why i am a fourteen-year-old girl

[ love of my life ]

[26 days, two rows, several exams]

the secret life of dvd*

maroon5 (moron5, i couldn't resist) released their new album.
Oh! NO!
celine 'horsy' dion released her new album.
Oh! NO!

i don't want to live in a world where things like those are allowed to happen and are accepted.
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22 may, the number in all my profiles changes to 22.
almost a year passed since a very significant&important moment, and i haven't improved, developed, i haven't changed at all [which was kind of my goal]
that's why


anyway, it's still great to share bday with this guy














and it's [only] 31days to go.
even less time, still so much to do.
***

*is all about eating m&m's at 11pm when nobody is looking. not very fab, i say.

the catcher in the rye

"anyway, i keep picturing all these little kids playing some game in this big field of rye and all. thousands of little kids, and nobody's around - nobody big, i mean - except me. and i'm standing on the edge of some crazy cliff. what i have to do, i have to catch everybody if they start to go over the cliff - i mean if they're running and they don't look where they're going i have to come out from somewhere and catch them. that's all i'd do all day. i'd just be the catcher in the rye and all. i know it's crazy, but that's the only thing i'd really like to be. i know it's crazy."

J.D.Salinger, 'The Catcher in the Rye"

i'm just a copy machine

i fully assimilated 'evacuational' vocabulary and every now and then, out of the blue, i interject an exclamation 'amara,' or say that something is 'amarish.' synonym for shit.
surrounding frustration, i get highly irritated when others become so seriously worried with things; not being pretentious that there are more important matters, it's just that there's so much unnecessary fuss, unneeded endeavour, too many words said too emotionally.
and the only thing that comes to my mind is 'fuck.'

[how literary of me]
***
nina persson's guest apperance at manic street preachers' new album!
and 'indian summer,' oh, what a song!

no Brokeback White House

seen at joemygod

various stages

our little doggie had a stroke on friday. i spent 2 days at her side, watching over her. i remember the pain in her eyes, the sadness, the fear. incomprehension. her body tormented by agonizing cramps. we placed soft cushions all around her so she wouldn't get hurt.
the vet said she had no chances of surviving. yet, today she wagged her tail and barked for the first time since the friday accident. guess a doggie miracle happened. her sense of balance is still a bit disordered.
***
i went to see spiderman 3 with my friend martin. it was good, great entertainment, although not as good as first two parts [i love the scene where spidey saves that train from falling down/crashing in sm2, after he fought doc oc, how people helped him afterwards, seriously, so touching and heroic i cried].
later, we got something to eat [spinach ravioli for me] and then chain-smoked in front of the restaurant. we got all pretentious [at least i did], it was such a melancholic evening. i realised we are so dawson's creek. we live in a small town from which we want to get out, and sooner or later we are. we have hopes, dreams, goals, angst. and i live near a lake.
i'm the gay character, that's obvious. martin would be pacey, though he doesn't have a handsome policeman brother whom i could date. bah!
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i also saw perfect stranger and few die hard 4 trailers. bruce willis is hothot as always and proves he still has that 'something.'
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[46 days.]

i'm still a fourteen-year-old girl

[ 47 days. not much time, much to do.]

augusto is a father!

52

52 days.

52nd week of 52.

52nd issue of 52 in just a few hours.

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[generally, all about&because of o.]

agency

'Americans have all a lively faith in the perfectibility of a man; they judge that the diffusion of knowledge must necessarily be advantageous, and the consequences of ignorance fatal; they all consider society as a body in a state of improvement, humanity as a changing scene, in which nothing is, or ought to be, permanent; and they admit that what appears to them today to be good, may be superseded by something better tomorrow.'

Alexis de Tocquecille