EN: Warning: This post is over two years old, so it's possible that the views, opinions, links or instructions reflected on it do not correspond with the way I think now or the way things currently work. I have evolved (and so have the World and the Internet), so it might be advisable to just take this entry for a glimpse into the (my) past. :)

ES: Atención: Este artículo tiene más de dos años de antigüedad, de modo que los puntos de vista, opiniones e instrucciones que se vierten en él pueden no corresponder con cómo pienso ahora o cómo funcionan las cosas en la actualidad. He evolucionado (y también lo han hecho el mundo e Internet), así que probablemente lo más recomendable sería entender esta entrada como un simple reflejo del (de mi) pasado. :)

Mmm. I’m afraid this will be one of those posts that make me look like a maniac or something :geeked:.

First of all, thanks to all of you who wished a good recovery to me =)

Quite a lot of things have happened recently (well, not really, but I felt like saying something of the sort :P). Last Sunday I was invited by R., the friend of mine who is going to Kansas, to have lunch at the country house of her family. I could get to know her much better, specially her family :???:, and realising how lucky I am. I like her even more, but it’s a pain realising how much I despise certain kind of people too… Then, the day after, I spent all night long feeling miserable for the weirdest reasons: I spent the night alone at Santiago, which is not so uncommon, but the thing is that I got worse of my cold or whatever the $%&%$ that was and as I could not breathe, I could not sleep, so I continued writing a sort of novel I compose when I am bored, just as an exercise :P. The part I did that night was a suicide letter (your comments to a past entry inspired me ;)), and it’s not only that I got too much into the character that was writing it, but into the character that was supposed to read it… Gosh, I know I am not such a good writer :tongue:, but I got really thrilled, so I started crying like a mad and that made my breathing even worse, but I couldn’t stop crying… Yeah, a real drama… Like a gore film, more precisely. Now I laugh at myself imagining the scene, but I felt very grotesque, even ashamed. Pathetic. Then I had the *great* idea of thinking over how easy people fuck litterally each others life just for the sake of sex, and how stupid we -freaks like a couple of my friends and I, who do know what the difference between love and sex is, who do know how to be pleased by sex without fucking other’s lives, and who long not to know someone special to fuck that life, but to make love with- are…

I was still crying -or whatever you can call at that thing I was doing- at 3 a.m. I tried to read but even Physics Essays thrilled me too!!! If I had Internet at the flat in Santiago I could have got rid of that idiotic moment by reading someone else’s paranoia; I could also have wrote a message to my friend R., but she has no mobile phone. So in the end I decided to wrote a sms to Q. in Norway, which is always the one who ends up by reading the stuff I write when I am in my most pathetic states :violin:. I’m always frightened of scaring him or something, but I guess that even though he gets scared, he is getting use to it :P In the end I managed to get some sleep, and I was awaken by a beautiful sms by Q. I was totally recoverd of my misery, my cold and everything by then, I knew it when I didn’t feel like crying when he asked me if The Prisoner of Azkaban had been already released in Spain and I realised that he is one of the few people I know that would like to come with me to watch it (sigh!) and he is way sooo far. Thanks heavens my parents gave me a sister ;)

And Ronald Regan died… (I’m thinking in quite a lot of things at the same time now). Well, it was about time; I mean, he was ill and so on, so it’s not that extrange, but it was a real icon of the eighties and knowing about his death makes me feel melancholic… I remember when he was shot, I was like 6 years old and I was already worried by politics and the World just as I was worried about not doing too bad at school or trying to find out when I was going to see my best friend again. I remember I uses to talk about “world issues” with my maternal grandmother… I must recognise I was quite a lucky girl having several interesting people next to me the first years of my life. But they left pretty soon too :(, domage!

Whatever, Internet stuff: I got excited and I applied for another fanlisting (it’s been ages since the last time I said “I won’t apply for another one, I promise”), but…. (There’s always a “but”, isn’t it? :D) I couldn’t believe there was no fanlisting for this thing, I couldn’t, I just have to build it even though it might have more haters than lovers… What I am talking about is… The European Union =) I applied for it to be included in both the Politics section and Places at The Fanlistings, but it was only admited in Politics. I’ve got the layout and the English and Spanish versions ready, and some pieces of the French, Galician-Portuguese and German (I’ll ask some of you to help me with certain translations) ;) You know how much I love languages and how much I try to respect everyone’s mother tongues, so it would be great having a version of that fanlisting in each one of the official languages of the European Union. Do you know Maltese? Slovenian? Finnish? I will ask some of the members of the languages fanlisting to help me with all that, it’ll be fun… I love the Internet spirit :geeked:.

Now that I come to think of it, my thesis is going pretty well… It’s amazing how my psychological state can depend on my academic life :geeked:.
Gotta go now. I wish you the best in your academical stuff too.
See you!