About the Woozyness

A Week and Picture: Do I have a fetish for sky pictures? Apparently. I have to try and not take pictures of the sky. Although you could say I like to be in the clouds. Oh, tricky revelations. Take something meaningful and materialize somewhere else.

Location: Study - Incense got back - wondrous

Feeling: Happy

Listening to: Coldplay - Lovers in Japan

As a power I consider myself proud of, I find that adjectives are really good when repositioned or pulled out of thin air. Say for example, can you classify a lunch with friends as sexy? Or the nice sensation following a sunday afternoon woozy? Oh well. Woozyness, delightful. Happiness? A week of uttermost relax, that comes with sensations you had completely forgotten that you could feel. Loitering in math class, writing blastering poetry, reading about aging Japanese folk. A sense of freedom that comes with an earnest voyage. It just blows you away.

School is history, and history is a charm. With all these days, and moths of (nearly) tireless school work, you feel such freedom, that you realize that once you've finished studying, you have absolutely nothing else to do. What the fuck? I don't do shit! I have been reading at an alarming rate. Say, the Kawabata book barely advanced in past weeks, but in the las one I soared half of the book, and I'm pretty sure I'll finish it this week. Therefore I'll be taking the other books to Spain. Its a charm. The trip just gets looking better and better, so many things in mind. People at apparently their best (Although some will be just as idiotic as always, barely two or three). the other folks are a nice crowd. And well, I fell those 25 days will be something grand and worthy of dumb pictures, clichéd collages and (yet again) woozy slide presentations. At this age I already have the consciousness of being sure I keep any trip present in my mind. Although all trips eventually fall from one's memory, some just stay. I can't remember any trip of before I was 15. But now I know better, and take the best of them.

Have nearly everything bought. Papers in order, missiles in the silo (Yes Laughing Buddha! We must bombard!), mind in place. Music to be ordered, bag to be packed, sewing to be done. And yet just one cap or hat to be found. And then I go into the wonderful sensation that is El Dorado and take off to a Peninsula that reminds me of a really really really distant relative that you only saw once. And I'm missing people already. Its just 25 days, but you just don't know how attached you are to people until you leave'em. Yet so many you feel you take with you, in clothing, papers and other crap. But so few with myself emotionally. I feel attached to few people. That's good. Now I just feel weird.

Didn't really say much in this entry did I? Doesn't matter, I'm just happy. By the way (mostly to fill in space), here's the little composition I told you about earlier. I plan (Hoping not to fail), to make a poem for every city we go to. And then another for Spain as a whole.

Thy strange letter, we met again.

Octopus of darkness, a thousand faces you have.

Dare you curse me? Counter, slap I thou!

Try you to appeal upon my faint imperial 

presence.

No face can you possess to make me change 

my guard. 

Spores thou leave upon a molested and bad 

green.

Devil! Written by beast’s prophet,

Thy curses sting me no more.

Speak of gray do you? Counter, shoot I thou!                                                                       

Deaf, deaf I am to you, like the stone I see 

between us. 

The bright blessing of indifference will have 

word and soul.

Slash and slap your cheeks of dead, immortal 

you may be.

I'll see you in a week from the mystic city of Córdoba, Andalucía.

Sharkman, signing off.

P.S: Pick a card, any card. Throw it at the judge.

Flying, actually

A Week and Picture: Steve took this one. Nice, huh? I suppose you're asking yourselves who Steve is (Or maybe not), well I'll explain further on. I'm back, back to the surface.

Location: Study – Incense found the light switch – floating

Feeling: Relieved

Listening to: Coldplay – Green Eyes

People. I'm back.

The long dark, damp and damn tunnel is over. I see my life in new light. In the last three weeks much has happened my friends, much.

How can I start? Well first of all I can tell you that financial solutions are over, and here at home a time of prosperity is being enjoyed. We are no longer leashed to the apartment and have begun doing other activities rather than staying inside doing barely anything. According to this order, I have started buying stuff for the peninsula trip and getting my strange hype. I have covered everything really, except a hat. My head, as I told you on an entry, long, long ago, is really big. No cap will fit me. And I am in urgent process of finding one that does fit me. Mother says something like a llanero or vueltiao hat can do, but I'm sorry, I hate that kind of hats, and will have to find a cap that fits. I got meself some shoes, that I have to get used to, and I must say are really comfortable for walking. But enough about clothes, I hate being "Y"ish. Two weeks ago I bought a little buddy, I called him Steve (What? A pet?). Steve is the name of my new Nokia 3500, and finally FINALLY I have my music wherever I go, whenever I want it. Why did I name him Steve? Well, because I feel that that way I can appreciate it and take care of it more and besides, he's a mind slave (Binky Boy) and my hands are the Millennium rod. Steve has a kickass speaker and a 2.0 megapixel camera, that takes quite decent pictures. He's as orange as Garfield, and just as obnoxious.

Apart from the purchasing gone crazy, I entered a massive week full of exams and work. Fuck, its been one of the toughest weeks of my life. Plenty exams that ranged from darling history, to flyover economy, to baked lengua and an empty strike to the horror beast (math). I fared well in all of them (except you know which) and I call this whole nightmare shift over when the prophet of the beast (math teacher) told me I had successfully passed the subject and that he wished me good luck for the road ahead. I was free. Its really hard for me, almost impossible, to describe the feeling of never seeing maths ever again. Its like a massive boulder has been taken from your back, and you fully stand up, not remembering anything of what it was like to hold it, feeling you bleed somewhere and sweat in tears and vapor. It's over, I walk in a atmosphere of freedom that simply has me up and happy nearly all the time. I could be the happiest I've ever been. Even though the worst part has passed, and school has already become a dead give-away, I have still some minor exams this week, not to mention a Lengua essay, but doing them is now, mentally speaking, easier.

These days, weeks. I have felt a change in my life has begun. My student years are getting behind me and I see the next phase of my journey about to commence. I see a bright road, challenging, that doesn't lead to Oz thankfully. Things change in a more evident way now. Nearly always, I see the prospekts of beyond materializing, something being done. To put it in a minor and easy way, in an example perhaps, I have returned to books. Reading is a rediscovered passion that I had in stand-by for more than a year. Spain will be a nice place to get back to reading fully, not to mention bonding with friends. I want to make tho most of that trip in every sense, not to ever forget it. Not to forget seeing the paintings in the Prado museum, not to forget the streets of Toledo, not to forget our horizon and experience on a mediterranean view.

I'm back folks, better than ever, posting every sunday, here or in the peninsula, telling you everything. The Shark is in the grasp of your knowledge.

Long entry, you deserved it.

Sharkman, signing off.

P.S: Laughing Buddha, you're a fucking god. Thank you for everything.