Since today took me venting desk, I decided to update the journal, poor. So I would have updated tomorrow with the sixth chapter, "A simple love story, but might as well do it now.
Let's see, random thoughts.
I discovered, after a good twenty three years of life, that my kind of music is the preferred Alternative. Interesting, do not you think? As you say, you will not give a damn? Well, I recognize that does not change the life of none other than my own: What a satisfaction in responding to the question "what music you listen to?" Saying: "Alternative", of course-style boy-made-year Verdone 70!
continue: Muse Supermassive Black Hole "is a song I adore. I even downloaded legally from iTunes! Today I heard about twelve or thirteen times (but could be more!) and actually I think my brain is just collapsing on itself, giving rise to a supermassive black hole ... I do not know, maybe the title comes from that!
My father is better. I hope I come out from the hospital Wednesday, although I do not know if it's bad or good to come home: this will not stand still for a moment and care for heart will go to hell.
acknowledge that the last two weeks I spent almost alone among hospital and university and I was about to blow up the brain. Fortunately last night I spent a pleasant evening (even though I had the same desire to leave the den of a bear hibernating in full) and I am relaxed. Unico neo, which later was not a mole but it was still brown, the shit beaten on the street, I hate the rudeness of the people. I have three dogs (my sister, my own could not be!) And when I wear them to make bisognini go around in the bag: if I collect the poo, because others can not do it? I speak to you of the devastating public decorum: know that it is not difficult at all, no, no! * Shakes head *.
This afternoon I've taken the sabbatical study, as was the early afternoon home in the last two weeks, and I finally dedicated to the writing of chapter six. I do not know if I relax more write or cook. Maybe cooking, but my pants lately I strongly recommend writing to relax. I have to go to the gym and repossess 46 of my comfortable, close to the port instead of 46 now. Also because the line of the abdomen, now, is well buried under layers and layers of sweat on the treadmill future.
A week ago I was writing a post, rather than public, that I feel satisfied. Certainly not with my father and my mother in hospital is constantly sick, but happy for having finally conquer it again for myself, my dignity and my original character. A character remained buried for years under a veil of hypocrisy and insecurity impostomi other and maintained by me (a jerk). In the end, though now my social life is fine for some time (the blessed UNIVERSITY '!) Entertainment in a pleasant conversation with someone, I got to check again the Chinese saying (I think) that says: & ldquo and sits on the banks of the river and wait for the corpse of your enemy "(more or less ...). The time I was again crowned the winner and I found to reflect on the stupidity / adolescent fragility and the smallness of some people. But as Disney would say, all's well that ends well, and Aiste has a full and fulfilling life.
Sweet dreams people.
