Bruised Knuckle 4 Weeks

0nthesunnyside @ 2010-09-19T17: 38:00

Current Location: Los Angeles Airport, more precisely at a table in the departure (the only place where I found a free connection), pending the arrival of Mami & Papi ™ ... what will happen ... let '... in 3 hours and a half. I just suffered a crushing disappointment, or, my favorite sandwich at McDonald's does not seem to be available here in California! And I thought it was all uniform! Bleh.

However, I believe it is appropriate to make a stock of the situation. I left Wednesday in Ocean City late afternoon, in a sea of tears. And I'm serious, I do not mean only to convey a dramatic effect. To give you an idea, my bus trip to Savannah lasted 19 hours and I think I cried for a good part. Over the past two days, starting from the last day of work, when I was presented a collage of photos over the dedication you all of the back. Now I can brag to show off a socially acceptable manner.

I spent the last 3 days in Savannah: small but very pretty, but is staying there, is touring the college and had talked with the students failed to dispel all my doubts and hesitations. Honestly I do not even want to talk about at the moment and I suppose my lack of enthusiasm is partly due to the too many emotions last period. I'm pretty emotionally messed up, seems like a real lady. For the moment I want to enjoy your holiday as carefree as possible, because I do not want to take a position before visiting the other colleges in New York.

I realize that what I'm about to say is in total contradiction with what I said at the beginning of this experience, but I miss Ocean City. Maybe not the place itself, but the whole load of meaning that includes: the stage for what was probably the most beautiful summer. And in recent weeks, with all the friends who were leaving in dribs and drabs, hours of work are shorter, the crowds of tourists who vanished, it was like watching the lights go out, the actors leave the scene ... a summer that slowly and inevitably dies is always sad.

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Yellow

Until Quach days ago I un'ideona for yellow. Excellent, wonderful, perfect. Only, since it is taken from a book I want to write, where yellow and the paranormal are mixed by a masterpiece, I can not use it as a theme, as the professor said "Yellow" and "Yellow and the paranormal." So the other day I deleted everything.
I could write without all the paranormal stuff, not only that the murder would be solved. So I had to remove everything.
About three days ago so I was determined not to write anything or tell the teacher who invents a murder is not so easily. To make the issue needed to make a perfect, beautiful, intriguing, and murder so you must be at least an hour sitting at a table to think like a murderess to understand how to not leave evidence or something.
Yes, you have to enter his mind. Just as happens in "Criminal Minds." "In their mind, that's where we get" the ad said the fifth season. I'm
straparlando as does Reid in "Criminal Minds", in fact. So then I remember an almost perfect crime, since there is no perfect one. Now is perfect, no paranormal little evidence, but enough to investigate, and apprehend suspects.
Uh, how nice! I have become a perfect killer! Oh, no! Wait! I invent crimes, is a different thing, they are HOW TO INVENT THE QUEEN OF MURDER. If you are straight, call me.
Of course, I must say though that a murder does not come out so well done, out of nowhere, you sit and think like a murderess for an hour, as I said before. If you want a simple and very short just say that the murderess has shot the victim and a policeman was there, so he has been arrested. Fine.
So I say to you that the cyanide was helpful to make the theme, but I have not finished writing, but only to invent. They have yet to interview a dozen people, indeed, students ...
I greet you, they are devoid of ideas and I'm listening to "The World To You "by Max Pezzali, which is really beautiful ... beautiful ... the next one!

Getting Well Sentences

September ... Irreducible

Unbelievable but true, today marks the calendar already September 1st. June seemed to never end, but after July 4 the time has accelerated dramatically! This poor blog langue early August, but the reason I have not updated it really is the lack of time writing material ... and I'm sorry, probably because so many small moments will eventually move in that part of the subconscious where memories settle and fade, before surfacing in the most unexpected ... although, to be honest, I probably would have passed on the several things, too personal to end up on a blog.

In any event, a week or so, the atmosphere is almost surreal in Ocean City. And 'as if someone had turned off a switch: the beach crowded with tents and all the various tools that Americans love to carry around and is almost empty as the Boardwalk, the astronomical prices that reached every day are more than halved, the almost claustrophobic feeling that I had in store some evenings there were so many customers have left, as well as several U.S. members of staff who, in dribs and drabs, from mid-August had to begin preparing to return to university.

Probably you got there by themselves, the undersigned has stopped for a long time to count down ... well, now I look at successive days on the calendar with a certain melancholy: I miss home and I'm still happy to come back, but at the same time, the routine frozen in recent months this summer and all the people who live here and who, like me, will have to leave I will miss very much .

However, August has been a succession of short trips (including Washington ... I will see photo), days on the beach and small parties.

The latest news is that Hurricane Earl, which is probably in Europe speaks very little, from a small tropical storm has reached Category 4 and decided to go full power to the Outer Banks in North Carolina and sabotage the weekend that M. and I had planned ... apparently fall back on something else. In any case, Earl, on its way to the north, will pass to Ocean City, or at least off: it seems that now they have de categorized at Level 3, but on Friday we will have winds of 40 mph and a lot of rain & hellip ; are alerting people, but it seems you must evacuate. Personally I am not upset, but this certainly depends on the fact that here are all quiet and organized. We'll see what happens ... I'm just curious.