Monday, September 13, 2010
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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
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