Morning lions in the morning light.

Hello, I'm a floating head and I've been thinking what to do with this blog for quite a long time. Silvia said she liked it because she felt like a dairy of our friendship was being kept, for everyone to read and participate on. I like that. I can share my opinions, you can share yours and blablablablablabla.

So yeah, I'll hang around here for a little while longer. I don't actually have much of a plan but this is mah blog bitches, so get over it.

Good faces to bad news

Recibimos una muy mala noticia hace unos días, de la clase de noticias que no quieres repetir. Así que he estado pensando y analizando mi conducta en los momentos después de que nos la comunicasen y lo único que tengo que decir es que el tacto es un sentido que te conecta con todo lo que hay a tu alrededor.

places, and landscapes and dreaming are nice too.

I've been to number 3 and hope to go to all the other ones. 

Credit for number 5

Is it normal to be scared,

or to feel uncertainty?

'Cause you'd think it'll be easier

but it still makes my heart sting.

The terror out there is frightening,

it is such a fearful thing. 

It is a truth universally acknowledged

I love my sister and I miss my sister and, if we were the Bennets,

 she would be Jane, the pretty, gentle and kind sister, 

and I would be Elizabeth.

I mean, I guess being Elizabeth would not turn out to be that dreadful.

PS: I LIKE PRIDE AND PREJUDICE, AND IF YOU DON'T APPROVE COME AT ME BRO.

Admit that the waters around you have grown.

Y mientras su aventura llegaba al final, ella se preguntó qué cambiaría si de alguna manera pudiese. Después de reflexionar sobre ello, llegó a la conclusión de que no deseaba cambiar nada. Había habido errores y malentendidos, sí, pero eso no cambiaba las alegrías, nuevas amistades, experiencias positivas y sonrisas. Es más, esos momentos difíciles solo acentuaron la importancia de las risas y de las tardes bajo el sol. Porque, ¿cómo llegaríamos a apreciar buenos momentos sin compararlos con los malos?
Estaba orgullosa de sí misma, estaba orgullosa de lo que había logrado, estaba orgullosa de todo lo que había aprendido y como lo había usado.
Cuando hablaba con amigos en casa, ellos le repetían que no había cambiado, pero ella sentía lo contrario. Puede que no hubiese cambiado quien era, pero había crecido. Y de alguna manera, ¿no era crecer una forma de cambiar?

She still enjoyed the same things, she might not have gone wilder, but she had gone wiser. Or at least, she thought so.

(to listen while reading, I guess?)

Dylan is ma man.

Whiny teenagers and Feminism.

She is brilliant, and in one video she was able to sum up my views of feminism in such a concise and beautiful way.
Feminism has been in my mind a lot lately, because of the whole "all-girls boarding school" thing. Also how much we all seek approval from everyone but ourselves scares me. We try to please each other and we get lost while doing it.
I haven't been really happy with the human race lately, so maybe going to the catholic school that my parents want me to go to would do me good. Or I can keep practicing Yoga. Either one.
I also have a lot of doubts about next year. I have to choose a path. And it'll be different and (probably) difficult and I'll have to start all over again. However, I have a feeling it'll be worth it in the end.
Last thing: I've been going through my old posts and I was such a whiny 14 year old 15 year old (wow, even posts from like, 6 months ago are just me complaining about how life is, "I AM ALONE IN A BOARDING SCHOOL. SEND HELP."). And it was just last year. I mean, I don't believe I've changed that much, I just feel like right now I wouldn't go telling the internet my exact feelings about a concrete person. Because you know, until farther notice, the internet is pretty public. And I don't enjoy people that I wouldn't tell about my feelings in the first place to know my feelings. I guess I learned a lesson, sort of. I'm still typing.
Look at me talking about very very random stuff while trying to be serious. Somehow.

Hard life we have, teenagers.

Sometimes I cry myself to sleep because I am not Carey Mulligan which means I am not perfect. 

Listography.

Things to do when I get home:

- eat chocolate (this is extremely random, but I felt like it.)

- redecorate my room.

- go to the movies by myself.

- go around the city by myself. 

- meet new people.

- visit new places.

- hug/love my family.

- try to remember how to speak french. 

- and german.

- continue studying chinese. 

- show more love to my sister. (yes. i'm a bitch sometimes)

- show my sister around town.

- buy cute things to my sister.

- get lost.

- find my way. 

- discover new places.

- try to make sense out of everything that has changed during this year (extremely hard one.)

- lear how to play guitar.

- try to continue doing theater.

- spend less time on the internet.

- read more (still read a lot right now though)

- spend a lot of time with Silvia (lots lots lots lots!!)

- go to parties (if by any miracle invited)

- swim. a lot.

- roadtrip to france.

- try to enjoy the beach. 

- write more. (try to keep it private now that so many people i know read my blog.)

- study more (?)

- get into med school (2014?)

- make parents happy.

- make myself happy (pretty easy). 

- watch more movies. 

- watch Freaks and Geeks.

- complain less, love more. 

- go to concerts. 

- discover new music. 

- play with dad's my new camera.

- try to help people (how? no clue. this is pretty vague...)

- keep in contact with Porter's friends/teachers.

- look pretty (????? hard one as well)

- avoid things/people i don't like. 

- sleep more (it'd be pretty perfect if it were 12 hours a day. thanks)

- travel.

- try to find the beauty in everything.

- go to museums.

- judge less (mainly by music/movies taste, Sofia's bitch is coming back)

- be less cranky on bad days. 

- make more mix-tapes. 

- lord of the rings marathons with my dad

- read lord of the rings.

- FROOOODOOOOOO.

- find someone to share these with?
- create more valuable memories.

Oh! I watched "Titanic" again today, in the theater and in 3D. I cried like a baby, I kid you not.

Pretty accurate. Such a great voice.

OKAY THIS IS ALL. 

I'M OFF TO RE-READ THE AWESOMENESS OF "THE GREAT GATSBY" AND START "THE PEARL". 

"ON THE ROAD" IS NEXT ON THE LIST. 

Se me había olvidado lo bien que siente volver a hablar con alguien del que no habías oído nada en mucho tiempo. Da un sentido de vuelta a la normalidad alucinante. 

Original?

                  We've come to a point in which everyone claims to want to be so "original" that they forget to be themselves, and start acting like total and stupid strangers. I get you're searching to understand who you are and blablabla. But you are not going to find that out by trying to become someone else.

                  You are original in the first place, and you should embrace it as it is. You don't have to look for "hipster" things, or try to find the "least mainstream" whatever. You should look out for what you like. Those likes will change over time, I can assure you. 11 year old me loved Hannah Montana and the Jonas Brothers. And I am not ashamed. Every phase you go through makes you who you are.

                  In this sense, fashion truly annoys me. So I'd say, do your shit your own way. Because you're not hurting anyone by being who you truly are. If not, you'll just loose yourself at some point or another.





I could write some Selena Gomez-ish songs with all this, it'll go like "LOOOOOOOVE YOURSEEEEELF! *backup singers that do all the work*" x10000000

Old Sport.

At the enchanted metropolitan twilight I felt a haunting loneliness sometimes, and felt it in others - poor young clerks who loitered in front of windows waiting until it was time for a solitary restaurant dinner - young clerks in the dusk, wasting the most poignant moments of night and life.

F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby

El problema de los Jueves es que no son Viernes. 

Y el problema de Nick es que le utilizan para contar una historia que no es la suya, aunque no por eso menos encantadora. 

Bill Hader let me love you. 

This is stupid and so are most of us

there's all this that i have stuck in my head that i feel like telling everyone as well as I feel like telling no one.
everyone thinks what they feel is the most important thing but it's all stuck in the head, and in reality no one gives a fuck
why are sometimes memories so haunting
hey, it might seem fucked up, but we should try to fix it. trying is always the first step
except those times in which you just feel good, when it just feels right
there is nothing worse than disappointment, nothing hurts as much 

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but I'm happy.

Después de esperar mucho, con la excusa de que la inspiración me llegaría algún día, he decidido escribir en el blog otra vez. Ha llegado un punto en el que este sitio no es un lugar para desahogarse más que un lugar para expresarse. Hace mucho que no actualizo y ha sido más por pereza que por falta de ganas. Supongo que ya era hora de volver. Mañana empiezan mis vacaciones de Primavera, y mis planes son muy basicamente dormir, hacer fotos, conocer nuevos lugares y dormir algo más. Si tengo tiempo luego escanearé las fotos que hice en NY y las colgaré.

Hasta entonces,

5o años son muchos años.

Desde sus años universitarios...

(Oh, hello there mom.)

A tardes en el zoo,

Y mañanas en la cocina,

Y bueno, aunque me encantaria llamarte ahora mismo,

Resulta que cumples medio siglo y que no puedo celebrarlo contigo y con toda la familia. Pues bueno, muchísimas felicidades, os quiero un montón, y espero que en otro medio siglo, si que esté contigo para celebrarlo. 

Father and Son.