Today.

Today I will not pull myself to stupid explanations about why I feel like crap all the time. Why? Because today was actually a good day. And man, oh, man, did I need one of those.

I'm probably in this good a mood partly because I spent the entire afternoon listening to The Beatles of my CD player. No, I don't have an iPod. Yet.

Also, the wind was blowing my way while I was lying on the grass waiting for class at school.

I wrote on all the tables and chairs where I took class today. Good thing no one catched me. All of them are bright yellow, so my little black magic marker worked like a charm.

I saw a bearded guy leaning on a column, with his arms crossed, and felt strange to see him. I believe I know him, but I had never seen him before in my life. Weird, huh?

OK, I feel better now.

And by "better", I mean I don't want to kill everyone in the world anymore. Not everyone.

Thank you, bloggers. And to my friend who helped me restore my faith in mankind.

Too many creeps in the world! Is there, like, a creep farm somewhere breeding these assholes? 

I'm sick and tired of meeting these douchebags, having them take me to a cafe, a movie, wherever. And by the end of the night, total fucking creeps.

I hope an asteroid hits the earth and kills all theses assholes. Women should rule the earth and breed by themselves.

Thank you.

I watched "My Fair Lady" a few days ago, with the beautiful and talented Audrey Hepburn, after years of not watching it. I didn't even remember many of the details in the movie, I saw it only onve when I was little. I realized it's an incredibly awesome movie.

There's a part in the movie where she sings a very particular song to Freddy: "Show me". It's about how men talk the walk, but never walk the walk.

This is exactly how I feel right now.

1:13 AM.

This guy that fixes closets came to my house today and made a mess of everything. Long story short, I ended up sleeping on the couch. It was cold as hell, so I grabbed quite a few blankets and wore I don't know how many layers of pajamas and sweaters.

I wrote on mu journal a bit, about this and that. You know, depressing stuff. I hate this stage in my life where I can't write about other things, other thoughts. I would love to be done with being negative all the time. It's getting dull.

Over and out.