Enter Academics

A week and picture: In December, Bogota becomes a dream of light, and before you can accuse me of using clichés, just let me be stoopid and inncocent for my city.

Location: Study - Incense has a glitch - dissapointish

Feeling: relaxed

Listening to: Metallica - Enter Sandman

Hello folks, amazingly I’m listening to Metallica for a change, I get tired of my admirable neo-hippies you know.

Another quiet week. It’s sickening you know.

Going back to school tomorrow and as always academic withdrawal can give you a bit of butterflies (moths in my case) in your stomach. Anyways, that is overcome by the first class of the day, which in my lucky case, is history (fuck YES). And well you always return to school with a little sensation that you changed something. Well to enumerate the things that might’ve made the last two weeks productive, I might as well tell you that I know one of the secrets of the universe, the moonwalk (cue evil laughter) now kiddies will fear me! (They already do).  Many do not know how to do this sidewinder (I just like that word) foot work, but nyeh, I ain’t tellin’ you. In other events, I saved a very old Republic from a bald guy without a lower jaw (And I intend to destroy it in the future by doing the same thing. Oh! Remember that I told you i wanted a hat? (sure, Its down there). Well I got it! I like it pretty much, and if you’d like to see it, then look on the top of the page, or the place I post this thing originally. Its a little tight in the front, and it lets may hair looking weaker that it already si, but I like it...Although my mother’ words will haunt me whenever I use it, I’ll probably get another one before going to Spain. What else....Oh yeah, I finally saw Paraiso Travel with Nicolás, as we pacted some months ago to fate’s chagrin, and I must say that its a pretty good movie, some of the best that’ been done in the country. And finally, I guess, I found a nice sanctuary in doing literary streams of consciousness, like a good friend of mine does very often.

I’m actually out of material, so sorry a short entry. Surely there’ll be happening by next sunday.

I keep admiring BenLoka....why can’ I have a freaking video camera?

Sharkman, signing off.

P.S: Is the Sandman good or evil?

The Fedora Prospekt

A week(s, yeah sorry) and Picture: This one's from my archives, its the Amazon River and a surreal sunset that we love so much. I would love to have a house in the Amazon, I'll have to remind myself to get one after I win a Golden Globe (stoopidity activated).

Location: Study - Incense isn't here - ashamed

Feeling: Rushed

Listening to: Louis Armstrong - Cabaret

And two weeks later, the birds continue to wonder what happened.

Eh, well, sorry, for not writing last sunday, and well I’m not sure if I can give any excuses, but all I can tell you is that I completely dozed off. I finally finished school and was so freaking relieved and lazy, that when I realized that I hadn’ posted in time, it was already thursday. And well, there’s the crazy happenings and circumstances around the last two weeks that kept me off the hook and in a constant shift of moods.

Remember what was supposed to happen? (How? You don’ speak of anything else) It happened, but it happened wrong, and the nice things that would come with it didn’t. After the first week, I was getting very bored, not to mention worried. The weekend came without news, but situation here was getting quite critical, and we touched bottom (hopefuly it WAS the bottom) wednesday, when I had a very nasty morning. You see, the deadline to make the down payment to my trip to Spain was until noon of that day, and by around 11 o’clock, there was no possibility to pay (yes, as you might have already guessed, this is a financial crisis) and I noticed that my main prospekt of the year had been horribly destroyed. The peninsula was slowly disipating in my mind. But somehow, we activated the emergency call and kindly asked my uncle for that money. The trip was saved, and my conciusness got back in its place. Now, after that everything has gotten very soothing and relaxing, but boring. Now that the burden of school has gone away I can notice that, besides studying, I really don’t have anything better to do. I still haven’ written anything, but I expect to write some pages later this week. But in all, even if we are inmersed in this sticky situation, vacations have been good. To end this not very excinting tale, I tell you that in this week, it is schedueled (funny, I can’t really type this) that its going to half happen, but it will only give me (to be kinda precise) a fourth of the joy that it would if it happened correctly.

Now, there is something that I really want to get in the following weeks ( and that hopefuly isn’t very expensive, is a hat. Not your baseball hat (cap) but something of a generic hat. Ever heard of a fedora or a trilby? I wan’t something that seems to be in between. You see, I like hats because they make me stand out, in the weird sense, because here in Bogota, nobody wears hats casually (With notable exceptions, including Wilson Borja and the odd men) and well, I don’ really like baseball caps because they squash and harm my pride (hair). And well other hats let me keep my (covering) hairdo underneath and cover me from the sun the same. The only thing is that I ain’t got money to buy one right now and apparently they aren’ exactly cheap (my sources tell me they can go from 30 to 120 thousand pesos, and I suppose my budget is no more than 50) and it seems that all the shops are in the city center (Whoa! I almost had a typo there).

Under the danger of seeing the Spain travel prospekt dissapear, my visualizing got a strong boost when it was saved. Now I can only hope taht I can go as ready as I visualized. The hat(s?), a cool bag, nice clothes, less pounds, more muscle...(a Touch? A new camera). We’ll see. In other aspects, the goatee is growing well, but I don’t really think that a Jack Sparrow-like beard will be possible. Nyeh, I suppose I’ll be trimming it eventually, but I just want to see how long it can get.

I just discovered that Daft Punk is responsible for half of the nocive songs on earth (Hooray?).

Well, I promise that I won’ miss another sunday due for posting, because if I do I will flagelate myself so hard that that freaking albino will look like a little girl.

Sharkman, signing off.

P.S: Easter & the bunnies, that happens when Jesus’s on pot.

Soul Medicine comes with Sweat

A Week and Picture: This one, obviusly wasn't taken this week, but I post it as a hint. You see, the thing I've been waiting to happen is related to this.  But no more giveaways, you probably know too much. It is a lot if history that, Chucho wish, awaits me.

Location: Study - Incense could use a day off - closer and closer

Feeling: Rushed

Listening to: Keane - The Night Sky

Everyday I wonder if I’ve forgotten how to whistle. I realized that somedays I forget, somedays I remember. It’s all relative. And no, it hasn’t happened.

Reverse psichology got my message and didn’t make it happen (just by an inch). So I don’t know what the fuck to do, I’ll just probably fail to mention it and let it happen by ignoring it’s inminence (Wait, you just mentioned it. Does that mean th- GIMME A BREAK).

Just 5 stinking days and I can have a break, a delightful break of this tedious two months that made my brains stir into a thousand trivia and brought me into a mental recession. Daaamn. Now I just have two more things to do and I can cry sweet freedom! I just don’t know what to do (Waaah! A bug in my hair. Happenings?). I think I would make good use of mi time by padling my boat (do I have one?). I just know that I want to exercise my ass (I will take some inhibition for me and say “literally“) off until I become a little more comfortable with myself. I noticed that swimming was indeed a good exercise, but its too indirect for my taste, although I love swimming when I’m in the mood (and specially when I have the pool for myself). I need a good exercise for pectorals (arms are on the corretc lane, thankfully. And well, anything else that might give me the capacity of not struggling while trying to pass E.P classes ( My acting persona gave me a good grade this time). Then there’s some of the pride in my life (many men’s pride really) that is my hair. Apparently, I will be bald before I hit 30 (Cue laugh track - I need to get over it). I’ll be seeing myself calling TV sales for the apparently miracoulous product from the depths of the Amazon…

Could somone spare 80 bucks? I need them to buy Guitar Hero III, why? Because I need to release some pressure on my self-esteem. The insatisfaction of not playing any instrument, which will probably scarr me for life (A quena? Yeah, I’ll have a fandom alright), I’ll never teach my kids to play their father’s instrument. Heck! A salute for those who came up with Guitar Hero, and their humane remedy. Actually feeling that I’m playing a wild tune like “Free Bird” (Lynyrd Skynyrd. No, really). Is good for you soul, seriously. And now that it’s finally available for PC, I can have all the soul medicine I need! (Cue victorius(?) laughter). The only cons are that there is no AC/DC for Guitar Hero, which I wonder why because AC/DC is perhaps the band that is being forgotten the fastest. It NEEDS the boost. Then there’s the package for the game, which of course comes with the Guitar controller, and, as you might have guessed, it is unpractical like shit. I’ll be buying it at the U.S and of course, taking it during the trip with you is very nasty (now that I think of it, maybe it isn’t that hard, just take all out of the box and take em in a bag. The guitar is flat enough). And then there’s the fact that apparently they haven’t been able to find out a way to insert custom songs into it (I must have the song I like!), they were able for Guitar Hero II, and that was for the PlayStation, why wouldn’t it be easier for the PC?

Nobody has suggested a hobby. (Surprising? NOT).

This week has a pretty prospekt, hopefuly next entry will be very interesting.

I’ve decided a deadline. By before May, I’ll totally move to my Blogger page, and will keep Facebook open at least until June, before I leave for Spain.

Sharkman, signing off.

P.S: This might be a little pesimistic, but I think the best years in my life are over. Or maybe just starting.

Well, a hobby and a pallet

A week and Picture: Somewhere, deep in the city, a railway to nowhere can still be found. An escape pod off the sick giant that is Bogota. I have always been fascinated by railways. Hopefuly, in some years, I'll be movilizing in a train. M.

Location: Study - Incense would make me sick - bit desperate

Feeling: exhausted

Listening to: Coldplay – Politik

It hasn’t happened yet. Shit.
I know I said it would be ready, but maybe the fact that I have prediceted it doesn’t make it happen. Well then, inverse psychology: IT WON’T HAPPEN THIS WEEK!

I’m soaked in Politik, I’ve been listening to it all the evening.

I’m surprised my studying spree is coming to an end so close to vacations. Because I am already exhausted. I still have two more exams to go [of two pretty (shitty) subjects, guess which!) Well, once I’m done with those, I’ll have a last one next monday, and I’m done. Off to vacations. Well, remember that wacky inspiration scene I had last entry? Well, I was about to start writing when they called me for something of reference, now I can’t remember what, but the thing was that I spent almost 10 minutes on the phone, and when I hung up, it had gone. The inspiration had drained somewhere before I could even grab it and sniff it intently. So I would go crazed with it and write a decent begging for a story. Well, as I myself have said so many times, forcing inspiration is a bad idea. A text is like a painting, if you take the colors and force’em to the canvas, you get Jackson Pollock, but if you have the correct source, and the proper location, you might just get a Jacques-Louis David.

I noticed, in a lunch yesterday (brunch in my case), that having a hobby makes you happy, and, as a bonus, apealing. I don’t want acceptance by any of my peers hehehe, never (NEVER!) I just found it quite soothing and satisfying. Anyways, yesterday I saw gardening, what could I do? Well the cooking is already in the list, but I don’t see it as much of a hobby. I think I lost my chance with musical instruments (I would practically kill to be able to play one), I’ll have to confort myself with my quena (Quiere que le toque la flauta? - Yeah very funny...- I’m serious!). Anything as random as pottery for example? (Ok, stop messing around). Jeez, I don’t know. Well, know for the first time in the history of this blog, I ask YOU the (non-existing) reader, to suggest a hobby for Sharkman to do. Nothing too dirty please (I just hate washing up before and after everything, it tak- Well aren’t you a pervert?).

Returning to the trip to Spain, I’ve been wanting to suggest a fund raising idea so that we may have more money. I was thinking of a Scavenger Hunt, but it doesn’t have too much of a economic prospekt. You can only charge the entrance fee and that doesn’t give too much capital to the cause. I’ve been exploring other possibilities, but I suppose it is true, making money is hard, bitch.

Hmm, after some months of a break I returned to Yahoo! Answers. I keep forgetting what good of a site it is, and well I’m Sharkman over there for anyone who might want to add me to their contact list. The avatar is recognisable enough.

Anyways, as I said above, It will not happen this week!! (Hehehe).

I abused of “well” today, didn’t I?

Sharkman, signing off.

P.S: I want to dream I’m in a pet shop again, killing someone.