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.
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