ine in the morning, things I have to do out of obligation (are):
Caixa-Go to make a (another) message to my mom's house
-Order
things I do for fun:
"Playing the cello dying of heat in the Pallisa
-Read-Set
Air disc and follow the music with the electric organ
End
Tuesday, June 21, 2005
Tuesday, June 14, 2005
Happy Birthday In Egyptian Arabic Bach
n the past three months. Not fit for the twelfth time in fifteen years old puzzle, and all my efforts were focused on search, find people who could make me happier. Then I lost to Rancho and looked more than ever, not for myself but for him, and hold grudges, as if she wanted him to see that I can get away from this town as much as him. And now, I dunno, like I'm comfortable. I have a bicycle and a cello, I have people who do not fit my lifestyle all day and night, but at least I have people. And people is a collective noun that includes many individuals.
Tomorrow my geography teacher in his seminar talk to me and try to convince me to choose the difficult math, something you do notngo intended. In the beginning I promised to think about it and I did, but after pondering for several hours I realized that not doing it for me but for her. And there is no reason for it, just that I think that teachers impose too much authority and I do not feel strong enough to reject their proposals, but proposals seem to orders. I will tell you that I just want to play the cello and studying ancient literature. Will answer that for that time but I will also have to solve polynomials of fourth degree in a grid. Hamlet I have to return to the school library, if I want to punish me with a few years of involuntary abstinence. Yesterday, my French teacher (the same as not scolded me when I leftEulalia examining the change had to make a full fifth time) suggested we go to Switzerland in two years, interact with people from French Switzerland. Thais go to another school to study art, Eulalia give a full year in the U.S. and come back with an accent gringoso repellent and stay here Anna, Inma and me.
This afternoon I play in an audition. I did not go to class to stay looking and I've only taken my cello for just under an hour. I have to go to the post office to pick up a couple of packages certificates for my mother.
Tomorrow my geography teacher in his seminar talk to me and try to convince me to choose the difficult math, something you do notngo intended. In the beginning I promised to think about it and I did, but after pondering for several hours I realized that not doing it for me but for her. And there is no reason for it, just that I think that teachers impose too much authority and I do not feel strong enough to reject their proposals, but proposals seem to orders. I will tell you that I just want to play the cello and studying ancient literature. Will answer that for that time but I will also have to solve polynomials of fourth degree in a grid. Hamlet I have to return to the school library, if I want to punish me with a few years of involuntary abstinence. Yesterday, my French teacher (the same as not scolded me when I leftEulalia examining the change had to make a full fifth time) suggested we go to Switzerland in two years, interact with people from French Switzerland. Thais go to another school to study art, Eulalia give a full year in the U.S. and come back with an accent gringoso repellent and stay here Anna, Inma and me.
This afternoon I play in an audition. I did not go to class to stay looking and I've only taken my cello for just under an hour. I have to go to the post office to pick up a couple of packages certificates for my mother.
Wednesday, June 1, 2005
Life Like Spa Games Online Musicians Fair
etamente at random and without noticing the extent of the notes, and the pace the lesson I had to move to Thursday to avoid a catastrophe. Mal had not studied (contradicting my first paragraph, but this is not normal). Then I had cello exam, Prelude, Sarabande and Minuet 2 º Bach Suite.
REVIEW ANALYSIS OF FUCKING
-Prelude:
Hurrah! The only thing I got right. Now, get ready to read the review of my failure.
-Sarabande:
black = 40, in theory. The list turned black = 60, ie, accelerates thousand.
-Minuet I: I did slow and had to be fast.
-Minuet II: I did had to be fast and slow. Mana
REVIEW ANALYSIS OF FUCKING
-Prelude:
Hurrah! The only thing I got right. Now, get ready to read the review of my failure.
-Sarabande:
black = 40, in theory. The list turned black = 60, ie, accelerates thousand.
-Minuet I: I did slow and had to be fast.
-Minuet II: I did had to be fast and slow. Mana
Monday, May 30, 2005
Getting A Private Striper Dance
Men with female voice put me, and women with male voice as well.
I like to think that we all have feminine and masculine, if only on the inside, because there are few hermaphrodites.
I want an old typewriter, saw her in a movie and think it's very nice, so I will ask for kings, but is more than a year. I live on illusions, like everyone else.
hate banks, and lately I have to go to many, out of obligation. My mother is very busy and I have to enter your money and make extracts from their accounts. Whenever I go to a bank say I am the daughter of Lola and then recognize me because they say I look like her. I also think we look alike, especially in the forma to speak, many people tell me, you talk like your mother. Beats me and sometimes adopted many expressions manchego accent (which is very ugly, indeed, look like Bono when I use it). When I was a little girl had blue eyes like her, but now mine are green. We have the same head and the same hands and the same hair, though she short and I long, and her chestnut brown and I, is the same and I know. Banks have a security door and if you take things out of metal whistles, so whenever I have the house keys I have to leave them outside in a kind of boxes that do not transmit security because they apparently can be easily opened, but still not I have no choice. The bankers are men with very serious tie and speaking perfect Castilian (s muy rare to find one that speaks Valencia and wear a simple polo Lacoste). The tail of the banks is very long and always I have to wait, but I am enjoying seeing the variety so variegated in front of me, women with shopping cart, workers, old men with canes, women business skirt made of gray millimeter squares and black stockings ... I do not know, is cool. Still I'm happy when the banker grabs my notebook and the machine goes through a large and full of buttons and I said that already, and I'm going home.
Sometimes my mother gives me money to buy something to eat when you leave the school. I am left with two packets of pasta-knorr kitchen-in-five-minutes and I about seven euros. Then I get the urge to visit the shop and me five
I like to think that we all have feminine and masculine, if only on the inside, because there are few hermaphrodites.
I want an old typewriter, saw her in a movie and think it's very nice, so I will ask for kings, but is more than a year. I live on illusions, like everyone else.
hate banks, and lately I have to go to many, out of obligation. My mother is very busy and I have to enter your money and make extracts from their accounts. Whenever I go to a bank say I am the daughter of Lola and then recognize me because they say I look like her. I also think we look alike, especially in the forma to speak, many people tell me, you talk like your mother. Beats me and sometimes adopted many expressions manchego accent (which is very ugly, indeed, look like Bono when I use it). When I was a little girl had blue eyes like her, but now mine are green. We have the same head and the same hands and the same hair, though she short and I long, and her chestnut brown and I, is the same and I know. Banks have a security door and if you take things out of metal whistles, so whenever I have the house keys I have to leave them outside in a kind of boxes that do not transmit security because they apparently can be easily opened, but still not I have no choice. The bankers are men with very serious tie and speaking perfect Castilian (s muy rare to find one that speaks Valencia and wear a simple polo Lacoste). The tail of the banks is very long and always I have to wait, but I am enjoying seeing the variety so variegated in front of me, women with shopping cart, workers, old men with canes, women business skirt made of gray millimeter squares and black stockings ... I do not know, is cool. Still I'm happy when the banker grabs my notebook and the machine goes through a large and full of buttons and I said that already, and I'm going home.
Sometimes my mother gives me money to buy something to eat when you leave the school. I am left with two packets of pasta-knorr kitchen-in-five-minutes and I about seven euros. Then I get the urge to visit the shop and me five
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