The Gongs must not be Altered!

A Week and Picture: Spain, stain, rain, pain!! Freaky Rhyme! What's this? Hell if I know, I just took the most apealling photo in my library and posted it here! God that sky is fucked up.

Location: Study - Incense finally ran out - Paranoieuphoric

Feeling: giddy

Listening to: AC/DC - Highway to Hell

Fine!!! Two weeks late, I see your (invisible) point. And yeah, there's no excuse I dozed off, again! I'll try to start posting thursdays then, why? Because thursday afternoons are relatively relaxed, of what's left of the year of course. I can assure you next thursdays entry will be big and good, but the next two thursdays will have really short entries, I might even not post. Its examdemonium, and I have to study until my retinas bleed. Including the horror!

Speaking of which, I give thee a proclamation, and I repeat, the Gongs must not be altered!!(Wha? What "Gongs"?) When I want a do a countdown (specially long ones) instead of numbers, I use Gongs (Yes, as in big metallic roundels that sound deeply. Little drawed ones in my horror notebook), ordinal Gongs. And as the oddball I am, I mentally commission them, so that a standard number of Gongs will be used for certain countdown. But what am I making a countdown of? Days left till I leave for the Peninsula? Nope, horror (math) exams. There are (were) three, so I mentally commissioned 3 Gongs. And well, I don't want to comission a fourth, the idea that I have to add another Gong to my suffering. By Supay in the underworld, I can't stand that mother fucking class anymore!! That guy has to be an ass to seriously do class after he checks and passes all the grades. But nooo, he had to be as bitter as a jalapeño dipped in lemonade with salt, and piss us all off. Anyhoo, I ain't writin' a single more line of horrific hieroglyphs on my paper. After grades are set, you are all cordially invited to the burning of horror, I consider that shite worse than those monks considerer the Mayan codes. In other exams, the nastiness is actually the amount rather than the subject. History is always a pleasure, and well, uh, lets say "conveniently", the block is not too long, even if its 45 years long. Other subjects are well, something a little bit more tedious to study, such as Lengua and Economy. Oh and of course, Latin is always a bitch, but hopefuly I passed that one already.

In other news....

Yesterday and today I finally went shopping for some clothes in more than a year! It sure is a breath of fresh air to use new clothes. Although the clothes I bought today are mainly for the trip to the peninsula, some are perfectly usable for the Condor's Nest. Sorry, but this is all I can write for you today, My effing PC is slow and time is running short. Tomorrow is all about studying. Inti, give me patience!!

Sharkman, signing off.

P.S: Well I don't know if its a Highway, but it leads to Hell alright.

Shop Chop Off

A week and Picture: I'm running out of good pitures to show you guys. I need to have the habit to take the camera around. I actually had a good picture to post, but Flying Deustchman won't give it to me! May you eat soup!

Location: Study - Incense must snap me out of it - Ready?

Feeling: Worried

Listening to: Coldplay - Viva La Vida

Oh Tezcatlipoca in the lower heavens, Chucho in the mid heavens and Chuck Norris in the high heavens, hear my plea! I call upon you to bless me in the tight week, to illuminate my brains (remember to immediatly switch off the left side) and give me the grades I hope for, and the will to stop me from killing purple dressed Haitians.

This upcoming week is plagued by four exams. And I know that two of them must be a witness of my "exellence" in their fields, another I want it to be just as straightforward as past ones, and the last one hopefuly will grant me a lazy 5. (You know which) Laughing Buddha, your task is to teach me to confront the numerical horrors and not break into tears. I will also need a M16 rifle, just in case. This sunday was mostly a rest, a bit cranky in the beggining, but ok in th end. I had a McDonald's burguer, and as the last time, it tastet blankly and rubbery. In the Peninsula, I'll tag the Subways. I had a very bipolar weekend, from happy to frightened, and from saddened to surprised. I hate that, can't I just process it all without transition? (Get a psychologist, a good one). I really dozed off last week, I barely studied for anything, and had quite a fright when I was practically blank for a economy exam, when the U.S visa thingy saved me (I got that visa, but I didn't get the one for Middle-Earth!). So, this week, I have to study as if my life depended on it (I think it does. Fuck). Now, it seems that teh metal on my teeth will leave soon. Hey, my orthodontist (Is that right?) has been telling me I might finish in very few time, but this time, he gave me a very secure affirmation and started talking dates and retainers (My mouth digs metal). Well, it seems that the prospekt of going to the peninsula braces free might be accomplished (as I told you, never have anything for granted, its horrible when it doesn't happen). Also, this week (Oh fuck the exams!) I need an appointment with my dermathologist, so I can finally end this horrible pill treatment. The redness will fade away and I will be acne free!! Speaking of which, my mother and I went to shop for the first time in months this saturday, I needed some new school trousers. We seized the opportunity and check out some bags and sunglasses. We found an awesome bag, that fitted all our needs perfectly, and was justa charm. I just hope its still there when we go buy it! The glasses I realized I wanted something sober and classic, something between John Lennon and cop sunglasses, but nothing that evokes aerodinamic color changing ones. We also searched for caps, and well as my head is massive, and few suited the size, mom wondered if a hat was more appropriate, let hope that a trip to the city center can get me a nice hat. I noticed that I really can't shop without my mother, she just knows best. I'll eventually get better.

Yes!! My beloved fucking neohippies have finally realeased new singles. Three years in the waiting and I had my doubts about how the new album was going to be. First it was the Title, Viva La Vida seemed more like a title proper of the masters of cheesyness of innocent Latin America. Then it was the cover, La Liberté Guidant le Peuple, by Eugène Delacroix. What? Where's the innovative artwork, the amazing looks and original ideas. Then the single's name is Violet Hill. Ok, what's with the color and strande meaning? This doesn't smell like Coldplay! But then, victory! Violet Hill is a kickass song, and the next one, which I was given today is just marvelous, this looks better than A Ruch of Blood to the Head. Will it be? I can't wait for june 16.

I would do almost anything for a powerful laptop and a PC copy of GTA IV, they say its so good you won't stop playing it until you finish it.

I want to go to Liberty City, on USS New Jersey.

Sharkman, signing off.

P.S: Yes! R. your name is now Shaking Hoofs!

The Rustle of Paper

A Week and Picture: A dead building. Or , so it might be hibernating. Who cares, it represents urban decadency, this city has been always in ruins, but what the heck, I love my piece of shit.

Location: Computer Room at school - Thought I would find incense here - Rustling paper

Feeling: Awake

Listening to: Teenage delirium, a blank stare silence

(Should we get used to you posting late?).

No. I just had a normal 2 day weekend become a delirious and jolly 5-day break. Wouldn't you doze off? (Specially when you have Wandering British and Flying Deutschman fooling around).

(Are you considering changing the usual Sunday post to another day?).

Not for now, but if this happens again, I might consider it.

(Great, we can continue to try and make your life complete).

Go to hell.

Was this a FAQ? (FAQ you!) Hopefuly no, I find them the most useless sometimes.

Yes, I posted late (AGAIN), but I already told you why. So let me kinda tell you what I did in these five (Amazingly necessary) days. Wednesday I went to the fair, and indeed it was a nice time of every year. This was the third time I go, and I realized that the stands are always in the same place, and well, even knowing this, you find stands that you could swear you never saw in past fairs. Remember the books I told you I was going to buy last entry, well, I didn't buy any of them (Surprise? Don't think so. I love being unpredictable). Sorta really, I did buy a book by Yasunari Kawabata, The Sound of the Mountain, which is now first in the reading list. Although I later found out that it tells about aging, I found it quite nice to read, its short, not complicated, yet still has a beauty that seems so western. Will it be worth it to learn Japanese to read this book in its original language? Don't know, I'll finish it first. 

Odd enough, Kenzaburo Oe's books were nowhere to be seen. Second, is a book that I bought out of just pure need of entertainment and pretty thoughts. The Conqueror, by Argentine write Federico Andahazi. It tells the story of a bright Mexica priest-warrior who finds out that there is another land on the other side of the ocean, and that when he goes to meet the new chaps, he realizes that those crazy bastards are going to destroy everything he loves (Oh noes!). Imagine that. Its like candy made of literature. Third is one that I'm a little scared because I bought it by looking the back of it and because it looked pretty. My name is Red, by Turkish nobel prize-winner Orhan Pamuk. Hey, my Islamic fascination isn't dead (Not with the Andalusian prospekt). It tells about an Otoman Sultan who wants to get a painted portrait a la Tiziano, but Sweet Lord Muhhamad's (Islamic) law forbids it. Little Sultan gets painted anyways (How wude!), everything is A-ok until one painter goes missing. I suppose that if I have a continuous reading rythm (Which I don't) I'll have 'em read by the end of June. Oh, and, as a bonus, I bought The Raven and other poems by Edgar Allan Poe. God that poem has a massive power, first horror stories indeed. He might have been the Proto-emo, but I'd rather think he wasn't.

I'm running out of time, so see ya nest sunday, cheers.

Sharkman, signing off.

P.S: What's a watch for if you can't have time?

Wrote this later: Sheesh!!! I rushed this information so fast that I guffaffed a lot of it back at 11 o'clock. I post it nice and neat again at 8. Fuck, I AM a mess.