GROUP: (group
Before going to take a shower I wanted to leave something written above.
Something, perhaps, even I do not really know what it is .. but I feel inside all week and that only now that it's Friday, I can distinguish between lumps of accumulated fatigue, people they know, laughter and notes taken in the course.
It 's the feeling of "group". Having a group to see it grow in harmony as they are added and people know each other, being part of a group, know they can count on more people ready to help you out, go to class together, waking up each morning by a ringing phone (as long as you can! ") and laugh dell'accento impossible for some people.
E ' nice to say "No, because her pussy is in it's ugly!" without any context in which to insert, and then laugh until it hurt my stomach. And to say a number of other words ("nonsense", however, will go down in history ..) and phrases ("Oh yes! The room inside the wall!"), Do an infinite number of faces and spend half an hour in contemplation of all those people who are now drinking from the fountain that promotes behaviors porn.
There are dark circles, headache for three days, the bathroom to wash and piles of notes to play back and reorder.
But there are also people with whom it is nice to share it.
Friday, October 13, 2006
Thursday, October 12, 2006
Monthly Counselings Examples
A.A.A. Rascal Flatts (and LJ of course) ADDICTED.
Russian for "Good!". Yes, because your affectionate (?) Missy decided to learn this language comic (for now .. unintelligible) has already begun, as the little children of primary school, to pretend to know how to read (but mostly write =___=) Cyrillic. I'd apply a thin layer of hairy, but then why?! Give all the Russian, the personal satisfaction is guaranteed! They tell me it will be impossible to read the newspapers (but who wanted to read them?), Numerals we will never know decline (Embee?) And I hardly know the future. That is, as being very promising! Haha! Ahem .. Let's be serious. We must say you have to say, precisely. The course is short (26 weeks) and we who have chosen the path of martyrdom and punishment physical and mental (learning Russian =) we are beginners. I am heartened to see that every lesson we are less and less .. I wonder why?! Haha!
Today just can not be serious .. I think this is the stupidest post I ever wrote .. But I really do not give a damn! I'm on the internet (latch) are in love with the beautiful and nicest guy who ever lived up to 17.30 and I have nothing to do .. The laundry is drying, lunch is almost ready, the house is a mirror and the bed remade. I just have to wash my hair and then, really, I can not wish for anything better.
Actually, you poor things, you do not know .. Do not you know that I'm distracting my little tiny brain avizzito twisted and not to allow the opportunity to recall what will happen to us (and me-he always survives ..- up to 17.30) in a few hours .. And to be exact .. Which course there will be a few hours.
I should now write to let you know the drama that I (CI) is waiting for the pass (Contemporary History), but you pretend you have not read anything, so my brain does not collect the information and will continue to laugh like a gay rincitrullita wrapper.
If you were to actually realize this most unfortunate fact begin to come up with absurd excuses for not coming with me to class .. begin to lower with a crude hook down from my ear and then, furtively, to escape the open window, not caring that we are on the fourth floor .. So with good consequences imaginable.
road would become a decoration.
small and ugly. That is, no worse than his usual form ..
are things!
Hello people!
Russian for "Good!". Yes, because your affectionate (?) Missy decided to learn this language comic (for now .. unintelligible) has already begun, as the little children of primary school, to pretend to know how to read (but mostly write =___=) Cyrillic. I'd apply a thin layer of hairy, but then why?! Give all the Russian, the personal satisfaction is guaranteed! They tell me it will be impossible to read the newspapers (but who wanted to read them?), Numerals we will never know decline (Embee?) And I hardly know the future. That is, as being very promising! Haha! Ahem .. Let's be serious. We must say you have to say, precisely. The course is short (26 weeks) and we who have chosen the path of martyrdom and punishment physical and mental (learning Russian =) we are beginners. I am heartened to see that every lesson we are less and less .. I wonder why?! Haha!
Today just can not be serious .. I think this is the stupidest post I ever wrote .. But I really do not give a damn! I'm on the internet (latch) are in love with the beautiful and nicest guy who ever lived up to 17.30 and I have nothing to do .. The laundry is drying, lunch is almost ready, the house is a mirror and the bed remade. I just have to wash my hair and then, really, I can not wish for anything better.
Actually, you poor things, you do not know .. Do not you know that I'm distracting my little tiny brain avizzito twisted and not to allow the opportunity to recall what will happen to us (and me-he always survives ..- up to 17.30) in a few hours .. And to be exact .. Which course there will be a few hours.
I should now write to let you know the drama that I (CI) is waiting for the pass (Contemporary History), but you pretend you have not read anything, so my brain does not collect the information and will continue to laugh like a gay rincitrullita wrapper.
If you were to actually realize this most unfortunate fact begin to come up with absurd excuses for not coming with me to class .. begin to lower with a crude hook down from my ear and then, furtively, to escape the open window, not caring that we are on the fourth floor .. So with good consequences imaginable.
road would become a decoration.
small and ugly. That is, no worse than his usual form ..
are things!
Hello people!
Wednesday, October 11, 2006
Operation For A Cervical Erosion
Awwwww.. Day of NOTHINGNESS!
Apparently I'm sponging the connection of a good soul who is nearby. (Unless they decide to cut off funding or to disconnect .. ..-please noooo !!!-)
However ..
I do not know who you are, I do not know your name nor if you live in my building .. but THANK YOU! Your connection works fine .. and my computer is getting the big time!
Apparently I'm sponging the connection of a good soul who is nearby. (Unless they decide to cut off funding or to disconnect .. ..-please noooo !!!-)
However ..
I do not know who you are, I do not know your name nor if you live in my building .. but THANK YOU! Your connection works fine .. and my computer is getting the big time!
Sunday, October 8, 2006
Guests Are Responsible For Their Meals
So funny!
[.. and I love all the attention and know how to give, and I want indifference if I never want to hurt.]
It 'difficult to remain standing by the bed. Then he read that on a huge red suitcase full of completely useless stuff that reminds me continually that tomorrow .. Well, tomorrow you start all over again.
Everything, even the elementary things. The
make friends, make fun of the teachers, record lectures, exchanging notes, going to try to make the classroom and forget the name of someone who has just presented ..
What then, finally, is a very good life, that.
The only difficult thing is to leave, leave everything (and everyone) here. It 'hard to get home at night, tired, in a city that is sometimes a bit' a stranger, without any of the family, someone who will cook a hot meal or tell you something beautiful and then hold you.
This is difficult, everything else is a challenge.
And it is good for this.
Then someone (with A) I know you miss me a bit 'more. And I wish I could take away with me, put nell'Eastpak and hide under the desk, in class. To have him here, near close. Because the absence is mutual, you can believe me.
Sometimes it almost hurts. A disease that passes as soon as I hear or write .. it would be better to see you, hug you. But there is content or at least, it pretends to make do with what little there is. A beautiful little
. Yes.
We miss you, and I like it. Why then meet again, later, is another matter entirely. It 'not like for those who can to pick up the house whenever they want. It 'more like a meet again. Always. And every time. Again.
And the platform 9 is my favorite, you know, right? I like it because it is ours and because there, every Friday, we have rewritten history. In
a hug.
It 's true that leaving is difficult.
But I did not say that beauty ultimately lies in the return. Back
who has been waiting for you.
Always.
[We are children of different worlds, one that erases memory .. distracted and draws the same story.]
[.. and I love all the attention and know how to give, and I want indifference if I never want to hurt.]
It 'difficult to remain standing by the bed. Then he read that on a huge red suitcase full of completely useless stuff that reminds me continually that tomorrow .. Well, tomorrow you start all over again.
Everything, even the elementary things. The
make friends, make fun of the teachers, record lectures, exchanging notes, going to try to make the classroom and forget the name of someone who has just presented ..
What then, finally, is a very good life, that.
The only difficult thing is to leave, leave everything (and everyone) here. It 'hard to get home at night, tired, in a city that is sometimes a bit' a stranger, without any of the family, someone who will cook a hot meal or tell you something beautiful and then hold you.
This is difficult, everything else is a challenge.
And it is good for this.
Then someone (with A) I know you miss me a bit 'more. And I wish I could take away with me, put nell'Eastpak and hide under the desk, in class. To have him here, near close. Because the absence is mutual, you can believe me.
Sometimes it almost hurts. A disease that passes as soon as I hear or write .. it would be better to see you, hug you. But there is content or at least, it pretends to make do with what little there is. A beautiful little
. Yes.
We miss you, and I like it. Why then meet again, later, is another matter entirely. It 'not like for those who can to pick up the house whenever they want. It 'more like a meet again. Always. And every time. Again.
And the platform 9 is my favorite, you know, right? I like it because it is ours and because there, every Friday, we have rewritten history. In
a hug.
It 's true that leaving is difficult.
But I did not say that beauty ultimately lies in the return. Back
who has been waiting for you.
Always.
[We are children of different worlds, one that erases memory .. distracted and draws the same story.]
Thursday, October 5, 2006
Cervix Quite Low Hard And Open Week Before Period
FS... you're stupid, or what?
Or rather: I'm working. (To me, yes.)
Eventually things done "Frino frun French," as someone said (do not know), do not like anyone. Imagine if you just have to like what is going through the days and hours of his youthful age behind this very nice layout.
nice, indeed. So that was able to collect them 56 coding errors, so, because he did not know what to do and wanted me to play with it some '. When I realized that the image changes position depending on the different browsers, at times fainted. I did not want to admit it, type skit from Alcoholics Anonymous: "I can stop making mistakes when I want to code! When I want! ". Then, of tears in his eyes the size of two melons, I got courage and I typed http://validator.w3.org to see where and what was not (very) good.
W3C is inflexible, you want to try ? Enter the URL of your site e.. Good luck! If you have not committed any mistake in writing the code on your site will be approved by the W3C, otherwise .. Well .. Arm yourself with patience and make the necessary changes. I managed to find errors in sites very well made and I personally appreciate very much. And frankly I was not disappointed at all! I felt, so to speak, in good company! And that company!
summary: a balance, therefore, I find myself with a code to be redone almost from scratch, an image that lacks originality and moltisisme ideas that I still can not realize. The ideas are endless and sometimes I wonder if I have the means to realize what really turns me on his mind.
My dream would be to produce a stunning presentation in flash of short duration, one of those jewels that leaves you wide-open mouth for half an hour but, mentally, you're covering in a continuous rewind what has just passed, asking if it was real and if you saw it really. The impediments to the implementation of this (small, eh ..) dream are basically three. Indeed, no. One: I can not use flash. Ahahahaha!
Should I stop to fill the eyes of something that (for now ..) are not able to create.
I must, instead, concentrate on something more affordable, such as two-dimensional images, photoshop The html .. I doubt there is a. I think I should do instead of advertising graphics.
But everybody knows that the drawings do not feed a family.
Well, even with advertising.
However .. Sifting through other sites I became interested in photoshop tutorial. There are some very interesting and fun even on YouTube.com . What consoles me is that they are not even able to "play" the base year, namely to create a background shot using a stupid filter pixels in half-tone. What can I say? I had better do the advertising!
As for everything else between the parentheses (Web ..) and (graphic ...) I can say that a new departure for Città landia is dangerously close. Farewell to the days spent as a young girl free and carefree as a butterfly crazy. Dear me, you go back to hard labor. What then are not even so much sorry. Never admit it officially, but a little 'I had filled the pockets of hanging here all alone in playing with things that are absolutely frivolous and not related to my work.
Here's lazy people who must give a purpose in life, otherwise it risks avizzire as a pine anemic!
My aim now is one: to build (there) a future, more specific in the sense that you can imagine. A real future, on which lay the foundation for a rich and satisfying life.
Yes I know, I know .. are always the same things.
And maybe they are so obvious and now you expect me to write that in the future also hoping that my prince on a white horse, maybe with green eyes and two years younger .. (Which "less" do not know exactly what that means, but there you are ..).
So wait, wait.
Because from here the prince has already passed. Not on a white horse, no, because he is a prince and evolved rides a bicycle (though would prefer a Lancer Evo 8 / 9).
But it's a Prince Charming with dicks and controcazzi!
-and when we only want ..-
Or rather: I'm working. (To me, yes.)
Eventually things done "Frino frun French," as someone said (do not know), do not like anyone. Imagine if you just have to like what is going through the days and hours of his youthful age behind this very nice layout.
nice, indeed. So that was able to collect them 56 coding errors, so, because he did not know what to do and wanted me to play with it some '. When I realized that the image changes position depending on the different browsers, at times fainted. I did not want to admit it, type skit from Alcoholics Anonymous: "I can stop making mistakes when I want to code! When I want! ". Then, of tears in his eyes the size of two melons, I got courage and I typed http://validator.w3.org to see where and what was not (very) good.
W3C is inflexible, you want to try ? Enter the URL of your site e.. Good luck! If you have not committed any mistake in writing the code on your site will be approved by the W3C, otherwise .. Well .. Arm yourself with patience and make the necessary changes. I managed to find errors in sites very well made and I personally appreciate very much. And frankly I was not disappointed at all! I felt, so to speak, in good company! And that company!
summary: a balance, therefore, I find myself with a code to be redone almost from scratch, an image that lacks originality and moltisisme ideas that I still can not realize. The ideas are endless and sometimes I wonder if I have the means to realize what really turns me on his mind.
My dream would be to produce a stunning presentation in flash of short duration, one of those jewels that leaves you wide-open mouth for half an hour but, mentally, you're covering in a continuous rewind what has just passed, asking if it was real and if you saw it really. The impediments to the implementation of this (small, eh ..) dream are basically three. Indeed, no. One: I can not use flash. Ahahahaha!
Should I stop to fill the eyes of something that (for now ..) are not able to create.
I must, instead, concentrate on something more affordable, such as two-dimensional images, photoshop The html .. I doubt there is a. I think I should do instead of advertising graphics.
But everybody knows that the drawings do not feed a family.
Well, even with advertising.
However .. Sifting through other sites I became interested in photoshop tutorial. There are some very interesting and fun even on YouTube.com . What consoles me is that they are not even able to "play" the base year, namely to create a background shot using a stupid filter pixels in half-tone. What can I say? I had better do the advertising!
As for everything else between the parentheses (Web ..) and (graphic ...) I can say that a new departure for Città landia is dangerously close. Farewell to the days spent as a young girl free and carefree as a butterfly crazy. Dear me, you go back to hard labor. What then are not even so much sorry. Never admit it officially, but a little 'I had filled the pockets of hanging here all alone in playing with things that are absolutely frivolous and not related to my work.
Here's lazy people who must give a purpose in life, otherwise it risks avizzire as a pine anemic!
My aim now is one: to build (there) a future, more specific in the sense that you can imagine. A real future, on which lay the foundation for a rich and satisfying life.
Yes I know, I know .. are always the same things.
And maybe they are so obvious and now you expect me to write that in the future also hoping that my prince on a white horse, maybe with green eyes and two years younger .. (Which "less" do not know exactly what that means, but there you are ..).
So wait, wait.
Because from here the prince has already passed. Not on a white horse, no, because he is a prince and evolved rides a bicycle (though would prefer a Lancer Evo 8 / 9).
But it's a Prince Charming with dicks and controcazzi!
-and when we only want ..-
Monday, October 2, 2006
'vuze Search Template'
So...here I am!
I had no desire to work on the layout and I dropped it, neither fish nor fowl.
I started late tonight, and ideas (given the now-2.3-) very scarce, and although there are (many) things that I'm still not clear (what happened to titles and dates?) Are too tired to think now and I decided to review everything later date.
Then I already know that tomorrow we will spend the day because you know it, and just ugly, I will bring the guilt. But now I just do not want to learn more.
probably would not have had to work by using it as an excuse to avoid admitting that often have a little head of his dick, because now I seem to have one of those squalid backgrounds who use those codes do not even caught by mistake. And ok I will not be made person to html, but not the first to discover it. There. (Yes, I am saying more for autoconvincermi. Happy?)
So I decided that I will pretend to have created the eighth wonder of the world fail (at least) to sleep in a quiet, dreamless tag desperate begging to spare me, please!
must be said that if I still can not make up my mind about going (or not) in bed, there is a reason. The layout is just a stupid excuse. It must also be said that this is not a platform to talk about it, and I will not.
But it is proper to make an apology to a special person to me has always the right word, a thought sweet and gentle manners.
A person who has made this beautiful October 1 the most beautiful and memorable days of my life, tonight I answered and moving them badly silly false accusations.
Fear I just played a bad joke. And this is not to justify myself, but trying to describe what I felt at that moment (though I should do it now without getting angry.)
Well, yes I was afraid of practically everything, anything that go through the dirty mind of a little girl with a cold. Even my shadow. And I felt trapped, lost and alone. Without a hug, but it seemed that the world was ending in front of me without being able to look at those eyes, sincere and reassuring me. And I, stubborn, I said no, he did not believe it.
I want this person who is the light of my eyes and my only reason for living know now that I'm wrong. What a mistake so much and so often, but I was wrong, especially tonight. That I was naive and young. And I'm sorry. Terribly. Really.
This love so beautiful is the only safe place I have and I trust who has always shown me love me, that since April 1.
And I trust blindly, as I trusted yesterday for giving a priceless treasure the last piece of a life that now belongs solely and completely to him.
I want this person, who is the greatest love there is, a house and a big heart, know that I do not regret anything. Nothing. And
October 1 rivivrei that exactly as I experienced yesterday, continues to repeat, without changing anything.
Forever.
For this I apologize. With my heart in my hand.
Sorry.
(ilove) YOU
Funny Acrostic Poem For Your Name
Ok, I'm back. Recently, but I'm at home (finally). And I'm not yet managed to find two minutes to fix this horrible layout. I mean, horrible .. I'm not biting the hand where I eat, but you can do better. I'm not talking to the nice picture of Natalie Portman magically appeared on top of the column. Natalie I do not even want to. But you still do not know, ordinary mortals, that this is the basis to create something great.
Something wonderful.
Something superlative.
And that is something even uglier, but by me.
Gne Gne!
(PS: Stop immediately get used to the pretty face of Natalie and her fawn eyes hurt and helpless. In fact, do not start either. Natalie is gone. Oh yes, it will disappear '.)
Sunday, October 1, 2006
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