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!