AMERICAN LEAGUE

L'American League ha le sue regine, ed entrambe vengono dalla East Division. Gara 4 delle Division Series ha confermato che la favola di Tampa Bay, passata da squadra peggiore della stagione 2007 a candidata al titolo nel 2008, non accenna a finire, e che Boston, campione in carica a caccia del terzo titolo dal 2004, quando pose fine alla maledizione del Bambino, non ne vuol sapere di abdicare.

Rays e Red Sox si sono sbarazzati di White Sox e Angels, e da venerdì si ritroveranno di fronte nella serie al meglio delle sette che assegna il titolo della AL. Tampa, che avrà il vantaggio del campo e che in casa vanta il miglior ruolino di marcia di tutta l'Mlb, si è imposta 10 volte su 18 nelle sfide di regular season contro i Red Sox.

BOSTON RED SOX vs LOS ANGELES ANGELS: 3 -1

I campioni in carica ribaltano il fattore campo ed eliminano gli Angels, che in regular season avevano ottenuto 100 vittorie e che erano caduti al cospetto dei Red Sox anche nel 2004 e nel 2007, quando poi la franchigia del Massachussetts aveva conquistato le World Series. Boston espugna l'Angel Field in rimonta in gara 1, chiusa sul 4-1 con due corse nel 9° inning, e ripete l'impresa nel match successivo, vinto 7-5 grazie all'home run di Drew che manda a segno anche Crisp nell'inning conclusivo.

Gli Angels si riscattano nella tiratissima terza partita, la prima al Fenway Park, chiusa 5-4 al 12° inning grazie ad una punto segnato dal catcher Napoli, che aveva colpito due homerun nei primi cinque inning. Anche gara 4, vinta 3-2 dai Red Sox, si decide al nono inning, quando la corsa dell'esterno Jason Bay fa esplodere i quasi 39mila del Fenway Park proiettando la squadra di Terry Francona alla sfida per il titolo della American League.

TAMPA BAY RAYS vs CHICAGO WHITE SOX: 3 - 1

I Rays impegano quattro gare a prolungare la loro favola, lasciando ai White Sox solo il punto della bandiera e volando a giocarsi il titolo della AL per la prima volta nella loro storia. I ragazzi di Joe Maddon chiude i conti vincendo 6-2 allo US Cellular Field, volando sul 4-0 già nel quarto inning grazie a due homerun di Upton e alle corse di Crowford e Floyd. I padroni di casa nel sesto riescono a ridurre lo svantaggio a 5-2, ma nel settimo Bartlett firma il punto che fissa il punteggio. Tampa Bay si era imposta 6-4 (grazie anche a due fuoricampo di Evan Longoria) nella sfida che ha aperto la serie al Tropicana Field, bissando il successo nella seconda partita con un 6-2 in rimonta. I White Sox, ai playoff in extremis dopo lo spareggio con Minnesota, avevano trovato la vittoria che aveva riaperto la serie al ritorno nella Windy City imponendosi 5-3 davanti agli oltre 50mila dello Us Cellular, non riuscendo però a riportare la serie in Florida. Per i fans di Chicago, che cullavano il sogno di un derby tra White Sox e Cubs nelle World Series per la prima volta dal 1906, l'ottobre del baseball è già finito.

NATIONAL LEAGUE

La National League incorona i Philadelphia Phillies e i Los Angeles Dodgers, che si contenderanno il titolo a partire da giovedì nella serie al meglio delle sette sfide, con la franchigia della città dell'amore fraterno che potrà sfruttare il vantaggio del campo. Nelle Division Series, al meglio delle 5 partite, i Phillies si sono liberati di Milwaukee, mentre i Dodgers hanno condannato i Cubs al 101esimo anno di attesa.

LOS ANGELES DODGERS vs CHICAGO CUBS: 3 – 0

A sorpresa i Dodgers, trascinati da Manny Ramirez sempre più idolo dei fans della città degli Angeli, travolgono i Cubs senza lasciare loro nemmeno una partita. I californiani passano due volte a Wrigley Field surclassando gli avversari, 7-2 in rimonta al debutto e 10-3 senza problemi nella seconda partita, con l'esterno dominicano ex Boston Red Sox che firma un fuoricampo in ogni sfida. La squadra di Joe Torre, regina della NL West con 84 vinte e 78 perse, completa poi l’opera a Los Angeles, davanti ai 56mila del Dodger Stadium, chiudendo i conti con una vittoria per 3-1. I Cubs dovranno ancora rinviare il ritorno al titolo, che manca dal 1908.

PHILADELPHIA PHILLIES vs MILWAUKEE BREWERS: 3 - 1 

Er nahm kurzentschlossen eine zerknüllte Zeitung, die er für das Reinigen seiner Pinsel nutzte, zerriss sie in Streifen und klebte diese willkürlich auf den roten Untergrund der Leinwand. Arbeitszeit: 10 Minuten.

Das Ergebnis konnte sich sehen lassen – bei der Ausstellung einer Integrationsklasse. Morth wusch sich zufrieden die Hände. Morgen würde er das Werk verpacken und nach Japan schicken. Vorher aber machte er noch ein Foto, um es Sue zu zeigen. Er war gespannt, wie sie darauf reagieren würde.

Morth fand sich jedenfalls unheimlich witzig und scharfsinnig. Wenn die schon keinen Wert auf die Auseinandersetzung mit Motiv und Künstler legten, sollten sie Scheiße fressen und dafür noch bezahlen. Er fand das fair. Solange sein Cote auf der Rückseite zu finden war und die Größe stimmte, hatte er sein Teil erfüllt.

Die Arbeit war also erledigt. Morth fragte sich, was er nun tun wolle und horchte in sich hinein, in die Hexenküche, in der die Wünsche, Vorstellungen und Sehnsüchte nach geheimen Rezepturen zusammen begraut werden. Schließlich meinte er, er hätte Lust, sein Äußeres den geänderten Umständen anzupassen. Ihm schwebte das klassische Künstler-Outfit vor: schwarzer Pulli, schwarze Hose, lange schwarze Haare. „Fuck off,“ dachte er, „dann sehe ich ja aus wie die ganzen Poser, die nichts auf die Reihe bringen. Ich bin jetzt etabliert. Da sollte ich nicht wie ein Loser rumrennen.“

Wenn es etwas im Leben von Morth gab, das ihm wirklich wichtig war, dann war es, dass er kein Loser war. Das war unumstößlich, das betonte er und damit hatte er anderen schon schwere Wunden geschlagen. Wenn jemand auch nur andeutete, dass er ihn für unbedeutend hielt, für unfertig oder fehlerhaft, wurde Morth unangenehm, schlagartig.

Er selbst war sich darüber gar nicht so im Klaren. Stets schob er das Problem auf die Anderen, die Umstände, die Themen. Wie Mose mit seinen Gesetzestafeln stand er über dem Volk, das gegen Regeln verstieß, die es noch gar nicht kannte. Der Zorn wurde dennoch entflammt – in Mose und in Morth.

Zuerst ging er zum Friseur. Timeo vom Don Carlos hatte ihm seinen Bruder Federico empfohlen. „Wenn Du einmal wirklich gut aussehen willst, wie ein Mann von Welt, eh, dann geh zu ihm,“ hatte der Kellner lächelnd zu ihm gesagt. Ein Wunder, dass sich Morth nach Jahren noch daran erinnern konnte! Aber hatte Timeo damals nicht angedeutet, dass Morth eben nicht wie ein Mann von Welt aussah? Wie ein Verlierer vielleicht? Der peinliche Deutsche in Birkenstocks auf dem prunkvollen Parkett der Weltbühne? Das hatte in ihm weiter gearbeitet. So etwas vergaß er nicht.

„Capelli“ hieß der Laden. Morth betrat ihn schwungvoll. Er war voller Tatendrang. Ohne Auftrag grüßte er Federico von seinem Bruder. Der Figaro sollte gleich wissen, wen er da vor sich hatte. Morth wollte von vornherein ausschließen, gleichgültig oder gar unfreundlichbehandelt zu werden. Obwohl sowohl das Interieur als auch die Preise, die Morth erwartete, das ausschlossen.

Kaum saß er, hatte er auch schon eine vergoldete Kaffeetasse in der Hand. Federico persönlich nahm sich seiner an, strich ihm prüfend aber sanft übers Haar und fing an, über unbedeutendes Zeug zu plaudern. Aufhänger war natürlich Timeo. Morth entspannte sich.

The dad of the movie tells all the time "the world is divided in two, in winners and losers". If you don't pratice something you are a loser, if you do you are a winner. Which one are you? Well... I don't know, I think the thought of the Granpa is better "you are always a winner if you try, if you even have tried you are such a loser".

Try, maybe this is the message, the sign. Maybe the movie doesn't want to make us laugh, it's better than this, it's trying to show us how we could change with our tentatives(?) and don't give up in the middle of our way. If we doesn't try we will NEVER have a result, even if we fail, because we tried.

I'm not a such of loser, yesterday I heard from a friend of mine good things which makes me feel good. "R. you born to shine, you are a leader, you are not here to 'support' anyone. You are better than everyone, have you noticed how brave you are when you are conviced about a subject as you like? You have to show those people. You can do wrong now on college, now it's time for this. It's our life now, it demands you can fail now". It's not exactly what she said.

Hell, yeah. I tried yesterday, I try to did my best, my teacher likes me when I talk about something, he likes what I wrote on exams and he likes my argument yesterday about my presentation. It was a good experience, to know where I'm failing,

Ok, that's it. Now I will follow the 9 steps to be a winner!

Buh-bye.

keep on commenting.

:)

He was responsible for the American people having to bail out the Savings and Loan fiasco of the Eighties.   Which cost the American people Hundreds of Billions of dollars.  While john McCain sat back and even conspired to cover up the the dirty deeds of Mr.Charles Keating of Lincoln Savings where the retirees lost their life savings while John McCain Got his Fifth House out the deal plus who knows what else.  The senate at the time found John McCain guilty of conspiracy and only reprimanded him when he should have been sent to prison like Congressman Randy Duke Cunningham of California.

Mr. Keating was John McCain's biggest supporter in Arizona.  Mr Keating a Criminal Felon represents the kinds of men  John McCain aligns himself to for his own personal gain.   Charles Keating supported John McCain because he knew  John McCain was his man in the Senate.

He could lose because he does not appear to really have any principles.  He stands for nothing and will say anything his handlers prompt him to say.  Even a parrot can talk, but does the parrot understand what it says?  Does John McCain really know what he is saying?  Today he said My fellow "Prisoners"  referring to Americans.  He could lose for choosing Sarah Palin as his VIP choice. 

for more proof please read here:  http://www.laprogressive.com/2008/10/04/mccain-the-war-hero-has-no-clothes/

A new Gallup polls has Obama up by 9 points. And before you go dismissing that poll you should check out the poll of polls averages that show Obama ahead as well.

As I predicted yesterday before the second debate, so again I predict today that unless something massive happens between now and the election Obama wins.

McCain faces a perfect storm of bad news for his bid for the office. The Republican brand is in the shithouse thanks to Bush. McCain's choice of VP has turned into a bad joke. And the economy is imploding all around us. Add to all this questions about McCain's age and health and what you have is almost no chance he will be elected.

So long Republicans. Don't let the door hit you on the ass on your way out.

I am currently getting myself high with Coke Zero. Stupid, I know, but it’s the most legal and most effective upper I can take right now. Coffee doesn’t work for me anymore (or it doesn’t make me stay awake for a long time anymore), plus we have no fridge or hotpot so it’s stupid to make coffee in the boarding house. As for apples, it’s impossible to have them around. It just is. Fruits are so rare here (in the boarding house). My brother and I have been drinking Coke for three consecutive nights already staying up late and finishing our term papers and thesis. I can see my belly swelling already and it’s gross. Stress makes me fat. Eew.

The final exams are fast approaching. My eyes are failing me. No time, energy and enough amount of brain cells to talk shit about Loser. I’m too tired. Let him do whatever he wants to. Let him hurt me. I’d care, but I’m too tired to do so.

Gahd. I wanna sleep.

-isablahblah-

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já tem quase um mês que eu cheguei.
:~~~~~

o engraçado é que eu sei que as minhas ações são completamente sem fundamento.

He's getting a little to damned comfortable in this relationship. Meaning his true form is showing. Its not like it was that much covered but shit I didn't notice before; I'm catching on to. He got one more time to whatever me and I'm going to snap. He contradicts the fuck out of himself. He ask a question then when he gets an answer he didn't/don't want to hear he says whatever like he shouldn't of asked or didn't want to know in the first damned place. I've never been angry at any of my significant others every other damned day. Like I said in my other blog, this relationship is more stress than its worth. Day after day I'm finding less and less things thats keeping me around. I'm just waiting on that last leaf to make its way to the ground. That last straw, that last drop; that last breath. I don't know if I would snap or just leave. Its come down to the point it wouldn't even be a point in me even getting angry or even saying anything when it doesn't mean squat TO him.

He in a minute is gone have his basketball friends, his best friend, his myspace friends, his CS friends and Y! friends but the girlfriend; is going to be gone. She might go back on her promise and not even be his friend. She might go back on her word and leave him. She just damned well might go back on everything she vowed not to do for the sake of her blood pressure.

Its like he think cause he has the title "boyfriend" he gets special treatments and shit. I mean yea the little shit but some shit he just makes me want to release all my anger out and clothesline the shit out of him. He don't realize I can get angry enough to toss his ass. I don't never remember much or know where the strength come from but someone usually gets hurt when I'm that angry. I hate bottling shit up, I hate repeating myself, I hate going through this shit over and over, I'm almost hate caring cause all it looks like to me is him getting a free ride. Well since he like living in filth; he like the way his home looked before I came around. Well thats how its gone be. I'm not gone pick up after him at all. I'm going to let him be on his daily scheduled routine; like I'm not around or something. I'm going to act invisible most of the time. This living arrangement is only temporary.

SOON as I get me a damn job and a damned good one I WILL be looking for me a place ASAP. & No he can't move in or come dirty up my place either. MAN it ain't even about his capabilities of cleaning or the fact his house if I wasn't there wouldn't get/be cleaned. Its the fact he takes advantage of shit.

You know, I'm very random with my blogs, I jump from one topic to another but still is understood ROYALLY. Anyway, this medicine that I'm taking; causes mood swings. But this is NO mood swing. These are bottled feelings that can't but want to escape, want to be heard, want to be seen, want to be acknowledged. But the man that is the main reason to all the madness is so blind, to the fact that he doesn't realize he's blind. He think its easy talking to him, he think its easy discussing shit to him. Everything is one sided cause he got this facade that he has all the answers. I hate that about him. He don't have all the answers. He don't know half of which he speak. When I cook, he has a problem with that. That irks the FUCK out of me when someone tell me what to do in the damned kitchen. I'm not kitchen illiterate. I know my way around. Let me move around that bitch to the best of my abilities. Don't tell me what to put in a pan. Let me do this. You wasn't in the kitchen when I started don't try to be in there when I damned there finished. When I do eat, he has a problem with that. He says I play around with my food; I've never done that a day in my life. He says I never eat. No you aren't around me every single moment. The 3-day weekend he was gone, I ate at least 50-60 times. I kept going back and back and forth to the store and to the fridge. I couldn't stop eating and I haven't taken my medicine yet. So he thinks he knows me, he thinks he knows my habits. When he only knows what he see's. Nothing that happens repeatedly, just that one time and he knows right away I do it all the time. Get that bullshit out of here Ced. We have NOT ONCE sat down and told each other our dreams, or even told where and how we grew up face to face.

Haven't even told you how I got so talented besides looking and shit and being stuck in the house when I was younger. Yea the shit I wrote you but the things you say and do to be is very obvious that you read it with your mind and eyes closed. Maybe you read it but shit you didn't remember half the shit that was said cause you didn't read it. I hate wasting my time thinking I'm going to get through that person only to be let down in the end. I give my all and that isn't enough. I knew I should of just stay with my girlfriend. We was cool man but we grew a part after high-school and shit. I would love to just turn back the tables and not even deal with the things that come with a penis. Some no MOST of y'all men of today that sit and chat with face-less people on the net day in day out is forgetting that it's going to be a day where someone is going to care and be there for you, but y'all just gone push them away cause you let that e-life rub off on you and thats all the hell you know. Half the time the e-life you're living is fake and you just so happened to start believing the shit and start acting it out in real life. Whether its calling females bitches or just not being themselves all together.

Another thing, I've talked to my ex about all the nudity on this computer I'm using; which is my boyfriends. She told me that even if she was a nigga she would have the respect to make that shit disappear. Thats disgusting and rude as fuck to even have that shit right in your face and its also a sign of cheating and worse things to come/happen. Either that person got a problem or he just don't give a damn about you and think them bitches he'll never fuck is more worthwhile than the one thats actually putting up with his bullshit and being there for him. She told me to let him keep e-fucking them face-less bitches miles and miles away. He gone look up and thats all the hell he gone have.

My ex-girl is just as real as me but unlike her when she speak people actually try to better themselves for good. Not for no damn week like my boyfriend but for life.

He is great to be around don't get me wrong there are some good qualities about him. Or I wouldn't be sticking around. I'm a sucker for love but I ain't no damn fool. Its not even about the sex; its pretty obvious I don't need it in my life. I mean I get the occasional horny-ness but who doesn't? Anyway, if it were more good qualities to out-weigh the bad qualities, I would be back in love with him but sadly, I'm out of it. I just love him. I'm not in love with him no more. That flame blew out a yr ago. Its sad its going to be 3 yrs and I know less about him than I did 2 yrs ago. People say if you fall out of love, you were never in love to begin with. People fall out of love like a chronic depressed person stops doing things they loved the most.

Also its like he hiding something. My gut is always right and my heart, every time I think about it; it starts beating fast. So yea he's hiding something and its bad but he says he not hiding anything but I'm rarely paranoid. I'm rarely not on the money. I be right on the money. & If he don't just come out with it, this relationship won't make it to this November and maybe not even that long. My heart is already telling me to throw in the towel on this relationship. Its not anything major that he's doing thats causing me to want to break up. Its the same little shit that keeps getting to me.

I know what I like in a man when it comes to a relationship. Just not with him, I don't know whats keeping me around, I don't know why I'm bothering myself with him. Not only does my heart tells me about the bad but it has a good side too. I think about down the road I guess. I guess that keeps the relationship going. Plus I can just sit and think about certain things he does or say and I just burst out laughing; damned there in tears.

Its very simple in fact; keeping me happy that is. Just make me laugh and do things with me. Its probably my last relationship, I go so much attention from that abomination. I kind of want that back. The attention my boyfriend gives me half the time isn't something I want. Usually I end up bruised and or in a choke hold from him wrestling with my ass. I guess beggars can't be choosers. I'll get the attention anyway I can I guess.

if i had a dollar for all of the times I thought I'd found the right one
I'dbe a billionaire
i could probably ride out and go and buy me one
i wouldn't mind a dude
that could take my attitude
and take the time to listen
someone that understands when i need a little space
and when i need attention. All you got to do is come around.

-N-

I den här väntan när jag inte vet hur/vad jag ska göra känner jag mig lätt vilsen... i vilsenheten bara trängtar jag efter närhet. När jag snart går och lägger mig kommer jag säkerligen att ligga och önska/drömma om att få somna tätt intill någon, precis som jag drömmer mer eller mindre varje natt.

Jag vet ju egentligen inte hur det är, vare sig det handlar om kärlek, attraktion eller bara vänskap, men likförbannat så kan hela min kropp och mitt sinne skrika efter den typen av närhet... den skriker efter något den aldrig upplevt... men egentligen är nog det jobbigaste att vakna i ensamhet. Om nätterna brukar tröttheten eller, i än sämre fall, tårarna segra. På morgnarna blir det ofta så mycket mer påtagligt, inte bara det där dag(natt)drömmande stadiet.

Jag vet egentligen inte vad jag vill få ur mig... och i ärlighetens namn, vem bryr sig? Bryr sig på riktigt alltså. I ensamhetens dunkel blir allt paradoxalt nog så klart emellanåt. Jag är alldeles för mig själv, alldeles ensam, vem skulle då offra mig en sekunds uppmärksamhet? Om jag verkligen är ensam så finns ju ingen där att bry sig.

...... jag drar ut mer och mer på avslutet av det här inlägget. Jag vill inte trycka på "publicera" för det är ett steg närmre sängen, ett steg närmre en natt som vilken annan av alla mina andra tusentals nätter.. en natt i en tom säng drömmandes om något helt annat.

Really.My good friend Rhawbert from Nitrocorpz said once that being a loser rules. I guess there is a semantics error there somewhere, but as a recipe, it works. It just works.

Being a loser basically means you go out of the rat-race. You go out of the pecking order by the back door. If pecking on you is so damn easy and meaningless that anyone can do, basically, no one has an incentive to do it.

The other side of this tunnel — to go out by the "winner" side — it simply doesn't exist. You are never done. You always have to win that one more meaningless competition.

It seems, it really seems that you are saying a big "Rape Me" to the world, but it is more like "ok, you already raped me, you've been already awful, so now you go your way and i'll go mine". It's a big "Just leave me alone". Or even, "i do not care, i really don't".

I'm reading right now an interview with one of the developers (or maybe the, i am not sure how this process works) of the Glori... er... Glasgow Haskell Compiler, GHC. And he's got the most awesome quote ever:

As for the second, I don’t know if you know this, but Haskell has a sort of unofficial slogan: avoid success at all costs. I think I mentioned this at a talk I gave about Haskell a few years back and it’s become sort of a little saying. When you become too well known, or too widely used and too successful (and certainly being adopted by Microsoft means such a thing), suddenly you can’t change anything anymore. You get caught and spend ages talking about things that have nothing to do with the research side of things. ( Simon Peyton-Jones)

I guess it says it all.

So, come to the bad side of the fence, discard your illusions, say bie to all the world's nonsense. Do it NOW!

Turn loser.

O candidato a prefeito de Salvador pelo Partido Democratas (DEMo), ACM Neto, reconheceu a sua derrota no 1º turno, em entrevista coletiva concedida agora há pouco no seu comitê, no bairro do Rio vermelho. Apesar de não ir para a próxima etapa da disputa, o candidato disse que se considera um vitorioso por ter conseguido alcançar o percentual de 27% (nah, grande coisa... LOSER!) na preferência dos eleitores.  Neto disse ainda estar orgulhoso por ter conduzido uma campanha com muitas propostas para a cidade de Salvador.  O deputado federal ACM Neto falou que o próximo passo é conversar sobre possíveis apoios do Democratas para o segundo turno, mas não antecipou nenhuma informação.  "Estou aberto (opa! tá aberto!) para conversar com os dois candidatos, mas quero discutir propostas e ver qual deles quer assimilar de forma mais consistente aquilo que apresentei durante o primeiro turno", disse ele, considerando "prematuro" (um aborto mal-realizado, resultante em infecção com muito pus...) indicar um nome ou excluir um deles antes desses diálogos.

como diria o marlon brando em a streetcar named desire (salvo engano): "HAHAHAHAHA".

I woke up not long ago, and began my daily ritual (for the past DAY) of reaching into my over-the-counter arsenal and self-medicating. Included in this kit are as follows:

• Generic Cortisone Cream - for the relief of the symptoms and itching of my neck from complications from a skin condition. Fun
• Generic Neosporin - for my nasty beer-battlescar at work last night.
• Generic Giant, Scary Generic Bandaids - see above.
• Generic Pain Reliever - Because I'm too cheap to buy the generic neosporin PLUS pain reliever.
• ACTUAL (not generic) Robotussin DM - Because I'm sick. And it was cheap :)
• Also included, a classy Walgreen's bag to carry my sick shield. Now being used as a play toy for Eifer...he fucking loves plastic bags.

This is for real. Last night, I had a dream (not like the profound MLK kind, DiscoKitteh brand) that I was blogging, like so, and wrote an entry that said -dream verbatim-, "They should just call female literature 'cliterature'."  I'm so serious. And I don't think I've ever heard it anywhere else! It wasn't as funny as when I woke up as dream-kitteh seemed to think, but oh well. Just thought I'd share, you're welcome in advance.

Oh, and I SEE YOU LOOKING! Wordpress is amazing at such stalker technology. I know like, 6 of you have looked at at least one of my posts. So if you read one of my posts, please just humor me and let me know I wasted a good 6-second skimming of your day. I'm pretty much a lowly wordpress-wank.

♥DK.♥

*EDIT: This entry's view count as of 5:58pm: 10. Comments: 0. SUCK!

Aqui todo mundo parece pseudo. Sujinho, tipo mendiguinho. Todo mundo quer parecer indie ou ao menos, alternativinho. Talvez isso seja só onde eu fui, mas enfim, eram muitos assim. Te juro que fazia tempo que eu não via esses. Talvez eu estivesse indo aos lugares errados em DC, o que é bem capaz (eu percebi quando fui dançar e não era salsa. Sim, eu dançava salsa em DC. ME MATEM).

Eu preciso me reacostumar a sair aqui.
Toda cidade deve ser diferente, né?
Bem, não importa. Agora eu moro em BH.

Så många scenarion hade jag målat upp, det hade ockuperat mina tankar i timmar och åter timmar i dagar efter dagar, och egentligen började väl de tankarna redan för knappt ett halvår sedan. Jag trodde att jag genom att göra som jag gjorde skulle väcka en stor ångest hos mig själv, ändå kände jag mig tvungen att agera på just det viset. Ingen ångest väcktes. Däremot lyftes en väldig tungd från mina axlar, det kändes väldigt märkligt när mitt agerande gav ett lugn istället för den planerade ångesten. Men redan efter en dag väcktes mina misstankar att ett av de två scenarion jag fruktat skulle inträffa, och för varje dag som gått har misstanken bara bekräftats.

Det blev nästan så fel det kunde bli, ändock blev det när man summerar det hela lite lite plus, lite lite positivt. Men av alla scenarion som kunde inträffa så känns det här som ett väldigt dåligt.

Under de senaste dagarna har jag önskat att jag hade någon sådär nära vän... ofta kan jag önska att jag hade någon att prata med ltie då och då, vare sig det gäller skitsnack eller djupare saker om livet så kan jag känna en lust efter att ha någon som det funkar att prata med. Men just den senaste knappa veckan har det varit lite annorlunda... nu har det handlat om att jag dessutom haft något jag velat delge till någon. Som de flesta kanske känner igen sig i, om något positivt händer eller om något jobbigt inträffar så kan man vilja ha någon att prata med om det, få berätta.

Jag hade velat haft någon sådan att få prata med den senaste veckan... men nu när det snart har gått en vecka så har jag vant mig vid tystnaden återigen.

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Idag var det tänkt att jag skulle jag varva ned efter att ha varit den snälla och hjälpsamma killen i princip varje vaken sekund under gårdagen. Just idag kände jag att jag hade ett behov av att få slappna av och få njuta lite... så blev det förstås inte, och omständigheterna gjorde att jag sjönk långt ned. Just i den stunden kände jag mig irriterad på just de där omständigheterna som inte tillät mig att få den lördag jag ville, men nu många timmar senare kan jag utan problem erkänna att så enkelt är det inte. Jag kan inte bara skylla på de där "omständigheterna".

Tyvärr sänkte det mig djupt, och jag minns precis när jag var på samma djup senast... det gör mig bara så ledsen när jag befinner mig där, när jag inser vilken verklighet jag befinner mig i... när jag inte ens kan komma åt mina drömmar längre.

Nu inatt har alkoholen fått döva mitt sinne en aning istället... och att döma av de problem jag haft att skriva det här inlägget, även min stavningsförmåga.

Jag vet inte vad mer jag kan/ska skriva egentligen... jag bara önskar att någon fanns där.

Como está con gripe, comienza a identificarse con todas y cada una de las historias losers del personaje principal JD. Luego, le viene una crisis existencial porque se da cuenta que lleva exactamente 7 años viendo esta serie, y que no tiene una chica como Elliot a su lado. Cosas de la fiebre.

Scrubs termina, pero la gripe continua.

Beck's came out draped in black with his shaggy shoulder-length locks capped by a wide brimmed dusky purple hat. He looked like a grifter, or mystic who would play a small but pivotal role in a depression-era Coen brothers film giving critical yet cryptic information to the protagonist. He barely moves on stage yet his energy fills the room. He is surrounded by the coolest looking indie musicians who now all seem to be in an immobility contest where we see who will betray their coolness by outwardly expressing their inner rock star.

Beck and his pals remain cool, and me and my friends leave looking as if we just ran a 5k.

i have nothing to say.
i have no enthusiasm to write.

i'm miserable.
i'm stupid.
i'm in love.

who am i kidding.
i'm not in love.
i don't even know him.
but that's to bad.
i believe in love at first sight.
and i think that's what this is.
or at least i do for now.

i can't get him off my mind.

-your monster.