It is necessary to write, if the days are not to slip emptily by

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Luciano. And we'd just hang out and probably watch a game and then go some place nice to eat for lunch AND dinner (I like eating, ok) and then he'd be embarassingly talkative, being charming and sort of half flirting with everyone and I'd facepalm a lot because I tend to go 8I at people who randomly start conversations with waiters and waitress because dude, they're trying to work, just order already and stop making jokes, and then I'd be forced to admit that said waiters and waitresses are laughing for real, not just to be nice, so this means I'm the idiot here - been there, done that, way too many times - and we'd talk a lot and it would be awesome and amazing and, for the next few days, no one would be able to put up with me because my patriotism level would be going through the roof.



(that said, hello everyone, I'm back. I'm also at work right now, so it doesn't really count, but still. Also, I'm VERY SLEEPY)

12 FRICKING DEGREES

WHAT IN THE FUCK estou morrendo congelada e meus dedos viraram pedra 8I

So, I decided to stop writing.

First, because this thing is eating my life since I was, like, twelve (if you don't count the little story about a talking parrot* that I wrote when I was eight, and you shouldn't count it because I plagiarized from Chico Bento**) and enough is enough. I gave it - the writing, not the parrot, or Chico - the best years of my life and for what? It never got me no money*** and I think it might have made me fat****.


And second, because it cockblocks me from pursuing my true calling. So from now on, folks, I'M AN ARTIST.

(mind you, I always thought of writing as art, but you know what I mean)

... I feel a lot better now that I got it off my chest.


( samples of my work )

Ceninha na reunião do grupo da facu essa semana:

Claquete, cena 1, colega de Minas Gerais sorri docemente e fala docemente com um sotaque MUITO DOCE:

-Mineiros adoram o Espírito Santo...

Colega de ES sorri de uma forma não tão doce e responde incisivamente num sotaque tipo carioca-lite:

-Sei, vocês sempre dizem que ES é o quintal de vocês. Na verdade, é o PARAÍSO DE VOCÊS.


/corta

... sei lá, senti um clima.




~*~

(e tecnicamente eu não preciso ir mais nessas coisas, mas estou mantendo um contato até decidir o que quero fazer da minha vida. sei lá, se eu quiser tentar o doutorado, é bom manter minha rede de relações, certo? minha orientadora já gosta tanto de mim, seria muita pena desperdiçar nossa linda amizade)

SABE DO QUE EU NÃO GOSTO?

DE FUTEBOL

E DO SUB-20

COISINHA NOJENTA. VOU JOGAR FREE-CELL QUE É BEM MAIS LEGAL

8|




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( mais a respeito ) 

You know these books that are sort of maybe a little popular now that takes some classic book and then adds supernatural stuff, like, idk, Jane Eyre and Vampires or whatever?

Turns out Luciland can haz o//

I find this very exciting. So exciting that I bought Senhora, the Witch and the Alienista with Zombies. Senhora is my favorite on my Brazilian Classic list, and probably one of the top ten on my Overall List, so yeah. Now with more witches and spells and ghosts. BE JEALOUS.

And I kinda hate the Alienista. Or would, if I had managed to finish that thing. But I'm pretty sure zombies will spice things up, and anyway this one is for my brother, so there. I also bought stuff for mom (I was planning to get her something by Nicholas Sparks, but the guy refuses to write a book with a happy ending, so whatevs) and my baby sister, so Christmas shopping is almost done o/


That said, we have, like, 8 fills posted so far on the secreto santa. Should I be worried?


(e no dos estados, tem mais gente q precisa escolher logo o que vai fazer. Esse tem mais tempo, mas não tanto assim, então... vamulá, gente)

Meu


Esse calor está acabando com a minha vontade de viver. E fora isso estou muito entediada, também. Minha cabeça se tornou um lugar chato e parado D:

Enfim.

... até esse negocinho azul ai do humor me entedia. QUE CALOR É ESSE, EINH?

Eu queria ter ar condicionado ;A;

SAD NEWS OF SADNESS, PEOPLE Paul the octopus died.

He will be missed.

/tear


Anyway, I need to post something about the Santa Exchange but it needs to be in Spanish, so... could anyone translate it for me? IT'S REALLY SHORT I SWEAR ;AA; gracias, riot_of_flowers ♥

Also.

I just burned my mouth eating lasagna.

I hate the world.

I dreamed that the house next to my (very small and kinda dirty) apartment (that I don't have in real life anyway) was on fire. So I got out of my apartment, because it was very close and the fire could reach it, went to a bar and called for help. People answered right away, I gave them the right adress - I had to ask a lady nearby for the name of the street - and then they came in, like, less than five seconds and put out the fire.

DUDE. This never happens. In my dreams, I wouldn't be able to find the door to live, or wouldn't manage to figure out he phone, or the lady would start chatting instead of answering, and the firemen would never come and no, srsly, what the hell. I'm worried. Maybe I'm still dreaming.

Or maybe not, because in the end the korean boyband who lived in said apartment (don't ask) was personally responsible for the fire, because their car wad overheated, so they went to jail.

... so, my subconscious don't know much about cars. Or fires.

IDEK


That said, elections are getting dumber by the minute ;A;