Friday, 8 October 2010
23:21Semana passada não houveram aulas desde terça-feira, e sexta emendamos *smirks*.
Hoje, assisti SKY. Mais música mesmo.
Continuo com Dexter, mas em ritmo mais lento. E lendo, num ritmo igualmente lento, O Homem que Matou Getúlio Vargas, e menos ainda The Girl Who Played with Fire.
Mas pretendo remediar isso a partir de hoje.
Comecei a escrever também a minha crônica de final de ano letivo.Quero digitalizar meus desenhos também...
Não posso evitar. Não quero ser escritora, mas isso não que dizer que eu não possa gostar de produzir minha própria crappy art.
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Here is where I'm free. Free to write, free to think. I'm all by myself, all to myself. Only me. I can shout my fucks and cry my Oh Gods. Look to my madness or say "who are you?" Today, I fell connected. Tomorrow, maybe not. Maybe I'm too worried with other things, someone is here with me. Maybe inspiration didn't hit me. My most important thoughts (to me) come to me when I'm far away from notepads and notebooks, but close to myself. That's what this is made of.
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We are all alone, born alone, die alone, and -- in spite of True Romance magazines -- we shall all someday look
back on our lives and see that, in spite of our company, we were alone the whole way. I do not say lonely -- at
least, not all the time -- but essentially, and finally, alone. This is what makes your self-respect so important,
and I don't see how you can respect yourself if you must look in the hearts and minds of others for your
happiness.
— Hunter S. Thompsonthe months passed by...
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September 2010,
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November 2010,
December 2010,
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