I'll just write here a bit

... because I like blogging.

I do, really.

My constancy sucks, but so does everything else :)


Now, to the matter.

I've probably told here before of my job in summer camps.
So well, I came back from Ireland earlier this year, generally speaking, because everything sucks, and it's summer now. That means summer job. That means summer camp.

That means children.
Oh, yes, those.

I don't think I can hate them any more than I already do.

I mean, they've got this way of asking things and you don't realise and suddenly you are not taking advantage of your free afternoons to study for your September exams anymore, because instead you are writing a play and making the costumes and stage decorations for that play and you are also planning a camping trip with them and you are also thinking of effective ways of teaching them how to draw elvish warriors riding dragons, when you can't even draw that yourself and they get frustrated in step one- draw an oval.

["Why do you always get your ovals right?"
"My oval looks like a potato, I'm gonna start over." *takes a new piece of paper*
"But how do you draw an oval?"
"Don't say you just learnt, someone must have taught you to properly draw ovals"
"This is impossible- can't we draw a face without an oval?"]

I don't think every person dealing with children ends up like this... there must be some secret word or something, to stop them from having ideas...


mhh...

there's a bunch of stuff that scares me.

Even now, when being in love feels great no matter how unrequited it is (apparently not too much), it terrifies me.

Wasting my only chance to make you love me terrifies me,
Letting you fade away from my life terrifies me,
Screwing our friendship up terrifies me,
Taking steps towards you without your previous consent terrrifies me,
Using pressure until you can not scape terrifies me,
Making you run away terrifies me,
Letting go of you terrifies me,
Repenting terrifies me,
Being so afraid terrifies me,
Not being able to tell what I feel and how I feel it terrifies me,
Feeling this much terrifies me,
The way my friends talk about my terror terrifies me,
Crying about it terrifies me,
The closeness of the day when you'll leave terrifies me,
Not being here when you go terrifies me,
Never getting to kiss you terrifies me,
Not being the one for you if you are the one for me terrifies me,
The estructural deepness of the difference between liking you and liking all the other people I've liked terrifies me,
The cozyness of your gaze terrifies me,
Letting go of your hugs terrifies me,
Dissaponting you terrifies me,
It all terrifies me...

... so much that my body just stop working.

And that terrifies me, too.

The Loud Hands Project

I should be studying so I'm not going to share any kind of personal experience or thought regarding this. I just think a look (at least) is worth it. The video is a really beautiful thing.

The project has got a facebook page, a twitter account and a tumblr page full of information.

They need money, even if they've already achieved their first goal. If you want to donate, here is their Indie gogo site.

Debería estar estudiando así que no voy a compartir ningun tipo de experiencia personal o reflexión sobre esto. Sólo quería decir que echar un ojo (al menos) merece la pena. El vídeo es algo verdaderamente precioso.

El proyecto tiene facebook, twitter y una cuenta en tumblr llena de información.

Necesitan dinero a pesar de que ya han alcanzado la primera meta. Si quieres donar, accede a su página en Indie gogo.

Oh-!

-Sorry, can I have a light?
-Eh? Oh! Yeh- here-
-Thank you! -The cigarrete is lighted- Thank you! You're gorgeous, by the way.

Raphael

So...
Hi from Dublin!!
Yesterday night my hostel room mate taugh me hot to create a camping gas out of a beer can.
Ashtray was pretty cool.
Sadly I had to change hostels and I don't like this one a single bit...
And... nothing else (well, there's really a lot about disabilities and how I unconciously take advantage on other disabled people, which just means: another one of the room mates was a stutterer and I had no problem to have looooong stupid conversations with him, what I do with none, but he had).

And mhh... I don't know.

Guys make me nervous (this is a summary of the whole summer-)
and...
By-by!!

Arghh-!

Lo peor que te puede pasar en época de exámenes:

a) Engancharte a una novela.

b) Ponerte enferma.

Lógicamente hoy no ha habido examen de L.H. (9.5 en la PEC a pesar de todo, <3), pero mañana si me presentaré al de Comunicación. El de Comentario, el lunes, fue bastante bien (espero algo entre 8.5 y 10). Y la última nota que he recivido, la PEC de Literatura, 9. Me va asquerosamente bien, pero a ver los exámenes. Y el oral de Inglés, que me queda miedito.

Por lo demás, lo bueno de que me pasara todo el día de ayer tirada en la cama, es que al menos ya me he acabado la novela, que por lo demás no me ha gustado demasiado (últimamente me engancho a todo lo que leo...) (Déjame Entrar, para quien piense leerlo, morbosidad gratuita, final confuso gratuito... no es gran cosa). Pero todavía me quedan ganas de leer, y eso es lo más problématico. Hoy he pasado, a costa demucha más evasión de la recomendada.

Así que ahora me voy a estudiar, que falta que me hace.

¡Que alguien me desee suerte!

P.S.: Soñando con el elfo, debe ser la fiebre =D