Two and a half ago (damn, too late?) And like almost every morning for about three months, I'm more awake than my grandmother at the time hippie smoking their wiritos. Is that now I see you night owl. Know that in my sleep just starting to annoy me the little star-eyed ones that I have around five in the morning (a shame to miss Canto Andino). And although I'm trying for six days, which is what I Vacation, "to return to a normal schedule (or at least one that my mom because the bladder is called up, I remember that light is expensive and I did not pay) because I can not fijate.
in if I'm doing the same. And is that with the pretext that after midnight there is to do a lot of noise so as not to awaken the working class in my house, I can go other than fooling the Internet. Well, make a fool of what is said to be the fool only recently six days, which is what I've been on vacation (I love repeating it), because in fact weeks ago was dawn on the web with justificadísimos academic work. But on Saturday, July 31 (31 already?, Shit, how you're going to 2010 h), diving for my dear youtube I found my aunt Gloria Estefan. Yes, yes, Wife of Giant merita, the dwarf who sang it in Olha dinghy dinghy-li, li-Bangui Bangui Olha what? Do not you remember?, Go and ask your dad to see what it says. Well, I listen to one of its lejanísimos songs from those 98 and 99, when they talk shows up in the soup, Don Pedrito had me rotten with strong wind and MTV cusi looked decent programming. Years he was enganchadazo with onions, spent my tips on pirated cassettes, carpenters used, I combed and parted in the middle (Imagine me) and my humanity of 1.70 was beginning to feel those changes that you have also gone do not play the fool .
not to be distracted as usual (not that I is well wide), I mean, not to miss (no comment), I meet a Cuban song above. I just want to be happy Do not you say anything? Well no wonder, as I remember or did not single, but to me that at that time was the album where it was included, has been everything. I have traced to the time when I used to ask permission to leave and I cringed when the balls were more than the twelve and said to the gentita "my old must be roasted" (I can not believe I said "roasted") , and when it was trying to make a sound with Reebok, the lady was sitting ready to throw it roll was precupadísima (cell have to 12 yet to be put in fashion), and that the street does not see her again until 18.
What are the things is not it, and certainly I have forgotten why I'm writing about it. Overall, it's common to find a song, either on youtube, radio, in a car, in a tone where you hear one that makes you remember something. Could it be that in recalling the problem? because you can understand that something this big boy. But I in those years, even though he knew that was the song, the repeated and repeated without paying attention to just that: what he said. " I just want to be happy " . But it was! And now that I return to listen to, manya!, I am!. Well, I'm happy, but not stable is not same. I do not mean what really emotional because I do not care much mind you, but in terms of work is already being deshueve time. What am I to two cycles of graduation and have not worked in my life And the truth is that I had troubled past until now that I have been hit several ideas. I have so many plans that I get excited for just hallucinations because I think he's me. But anyway, that's another story.
Lately I feel like I get up (at one o'clock is true, I promise to change) with more energy, more desire to do things, more motivated than usual. With the same energy that I just want to sing be happy while I made a dash to the center of my head. Because although I have not stopped being myself all these years, it's as if I was still going to find.
Without going any further, the vacation ("I had said that I'm on it six days ago?) I'm doing and thinking about doing things he had left long ago and other I had left recently but as he had left. Again I have gone back to the movies alone, again I am eager to devour galleries, walking and walking (and walking), I'm running again (this summer I did amazingly little), I have wanted to see people who do not seen for UFF, to finish a book I'm not letting a long time without starting another, my fanaticism for the order has come in doses of a pandemic, I'm laughing more than usual with my mom, I'm going to have those discussions so exquisite about everything and anything with my old man who almost always finish off with a little game of chess (worth mentioning that a decade ago can not get beat), I'm with a stunning win you start taking ayahuasca, and in an unexplained symptoms back to adolescence'm going to have an appetite from hell, which I'm excited because I know how I got to 60 kg in June. And last but not least, I'm smoking less (say that I would leave the silly fool, but for a start no?)
short, I'm fine. Yes, yes, if you have already spoken to often say "I'm always right", but I'm even better. Since I will be well, now thanks to youtube and Gloria Estefan have made me write lunacy and a half, and I try to find more meaning it does not find it. I have re-read everything and do not understand a coma. Since the pastrula said my grandmother, "the boy's happiness, is incomprehensible and inexplicable." Do not you understand or give a damn about what you just read? Dear ... good sign good sign.
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