And some people wonder why I never kept a diary ...
Good thing I do not have the same non-constancy of feeding the dog!
note that I did not have the creative drive necessary since there was the earthquake in Italy, this says a lot about what I find interesting to talk about my cabbages, but basically no one believes it is deemed so important. Mh ... in the second analysis I would not swear!
Do it for self-analysis? Bo, I think that it would be wiser, so I will try to start to write at least a little crap that nobody cares except me.
All the water under the bridge, a lot, no more and no less than that will be passed under those of you others. I know, I have not written but I have read most of the time, especially if Sam did not come here so I did not see it anywhere else.
A small clue as to what I've done it can be seen here: www.eleonorabirardi.com
See you in a while ', or a year and a half, I decide calmly.
Over and out.
Thursday, September 30, 2010
Wednesday, September 15, 2010
Allusions To Greek Mythology In Romeo And Juliet
Ice Cream Social Discipline
Why 'work at Columbia?
Columbia is' one of the universities' most 'prestigious and famous in the world, prominent members of the Ivy Legue, here studied: five founders, four U.S. presidents, 95 Nobel prize winners, 15 foreign heads of state, 30 winners Oscar, 101 Pulitzer Prize winners, etc. ... 15 Nobel laureates teach at Columbia. The Columbia and 'Manhattan-New York.
This' cause I work at Columbia:
Dear Colleagues,
In appreciation of your work this past year and many to Celebrate Our Successes, please join me and your colleagues at an Ice Cream Social.
Thursday, September 16, 2010 12 noon to 2 pm
100 Haven Avenue (outside Tower 2 at 171st Street) Please bring your
CUMC (blue) ID badge or ID card Harlem Hospital to participate.
In Addition to traditional ice cream and frozen yogurt, sorbet and sugar-free ice cream will be provided.
I look forward to seeing you there.
Sincerely,
supreme head of medicine, MD
Dean of the Faculties of Health Sciences and Medicine and Executive Vice President for Health and Biomedical Sciences
Why 'work at Columbia?
Columbia is' one of the universities' most 'prestigious and famous in the world, prominent members of the Ivy Legue, here studied: five founders, four U.S. presidents, 95 Nobel prize winners, 15 foreign heads of state, 30 winners Oscar, 101 Pulitzer Prize winners, etc. ... 15 Nobel laureates teach at Columbia. The Columbia and 'Manhattan-New York.
This' cause I work at Columbia:
Dear Colleagues,
In appreciation of your work this past year and many to Celebrate Our Successes, please join me and your colleagues at an Ice Cream Social.
Thursday, September 16, 2010 12 noon to 2 pm
100 Haven Avenue (outside Tower 2 at 171st Street) Please bring your
CUMC (blue) ID badge or ID card Harlem Hospital to participate.
In Addition to traditional ice cream and frozen yogurt, sorbet and sugar-free ice cream will be provided.
I look forward to seeing you there.
Sincerely,
supreme head of medicine, MD
Dean of the Faculties of Health Sciences and Medicine and Executive Vice President for Health and Biomedical Sciences
Monday, September 13, 2010
Car Clear Plastic Seat Covers
I can not update the blog. I dislike a lot, but I can not write and every time I come to my mind takes me too much and I block ... Male. It 's not that important, and' my diary, and 'born to tell my experience in America and' if and when I can just type. Please, not like an obligation, I say. But I'm sorry, I feel guilty, as a friend if unchecked.
Sometimes I think I should have more 'discipline instead of being so' lenient with myself, keeping the blog updated as much. Generally speaking at length with myself, I am convinced that I must have more dialetticalmente 'rigor in my life (spend less, eat less junk food, study more', to use all my free time to do something productive ...) and Typically, at this point, before Starbucks, I order a frappuccino and I spent all the heroic sentiment discipline. No.
Too many things to say and then do not look back, but back and start from this: it seems that the soccer player and that 'in me restart the league on Wednesday'.
The last time I played and 'state championship semifinals for the summer, before the holidays. Male everywhere immediately lasted for days, the inner thigh STT as even after a marathon of sex. But even if I did not disclipina are very combative and I ran like crazy trying not to think about my overriding concern that would take me to lie down on the grass and sleep for two days. The coup de grace 'was after a match in a pub sull'86th where I got drunk with a beer and a half. Drunk. Not hardly knew who I was and where I was, but to have dizziness exaggerated, that I could not walk straight and coordinated in any way. Led by my pride (certainly not from my sense of direction that probably singing a pirate song in the back of my brain) I went home alone, on foot, for twenty blocks. The road and 'straight, I could be wrong, and part to have decided that I needed an ice cream (I was fasting, I had to try to buffer the alcohol in the stomach-who indulges should always have an excuse ready) and he slammed the door glass of ice cream and be entered into a drug store on broadway 'cause I needed an OPI nail polish (and here I can not remember which castle grounds to indulge I was able to create) and it spilled on: hands, purse, wallet, legs and sandals have arrived home.
I prevaricated a bit 'in the hall, pondering the possibility' of sleeping in the doorway, I got courage and I climbed the four flights of stairs to my apartment, I laughed for a while before the lock, 'I came, washed teeth (I was clearly bright, and this' sign), stripped between the bathroom and the bedroom and sleeping diagonally on the bed.
are not strong in discipline ... Ah Ah Ah
Saturday, September 11, 2010
Ontario Drivers Study Guide
January 3.1 - A type all pepper
Hello: D Another post in a few days ... what catastrophe will befall us? XD Seriously, I had the first update of the legacy and also because I decided to post as soon as I start school I will have less time with their sims. And then after that I grind my partner,![[info]](https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/blogger_img_proxy/AEn0k_tqzcW25VEH_W5gAWXAbyT7jkrTT8japV6loObQbW71_kSfWicxwde_G3aQOZ71krEEH7LJzsTmOXmWaAaUyrqE7bSgnA98UboLKGygIVyQchLR9Q=s0-d)
haily_18 , to write an update on the new Dark Shadows Delacroix or XD so here's to you an update of the Kennedy to know the new heir James. You will notice that there will be the coincidence of an event that happened in my story even Flower of the night. Believe me it was not a thing for lack of imagination but rather to give certain characteristics the character. And then I realized this is coincidence, it was too late. I use the post to say that the story with the sims 3 will proceed more slowly than the legacy as the game, as well as andarmi slower than 2 (even though I had one stuff, two expansions and not so many downloads) each so is also a special treat (like me do not save your progress). But at least I'll try to take her out, then another story if I will avoid showing it to maybe 3. Ok ... now I stop blathering ... here comes the first update of the third generation:) enjoy!
"Next James make a wish!" Backy grandmother urged me while I stared badly the 16 candles on my birthday cake.
What the hell could I want? I had a family who loved me, a house, lots of toys ... oh yes, many wanted to embrace my mother.
all began with my birth. My parents were in seventh heaven, especially the mother. I remember that she had eyes as blue as the sky and blond hair. Cabbage how beautiful! Dad always said it looked like an angel. To me she was an angel. In a nutshell, the undersigned has grown loved by all ... well almost everyone.
Mom loved me like I'm some kind of rarity.
While my father was working, she played with me. He taught me everything: talk, walk and the rest.
Although often not know I wanted to learn.
Let's say I have always had little sympathy for the study ... let's say instead that really makes me sick to study. Why waste so much time breaking into a sweat to learn something when there are other much more interesting. Well, at my age this was an interesting thing!
My mother was always so patient with me ... if I had been in place I lost my temper for some time.
But she almost never cried, she was very sweet with me. He always said that I was "her very special little man" ... I never realized it was anything special. Instead, my father has always preferred to withdraw into his lab to play with chemical tubes. I saw him rarely.
When I was little I was troubled by her absence but gradually I got used. To hell with everyone ... I had my mom. She was always there to light my day with his beautiful smile.
When I was a little over 8 years of waiting for mom and dad found out another child.
For me it was the beginning of a catastrophe of dimensions disproportionate. And do not say much for ... it's all true! I was the undisputed master of the house ... how was I to do with a brat succhiavita around the house? Gradually, though, my mother ended up getting sick. I was told that her brother (or sister, you do well) require a lot of energy that the mother could not give her. In short, was very weak. Was not born yet and already I hated the wren. So the mother often spent his days in bed while Dad stayed there to watch.
was the first time, by so long, he withdrew to his lab for more than a week. To fill the temporary absence of the mother received as a gift a kitten named Romeo.
But I just care what Gattaccia mangy stupid ... I just wanted to be with my mom. Call me around, say what you want ... I loved it next. So often did homework alongside her in his Latvian.
One evening she said she felt better and wanted to get out of bed to walk a bit '. But as soon as he crossed the threshold of his room, fell to the ground. I have few memories of that time but I still picture in my mind: my father, who raised my mother rushed to the hospital.
That night no one slept.
Grandpa Chuck was trying to keep me happy by telling some amusing anecdote of his youth.
"So, after dinner, I invited her to my house and me ..."
"Chuck! Are not things to say to a child of 8 years! "The grandmother try again.
"Honey for ... these things is always ready, "said the grandfather.
Suddenly the phone rang and she ran to answer it.
He returned soon after saying that his mother would be home in a couple of days with Dad.
"And the infant succhiavita?" I asked.
"He will not be my darling. It is busy playing with the angels in heaven. "
A week later my mother came home, but it was not her. Over time, his beautiful blond hair became almost white, and took l’abitudine di non curarsi più.
Si stava lasciando andare. Mio padre tentò in tutti i modi di aiutarla anche a volte con metodi poco gentili.
Diciamo chiaramente che lui non ci sa fare per niente con questo genere di situazioni. Lo detestavo sempre più…se solo si fosse dedicato un po’ di più alla mamma invece che ai suoi stupidi esperimenti. Io, invece, vedevo che lei non stava per niente bene. Spesso si rinchiudeva in camera a piangere.
When I grew up I was told that did not give peace for this child ever born. And his desperation led her to death.
Backy When my grandmother told me that my mother would not come play with me because he had to stay with the brother I knew that I would see her again.
now completely hated my father for thinking their interests rather than the health of the mother, I hated that kid ever born for getting me the only person that I held really. And at the funeral of her mother I was the only one not crying.
What was crying ... it was stupid! Instead, my father was there to whine like a sissy from peanuts.
From that moment I hated him with all my strength! Incolplai him of the death of my mother and the only feeling I felt at that moment was not anger but sorrow. From that day life returned to flow more or less as before. The grandmother tried to help with homework and tried not to lose patience with me.
But even though she strove ever so I did not understand a fig dry.
The grandfather continued to care for the garden that grew along with my mom.
As you can see I grew up under the loving care of this little family enriched by the visits of the friend of my father, Colin. I could never understand how someone like him was able to stay with a mollaccione like my father.
blew out the candles and everyone is there to clap as if I turned water into wine. I was sixteen and eventually became a young man respected and adored by young girls. I know people ... What a great cool!
I've never been a genius at school ... let's say that my average struggled to reach 6. But in return I had to do that which according to my grandmother would take me away. Then tremble, because now people are dicks for everyone!
Continued ...
Hello: D Another post in a few days ... what catastrophe will befall us? XD Seriously, I had the first update of the legacy and also because I decided to post as soon as I start school I will have less time with their sims. And then after that I grind my partner,
haily_18 , to write an update on the new Dark Shadows Delacroix or XD so here's to you an update of the Kennedy to know the new heir James. You will notice that there will be the coincidence of an event that happened in my story even Flower of the night. Believe me it was not a thing for lack of imagination but rather to give certain characteristics the character. And then I realized this is coincidence, it was too late. I use the post to say that the story with the sims 3 will proceed more slowly than the legacy as the game, as well as andarmi slower than 2 (even though I had one stuff, two expansions and not so many downloads) each so is also a special treat (like me do not save your progress). But at least I'll try to take her out, then another story if I will avoid showing it to maybe 3. Ok ... now I stop blathering ... here comes the first update of the third generation:) enjoy! "Next James make a wish!" Backy grandmother urged me while I stared badly the 16 candles on my birthday cake.
What the hell could I want? I had a family who loved me, a house, lots of toys ... oh yes, many wanted to embrace my mother.
all began with my birth. My parents were in seventh heaven, especially the mother. I remember that she had eyes as blue as the sky and blond hair. Cabbage how beautiful! Dad always said it looked like an angel. To me she was an angel. In a nutshell, the undersigned has grown loved by all ... well almost everyone.
Mom loved me like I'm some kind of rarity.
While my father was working, she played with me. He taught me everything: talk, walk and the rest.
Although often not know I wanted to learn.
Let's say I have always had little sympathy for the study ... let's say instead that really makes me sick to study. Why waste so much time breaking into a sweat to learn something when there are other much more interesting. Well, at my age this was an interesting thing!
My mother was always so patient with me ... if I had been in place I lost my temper for some time.
But she almost never cried, she was very sweet with me. He always said that I was "her very special little man" ... I never realized it was anything special. Instead, my father has always preferred to withdraw into his lab to play with chemical tubes. I saw him rarely.
When I was little I was troubled by her absence but gradually I got used. To hell with everyone ... I had my mom. She was always there to light my day with his beautiful smile.
When I was a little over 8 years of waiting for mom and dad found out another child.
For me it was the beginning of a catastrophe of dimensions disproportionate. And do not say much for ... it's all true! I was the undisputed master of the house ... how was I to do with a brat succhiavita around the house? Gradually, though, my mother ended up getting sick. I was told that her brother (or sister, you do well) require a lot of energy that the mother could not give her. In short, was very weak. Was not born yet and already I hated the wren. So the mother often spent his days in bed while Dad stayed there to watch.
was the first time, by so long, he withdrew to his lab for more than a week. To fill the temporary absence of the mother received as a gift a kitten named Romeo.
But I just care what Gattaccia mangy stupid ... I just wanted to be with my mom. Call me around, say what you want ... I loved it next. So often did homework alongside her in his Latvian.
One evening she said she felt better and wanted to get out of bed to walk a bit '. But as soon as he crossed the threshold of his room, fell to the ground. I have few memories of that time but I still picture in my mind: my father, who raised my mother rushed to the hospital.
That night no one slept.
Grandpa Chuck was trying to keep me happy by telling some amusing anecdote of his youth.
"So, after dinner, I invited her to my house and me ..."
"Chuck! Are not things to say to a child of 8 years! "The grandmother try again.
"Honey for ... these things is always ready, "said the grandfather.
Suddenly the phone rang and she ran to answer it.
He returned soon after saying that his mother would be home in a couple of days with Dad.
"And the infant succhiavita?" I asked.
"He will not be my darling. It is busy playing with the angels in heaven. "
A week later my mother came home, but it was not her. Over time, his beautiful blond hair became almost white, and took l’abitudine di non curarsi più.
Si stava lasciando andare. Mio padre tentò in tutti i modi di aiutarla anche a volte con metodi poco gentili.
Diciamo chiaramente che lui non ci sa fare per niente con questo genere di situazioni. Lo detestavo sempre più…se solo si fosse dedicato un po’ di più alla mamma invece che ai suoi stupidi esperimenti. Io, invece, vedevo che lei non stava per niente bene. Spesso si rinchiudeva in camera a piangere.
When I grew up I was told that did not give peace for this child ever born. And his desperation led her to death.
Backy When my grandmother told me that my mother would not come play with me because he had to stay with the brother I knew that I would see her again.
now completely hated my father for thinking their interests rather than the health of the mother, I hated that kid ever born for getting me the only person that I held really. And at the funeral of her mother I was the only one not crying.
What was crying ... it was stupid! Instead, my father was there to whine like a sissy from peanuts.
From that moment I hated him with all my strength! Incolplai him of the death of my mother and the only feeling I felt at that moment was not anger but sorrow. From that day life returned to flow more or less as before. The grandmother tried to help with homework and tried not to lose patience with me.
But even though she strove ever so I did not understand a fig dry.
The grandfather continued to care for the garden that grew along with my mom.
As you can see I grew up under the loving care of this little family enriched by the visits of the friend of my father, Colin. I could never understand how someone like him was able to stay with a mollaccione like my father.
blew out the candles and everyone is there to clap as if I turned water into wine. I was sixteen and eventually became a young man respected and adored by young girls. I know people ... What a great cool!
I've never been a genius at school ... let's say that my average struggled to reach 6. But in return I had to do that which according to my grandmother would take me away. Then tremble, because now people are dicks for everyone!
Continued ...
Thursday, September 9, 2010
Stouffers Outlet In Solon Ohio
New layout ... and download
Howdy folks and welcome to my new livejournal restored. Oh yes ... I do occasionally change. Eh I would not have ever done without the great help of my darling, haily_18 . So patiently explained to me how could I change the settings of my page also giving simple instructions for a dumb like me XD. Even though neither the journal nor the images are that much. I'm only now beginning to understand how to use photoshop was also the 'now . But then over time, impractical, try to make this journal a bit 'more beautiful as it is now. ^ _ ^ Anyway, I leave you now to some fotuzza and download some: D Of course POLICY is: you can use the sims as you like is important that, when using the shell in them some of your project, you put the credits that are always very welcome: D
We are in an enchanted place where we can find nymphs, wizards, elves, fairies and satyrs.
Every morning you hear a sweet song: Aranel is dedicated to these sweet melodies to his beloved, the magician Aster.
The magician thinks of his beloved while relaxing in the sunshine.
The two lovers are often encountered on the banks of a lake and indulge in innocent effusions.
Nearby lie the nymphs of the woods pampered by the gentle sounds of nature.
One this is Agave.
The other is Melite.
Nearby, however, there is a satyr spying on the two beautiful creatures.
And last but not least is the fairy Vimarn that flit observed by strange enchanted creatures.
And this time all:) I hope you enjoyed:) let so many nice comments and the next: **
Howdy folks and welcome to my new livejournal restored. Oh yes ... I do occasionally change. Eh I would not have ever done without the great help of my darling,
haily_18 . So patiently explained to me how could I change the settings of my page also giving simple instructions for a dumb like me XD. Even though neither the journal nor the images are that much. I'm only now beginning to understand how to use photoshop We are in an enchanted place where we can find nymphs, wizards, elves, fairies and satyrs.
Every morning you hear a sweet song: Aranel is dedicated to these sweet melodies to his beloved, the magician Aster.
The magician thinks of his beloved while relaxing in the sunshine.
The two lovers are often encountered on the banks of a lake and indulge in innocent effusions.
Nearby lie the nymphs of the woods pampered by the gentle sounds of nature.
One this is Agave.
The other is Melite.
Nearby, however, there is a satyr spying on the two beautiful creatures.
And last but not least is the fairy Vimarn that flit observed by strange enchanted creatures.
And this time all:) I hope you enjoyed:) let so many nice comments and the next: **
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