..my.last.offender..

4.2.05

This is what I've got and it got me saying - Why me?

and for the weirdnezz of the week: i get a flu...
and a "redaccion avanzada" exam...
i´ve never taugth redaction would be so hard... i mean when i looked at the test it was something like:
"In any of the next 150 sentences there is ONE Sintaxis mistake, find it, rate it, correct it and explain the etymological origin of each word in that sentence; also make a draw in which you show a better use for that words in the languge, this with a politically-correct context."
and how! well, at least the drawing part was funny... but still hard I can´t do politically-correct drawing. =P and so, i drew Paul McCartney buying a cheap, little table...
yesterday at 3 pm, or so, i started to feel reeeeeally high, I went to see some doctor, he gave me 2 medicines of which Nay laughed at and said: "why do they keep buying "similar medicines"?" and because of that we went searching for something better; a vick pyrena te and myself into bed just 20 minutes after that... i feel better by now, i´m just alone and slow by the side-effects of the medicine, um, well the medicine didn´t took everyone away from me, but it´s like a feelings-booster and that´s making me lonely, or something like that... I don´t know how to explain that
last friday i couldn´t write something here, that because I was out to pay my traffic bill, because i´m not a very talented driver and i broke some rules while driving home from tequisquiapan, anyway, i had a morning tour and something incredible happened... something so incredible that i`m not going to describe it here... and I may not describe it anywhere `cause you are going to think that I´m a weird friki fanboy... ok, i´m weird... and kind of freak... but i won´t tell you what really happened
not everything in this life is as bad as flu, there are cool things too... all that precious moments must be kept on the ocean avenue... uh, here I go again with that avenue... ok, excuse me, i won´t do that again, just remember...
How the hell can I be writing about remembering if I´m the number one forgeter in the whole world, I could forget my parents birthdate... in fact yesterday i forgot to call my little brother, and yesterday was his birthday... well, many people thinks i´m an asshole because that, but hey! I know when your birthday is, it´s just that I often don´t know in which day i´m living... i can remember when is someone´s birthday for all the year long, but in the very day, i will forget it, i don´t know why this happens but sorry for that to the lucky ones that have passed without my cheers until noon or late night... or the next day -sorry juanchis-
as a final note please don´t get what i write so literally, i always make my writing in a metaphorical way... wait no... i don´t write "metaforas" it´s just like my writing style to hide the real meaning of what i say

so the beautiful world... sick beautiful world...

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