Testing.

Naa, just kidding. I am waiting for my next class and I have some time to write. Do we think this blog is a little too negative?? LOLOLOLOLOLOL. Or ROFL ROFL ROFL. Or maybe ROFLMAO.  I have a lot of ideas about topics to write, but suddenly when I put my hands on the keyboard all my ideas dissappear like a pear (that was a joke, just for the record). Instead of that I am trying to overcome my overall inactivity and also trying to be positive. Yeah, I'm fuckin trying, believe it or not their readers. Despite the death of my iPod, the partial losing of my photo camera, the incapacity of my PDA touchscreen to do something at being touched actually.

Oh, it's class time. Go to go.

Going on,moving along, raining and such.

And also watching the rain. Rain falls. It seems obvious, but also seems to be obvious that lightning falls upon the ground during a storm, and that is not true (it goes up to the sky, actually). 

These days have been odd, as usual. At the moment, I am just waiting for the rain to stop or at least for the chance to run to my house.

Seems to be that weekends are pretty much bad for my mental and physical health. It also seems to be that people will always do what they pledged not to do. Yes, that is how the f%·&% people is. 

Nevermind... i think that is all for today. 

Everything may go to HELL.

Yes, damnation to all of you, damnation to everyone. (mmm this is too drastic). Ok a little bit drastic, but somehow, this is how I feel today, after my weekly trip to this city, and surviving the headache and nausea that I had last night. Nausea....a lot of philosophers talk about it... I just remember Sartre and Heidegger. Existencialism. Yeah, to exist cause me nausea, I need a cure... Nevermind. Just finished my homework. Philosophy is a kind of relief. Til next post.

Some lacks....

Lack of lessons, lack of fun, lack of entertainment....among other things. Besides a stream of so called negative thoughts come and flow in the most unspeakable ways (well, maybe that's an exaggeration, in fact it is). The things are speakable, writeable and such. But the feelings are those. Well, being honest there was one day of inner peace, no stress, no anxiety, all good and beautiful with rainbows, ponies, flowers blooming everywhere, and houses made of cake and cookies (got the sarcasm?). 

Well, it was a good day, but it is now so fuckin' over and now there is this almost permanent discontent feeling, and also the inhability to express it in proper ways or in a proper time. 

At this point I am supposed to be able to characterize a problem and bring a friggin' solution. Well none of it. Everything seems a damn problem. So, that's why I say now: Damnation!!!.

¡¡¡HA VUELTO!!!

El horroróscopo está de vuelta.