Jan '05 - Jan '07
Well, strangely enough... no progress here.
As in all the last weeks, I'm hoping for the next one to answer my questions.
Does time really solve things?
On a Saturday, at 6 a.m., at an open air club, the bodyguard asked me what my age is! Unconsciously I was about to say 16, turn around and get mad to sleep.
What's your age again?!
Mick Harvey is playing here tomorrow. Niiiiiiiiiiiice!... I guess.
Next week: Monday - deadline, Tuesday - holiday, Wednesday - deadline, Thursday - deadline, Friday - deadline, Saturday - exam.
I guess I should have seen it coming.
All in all, one week of deadlines in one semester seems fair enough.
I have been abusing the term fiesta lately.
If you think I have been abusing this term lately, watch out for Pena.
Haven't had a beer in a week. Does that mean I'm clean?
The sun scared us last week, but now it's just fine.
Yeah, BarÃ§a won. Old news. Sevilla tambien.
The good thing (mas o menos) is that a sequence of deadlines keeps you of thinking. No chance at all.
Cola + sleep? + coffee + food?
I've been told you would forget a language when you learn a new one.
I haven't forgotten any, haven't really learned any, but the constant change of languages during one days makes me dizzy. I can't speak just one language. I suppose something is working really slow up there, ”˜cause every time I try to speak in English my lips prefer Spanish, y vice versa.
But the good news is, next week, after the deadlines, finally... I mean it has been a surprise for me too... I can never keep something for myself!!!
I've been to the Prado .
I was hoping to the last minute that it would be Prada, pero............
Funny when people consider you a native. Mostly tourists do this mistake, that's true, but still... But what are we? We're not guirries y no espanoles.
Last week I have been introduced to the ”˜underground' o ”˜los goticos'. Funny. Funny. Funny.
Dinner on Sunday? Sounds nice.
See you there.