 on my spanish test.

Un comment que hice hace 3 años

Passed the exams

Bitch and everything else.

Movie you should watch

Decepción

Getting my cat in two days!! also exams.

Viejos: 5

Viejos: 4

Viejos: 3

Viejos: 2

Viejos: 1

Pascua en Bélgica

Primavera

Click to enlarge

Fly Guy

Getting a cat

*sigh* FINE...

Random Quiz (stating the obvious, obviously)

The Smiths won't make you look cool.

El peor de los casos.

Random quiz of the day

Nicaragua

December and some lame excuse

Ouch

My confidence.

You can't trust online quizzes man

Concert hungover.

Thinking about it.

My mood.

Zombies +2 days of loneliness and weather raping my hair.

Day 25- Something you would do if no one stopped you or if you knew you wouldn’t fail.

Day 24- Something you did as a child that other people remember you for.

Day 23- Most awkward first impression you feel you’ve ever given

Day 22- Someone you would give your life up for without question.

Day 21- Your favorite medium of art.

Day 20- A band that you immediately liked and the song that made you like them

Day 19- A passage from a book that has touched you

Day 18- A picture that makes you feel

Day 17- What you want to be remembered for.

Day 16- Something that you want to do within the next five years.

Day 15- A moment, phrase, or song that has changed your life the most.

Day 14- Best mashup you’ve ever heard

Day 13- A memory that never fails to make you laugh

Day 12- Your favorite musical artist’s life story

Day 11- Favorite picture ever taken of yourself

Day 10- A dream you had this past week described in detail

Day 09- Five things you want to see change

Day 08- Someone you think would make a good president

Day 07- Favorite cover of your favorite song

Day 06- Earliest thing you can remember

Day 05- A thank you letter to someone who has changed your life

Day 04- What you imagine paradise to be like

FLASH AH AH.

Day 03- The five songs you would have with you on a desert island and why

Day 02- Something that inspires you

Day 01- Guilty pleasure

Thing I saw at Hobbes's blog that I decided to do because it looks cool and it will make me write more often and omg the title is long.

Verdades.

I'm not living in Holland.

Yellooooooow vacation!

Animal Collective

Insomnio

Great Googly Moogly!!!

sigh FINE...