Thing is, I've been awfully busy doing nothing. I mean, it kept snowing for so long that I simply couldn't get myself out of bed apart from the few times a day I'd go to the kitchen to make myself a tea. I read a lot these past few weeks (8 books in two weeks), I listened to Massive Attack, Placebo and awkward and sad songs, had bouts of depression and anger I couldn't control. I took up smoking again a few days ago, after a six-and-a-half-month break. I've had the cutest weekend, MNAC on Saturday with two girl friends, sleepover at one of them, Lucia y el sexo, came home to have lunch and then went back to the party spot (not), just in time to watch The Shining.
I've lived on tea and chocolate for two weeks, got a twitter and a tumblr account, finished the exam session and overdosed on emptiness. As much as I love winter and snow and all the shit, I just can't wait for spring to come, I need that freedom back, along with the inevitable flashbacks and dreams of dreams.
24th is in ten days. Survive. And not in that damn fucking forest in the story you made up.
I've lived on tea and chocolate for two weeks, got a twitter and a tumblr account, finished the exam session and overdosed on emptiness. As much as I love winter and snow and all the shit, I just can't wait for spring to come, I need that freedom back, along with the inevitable flashbacks and dreams of dreams.
24th is in ten days. Survive. And not in that damn fucking forest in the story you made up.
