I don't have rose colored sunglasses

It's true. And it sucks.

I dunno what I'm supposed to do for the upcoming semester, I just hope it doesn't affect any of my chances to, well you know that white robe I'm working for. You know I read a magizne article about a girl that flunked out of school because of too much partying, and sorry but sincerely that girl doesn't deserve shit.

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But for now let me take what I have and keep it near.

Btw, I found this cool band "Explosions in the Sky." Instrumental post rock. I like it.

And on survivor talk which I can't believe I'm watching, I really hated that they broke the tribes now it's not racially divided. The black team would've lost first, it's quite apparent. I think all the other three had an equal chance to win, but now everyone's mixed and I don't fancy that. I won't watch anymore.

Yep yep

Im back to my old ways again. Meaning of not doing anything, when I really have to. like school work wise. Geez, you'd think I have enough incentives. But anyway, here read:

I was home, on the top floor, and the light was coming in through the blinds, it was exceptionally bright. Almost to the point where it hurts your eyes. There were two dogs there, one was tan colored and the other black; I kissed and hugged both of them, I had a preference for the black puppy. They had to go to the bathroom so I opened the door to the grass, and I went out and then I was falling in the sky, the feeling was awesome, it's sort of like when you're in the car going really fast and you open the window and stick your head out. The air messing up your hair and if you face the wind directly you have a hard time breathing air in, haha, I had short hair too. I was laughing and enjoying my way down, I didn't stay for the landing, the cold woke me up.


Ilugt

choses

Well, at first I was hesitant to write about stuff like this, but let's go ahead and do it! hehehe.

Anyway, a good friend of mine is having some problems in her "love" life and I am reluctant to call it that because it seems like she changes guys too often, and isn't really involved, she's too much of a romantic. I hope she gets this one straightened out and good things happen.

Someone once said to me that Spanish men were sexy, and that while americans would look gay and silly in those toreador (bull fighter) costumes Spanish men pull it off. I think it's the juxtaposition of the handsome dark looks and virility the man exudes against the elaborate sequined costume. (Forget for a moment the animal cruelty of such spectacle.)

On to something else, Mcdonald's food sucks, it's so salty. gross.

Look!
http://news.nationalgeographic.com/news/bigphotos/21329204.html
it's very expected but at the same time shocking people are so retrograde. Bah!


I dreamed I was in some sort of painting, near the coast of some place, there were verdant hills near the dark blue ocean, a couple of sailing boats, and we had gone parasailing, you had to come into the water very precisely otherwise you could run into the boats or land on the deck, I landed ok, but it felt like I had to swim half a few hundred meters to shore, when I finally reached land, I remember feeling relieved, my legs ached, but my arms were fine, and while resting in the sand, I looked up and saw you. We laid on the beach enjoying the changing colours of the sky, and we both said, "le ciel" and smiled.

I found fifteen dollars in my pocket.

Girly girls intimidate me.

Reading the Virgin Suicides, it's good but um, very direct about adolescence. I think that's what I meant to say.

I think I could almost drink a whole gallon of gatorade, I should try it sometime. haha, Im afraid I'll bloat like a balloon.

I like akward silence whenever I meet a stranger. It kind of makes me laugh.

Woot!

I had a very nice dream about lounging in one of my relative's pool, my uncle's house is so modern and elegant. It's situated in the posh part of Mexico and it's sorrounded by equally posh houses. The facade and most of the interior is white, but there are pale greens and other earthy neutral colours too. There's this amazing pool filled with salt water; I was sitting next to it in my dream about to dive in, when I was awakened and my relaxing dream shattered.






Im in for ten days of hell. eleven actually. Que Dios me ayude.

p.s. I hate the commentary on the U.S. Open, it's so biased. I hope Federer wins.

Guava Juice

Today I hiked five miles, I didn't think I could go as fast as I did, but amazingly I finished it. It feels good to feel a little winded, on my legs especially to feel the blood circulating, and my hands are fine, they didn't bloat this time. I think it's because I've been drinking more water.

About to start reading "In Cold Blood" by Truman Capote; I'm expecting good stuff.

And on the semester as well, how about you?