sometimes the days are monotonous, boring, insignificant, with a hint of a smile or some other face. Lately my days I felt something like that, do not know, is a particular feeling. There is a strange feeling, because if it were at least have something interesting. I do not know why they come to life this kind of days. Who knows, I imagine it must be more or less well as they prepare a meal, say pumpkin corn. It happens that I love corn but I'm not a fan of the pumpkin (yes, here comes a stupid example). I eat because I know in itself bad, but if I say, "You'll never eat pumpkin" I would not head the world, or at least I think so. Although what they say: "You do not know what you have until it or lose it" ... maybe some time that happens we kill them these days or suicide, will be like that artist who became famous but not sold any paintings while breathing, a Van Gogh, or Anna Cecilia (nothing in my ability with it, but yes or no that ... what an honor to write my name next to a genius like that? "I give you the privilege because this space is mine) prob-ably those days that memory will be harassed, that sigh when thinking about the past.
Today was one of those days. As I said, lately I get a lot of those and whether the time postman pure fill my mailbox pamphlets that nobody reads. My day was not anything special, though not finished, but today I have many things to say about today and not know where to start.
happens that we are constantly thinking (or good, I hope of all, at least). Today I did not think more than usual, but I just thought and that made me become aware of my thinking, although this did not happen until an hour ago I sat here in the library of the Tec and started listening to music on my laptop. Before arriving here, at this moment, it took a series of events unfolds before ... therefore give a brief account from my birth until today .... ajjaja not lie, I'll finally have my day to explain the thinking that is going around in my head at this time. Although now I can not stop thinking about how important it was every second of my life and the lives of my parents and their parents ... finally, overwhelms me to think about these things that only conclude that life is an endless series of coincidences causes.
The first parts of my day spent with an unawareness of thought, that what I was talking about before. I had my examination of Quantitative Methods for Social Research, was easy. Honestly I did not study anything because yesterday I decided to see the seasons 5 and 6 of "How I Met Your Mother", but it was easy because there was little material for the exam. Throughout the semester we were doing research, those who end up being 50 pages successful effort to make you feel like you're a professional .. and well, that's what counts most of the material. I went home for lunch and came back to Tec. Here I a board of the magazine that we are developing with the support of Yale University, had never been in a position to table a project as big as this. After I returned to my house to read the comic "The Walking Dead," which I highly recommend. At that time, as I said, still not taking consciousness of my thought, but that does not avoid the fact that he thought as long as I am very rarely do things like reading comics, discuss with my dog, walk to my scorpion, play nintendo, psp, magic, playing online something that NEVER tell anyone that is, (NOT PORN, my mom knows what game is because it works with your credit card, etc.). Anyway, later I got olive oil on hair for a few hours and talked a while with my boyfriend. I got a bath and went back to Tech again.
The reason I came back for the third time is because I was INSTITUTE of hanging out with a teacher who has promises to send me the old world. No, not true about the promises, but I is supporting a project of life that I have and I hope to share with you in the future. IT's a BIG deal. I could talk about this issue all day, but I can not get my hopes, not thrill you, with something that still does not grasp how ... but when the crackling thunder, or as they say, the crushing thing, will be third or fourth in learning. In short, I left the meeting satisfied, somewhat nervous, excited, half afraid, but with much hope ... and returned to my home.
What I do with it? Then I returned to Tech a fourth time! Incredible, but true. I could have stayed the whole day here "to save around" but not me. I like to give you twists and turns to the subject, I like to fight, I like to sing in the car because there nobody listens and nobody bothers you.
The point of all these things that happened today come together in this fourth visit to Tec (because I have to do a job pags of 853678940 for the 29) that was what inspired me to go to the library, go to the third floor, enter the study room, giving him two laps, find the least uncomfortable place, sit at the desk, get my computer and start writing this. And this has much to do this thinking that I was born (not for the first time, obviously we've all thought about many times) just as I was walking to the library and thought I was freezing while I'm so alone I spend one night Friday to return to Tec (although not needed). As I thought this and other things that I do not remember, almost to get to the library I realized that it hurt a lot because the jaw I thought I forgot I grit my teeth with cold. This made me realize that I was not so aware of my body and my mind was that I had to save the Powerade in the backpack, because otherwise they would not let me put it to the library.
Upon entering the library could not stop thinking that thought, and I think many things. In some way overwhelmed me, like when you realize that you breathe and start to do so voluntarily (FUCK), but it was interesting. When I went upstairs I saw a guard watching the pictures detail a revolutionary post exposure second floor. While on my way to the third floor I thought it probably the guard had nothing else to do and has become very familiar with these photographs, which has seen things that maybe others have not noticed, you've thought things that perhaps only someone who can see can discover and now I was thinking I thought that this man thought and he was 100% aware of this thought.
Anyway, that's not the most significant of today, a dull day for this person I am and he is writing. When I finally sat down with the mac I started listening to music. I heard compositions that became a friend and I recently found in my mail while to clean emails. They are magnificent, the truth is that I love, remind me of Yann Tiersen, which makes me think of my puberty, which brings me the memory of very intense days (hormonally, I suppose: P), which makes me nostalgic and I put to think about it. That is, it makes me wonder about him and do him like their own music? Will you be satisfied? Do you consider boring, like these days? "Monotone? Will you be here or a super ego that tells occasional "Man, you rock !"?... Who knows, but I know that I love your music and I consider him a genius. What makes me question me Perhaps someone thinks that way about me?
This day was many things, I do not know if I became part of the day that someone else led him to make a reflection like the one I'm doing now. The days we be negligible in the days of someone else. I know that if this composer friend of mine reading this will smile at this time ... o.. I can not do face "huh?'re talkin 'bout' me?". Yes, definitely, on we be insignificant in the days of someone else, muriéndonos at time of completion, committing suicide at the time of a boring day like this.
