And classes started!, This noctambulant and sleeping and can justify their absence due to a crisis of inspiration. So, a crisis of inspiration that just encouraged her to post at this time (this being the first Postda August). Never too late to express themselves - and the issues are not "interesting" because they are not about politics or history, or at least I think so. Like any good movie fan attended the Lima Film Festival and though the film I saw not win (always happens, it seems that I have a good nose for the winning films) I can say which broadened my tastes in comedy. I would have liked to see more movies but at the price (13 soles and 20 soles adult student) it was not possible. It is a shame because if you really want everyone to have equal access to Latin American films should lower prices a bit, that way one could appreciate more things, but that's the system. I have to take a turn in powder blue, I have no choice.
Anyway, as I said a new cycle, more stress, more readings, more and more existential conflicts need to achieve a job with better pay to finance my shorts, lol. **********************************************
********************************** Following the wave reflective of this blog is necessary to tell the story ( ?) that gave the title to this post.
Each cycle start my usual sort my stuff and gadgets to get the paperwork next cycle, this is how I found a book of mine (a Pascualina, as usual) in 2006, the year I started college and I started working for the first time.
usually would not read my diary of that time (full of innocence and hope) but in a good mood I decided to read the pages of the dates between August and December, as if trying to remember what did I do for these times three years, is how a particular event began to evoke memories in me: at that stage of college a guy who shared a class started to like it. Big deal! say in sarcasm and it sounds corny, "but what is special here is how it started affecting use affect me-not in the pejorative sense," is very funny because at that time I still believed in the existence of Prince Charming and saw the leg as "perfect" was handsome, studious, charismatic, kind, simple, I mean I'm drooling for it and so was my incentive to not miss any class. Curis
What is that even he had symptoms of all these comedies gringo (when I hallucinated proque only exchanged a few words or a greeting, or when he wanted to talk and see him next to another pretty girl, etc.), No had a happy ending: the cycle over and not see him again until I entered college and well now and I greet him because I doubt you remember the girl who lent him his notebook.
played a role Shyness important, but go with the question: read what I wrote my dreams, my sentences and thoughts (as always, with a good soundtrack included) and it helped me see how much had changed until today. It has given me the most nostalgia for that leg, because even though not fully met, I loved (not to mention the corny words I put on it in the newspaper).
turning the issue somewhat, I see that when you remember the past (whether in politics, sports or music), the People always talk about good things and says we're wrong, it is curious that in that time people also complained.
not mean to suggest now everything is wonderful (of course not), but that nostalgia for the time we lived was beautiful, not like now is as usual I do not know if one should learn to appreciate this because in the future I miss because this is better than what's coming.
The night owl, will return with more post and meanwhile try to hide all day you had. Happy week.
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