further later...
Tuesday, 31 August 2010
14:58Estágio - 5° dia.
Nice, Gean always nice.
Fiz bastante até, e tanto que saí atrasada, perdi o ônibus, tive que pegar um Circular Alvorada, pai já tinha ido atrás de mim. Bolo salgado da mãe, banho, lavei o cabelo.
and the week begins - yes, yes, to me.
Monday, 30 August 2010 17:00Almoçamos na escola, 'quelas coisa de sempre. Fiz trabalho de Sociologia e estudei a tiny bit pra Português.
Não sei, só sei que teve trabalho de Português, que por sorte foi em trio. Roberto e Amanda cansam a beleza um do outro. E A MINHAA.
Don't be sociable - says some wise people.
Não sei, não sei...
Sunday, 29 August 2010 18:00Então... saí com o Gustavo hoje. Da minha casa, pro nosso ponto neutro, até a casa dele.
Ficamos no quarto dele - e do deixaeutemostrarmeusactionfigures tipo de "fui no quarto dele" - e ficamos lá, conversando umas por um tempo... Tira o boné, chamo de Dexter, ele fala que gosta de mim, eu aham.
Nada, meu bem, nada.
Voltei pra casa, tomei café, fui pro quarto do Felipe ler, depois de ter feito algo que eu não me lembro...
E dormi, até umas 8.
E não lembro mais.
Terminei O Feijão e o Sonho.
Se o Jaison me perguntasse agora, ou algumas horas depois daquela hora, eu teria dito que eu sempre, sempre quis ficar entre o feijão e o sonho.
So. Fucking. Hard.
Scene II - An apprentice or a trainee? - PHOTOGRAPHY
Tuesday, 24 August 2010 13:00 |
| Só para registrar uma parte críítica do meu ano: ESTÁGIO! Mas totally worth it, until now. |
O OLHAR DELE! Dia do Olhar Dele. Que eu não vi hoje.
Thursday, 19 August 2010 15:47In the dark, I can't fight it
I fight until I'm wrong
But in the bright light
I taste you on my tongue
In the dark, I can't fight it
'Til it disappears
But in the day light
I taste you in my tears
From Hungover
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Almost better!
I talked to him yesterday... Nós estamos ficando mais à vontade, and that's good.
Falamos de filmes, como sempre.
Falei com o Beto. Professor got us. Bad it was only him there.
Mom bought me a pearl earring yesterday, and it was cute, but I wanted a bigger one, like the one I used at Ctba. So they kept those for them, and I bought a darker, bigger one to me today. Cute.
Kinda wanna wear these when I see him again :B
Kinda wanna see him, kinda really wanna post a picture of him here, but still think it's creepy.
Ohhh, I have just been watching FRIENDS aaaall day these last days. I'm on the eighth season. \o/
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| Closest things... |
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| ...I could get. |
I can't believe I'll ever find anything like this again.
His stare, coming from those espantosos green eyes.
Use me, HONEY, come on and use me...
Wednesday, 18 August 2010 19:47It all just goes to show how nothing I know changes me at all
Again I wait for this... to change instead to tear the world in two
Another night with her, but I'm always wanting you.
Use me, Holly, come on and use me - We know where we go.
Use me, Holly, come on and use me - We go where we know.
With all of this I feel now, everything inside of my heart...
It all just seems to be how, nothing I feel pulls at me
Again I wait for this to pull apart, to break my time in two
Another night with her, but I'm always wanting you
Use me, Holly! come on and use me! (We know where we go)
Use me, Holly! come on and use me! (We go where we know)
She's all I need, she's all I dream, she's all I'm always wanting
She's all I need, she's all I dream, she's all I'm always wanting---you
I'm always wanting you
I'm always wanting...
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Oh, again I wait for this to fill the holes, to shake the sky in two
Another night with her.
I'm always wanting you...
Another night with her....
But I'm always wanting...
Você parece um vampiro, querido!
17:43Not because I'm not going to classes, because it's the end of the day of because I'm listening to Parallel Lines... And I'm missing really important classes, not seeing him, or B., my gums hurt and my face is like I have some creepy, nasty skin disease (which I kinda have, but... PENICILLIN! Yay)... But I'm so ok.
I wanted to post a picture of him... but I think it's kinda creepy. So... If I ever take a really nice one with him, I'll put it here, today.
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| nice tattoo, no pun intended. |
One for all, I'll be there...
Só pra registrar, G parece um vampiro. Sério. Olha pra ele. Ele parece estar sempre com olheiras... Sob aqueles olhos, absurdamente claros e desconcertantes pra mim. Magro, macilento, não sei. Mas parece.
Math
10:55 |
| Garranchinhos alegres de G. |
Nameless, dayless, timeless posting.
Friday, 13 August 2010 09:22Fight me in the dark.
Wrestle your bones over mine.
Into our moonless march, come the wizard!
Come, the wizard comes...
The wizard comes... the wizard comes... The wizard comes.
Wants to feel you shake---and shooting!
He.Will.Be.Our.Leader
Wants to feel you shake, and shooting
He.Will.Be.Our.Leader
Trembling midnight lands. I travel with the wizard.
Drink his blood and he's our leader.
Breath songs in my head
Slow arrow flies &'burning
And the trouble we possess
While the sunshine goes on sleeping
The sunshine.
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Sick. Fui pra aula, coçamos na primeira aula porque a Adriana (de RH e Empresas Turísticas) não veio, e na segunda fizemos prova de Matemática. No idea se eu fui bem, e assim que terminei fui no pedagógico pedir pra ser dispensada pelo resto do dia. Nem vi o Gustavo.
Parece que eu fui atingidida por estilhaços de bala! Ew!
Matemática: cresça e resolva seus próprios problemas.
Thursday, 12 August 2010 18:00
Everything fiiiiiine today.De manhã, nós estávamos tão tranquilos. Da entrada não lembro nada, mas antes do sinal do recreio bater, desci na library e peguei uma Super "pra ler" uma matéria que a prof.ª Nali falou sobre. Esperei por ele sentada na primeira cadeira perto da porta - puta vendo, puta frio. Logo que bateu ele veio, logo que ele veio o guarda apareceu pra trancar a porta. Trapped him there, obviuosly *yay/smug face*. Aí ele me mostrou uns desenhos dele, sombreados, todos de anime... Really nice. But you know what women care about. We were natural. O pessoal da sala tava jogando cartas no algomerado de carteiras no meio da sala. Falamos das aulas, começando uma really creepy introduction dele, que me fez realmente pensar que ele fosse terminar ali. Ele disse que pelo vento (e agora, I totally agree), como ele estava gripado, não ia dar de ir pra pracinha. Aí, sem pensar joguei "A gente podia estudar lá em casa". Ele fez uma cara, que, eu vou chutar: sério, na tua casa? isso significa o que eu acho que isso significa?
Esperamos a escola liberar juntos, subimos juntos, esperamos o ônibus juntos, e como sempre, voltamos juntos. Really that much. Don't know...
Então, depois de eu esperar a noiva por eras, ele veioe nós estudamos até umas 5:30. Estudava: falava, ele... talvez entendia, olhava pra mim, I fainted. Os olhos - WHAT'S THE... WITH THOSE!? Bad idea. Ele me deu só um beijo rápido aqui, e no fim, foi bem legal.
Se eu lembrar algo mais... I'll add.
:D
There's a place I must go... There's a place at Moscow
Monday, 9 August 2010 19:46
Not a good day. I guessssss...At least in the morning, it sucked, I won't lie to you.
I wasn't feeling really comfortable, I wasn't quite in the mood for love, he wasn't like the G I like to adore, nothing was feeling right. And, at the top of all, I couldn't study, pay attention to the teachers, or concentrate on anything at all, and God knows it pisses me off.
So, morning sucked. I was robotic, I was with a freaking headache and wanting to throw up and with colics and all the teachers seemed to noticed that I was fucked up that time and looking all weird to me and just... not well. And I know how it pisses me off.
In the afternoon, things got better. Really better. I wasn't so mad (how come it seems that the word mad always comes up when we talk about him? [he does not deserve i right not]) and feeling so tired, my bangs were tied, I changed into something more casual to my crazy self, I was away from him and knew I would not be seeing him anymore today, I was more with my classmates and more with myself. I could study... better. And that was starting to get less agravating and hence, annoying.
THAT'S RIDICULOUS THAT VIOLATES MY PRIVACY MY WELL BEING WHICH MAKES ME HATES THAT MAYBE BECAUSE OF THAT OR MAYBE EVEN more! I HATE THAT AND I CAN'T SAY ANYTHING TO HIM OR TO ANYONE... maybe I can say to someone, but I don't want to, so, screw this shit. FUUUCK, MAN!
Makes me wanna cry, scream, tell people to fuck off. Sorry, but to tell him to fuck off, and at the same time tell him to kiss me, damn, and really mean it. To grab my head, my hair, be indifferent, to be messy and mischievous. And that's really sick of me, like it's a hell of an illness for any woman to want that.
(Okay, acabei de ouvir que alguém tá bem mal... então, vamos cortar o teenage drama.)
Silent wrath, I guess.
A[ssa]ssinando por Pearl's Dream - Bat for Lashes e depois Daniel, ainda Bat for Lashes. Bat for Lashes, ponto.
Now[adays]...I. Dream. Of hope.
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I don't want to, I DON'T FREAKING WANT TO!
I don't know what I want, but it's not this.
onze mil
Thursday, 5 August 2010 11:00Vi ele, os olhos dele, sempre os olhos dele. No ônibus, na escola. Achei ele diferente. Não em mim, mas nele. Na saída, ele lá de novo. Entramos no ônibus depois, ele não sentou do meu lado. "Merda", e mais vinte observações frias e imprecações minhas. Ele apareceu. Sorriso convencido de novo. Normal. Ele me pede pra descer em outro ponto com ele. Caminhamos, sem muita conversa. Na hora de ir embora, eu não titubeio e vou. Volto, ele tá lá, parado. Ando mais um pouco, devagar, ele me chama. Volto, ele vem, ficamos frente a frente, ele começa a falar daquilo que eu perguntei ontem, mas provavelmente vê que eu to perto de mais pra quem não sabe o que ele quer dizer, o que eu quero saber. Dura quanto? A gente sai dali, vai pra lá, e fica lá. Volta, segurando as mãos. E tchau, e me beija de novo.
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Pensando bem... foi sim. Foi tudo aquilo. Só não foi complicado.
About the things you said...
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Otis Redding - If I was MAD before...
Tuesday, 3 August 2010 13:37And young girls they do get weary
Wearing that same old shaggy dress..
But when seh gets weary, try a little tenderness
You know she's waiting
Just anticipating
The thing that she'll never, never, never possess, no, no
But while she's there waiting, she's without it
Try a little tenderness
Otis Redding
weary:
1 very tired, especially because of hard work or activity
you like it, you let it.
Monday, 2 August 2010 19:08I came back home with him, on the bus.
I’m on a sad, vulnerable, killer mood right now.
I’m listening to Tricky, what could I expect, anyway?
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