Saturday, June 27, 2009

French Bulldog Crushed Vertebra

And it will ... and who knows when

End of semester ... eager to end soon, but with a long list of things to finish. However, I let an "oasis" of rest between yesterday afternoon and now. Upon continuation of my work, I'll put some things not forget them on my own or that "contingency" I do forget.

Yesterday evening I went with Hugo to a marriage. Certainly not know anyone ... but nothing a shared cigarette can not solve: the sector smokers was my incentive to enter the conversation. The marriage was a friend of Hugo, of the school. And although I must admit I was a little can go with (sorry love), reflecting ... empathize with the idea, recalling the marriage of my college friends whom I have attended in the past two years. It was good, not bad I had to, I met people new and well ... I must admit that I felt as strange as it was the first event was "accompanied", but in this case the guest was me.

We retired relatively early event, exhaustion of the week was felt. Security arrived at the department before or about 1 hour. It was good too, because Hugo did not see him almost a week, and as I walk in my time "dependent", I was selfish, I wanted to pay attention only to me.

began Saturday afternoon ... in fact ... it starts in terms of production. All day lazy, watching TV, listening to music, not wanting to put a foot out of bed the day was for rest and spoiled. As winter day.

I do not like marriage ... but not because I have anything against the bond or something like that ... rather by the issue of formality and production. I always say that I'm getting married ... and if it did, it should be as simple as possible ... but I leave with my parents ... peleea and it would be one of those great. But hey, better not think about it ... are no conditions and eye-mind are made elsewhere at the moment ...

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