July 8th, 2004

Artsy me - by Micha

School, meeting and Spidey

DAMN TO HELL WHOEVER SAYS SPIDERMAN 2 DID NOT KICK ASS!!!
Yes, Dani, I mean you. =b j/k

Now that that's out of my system... My day, ladies and gentlemen! Yes, I know it's boring compared to the depressed posts of lately, but this is what I got, so bear with me here.

Picked up my student id, over a week late. Reaching out to get it I regretted my decision to wear short sleeves =\ The lady looked at me funny. I was self-conscious the rest of the afternoon. Classes were fine, ended early. Now, tomorrow I have an exam on History of Architecture, wishing I had studied more... Well, no use crying over spilt milk, just gotta spend the whole morning studying. And then, all night working of the latest project. *sigh* =b Still lovin' it, though =)

The elder who was supposed to do the last part of my questions yesterday (and didn't, his wife called to say he was sick, conjunctivitis) was at the meeting today. He also went to Denise's little goodbye party last Monday. I talked to him at the end of the meeting and turns out the questions have to be postponed to next week, Tuesday at the latest, but still that's a whole week later than it was supposed to be. I'm not happy about it... Now I'm only gonna know if I can be baptized a few days before the actual baptism, maybe less.

From the meeting, Leo, his brother, two cousins of his and I went to see Spiderman 2. As you can tell from the first sentence of this post, I loved the movie. And had a pretty good time with them, they're fun =)

Oh, speaking of Denise's goodbyes (she's going to spend a couple of months with her boyfriend in Canada. Are those bells I'm hearing?), I'm throwing her a bigger goodbye party this Friday, having her invite the bazillion people she knows to come to my building and be loud =b Hehehe... Gotta have more parties around here, even if they're goodbye ones.
Artsy me - by Micha

Feast vs. fast

Life has such extremes. Seems we're always moving across peaks of joy and melancholy. It helps keep things changing, chases away monotony, of course, but every once in a while we get into new depths of low and it looks like we're never gonna get out. Maybe a small shred of hope in the back of our minds keeps us holding on, looking up for a light (or a helping hand). But sometimes these extreme lows take too long to pass. Sometimes we can almost feel that hope stretching itself, straining and, finally, breaking down. No there's not always hope. Sometimes we feel truly lost.

I believe we always know when we lose something we love the instant we lose them. Even if they're still within sight, we know they won't be there in a moment. Like dropping a very fragile vase, we know it will break instants before it hits the ground. We know we can't fix it. I should say so, I was always such a clumsy child. Not on purpose, of course. I always tried to pay attention, tried to be careful. It was never enough. And it didn't help to see others think that I didn't care. I did, I still do. I can't help caring.

There was one time my mother actually called me that. Clumsy, "desastrada". A disaster waiting to happen. I cried, she apologized. It still hurts to remember. Her prized possession is still broken, can't be fixed.