Monday, May 25, 2009
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Love is the person you think about the sad songs
I want to tell me that you consideraríais songs perfect, romantic, fun, necessary, warm, pleasant and gentle lovemaking.
Sunday, May 24, 2009
Tuesday, May 19, 2009
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Gift invisible friend! XXX
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decently each of the gifts but you better commented on this post (also I want to add the f-list ^ ^) and already talked on the comments. I adore you. Seriously. You've been a sun:): D: D ♥
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decently each of the gifts but you better commented on this post (also I want to add the f-list ^ ^) and already talked on the comments. I adore you. Seriously. You've been a sun:): D: D ♥
Wednesday, May 6, 2009
Adult Western Party Invitation Wording
Fandom: Original .
Characters: Marly, George, Kelly and Zack involved.
Topic: # 30 - Return.
Words: 3. 364. Notes
author: is the continuation that goes right after the last panel. I wrote some time ago, but I could not upload it until now. Was reading it over now to see if everything was alright and, alas, I think every bullet has its time to write it, because now I feel more "ready" for talk about what comes next. Yes, I do not understand or me.
The name of the bullet is invented, or inspired by any other table, can not remember. When I know I will make the appropriate credits. Today
no picture, but I'm going to put a song a while now has begun to mean much, much, for me. And now that I think about it, I think it would also apply to George and Marly. Basshunter - Angel in the night .
Marly.
suddenly opened his eyes, unveiled in the middle of the night. Had felt in the depths of his subconscious that someone called his name, as if really needed. Marly sat on the bed and touched his head, tossing her hair with the gesture.
yawned and got off the mattress, putting your foot barefoot on the cold floor, although the movement, contrary to what he thought, was a not unpleasant sensation. Moreover, it was as if I had get out of bed and move on. I had a hunch that was leave home, no matter how bizarre that sounded that. He realized then that I had awakened before the image of George come to mind.
hurried out of his habitacióny down the stairs, trying not to make noise. She was wearing her winter pajamas, dark blue, and black hair loose and disheveled. He opened the front door was still feeling sueñoa submerged in a half-finished.
And then he saw it. He. A George. Standing in the driveway, with crumpled jeans, a dark green jersey vee-neck and tangled hair that swirled around him at the start of the ears. He who had heard it was out and looked up, seeing it and was stunned by the unique event. She thought that maybe that would be the result of his twisted imagination needed.
But no. Marly
walked toward him, her bare feet on the grass in the garden, looking as if she had to see for the first time in life. Did not even feel cold. Just felt anguish. He began to run in the last section and, upon reaching it, embraced him with all his might. George
hugged her back, her arms around her and her body, leaning forward and holding it as if it were the most precious thing in the world for him. Was so high that it seemed to be embracing Ela, but the reality was very different. Marly
holding him. Around his neck with his arms and pressed her cheek against his chest. Since I had played had impregnated her feelings and sadness felt under the skin, so real and convincing that I was tempted to mourn. George was part of it, had always been.
George was crying.
-Marly ... You're here. Marly
pressed him harder. He remembered that day in the basketball court, where he had left it for the first and last time.
"Yes, I'm here. I'm with you. And I will not go, George, I promise.
His arms round his back, and she had to stand on tiptoe. George closed his eyes hard and dedicated himself to feel, to feel his touch and his small body in his arms, to smell the cologne he wore raspberry Marly and impregnated her hair, for God had thrown so much.
During the time they were so embraced, neither felt cold.
* * *
George was fairly short at first, holding hands of Marly as she had inside the house. She turned to him once he had closed the door cautiously and put his finger on lips, telling him not to make noise. George had wanted to do many things (and not all innocent) at that time. Marly
had held hands, fingers intertwined with yours, out there, watching him tenderly but cautiously, as if they were signing a silent pact to be made clear to him still hurt, and that he had not forgiven, but it was her friend after all, and I loved him.
climbed the stairs to her front and, once they entered the room, lit Marly his night lamp, that shaped tortoise shell. Without releasing it at any time sat on the bed, on the quilt messy, and leaned back against the wall beside his window. George did the same in front of her, sitting on the edge of the Indian.
-George ... "Marly said, and approached him. Hands stroked her cheeks, like wiping the tears dry, and George was asked what he would have to have someone as Marly in her life. She it was so good even after all. Perhaps it had been an excellent person in another life. Marly
Then he sat down, bending your knees and hugging them.
- Want to talk? He asked.
George sighed and looked at the headboard of his bed, attached horizontally to the wall. Were in the same place where months ago he had fought and stopped speaking when he had suggested not metiese in your life with all but touch.
With elbows on her legs began to twiddle his fingers, then moving to crack. Marly stared with a frown, pursed lips and raised eyebrows, because he had always hated to do that and he knew it.
"Sorry.
"It's okay.
Marly smiled. At that time I just wanted him to be fine.
- How'd you know I was down there?
She shrugged.
"I just knew. A hunch. Felt as if someone was calling me.
"You always know things ... before anyone of you have said. "George recalled the suddenness with which the expression of Marly had changed when the party had seen Kelly Elya entering the room. He had burst into tears when he had just a few steps toward them.
"It's a virtue I have," Marly smiled. Something happened to me forever.
-I missed seeing you smile, "said George. Marly
bit his tongue to blame, like a little girl, "and who was to blame, eh?".
- Have you grown recently? I see higher.
George outlined an attempt to smile.
"Nah. Will you have shrunk.
"Do not mess with me or I'll stick.
George raised his arm towards her and brushed her palm with her fingers.
"I hope not. I know from experience that give good punches. Marly
opened his hand, get away from his leg, so George could continue playing it. He took it and began to stroke the fingers passing over them his own, the forefinger and thumb, from bottom to top and vice versa.
"You know my father was two years ago, right? Marly
looked up, it was with downcast eyes, not yet touch George. He kept with it and with its concentration down at his hands.
"I know. I'm your neighbor across and, although it has never been to your house, I noticed that the car of your father desaparecíay no longer return. But I know nothing else.
George laced his fingers with his and then broke the grip, taking her by the wrist and thumb from the back of his hand.
- Remember the time that, for almost two years when I found drugs in the basketball court?
"Yes, Marly, almost solemnly holding their breath.
"A couple of months my father had abandoned us," she confessed. So he wore a gloomy time, behaving differently than normal. But that day ... that afternoon I did something to me for a long time arrependí.
George looked up and, when his eyes were black with theirs, Marly felt a blow to the heart.
"When my father left, my mother started to drink. It was not instantaneous, but it developed over time. The first week a couple of drinks of wine on Saturday, the second followed a few days getting drunk, drinking in the middle third and the fourth throw hangover alcohol morning coffee. He became an alcoholic and when at work gave him a depression, everything got worse.
"When she came home from school had slept the night before. Began to be abandoned, and things constantly scolded: "I have the fault that has left us, I have not been able to retain it, I should have been kinder, wiser, more helpful & hellip ; " was what I was saying all the time, crying and served another drink.
"It was quite humiliating. So I could not tell anyone, I wanted to die every time I opened the front door. Marly
strong held it together.
"I began to hate her like I hated my father for leaving us. There is something you do not know, and my father is psychologically abusive to my mother. I did not understand until I was old enough, and when he was added to my anger. But my mother was not the same ... I felt a lot of frustration at not being able to help, do something to make her feel better, and paid my anger with her hating .... "George came to naught. I had never been particularly good at explaining things, especially what I had to do with himself. That afternoon, the afternoon that found me on the pitch, my mother greeted me at the entrance with a kiss on the cheek. The kiss was dead, drooling, drunk, even disgusted me, so I turned away from her abruptly. She came after me, recriminations that kind of treatment, and said "You're just like your father."
His hoarse voice was heard in that last sentence. George closed his eyes tightly, wishing to forget all the feelings that had produced those words.
"Then I turned and pushed. His head was blunt fury, but still suppressed my instinct and gave little hard. But my mother was weak because only dormíay almost never wanted to eat, and fell to the ground. -George bowed his head and rested his fist against his forehead. God, how horrible was that day.
She rushed to his knees and grabbed him by the wrist.
"Nah, George, you're wrong, his voice was soft, slow voice of Marly. You were not horrible or bad, or you were just like your father. You loved your mother and all she wanted was that it was OK, come back to be the same, but you were a child ... and you could not do anything for her, "What consoled him away from his fist and stroked his knuckles. I'm not saying it was pushing, but it was an impulse, you would not hurt, just separate it so that its presence ceases to hurt. 've Been enduring a long time without telling anyone ...
He looked up at him.
"You're the most sympathetic person I've met in my life.
"I'm not well," said Marly, thinking about Kelly and him. But most of the time try to get in the place of another.
George gave a half smile.
"I know. Marly
sat down on the mattress the same height and, this time in the same position as him. Now she stroked the palm of your hand and rub gently away gesture.
shove-After further explained George, "her up and sat on the couch, asking if he was OK, if he had hurt, but she was so resentful and hurt that just left me. I even think I was afraid. So, as I could not bear the situation, I left home and sought a way to forget.
"I found someone who sold drugs.
"Yes, he knew an area in which they moved. I bought a couple of pills.
And then I found you.
"I hugged," he continued. You made me feel totally safe, understood. I never said I am very proud, and preferred to avoid the subject, but really I thank you, Marly.
"But I could not help it ... you did not have enough confidence in me and tell me ...
" It was not the cut that, "George said. Please Marly, do not think so because you're wrong. The blame has always been mine, I've been unable to come for you. I preferred to stay out all this time ...
"There, George stopped him, watching him with unkempt hair and an expression of tenderness in his eyes. Never more flagella. You are so secretive and difficult to access, and I accept you. Next time I'll take everything as it is, I'll think of some way-gave a small, shy smile. He also watched. What happened to your mother?
"When I returned at night, she was making dinner. I was surprised to see her cook, and while she was busy and back, told him everything. I told him how I felt, what I hated my father and what he wanted she was recovering. I told her I wanted, which cost me a lot, you know these things cost me, and asked for forgiveness for having pushed.
"Oh, George, that was very brave. I'm proud, really.
He smiled.
"She turned to me, crying like a cupcake, he hugged me and told me he was sorry. He promised that things would improve "George sighed. We talked almost all night, and in the end she decided to pull all the alcohol from the house and go to Alcoholics Anonymous.
"Your mother is great.
"Yes, it is. Is very strong, although my father cast a shadow as she does not realized his true potential. Things were not easy and had several relapses, but still went ahead. Fought hard, and I know he did for me, "You could tell in his voice how much I was excited to talk about his mother. One of the things that worried him was the subject economic. My father was an insurance salesman and she a nurse, and at that time we were left with only one salary.
"So was that why you started this summer to work delivering newspapers and mowing lawns.
"Yes. My mother was not allowed to work during school time, so I had no other to do what he could on vacation. She folded her shifts. I worked a lot. So twice I struggled in school.
"And you got the scholarship to the Eagle. George nodded
head.
"You've always been very intelligent.
"Nah," he said, denying the compliment. Is that I have a good memory. Marly
looked at him with raised eyebrows as if to say "Yes ... now."
"So the two get to be super-continued. But your father ...
"My father has returned. He returned a few weeks before the party ... "she said, hesitating a bit at the end.
-No okay, George, you can say, "murmured Marly. It is a taboo subject.
was still stroking her hand, fingers moving gently from the palm to the beginning of his arm.
"I knew something was wrong," continued her. I knew that night, as you saw. You had a lot of ghosts behind the eyes.
- In the eyes?
"Yes.
-curious way of putting it, "he murmured side smiling. We notice that your mother is a writer. Marly
looked at him with complicity.
- How are things now? "He asked.
-Mal, "said George, looking away. If not for the touch of Marly, by her presence and her laughter soft close, which relieved tension, would have felt at that moment a big lump in my throat. But it softened all-Marly. My mother forgave him, but my father has not changed. Remains the same, exactly the same.
denote the bitterness in his voice. Marly looked at him with concern.
I do not know what to do ... I feel totally powerless and frustrated. I wish my father never returned. Rather ... he was dead. He looked
.
"Do not surprised.
- What?
"It scares you and you are surprised to read that.
"I feel normal, George. Your mother is so ... so good person, "she whispered, her voice small. I do not mean that poor people deserve something like this but ... is she ... I do not know how many times I've seen has been so sweet to me, and it's your mother, and tell me how much they changed without ...
felt he did not know how to explain, not Although the words came out so hard and difficult subject, with anguish, yet she knew he understood what he meant.
"I understand that ... you feel powerless over what happens. But George, what can you do? You're not even an adult yet ... Yo ... if you could denounce him pegase and evidence, but if the abuser is psychologically much more difficult ... She should leave, but of course it is not easy. Nothing is easy in this type of situation.
Marly watched with a look of anguish on his face, mouth ajar. George did not understand what was so nervous.
"I'm not giving any useful advice ..." she admitted, looking down to get to talk to his chest. Oh, George, have you waited so long to face it, to tell me your problems and in the end ... I will not serve anything.
George opened his eyes, amazed.
- What do you mean? "Realized that there was a heightened voice, and hurried down the tone. No, Marly, no, you're very wrong.
He lifted his chin and stroked her skin with your fingers.
-Marly, my ... "He paused a moment, a silence. my best friend, my many things, how can you see, with how smart you are, how much you help me? Just for being you, just ... to be with me. Marly
felt his eyes moistened. He knelt down and hugged her against his body and resting his head on hers.
"In the end you told me," she whispered. You took, but you told me. My mother was right ... I'm glad I had patience.
George returned the hug with a smile and eyes closed.
"Patience is what you have left. Without it, the kick would have given me some time. Marly
laughed and shook her shoulders and stomach.
When separated from him, took her face in her hands and gave him a kiss on the mouth, naive but sincere.
"I love you just said. George
put her hair behind her ears and looked at her with such love and had not looked at anyone. Marly smiled, his eyes on hers, with his nose almost touching his.
With all their hopes resting on the palm of your hand.
* * *
George climbed into bed beside her. Marly side was left attached to the wall. Liked and did not know why. Marly
rested her head on his chest. He was dressed in normal clothes, but he said he did not care. I felt her breathing on his neck, his warm breath tickling. She put her hand on his head, burying his fingers through his hair. Marly was the eyes open for a long time, but George, totally calmed by her presence, which was like a balm or valium , fell asleep immediately.
Marly was pleased to see that no snoring. He smiled and stuck him use whatever, if anything was possible.
recalled his conversation with Zack, way back in the park, and repeated to himself a specific phrase. George could be anything he wanted, they both could be as different as possible, but that does not mean what he was . You
me, he thought, just before falling asleep, feeling calm and at peace with the world.
Monday, April 20, 2009
Can I Shower After A Wax
Constructive comments (chocolate chips)
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nimphetamina in his post. I totally agree with you, so I put the meme!
What do you think of what I write? Do you have rondándote idea head and do not dare tell anyone? Have you started writing a story and you have many questions? You want folks to read and be honest with you?
I can say in this post, all up and what comes to mind. Is the meme of sincerity but with fanfics and stories. The comments are filtered. "People respond to your input anonymous. Comment constructively destructive criticism is surely the worst and you do not want to receive any. If you want the person in question the answer you should comment, and ask Him, at least in my case, I will respond in the next post you make to the community. And nothing else. Be truthful and objective, the objective of this meme is to help authors improve =) "
I come from my examination of Psychobiology (incredibly, there is a little much for a chance to approval) and have seen the idea of
nimphetamina in his post. I totally agree with you, so I put the meme! What do you think of what I write? Do you have rondándote idea head and do not dare tell anyone? Have you started writing a story and you have many questions? You want folks to read and be honest with you?
I can say in this post, all up and what comes to mind. Is the meme of sincerity but with fanfics and stories. The comments are filtered. "People respond to your input anonymous. Comment constructively destructive criticism is surely the worst and you do not want to receive any. If you want the person in question the answer you should comment, and ask Him, at least in my case, I will respond in the next post you make to the community. And nothing else. Be truthful and objective, the objective of this meme is to help authors improve =) "
Friday, April 17, 2009
Funny Wedding Messages In Cards
XXIX
George Kelly ignored, and he dared not to speak. Marly and George himself who communicated, but it was always he who sought it and never came out of the surface issues and simple, taking care to step over the other toes. Marly and Kelly barely looked at because Kelly was too afraid of her best childhood friend hated her, that her green eyes looked full of anger, pain or distress, and only managed to think escape such a situation.
the last day of class four out of Eagle without feeling really good (or as well as it should) to start the holidays.
Kelly had blond hair combed with a high ponytail and wore faded jeans, a simple shirt, black Converse sneakers. Was comfortable for what she used to be fixed, because it would be with Zack, who was his best friend, friend, and he did not feel the need to disguise their appearance. Put your music player seventies style red on top and put a country music album of a singer who was called Taylor Swift.
began to make cookie dough, made by pouring the powder compound on a transparent bowl and then throwing eggs, flour, sugar, butter, a glass of milk and a teaspoon of vanilla.
"It's the recipe from my mother," said Kelly, while Zack was looking for the rolling pin on top of one of the shelves. Priceless.
"Sure they are great. The truth is that I've never tried a homemade biscuits ...
- Really? She asked, surprised. My mother always makes every year without fail. No cookies and milk are not officially start Christmas.
"My father is cooking at home almost always," Zack explained. but the task is not time to get to learn things home.
"Sure, it's normal ..." Kelly threw a couple of tablespoons more sugar (because she loved the sweet) and then proceeded to knead with your bare hands, so that it became a homogeneous mass. Anyway, now you can explain how made.
When he finished, put the dough on a wooden table and told Zack that flatten with a rolling pin. His mother kept the cookie cutters, of different patterns and sizes in the second drawer under the counter. Kelly chose a tree, a snowman and a star among which were shaped like Christmas songs.
"Now you must be careful not to break," he explained, while he was placing and cutting the dough to get that would be cookies. Go burn to the oven. Zack
did, then I opened it and took the tray, which leaned on the kitchen table, next to Kelly. He watched as she was carefully placing unbaked cookies. It had become the queue at the top of the crown and nape is glimpsed. By a strange impulse, she wanted to rozársela with your fingers.
Kelly took the tray and put it in the oven, scheduled for twenty minutes. Then she put her hands on her waist.
"Well, what should we do next?
Music had remained as background noise all the time. At that time, while Zack molds cleaned under running tap, started a new song, Love Story .
Kelly screamed.
- I love this song! "Was his favorite, which he spoke about princes and princesses.
We Were Both young When I first saw you , was the first phrase of the melody. Kelly put her hand on his chest and began to emulate singing, but his lips make a sound. Zack stared at her with one eyebrow raised, drying wet hands with a kitchen towel. She was smiling and her eyes sparkled, and he liked that. Kelly was encouraging and a few seconds then proceeded to sing it for real, with the voice of the singer and her contraposition together. The funniest part was that I looked at him.
- That You Were Romeo -smiling. It was a joke, as always. And my daddy say stay away from Juliette almost shouted the last word, Juliet.
As Kelly approached the chorus went Zack and climbed onto the kitchen table with her legs spread and Ela few inches. Atrásy moved his shoulders neck back and forth.
- Romeo take me somewhere We Can Be Alone "Zack was pretty cut and was still more when she took him by the collar to bring it, running between his legs. 'll be the prince and I'll be the princess. It'sa love story, baby just say yes -Kelly sang an inch from his face. Smile not be erased at any time in its expression. Zack
dared to lay hands on his thighs, and then she got off the table and began to spin on itself. He took the roll down the road and used it as a microphone. Zack laughed and noted that it began to drop, because Kelly was silly to the more natural. Kelly raised his arm pointing toward him while dancing, talking (singing) as two lovers away from the adversities of fate. In the times when they did not sing was devoted to dance around the kitchen, leaving out all of its spontaneity.
- Dance with me, Zack! Come, dance!
Zack made the attempt, but felt extremely stupid. Kelly laughed with her bubbly, infectious laughter and he followed. Extrañae situation was unexpected, especially for someone like him, who liked to have everything under control.
- Romeo save me I've felt so alone! I'll keep waiting for you, But you never eat . He put his fist on the corazóny closed his eyes dramatically, feeling the song from within, and was so beautiful and yet so funny.
In the end, when it came to talk to Romeo, Kelly ran to Ely jumped on him, because she was well. Zack had heard that song before, after all it was fashionable, so while he caught in his arms said the sentences they played.
- Marry me, Juliette -linked Kelly's legs around his waist, his face for the first above his time. 'll Never Have To Be Alone -. Zack fingers laced with strands of her blond ponytail, because I needed to pick it up from somewhere, and in fact there had been a time when both had wanted to stamp their lips against his I like that .- love you "I love you. and that's all I really know .
Kelly did not know why, but the phrase never have to be alone came to the soul, to the depths of the heart; was like a blow that struck the absolute reality, the harshest and also the sweetest.
Zack, who pretended to sing, had caught her hair and encouraged him in the nose and lips. Zack smelled cookie dough, sugar and sour taste of lemon and Kelly thought his hands were comprised entirely. Holding it as if it weighed nothing and in the end, after the last "I'sa love story, baby just say yes", began to spin with it. Kelly laughed and mass he embraced.
- I get dizzy! I'm dizzy!
Zack laughed with her, with that laughter which characterized older child, while Kelly clutched it in his arms and hid her face in the crook of his shoulder. The player changed his song while in the oven cookies stuck to the tray, because Kelly had forgotten to put insulation between them and the hot black aluminum.
That was Kelly, clueless as her own.
was therefore not surprising that explode at any given moment, a night of many, without anything concrete to happen, as had accumulated anger, fear and pain too long. He was one who cried on the inside.
Or so they said. Or so I wanted to think. Because his father, but now I hate, down a man I admired and who had instilled the idea that the tears were weak. He had seen his mother swallowed his in his presence. He had seen many things that had remained as cysts in the heart, close to its particular black hole.
The reason I said I needed to vent, get it all to clean the wound, because it never llegaríaa forming the scar, but it was very, very difficult to come clean, open and see the vulnerability reflected in the another's eyes. Even if that person were Marly.
there was the added issue that the problem was not solved, much less. They believed it, his mother and him (mostly him). When his father left two years ago, George thought the nightmare was over and, although her mother had taken the lives over it, had done.
But then he was back, just a couple of weeks before the party that had disrupted their relationship with Marly and Kelly, putting their lives upside down two. He had knelt in front of which was still his wife and had apologized, promised him that he had changed, he was back for her.
And his mother had forgiven.
So they started a new life together, but nothing was the same George. Had finally detached from his father after he left, to survive its abandonment. That which is so admired when I was queríay small, which had disappointed him and sunk in misery to know the reality of his person, was not in any way it was for him. We had a lot of anger and frighten him to repeat the same story.
why things were the control that afternoon, the evening of the party, because George loved his mother, little of his father, and was very afraid.
What happened that night in late November at the home of George was the straw that broke the camel. His father, who had returned, he was there with both of them again as if nothing had happened, he approached his wife while she cooked and put a lock of hair behind her ear. George's mother was a brunette, as Marly, with short, wavy hair and brown eyes and tired. George was upstairs in his room, dressed for the party.
- How's dinner? Sherry
shuddered at the loving touch, because I was not at all used to, but continued to move the fuck wooden circles into the pot, as usual.
"Well. I'll make a soup. Walter
frowned as his touch was the route of the nape of her who had gone from dithering to tremble with fear, but deep down I knew he had no objective reasons for do so. It was a kind of psychological fear, because I knew (thought I knew) that Walter does not stick. I was more afraid of what they think and say what could make. Tried to control the pulse of your hand, otherwise he would notice.
"Well go fuck dinner, right? He snorted with a tone that left no room for nothing but the contempt. Do we want to starve? No wonder George is in the bones ... "he complained, deliberately exaggerating, as if deep criticized the way they have educated.
She kept moving the spoon.
-George is right, "replied, with a quiet voice and slow, as if accustomed to tame wild beasts.
Her husband passed hand in the back, above the line verterbral column.
"I ... well. "His touch is stopped at the rear of it, at the same time inclined to be at its height and gently kissed her neck. You little loving me lately. Since I came back that we do not just ...
"You must understand that it costs me ... back to normal ... after so long.
- "You're throwing in something expensive, Cherry ? "He always called her that, with that affectionate nickname, since they were dating. Cherry. Little, red and juicy, always ready to enter her mouth. Or do not I understand?
"No, I .... no. You know ... I've forgiven. But Walter, we decided that this time we would do better. Now treat me better.
He turned away from her as if she blows, raising his arms and showing him the palms. His face was surprise, irritability and irony.
"But if I have not done anything, honey. I trying to do my best.
"I know that ... uh ... you're striving. -Sherry swallowed. Never in his life had dealt him, ever, because her husband was totally bowed to his will, and now it was assumed that the relationship had "changed" still had difficulty talking and feel like him. But I do not know, for example, now, what you said about the dinner ... I do not like what I do so despise. Walter
frowned.
"Well go, yes we're whiners lately ... Okay, okay I'll shut up. But really, Cherry, sometimes you act like an idiot.
- Who are you calling an idiot? "Asked a male voice, full of anguish and hatred accumulated. Walter
turned and there he was, George, her only child, standing in the doorway. He had just arrived and had heard the last words of his father.
"This is a matter of your mother and mine boy. Besides, I when I talk with more respect you treat me, do you hear?
I do not understand why I should have you respect if you do not respect my mother. To give lessons in morality first apply the story.
Before that George had not defended his mother, or if he had had defended his voice low and questionable attitude, not knowing if what he was doing was right or whether to let parents solved their problems alone. He was a boy of fourteen, nearly fifteen years, and was among the sword and the wall, not knowing whether the relationship than their parents was normal, if the parents of other kids also underestimated and despised their mothers, because maybe that was what made the men at a certain age, pay penalties and pains with the person who had endured the queríay with them the burden of life for many years.
Now, however, knew that this was not normal, and that his father had psychologically abused his mother for a long time.
Walter turned to his wife.
- What have you done?! He shouted, replete in his fury, and she jumped at the scream. What the hell have you done to my child?! Sherry
turned toward him with arms close to the ribs and brown eyes, tired, full of a strange mist.
"Before I did not. George I admired and loved me as her father I am. But now ... it's like I hated, "said his father, looking at her. What did you say, eh? I've eaten the jar to hate me, right? I've spent telling lies about me and put it in your hand, RIGHT?
He took her wrist and Sherry screamed. It was an instinctive reaction to a situation in which he saw threatening their integrity as a person, with the goal of survival, the body becomes tense, ready to defend themselves or flee.
- Do not even hit! George shouted, clenching his fists so hard that he hurt.
Walter, realizing how hard he was pressing his wrist, he let go and turned his body toward George.
- I've never put a hand on your mother! "Vehemently defended.
George looked at him with black eyes, unfathomable.
"Never has been required.
And his phrase silence followed.
His mother sniffed, looked at his son for a moment, as an apology, and then took the spoon and returned to his task of mulling over noodles soup to avoid sticking. Walter was suddenly embarrassed by the situation that had arrived and was surprised at his own feelings. At last, after all, was human.
"What I feel towards you has absolutely nothing to do with my mother. You left me. Do you think that enough reason to harbor feelings of anger and hatred towards you? Or does it also would require that I'd stuck or that you had gotten into my bed as a child?
-Nonsense, George.
"Me I have not yet apologized. I do not have said 'sorry', you know?
"Well ..." His father hesitated, blinking several times and feeling terribly uncomfortable. Well sorry, George, son.
George noted that clouded his sight, they would swallowing tears.
"I do not forgive you, daddy. Never forgive.
He turned and started walking down the aisle. He was already dressed in shirt, suit jacket and jeans. His father left behind Ely began shouting things at other times, more calm, there would not have the heart to tell him. George only thought of escaping from that situation that was killing him inside. When you walked outside and slammed the door, trying to extinguish the cries wounding of his father, still had the voice of his father stuck deep into his head.
thought I needed to forget more than anything in the world. He thought of the simple things easy and not hurt. He thought of a blond hair and Kelly.
thought but not for long, because George was acting rather than thinking.
dwarf even make it tiny, once you get there, step on it.
George had fallen all over that night, without that nothing special had happened, timely or concrete. Holding that had so long had finally burst. He was in his room, sitting on the edge, when he realized he would not be able to sleep because a sense of sadness frustracióny squeezed his chest as he was stopping breathing.
And so, amid a near anxiety attack, had opened the front door and out into the street, a cold Christmas night. He had run up to the road was in front of the house of Marly.
And there was ten, fifteen to thirty minutes. Not at the bottom sabíay not interested. Peering the front of the house which had been his best friend, but he dared not even on the path to the door. Being close had eased a little, and he could breathe out of the suffocating walls of your house, yet their problems did not stop Tortula.
lowered his head and felt the hot tears ran down his cheeks. He covered his eyes with one hand and, immersed in its own unique pain, He realized he needed to say many things, but only managed to say one.
-Marly ...
Help me. Save me. Do not let this black hole swallows me .
And the word was swallowed by the cold air, in that dark night in December.
Fandom: Original .
Characters: Kelly, Marly, Zack, George.
Topic: # 29 - Scream.
Words: 3. 622. Notes
author: There are several things I mean. First, I feel the wait, really, been a long time where I felt guilty and missed them. I've been through a long period insecurity, in fact right now I'm hysterical because I do not know the answer to be this cartoon, in every way, if you have forgotten or what, but I would ask that, if read , is, me ye should say something, it would be important to me. The second, that these are the characters I most want (or more) because that ... I reread the previous bullet and I was typing as before, when I thought I could not, if they are grateful the fucked. The third, which I think George is the most like me, who better understand, and I want that.
is "about" the outcome of the story, and I put it in quotes because I still have ideas and this is going to stretch a little (lot) more, as I almost finished the table (I have one bullet "Eternity", I'll leave for the final) I will take words from other boards, pages that give proper credit.
prevails in this vignette, for the part of Kelly and Zack, this song: Taylor Swift - Love Story . With
pepperbee by the images, and lialy provided for correcting me encouragement.
Without
George Kelly ignored, and he dared not to speak. Marly and George himself who communicated, but it was always he who sought it and never came out of the surface issues and simple, taking care to step over the other toes. Marly and Kelly barely looked at because Kelly was too afraid of her best childhood friend hated her, that her green eyes looked full of anger, pain or distress, and only managed to think escape such a situation.
the last day of class four out of Eagle without feeling really good (or as well as it should) to start the holidays.
* * *
Zack Kelly had invited home for Christmas treats. The boy had spent so much time there since they were friends who already knew the rooms and decor of memory, but still always surprised how big it was the home of Kelly and everything looked so luxurious. His father was a surgeon of considerable repute, and that Kelly was accustomed to living well. His mother was busy decorating the house so that it seemed a real home, warm and comfortable, a place where his family wanted to return at the end of the day.
Kelly had blond hair combed with a high ponytail and wore faded jeans, a simple shirt, black Converse sneakers. Was comfortable for what she used to be fixed, because it would be with Zack, who was his best friend, friend, and he did not feel the need to disguise their appearance. Put your music player seventies style red on top and put a country music album of a singer who was called Taylor Swift.
began to make cookie dough, made by pouring the powder compound on a transparent bowl and then throwing eggs, flour, sugar, butter, a glass of milk and a teaspoon of vanilla.
"It's the recipe from my mother," said Kelly, while Zack was looking for the rolling pin on top of one of the shelves. Priceless.
"Sure they are great. The truth is that I've never tried a homemade biscuits ...
- Really? She asked, surprised. My mother always makes every year without fail. No cookies and milk are not officially start Christmas.
"My father is cooking at home almost always," Zack explained. but the task is not time to get to learn things home.
"Sure, it's normal ..." Kelly threw a couple of tablespoons more sugar (because she loved the sweet) and then proceeded to knead with your bare hands, so that it became a homogeneous mass. Anyway, now you can explain how made.
When he finished, put the dough on a wooden table and told Zack that flatten with a rolling pin. His mother kept the cookie cutters, of different patterns and sizes in the second drawer under the counter. Kelly chose a tree, a snowman and a star among which were shaped like Christmas songs.
"Now you must be careful not to break," he explained, while he was placing and cutting the dough to get that would be cookies. Go burn to the oven. Zack
did, then I opened it and took the tray, which leaned on the kitchen table, next to Kelly. He watched as she was carefully placing unbaked cookies. It had become the queue at the top of the crown and nape is glimpsed. By a strange impulse, she wanted to rozársela with your fingers.
Kelly took the tray and put it in the oven, scheduled for twenty minutes. Then she put her hands on her waist.
"Well, what should we do next?
Music had remained as background noise all the time. At that time, while Zack molds cleaned under running tap, started a new song, Love Story .
Kelly screamed.
- I love this song! "Was his favorite, which he spoke about princes and princesses.
We Were Both young When I first saw you , was the first phrase of the melody. Kelly put her hand on his chest and began to emulate singing, but his lips make a sound. Zack stared at her with one eyebrow raised, drying wet hands with a kitchen towel. She was smiling and her eyes sparkled, and he liked that. Kelly was encouraging and a few seconds then proceeded to sing it for real, with the voice of the singer and her contraposition together. The funniest part was that I looked at him.
- That You Were Romeo -smiling. It was a joke, as always. And my daddy say stay away from Juliette almost shouted the last word, Juliet.
As Kelly approached the chorus went Zack and climbed onto the kitchen table with her legs spread and Ela few inches. Atrásy moved his shoulders neck back and forth.
- Romeo take me somewhere We Can Be Alone "Zack was pretty cut and was still more when she took him by the collar to bring it, running between his legs. 'll be the prince and I'll be the princess. It'sa love story, baby just say yes -Kelly sang an inch from his face. Smile not be erased at any time in its expression. Zack
dared to lay hands on his thighs, and then she got off the table and began to spin on itself. He took the roll down the road and used it as a microphone. Zack laughed and noted that it began to drop, because Kelly was silly to the more natural. Kelly raised his arm pointing toward him while dancing, talking (singing) as two lovers away from the adversities of fate. In the times when they did not sing was devoted to dance around the kitchen, leaving out all of its spontaneity.
- Dance with me, Zack! Come, dance!
Zack made the attempt, but felt extremely stupid. Kelly laughed with her bubbly, infectious laughter and he followed. Extrañae situation was unexpected, especially for someone like him, who liked to have everything under control.
- Romeo save me I've felt so alone! I'll keep waiting for you, But you never eat . He put his fist on the corazóny closed his eyes dramatically, feeling the song from within, and was so beautiful and yet so funny.
In the end, when it came to talk to Romeo, Kelly ran to Ely jumped on him, because she was well. Zack had heard that song before, after all it was fashionable, so while he caught in his arms said the sentences they played.
- Marry me, Juliette -linked Kelly's legs around his waist, his face for the first above his time. 'll Never Have To Be Alone -. Zack fingers laced with strands of her blond ponytail, because I needed to pick it up from somewhere, and in fact there had been a time when both had wanted to stamp their lips against his I like that .- love you "I love you. and that's all I really know .
Kelly did not know why, but the phrase never have to be alone came to the soul, to the depths of the heart; was like a blow that struck the absolute reality, the harshest and also the sweetest.
Zack, who pretended to sing, had caught her hair and encouraged him in the nose and lips. Zack smelled cookie dough, sugar and sour taste of lemon and Kelly thought his hands were comprised entirely. Holding it as if it weighed nothing and in the end, after the last "I'sa love story, baby just say yes", began to spin with it. Kelly laughed and mass he embraced.
- I get dizzy! I'm dizzy!
Zack laughed with her, with that laughter which characterized older child, while Kelly clutched it in his arms and hid her face in the crook of his shoulder. The player changed his song while in the oven cookies stuck to the tray, because Kelly had forgotten to put insulation between them and the hot black aluminum.
That was Kelly, clueless as her own.
* * *
George had a black hole in the chest near the heart, which were all the bad things that had been occurring in the past. Swallow it all and had nothing, everything was within him and was eating away inside.
was therefore not surprising that explode at any given moment, a night of many, without anything concrete to happen, as had accumulated anger, fear and pain too long. He was one who cried on the inside.
Or so they said. Or so I wanted to think. Because his father, but now I hate, down a man I admired and who had instilled the idea that the tears were weak. He had seen his mother swallowed his in his presence. He had seen many things that had remained as cysts in the heart, close to its particular black hole.
The reason I said I needed to vent, get it all to clean the wound, because it never llegaríaa forming the scar, but it was very, very difficult to come clean, open and see the vulnerability reflected in the another's eyes. Even if that person were Marly.
there was the added issue that the problem was not solved, much less. They believed it, his mother and him (mostly him). When his father left two years ago, George thought the nightmare was over and, although her mother had taken the lives over it, had done.
But then he was back, just a couple of weeks before the party that had disrupted their relationship with Marly and Kelly, putting their lives upside down two. He had knelt in front of which was still his wife and had apologized, promised him that he had changed, he was back for her.
And his mother had forgiven.
So they started a new life together, but nothing was the same George. Had finally detached from his father after he left, to survive its abandonment. That which is so admired when I was queríay small, which had disappointed him and sunk in misery to know the reality of his person, was not in any way it was for him. We had a lot of anger and frighten him to repeat the same story.
why things were the control that afternoon, the evening of the party, because George loved his mother, little of his father, and was very afraid.
* *
What happened that night in late November at the home of George was the straw that broke the camel. His father, who had returned, he was there with both of them again as if nothing had happened, he approached his wife while she cooked and put a lock of hair behind her ear. George's mother was a brunette, as Marly, with short, wavy hair and brown eyes and tired. George was upstairs in his room, dressed for the party.
- How's dinner? Sherry
shuddered at the loving touch, because I was not at all used to, but continued to move the fuck wooden circles into the pot, as usual.
"Well. I'll make a soup. Walter
frowned as his touch was the route of the nape of her who had gone from dithering to tremble with fear, but deep down I knew he had no objective reasons for do so. It was a kind of psychological fear, because I knew (thought I knew) that Walter does not stick. I was more afraid of what they think and say what could make. Tried to control the pulse of your hand, otherwise he would notice.
"Well go fuck dinner, right? He snorted with a tone that left no room for nothing but the contempt. Do we want to starve? No wonder George is in the bones ... "he complained, deliberately exaggerating, as if deep criticized the way they have educated.
She kept moving the spoon.
-George is right, "replied, with a quiet voice and slow, as if accustomed to tame wild beasts.
Her husband passed hand in the back, above the line verterbral column.
"I ... well. "His touch is stopped at the rear of it, at the same time inclined to be at its height and gently kissed her neck. You little loving me lately. Since I came back that we do not just ...
"You must understand that it costs me ... back to normal ... after so long.
- "You're throwing in something expensive, Cherry ? "He always called her that, with that affectionate nickname, since they were dating. Cherry. Little, red and juicy, always ready to enter her mouth. Or do not I understand?
"No, I .... no. You know ... I've forgiven. But Walter, we decided that this time we would do better. Now treat me better.
He turned away from her as if she blows, raising his arms and showing him the palms. His face was surprise, irritability and irony.
"But if I have not done anything, honey. I trying to do my best.
"I know that ... uh ... you're striving. -Sherry swallowed. Never in his life had dealt him, ever, because her husband was totally bowed to his will, and now it was assumed that the relationship had "changed" still had difficulty talking and feel like him. But I do not know, for example, now, what you said about the dinner ... I do not like what I do so despise. Walter
frowned.
"Well go, yes we're whiners lately ... Okay, okay I'll shut up. But really, Cherry, sometimes you act like an idiot.
- Who are you calling an idiot? "Asked a male voice, full of anguish and hatred accumulated. Walter
turned and there he was, George, her only child, standing in the doorway. He had just arrived and had heard the last words of his father.
"This is a matter of your mother and mine boy. Besides, I when I talk with more respect you treat me, do you hear?
I do not understand why I should have you respect if you do not respect my mother. To give lessons in morality first apply the story.
Before that George had not defended his mother, or if he had had defended his voice low and questionable attitude, not knowing if what he was doing was right or whether to let parents solved their problems alone. He was a boy of fourteen, nearly fifteen years, and was among the sword and the wall, not knowing whether the relationship than their parents was normal, if the parents of other kids also underestimated and despised their mothers, because maybe that was what made the men at a certain age, pay penalties and pains with the person who had endured the queríay with them the burden of life for many years.
Now, however, knew that this was not normal, and that his father had psychologically abused his mother for a long time.
Walter turned to his wife.
- What have you done?! He shouted, replete in his fury, and she jumped at the scream. What the hell have you done to my child?! Sherry
turned toward him with arms close to the ribs and brown eyes, tired, full of a strange mist.
"Before I did not. George I admired and loved me as her father I am. But now ... it's like I hated, "said his father, looking at her. What did you say, eh? I've eaten the jar to hate me, right? I've spent telling lies about me and put it in your hand, RIGHT?
He took her wrist and Sherry screamed. It was an instinctive reaction to a situation in which he saw threatening their integrity as a person, with the goal of survival, the body becomes tense, ready to defend themselves or flee.
- Do not even hit! George shouted, clenching his fists so hard that he hurt.
Walter, realizing how hard he was pressing his wrist, he let go and turned his body toward George.
- I've never put a hand on your mother! "Vehemently defended.
George looked at him with black eyes, unfathomable.
"Never has been required.
And his phrase silence followed.
His mother sniffed, looked at his son for a moment, as an apology, and then took the spoon and returned to his task of mulling over noodles soup to avoid sticking. Walter was suddenly embarrassed by the situation that had arrived and was surprised at his own feelings. At last, after all, was human.
"What I feel towards you has absolutely nothing to do with my mother. You left me. Do you think that enough reason to harbor feelings of anger and hatred towards you? Or does it also would require that I'd stuck or that you had gotten into my bed as a child?
-Nonsense, George.
"Me I have not yet apologized. I do not have said 'sorry', you know?
"Well ..." His father hesitated, blinking several times and feeling terribly uncomfortable. Well sorry, George, son.
George noted that clouded his sight, they would swallowing tears.
"I do not forgive you, daddy. Never forgive.
He turned and started walking down the aisle. He was already dressed in shirt, suit jacket and jeans. His father left behind Ely began shouting things at other times, more calm, there would not have the heart to tell him. George only thought of escaping from that situation that was killing him inside. When you walked outside and slammed the door, trying to extinguish the cries wounding of his father, still had the voice of his father stuck deep into his head.
thought I needed to forget more than anything in the world. He thought of the simple things easy and not hurt. He thought of a blond hair and Kelly.
thought but not for long, because George was acting rather than thinking.
* *
had passed more than a month after that, a month of silence from his father to him, a month in which his father had returned to its usual behavior, mistreating his mother.
dwarf even make it tiny, once you get there, step on it.
George had fallen all over that night, without that nothing special had happened, timely or concrete. Holding that had so long had finally burst. He was in his room, sitting on the edge, when he realized he would not be able to sleep because a sense of sadness frustracióny squeezed his chest as he was stopping breathing.
And so, amid a near anxiety attack, had opened the front door and out into the street, a cold Christmas night. He had run up to the road was in front of the house of Marly.
And there was ten, fifteen to thirty minutes. Not at the bottom sabíay not interested. Peering the front of the house which had been his best friend, but he dared not even on the path to the door. Being close had eased a little, and he could breathe out of the suffocating walls of your house, yet their problems did not stop Tortula.
lowered his head and felt the hot tears ran down his cheeks. He covered his eyes with one hand and, immersed in its own unique pain, He realized he needed to say many things, but only managed to say one.
-Marly ...
Help me. Save me. Do not let this black hole swallows me .
And the word was swallowed by the cold air, in that dark night in December.
Friday, April 10, 2009
How Much Does It Cost To Build A Squash Court
Yesterday
thaly_black and I were thinking what are the abandoned original stories in the LJ. The vast majority of people only read fanfics and original ... therefore only the authors with more "reputation", apart from that people get very lazy comment. So to try to lift the originals, we have a community
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pecadoriginal , courtesy of Thaly name, which has very good ideas ♥. This would be the sister community of utena_89 , wat3rmark , because after all we write original all have the same purpose; D rates will
stories, all very well organized, with summaries and characters so ... There is no excuse for not reading the original! You can upload all the original stories you have, the new, the already begun and finished, everything! Cheer up: DD
Sunday, April 5, 2009
Submit Paper Cover Letter Example
original sin Book Day - Amigo invisible - Sant Jordi
I have existential doubts about what to get my invisible friend, but here I put what I'd like to give away to me. I do it quickly now that I am not sure, so maybe then I'll edit things happen entry.
The truth is that I love reading, but lately I find nothing that I really like. On the right is the list of the books I've read this year , and the tag lists are which I read last year . I love the juvenile literature, in fact I would like to erase from my mind the four books of Summer Cowboys to read them again, because I find nothing that excites me as much as them. Nothing Stephenie Meyer, please. I do not like the typical authors that everyone reads, pisses me off real good books that have lost in the immensity of the world and that people only read those with the best advertising, those who get in their faces. I really liked
The Ages of Lulu, of Almudena Grandes. It is the only book of erotica have read and I loved it, but I do get a lot of shame and buy another of the same genus, here is that we are a small town ; ay not plan to enter a libreríay say "I recommended erotica? ". I also loved the style of Almudena Grandes and I loved the love story.
I really like love stories, but I'm not much of romance. If you know some of you think romance is chicha, or entertaining, or who are fairly well ... I probably like it, but the typical romance books make me want to kill the author in the end, those that end with the final typical cloying, with children running around and all smiling, ecs . That does not say that I do not like happy endings, which I love, but who have their point, man. Which brings me to the Chick-Lit , which gets interesting stories with stories of love and humor. I really fell in love with the book "Can I borrow it?" by Emily Giffin (I also read the sequel, and I think she has not written anything more), I'd love ; to find another like it, oh Dexter, OH, because it has the right to happiness vs content. drama, not cloying and is a love so so pritty. I also love Marian Keyes Miss , of which I have / have read For the hair, Rachel goes on a trip, Claire is left alone and under the duvet. I liked Brigdet Jones's Diary , and amused myself with Nanny Diaries, but I was disappointed that (in my opinion) the film was better than the book.
If you have in mind a sad book, or a sad ending, so I agree, but that is good. To me the good books left me traumatized, and end well or badly. I left in a catatonic state or something like that when finished, as I did with Three meters above the sky (I have an existential dilemma regarding the continuation buy no) or with jeans for Summer . And I love that state of "I'm traumatized, oh my god what piece of book I just read", I also happened to be Rachel travel, because I read it at the right time and I know not long ago that I passed the last books I've read or have left me half or just have fun.
oiler I'm in a crisis (XDDD) which translates to a escritoril crisis. And that, if you have a book that you really liked it, or a sex book or a book of love, or a book of humor, or a chick-lit book, or a teenagers' book not talk nonsense, or a book that has nothing to do with any of this but you liked / left traumatized / or love me. To me I was content with little, but not enough, the gifts are love, and any book I give away the finish.
PS: Dear Santa, can you comment on this post anonymously with any questions or suggestions. I have
I have existential doubts about what to get my invisible friend, but here I put what I'd like to give away to me. I do it quickly now that I am not sure, so maybe then I'll edit things happen entry.
The truth is that I love reading, but lately I find nothing that I really like. On the right is the list of the books I've read this year , and the tag lists are which I read last year . I love the juvenile literature, in fact I would like to erase from my mind the four books of Summer Cowboys to read them again, because I find nothing that excites me as much as them. Nothing Stephenie Meyer, please. I do not like the typical authors that everyone reads, pisses me off real good books that have lost in the immensity of the world and that people only read those with the best advertising, those who get in their faces. I really liked
The Ages of Lulu, of Almudena Grandes. It is the only book of erotica have read and I loved it, but I do get a lot of shame and buy another of the same genus, here is that we are a small town ; ay not plan to enter a libreríay say "I recommended erotica? ". I also loved the style of Almudena Grandes and I loved the love story.
I really like love stories, but I'm not much of romance. If you know some of you think romance is chicha, or entertaining, or who are fairly well ... I probably like it, but the typical romance books make me want to kill the author in the end, those that end with the final typical cloying, with children running around and all smiling, ecs . That does not say that I do not like happy endings, which I love, but who have their point, man. Which brings me to the Chick-Lit , which gets interesting stories with stories of love and humor. I really fell in love with the book "Can I borrow it?" by Emily Giffin (I also read the sequel, and I think she has not written anything more), I'd love ; to find another like it, oh Dexter, OH, because it has the right to happiness vs content. drama, not cloying and is a love so so pritty. I also love Marian Keyes Miss , of which I have / have read For the hair, Rachel goes on a trip, Claire is left alone and under the duvet. I liked Brigdet Jones's Diary , and amused myself with Nanny Diaries, but I was disappointed that (in my opinion) the film was better than the book.
If you have in mind a sad book, or a sad ending, so I agree, but that is good. To me the good books left me traumatized, and end well or badly. I left in a catatonic state or something like that when finished, as I did with Three meters above the sky (I have an existential dilemma regarding the continuation buy no) or with jeans for Summer . And I love that state of "I'm traumatized, oh my god what piece of book I just read", I also happened to be Rachel travel, because I read it at the right time and I know not long ago that I passed the last books I've read or have left me half or just have fun.
oiler I'm in a crisis (XDDD) which translates to a escritoril crisis. And that, if you have a book that you really liked it, or a sex book or a book of love, or a book of humor, or a chick-lit book, or a teenagers' book not talk nonsense, or a book that has nothing to do with any of this but you liked / left traumatized / or love me. To me I was content with little, but not enough, the gifts are love, and any book I give away the finish.
PS: Dear Santa, can you comment on this post anonymously with any questions or suggestions. I have
Monday, March 30, 2009
Old Berlinwood Fingerboards
layout again and I'm very happy with it because it is very colorful, with the spring, but do not know why you eat the part of the icons ... Does anyone could help me with that? I can tell you the specific page where I copied the CSS code. I've tried everything ... (I know), and how picky I am, I am overwhelmed that the icons look good. Oh please God, save me! I am very doubtful
with Congress, I saw the topics covered and I do not really crave much most of them ... others do. Is to take Thursday and Friday without classes would magnificent and no, I do not think that would be at home sleeping, because it would be the library. I Practices accumulate is overwhelming. And with the Bologna want to extend the hours of practice! Luckily I did not touch (I think) ...
Today I go to the dentist , the great enemy of man, which I have been avoiding long because I lost the mold of the teeth and I have moved a pinch (I was wearing the device). Not noticeable to the naked eye, but ... I probably will say something (fear, fear). And I will make another mold. With all that dough disgusting. Eqs. Luckily when I can finish my house again to call on the phone to sign up for the EOI and make an appointment in optics. I run or be late.
Oh, what a life.
Saturday, March 28, 2009
Blog Gorean Lifestyle
Cositas Hi hi hi.
i. I joined the invisible friend books. I have to make a post saying that I like books and such, and the truth is that in these cases is a bitch have on LJ friends-only, because surely the person to whom I have played I have friends in and can not read me, but I'm a little paranoid because I put all my private life here. I think it could add to all the people involved. If you want my invisible friend to comment here with whatever.
ii. I have to enroll in the EOI for the next year before the end of March. And I had forgotten. And I remembered yesterday. Ouch.
iii. In the end I'm not going to go to New York. My friend and her friends will. Which part of me takes a weight off because it looked very far and very large. I like the idea of going somewhere in England, Ireland or Scotland. The downside is that it will continuously raining and my hair turns ugly with humidity, but good. Guess I'll go three weeks:)
iv. Yesterday afternoon we spent a lot of fun. Cristina went to the floor to do a job and did everything but work. It was great. Today I think I'll go to a concert with Aleida but I'm not sure. V.
I am slowly overcoming what Angel. It hurts, sure, but at the same time I like to have problems. And you will think: she's crazy. But having significant problems trying to find a solucióny learn. You have to take risks and suffer to learn in this life, unfortunately.
vi. Next week I have no class for Thursday, ho ho ho, because there is a Congress of Psychology. I think I will go to Congress because it looks good, although I apetecería more rest ... but as my mother tells me, and will rest when I die, to be enjoyed, oh, what life is.
vii. On May 19th birthday. What horror. I feel old. My life is changing a lot and think that's why I have nightmares at night, but nothing serious.
viii. I am optimistic and it's raining. The Anxiety and Stress course was great. I went with my mother, Aleida and another girl we met there. I was really having a crisis with studying psychology, but go to the course gave me wings to follow. Paranoia was not to be studying something that I may have to write, and that the profession I would not like it, but I think it's the race, my career, I have to do in this life, at least the first (second I would like to Theory of Literature). Apart from that I like the profession (I called the PIR, because the rapporteur worked in a hospital in Malaga and knew a lot) will serve me well for my life, I know, and learn a lot too.
ix. I recommend anyone sleeves, or original stories that swarm around and who has not tasted?
x. That's all, folks.
i. I joined the invisible friend books. I have to make a post saying that I like books and such, and the truth is that in these cases is a bitch have on LJ friends-only, because surely the person to whom I have played I have friends in and can not read me, but I'm a little paranoid because I put all my private life here. I think it could add to all the people involved. If you want my invisible friend to comment here with whatever.
ii. I have to enroll in the EOI for the next year before the end of March. And I had forgotten. And I remembered yesterday. Ouch.
iii. In the end I'm not going to go to New York. My friend and her friends will. Which part of me takes a weight off because it looked very far and very large. I like the idea of going somewhere in England, Ireland or Scotland. The downside is that it will continuously raining and my hair turns ugly with humidity, but good. Guess I'll go three weeks:)
iv. Yesterday afternoon we spent a lot of fun. Cristina went to the floor to do a job and did everything but work. It was great. Today I think I'll go to a concert with Aleida but I'm not sure. V.
I am slowly overcoming what Angel. It hurts, sure, but at the same time I like to have problems. And you will think: she's crazy. But having significant problems trying to find a solucióny learn. You have to take risks and suffer to learn in this life, unfortunately.
vi. Next week I have no class for Thursday, ho ho ho, because there is a Congress of Psychology. I think I will go to Congress because it looks good, although I apetecería more rest ... but as my mother tells me, and will rest when I die, to be enjoyed, oh, what life is.
vii. On May 19th birthday. What horror. I feel old. My life is changing a lot and think that's why I have nightmares at night, but nothing serious.
viii. I am optimistic and it's raining. The Anxiety and Stress course was great. I went with my mother, Aleida and another girl we met there. I was really having a crisis with studying psychology, but go to the course gave me wings to follow. Paranoia was not to be studying something that I may have to write, and that the profession I would not like it, but I think it's the race, my career, I have to do in this life, at least the first (second I would like to Theory of Literature). Apart from that I like the profession (I called the PIR, because the rapporteur worked in a hospital in Malaga and knew a lot) will serve me well for my life, I know, and learn a lot too.
ix. I recommend anyone sleeves, or original stories that swarm around and who has not tasted?
x. That's all, folks.
Wednesday, March 11, 2009
Caliculate For Diminishing Rate Of Interest
kitty_partner @ 2009-03-11T21: 01:00
Happy Birthday , C !
You are a really, really , special person, and you know it.
Happy Birthday , C !
You are a really, really , special person, and you know it.
Friday, February 27, 2009
Funny Nicknames For Angus
Cumpleaaaañooos feeeliiiiiz!
Happy Birthday , Thaly , OH GREAT CREATOR OF PAUL AND RUBEN ! We'll love you forever for it!
know, and if not You know I tell you, I love your originals. The originals are missing and you write them, and I admire and I like you for it. But also in other areas you know and love as well. I think you are a person with clear ideas and the head on her shoulders and much to give to the world.
you be very, very happy in your day. Happiness is not overrated. And I owe you a story dedicated: D A big hug!
Happy Birthday , Thaly , OH GREAT CREATOR OF PAUL AND RUBEN ! We'll love you forever for it!
know, and if not You know I tell you, I love your originals. The originals are missing and you write them, and I admire and I like you for it. But also in other areas you know and love as well. I think you are a person with clear ideas and the head on her shoulders and much to give to the world.
you be very, very happy in your day. Happiness is not overrated. And I owe you a story dedicated: D A big hug!
Friday, January 2, 2009
Do You Do Biopsy's On Ovarian Cysts?
TV shows, Books, Movies on 2009
TV SHOWS
01. How I Met Your Mother. Season 1. ♥
02. Veronica Mars. Season 2. ♥
03. The Tudors. Season 2. ♥
04. Women of Manhattan. Season 2. ♥
05. True Blood. Season 1. (2 nd time)
06. Desperate Housewives. Season 4. ♥
07. Veronica Mars. Season 3.
08. Pride and Prejudice, the BBC. ♥
09. How I Met Your Mother. Season 2.
10. Desperate Housewives. Season 5.
11. Grey's Anatomy. Season 6.
12. Life. Season 2. BOOKS
01. Dead Until Dark, Charlaine Harris. (completed)
02. Versailles , Kathryn Davis.
03. Under the quilt , Marian Keyes.
04. How really kisses, Holly-Jane Rahlens. (completed)
05. Sexually , Nuria Roca. (completed)
06. Claire is left alone , Marian Keyes.
07. Emma, Jane Austen.
08. When the trees speak (Speak), Laurie Halse Anderson. ♥ (completed)
MOVIES
JANUARY 01. Nurse Betty.
02. Shrek the Third. *
03. The Spirit.
04. Criss-crossed: A story of forgiveness.
05. Hairspray. ♥
06. My Super Ex-Girlfriend.
07. Until Wed.
08. House of Haunted Hill.
09. Shallow Hal.
* 10. Eastern Promises. ♥ (a very good movie, hard to find)
11. Black Snake Moan. (Christina Ricci, to me, is really cute )
FEBRUARY 12. A History of Violence. ♥
13. An Unexpected Journey.
14. The Other Boleyn Girl. (Or "How history passed by lining")
15. Writers. (André = ♥ )
16. Chaotic Ana
17. The hangman game.
18. Push.
MARCH 19. Wuthering Heights (1992) ♥
20. Slumdog Millionaire.
21. Clueless.
22. I have you alone. ( À la folie ... pas du tout )
23. Definitely, Maybe.
24. Hancock.
25. Penelope.
26. The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants 2.
27. Almost 300.
28. The Lives of Others.
29. Take my eyes Social class view.
30. Confessions of a Shopaholic (Shopaholic).
31. Idyll fatal.
32. Romeo + Juliet. (Ugly, ugly)
33. Forgetting.
* 34. This body is not mine. (You laugh)
* = already seen another year. Yesterday I saw
TV SHOWS
01. How I Met Your Mother. Season 1. ♥
02. Veronica Mars. Season 2. ♥
03. The Tudors. Season 2. ♥
04. Women of Manhattan. Season 2. ♥
05. True Blood. Season 1. (2 nd time)
06. Desperate Housewives. Season 4. ♥
07. Veronica Mars. Season 3.
08. Pride and Prejudice, the BBC. ♥
09. How I Met Your Mother. Season 2.
10. Desperate Housewives. Season 5.
11. Grey's Anatomy. Season 6.
12. Life. Season 2. BOOKS
01. Dead Until Dark, Charlaine Harris. (completed)
02. Versailles , Kathryn Davis.
03. Under the quilt , Marian Keyes.
04. How really kisses, Holly-Jane Rahlens. (completed)
05. Sexually , Nuria Roca. (completed)
06. Claire is left alone , Marian Keyes.
07. Emma, Jane Austen.
08. When the trees speak (Speak), Laurie Halse Anderson. ♥ (completed)
MOVIES
JANUARY 01. Nurse Betty.
02. Shrek the Third. *
03. The Spirit.
04. Criss-crossed: A story of forgiveness.
05. Hairspray. ♥
06. My Super Ex-Girlfriend.
07. Until Wed.
08. House of Haunted Hill.
09. Shallow Hal.
* 10. Eastern Promises. ♥ (a very good movie, hard to find)
11. Black Snake Moan. (Christina Ricci, to me, is really cute )
FEBRUARY 12. A History of Violence. ♥
13. An Unexpected Journey.
14. The Other Boleyn Girl. (Or "How history passed by lining")
15. Writers. (André = ♥ )
16. Chaotic Ana
17. The hangman game.
18. Push.
MARCH 19. Wuthering Heights (1992) ♥
20. Slumdog Millionaire.
21. Clueless.
22. I have you alone. ( À la folie ... pas du tout )
23. Definitely, Maybe.
24. Hancock.
25. Penelope.
26. The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants 2.
27. Almost 300.
28. The Lives of Others.
29. Take my eyes Social class view.
30. Confessions of a Shopaholic (Shopaholic).
31. Idyll fatal.
32. Romeo + Juliet. (Ugly, ugly)
33. Forgetting.
* 34. This body is not mine. (You laugh)
* = already seen another year. Yesterday I saw
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