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why don't we meet at the traffic light?

 

nonostante i miei precedenti interventi on this blog are very 'carefree', although I like to laugh, and although he claimed to detest those who always complain, sometimes even I have my time no, they are down, mogia mogia, I see ... well all black: Today is one of those days! will be trembling be done to know how the other side of the coin, I guess ... not much different from the first!

arrived at the venerable age of 22 years, I have a budget. and I, when I budgets are getting pretty fit and not at all optimistic. Now I explain the whys and wherefores of my joy. every morning when I go to college for a medical examination, a shopping trip, any bullshit, I comb, I shave my eyebrows, put on makeup carefully, I dress well, in the vague hope of making the meeting that I life-changing. and repeats this ritual since I learned to put my face cream. then a long time. if the fateful encounter had occurred

, dear, would not be here to complain. Now, I admit that it is also partly my fault. I do some 'the precious, and maybe some pseudo-meeting that could mature into something more could not do it because of my shyness and' imbranataggine ' (I'm not exactly a femme fatale who eat men, if it did not already know ...). but you want, I'm old. I am the girl sitting in a cafe who make eye contact with the absent-minded type who reads a book in the hope that what you get up and make the first move. now I do not want to fall in the usual complaint 'no longer boys than once 'and' if you want an appointment you invite him because now the kids are scared by the girls' because these are the classic trivial excuses that takes out an old maid like me when he feels with his back the wall. Once the boys are gone now because they are our fathers and our grandfathers, and it is not true that kids are afraid of us girls. I believe that one should feel motivated to try. because in my opinion, one is exposed, you risk rejection, no dry and acidic, to approach a girl (but the same goes for us ladies: how many have never dared to strike up a button with the cute blond last line for fear that he would say no? I raise my hand ...). nowadays a offends no longer a dirty word. I understand those who are pulling back even before trying. however, the point is not this. I should also know that one is afraid of me (fit me so to speak: first, it is impossible for me scary, and second, if you do not like, inventane a more credible, because it does not offend l & rsquo ; intelligence of both ...) and several bales, maybe one day I will make a right, take my courage in both hands and ask the 'boy anthropology' a date (maybe when I'm desperate and its a no I will neither hot nor cold because I have already decided to throw myself off a bridge before he meets me). maybe. you can not predict the future. the question is another. where can I meet a guy? WHERE? it seems that there is around a memory of representatives of the opposite sex. and 'representatives of the opposite sex' I mean normal people. aliens are those who want it. sometimes even my friends have to put up my time and no syrup complaint epic. the solution to my maid would go to the disco, 'there's so many people that you meet someone interesting for sure'. but is it not because there are many people that it is difficult to happen? however, I followed the advice, do not say that I have not tried. result? better to stay at home ...

now on the last beach. if the university, in study rooms (I know they're made on purpose, but the guys there seem more interested in the study than anything else, amazing ...), in bars, on the bus, the pub in the evening, the disco is not meeting I'm not saying anyone worthy of note, but that is worthy of note me ... I just have to meet my prince charming in a way only: it with his car being very careful not to kill him, otherwise goodbye happy ending.

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these days I was wondering if you might be allergic to people. not at all: that would misanthropy. anyone in particular, but without specific reasons, so "skin". I came to the conclusion that yes, you can. it happened to me. one afternoon, expecting to begin a lesson in Japanese and I was sitting between the benches. nearby a group of girls who did not know. one of them monopolized the attention of others, had a very high voice, as if everyone cared about his business. was the know-all, or at least to me it seemed. I hated from the start. and I had just done nothing to deserve it!

What causes this allergy? to appearances? it is true that if a meeting pancabbestia not immediately embrace, but I have prejudices that prevent me in future to meet him and talk, and then, if the case warrants it, because I do not dislike him is nice, and the same is true for boys pretty well, all branded and combed.

other times I have to hate someone after simple gesture, a word too many, a way to do. these things, which frankly is nonsense, often speak a lot about a person.

for example, tend to emphasize that it is good at everything. well above average. please, tell me who you think you are? superman?! remember that, who is praised, it sbroda! is something that might not be noticeable, but I, that people really listen when I speak, I realize and I can not suffer. or the victim's fate she attacked me, all have it with me, nobody understands me, I'm captain of all the colors ... blah, blah, blah ... a cataclysm after another. tip: Thanks, you comes in a lot of things, good or bad. if you do not happen, you'd be a little dead ... then the sentenziosità (sorry if I invented a word foreign to the Italian language ...). people who do not have a damn life experience that comes out with phrases like, "You guys are all alike, who understands you is good ..." and by that I mean the usual clichés corny in any field, not only in relations with the opposite sex. speak to give breath to the mouth, right? speak for proverbs is another symptom of narrow-mindedness ... What makes me furious is the inconsistency. say that something is wrong and exactly five minutes after pronouncing these words, being caught red-handed. assumptions are two: either you're suffering from one of those diseases that make you say one thing when you think another, or are deficient. But I want to clarify that anyone can make mistakes. a time not have it all: now I'm feeling down and I'm a victim because I want to be comforted, or, I did a good job and I wish everyone would notice, therefore, right, I'm proud of. happens that one is awake with the moon and sideways if take it all, with uscendosene lapidary phrases, and that's fine, we can stand. What I hate is the series. the superomismo, the victim, the sentenziosità and inconsistency should not be the numbers of each approach with other people.

gestures are stupid people do inadvertently, then I do not do justice to hate someone just for that, like put their fingers in the nose: OK, not very elegant, but I do too! hahaha!

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Are you going to Scarborough Fair?
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme Remember
me to one who lives there
He once was a true love of mine

Tell him to make me a cambric shirt
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
Without no seam nor needle work
Then he’ll be a true love of mine

 

Tell him to weave it   over a thorn
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme.
That never bore fruit since Adam was born
And then he’ll be a true lover of mine.

Have him wash it in yonder dry well
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
where water never sprung or drop of rain fell
And then he’ll be a true love of mine

 

Tell him to find me an acre of land
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
Between salt water and the sea strand
Then he’ll be a true love of mine

Have it plough it with a lamb’s horn

Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme,

And sow it all over with one peppercorn,

Then he’ll be a true love of mine.

 

Tell him to reap it with a sickle of leather
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
And gather it all in a bunch of heather
Then he’ll be a true love of mine

 

If he tells me he can’t, I’ll reply

Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme,

Let me know at least he will try,

Then he’ll be a true love of mine.

 

Love imposes impossible tasks,

Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme,

Though not more than any heart asks,

For I must know he’s a true love of mine.

Dear, When You Have thou finished thy task,

Parsley, sage rosemary and thyme,

Come to me, to ask for my hand,

For thou art a true love of mine.

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is said that anyone who finds a friend finds a treasure. not always the case, or at least hard to find friends who are in earnest. an English proverb says' A Friend in Need Is A Friend Indeed ', which more or less corresponds to Italian' the Friends are seen in their time of need '. raised on bread and the Walt Disney film, have always been fascinated by this sentence. fantasized that they consider my friends could call me a true friend, always available when all others are gone, good listener, wise counselor, etc. ... the qualities of his ideal we know them all and all a bit 'to try. that is why I always tried to behave well, hoping to receive similar treatment. Unfortunately for me, I had to slam his nose many times before you find true friends.

as con la stronza. la conosco da quando ero piccola, perché lei è la cugina della mia migliore amica dell’asilo (anche qui, un buco nell’acqua… deve essere un affare di famiglia). all’epoca la reputavo davvero antipatica, una rompiscatole falsa e bugiarda. le ho sempre girato alla larga. anche quando alle medie dovevo sedere per forza vicino a lei non le davo mai molta corda. tutti la detestavano e io non ero da meno. poi mi sono trasferita e sono diventata la sua vicina di casa. non so come sia stato possibile, ma abbiamo cominciato a frequentarci: lei era sempre a casa mia, io sempre a casa sua. ci scambiavamo i vestiti, ci confidavamo i nostri segreti (non che io ne abbia never had much ... my life is an open book), we give tips on makeup and wigs (do not know what I had to suffer to make her understand that the style drag queen is not exactly an ideal ... the attempt). has never been a monster of beauty, but growing up is vastly improved. this, together with a lot of self-consciousness has led to take some familiarity with the boys. I was an ugly duckling and I am (I'm still waiting to turn into a swan ...) and listen to his adventures entranced. I hoped with all of myself that I presented some of the friends of those great guys that the court did, I could not wait to go out with her and enter the fabulous world of his knowledge. in addition, I took everything that came from his little mouth was pure gold as poisonous. I believed everything. also to our friendship. Once, while chatting, I called my high school friends 'my friends' to let her know who I was referring. the bitch, beaten, makes me 'my friends. why do you say that? I'm not your friend? 'and I immediately reassure her, telling her that of course, she and I were friends, good friends. Some time later, with a straight face that with hindsight it seems amazing (I wonder how did I resist the idea of beat to a pulp ...) told me that she went out with me because I was a 'good girl' if she told her father that would come out with me, he let her go out more , willingly, because he knew he would not have happened with me no harm. mmm ... what kind words! So I was flattered. only after a long time, I realized that things were not really her place. I went out regularly with her and the guy on duty, giving satisfaction to underline his superiority to me, the poor reggimoccolo. I think all the stories, the phantasmagoric adventures that was telling me was true only in part: His only pleasure was to see me, crapped, submissive, adoring, and then laugh.

I was almost 18 when she started to bitch with my former team-mate averages. with the two of them, my sister and my two neighbors, brother and sister, we did quite a nice little group. went to dance and we will get to drink together. I had fun. Then one day, she comes out with a phrase that is carved in large letters in my memory and remain there forever. liaison commented that our neighbor had just set up with a girl. he is always been a little 'butterfly, but this time things were set. and I was happy for him, really. the bitch, 'but you think the two of them is a serious thing?'. I said 'why?'. 'But come on, he's a bitch ... iere, goes with everything!'. 'How did you do before you get with your boy! if you did you do to stay with one person, why can not he? 'I said, and still a bit' I'm amazed. 'I do not do so.' 'Yes, instead, I know. 'From that day he avoided more and more. may not have memory of all the intrigues which had made me a witness? possible that he even thought that being able to obtain a stable relationship with a guy make me think of being in the presence of a holy virgin? it could also have slipped on like fresh water, it was not offensive to me. but frrase (since I'm a listen carefully, as it should be every friend) has reawakened the little 'that still possessed of dignity and inspired me to recover the rest.

months after the bitch broke up with the guy, or better, was pitifully dumped him. I have not even thought to go and console. death of a pope if he makes another. I have not heard more, in spite of clothes in front of me. I will not be more use to anyone.

perhaps a careful analysis could lead to think that my friend from comportamneto not exactly ideal, at least I owed her an explanation. and this I can not give harm to no one. the only thing I blame is not to have had the courage to tell her face in what is now I'm writing here. but one reason I have it. not long after it was released it was a bitch rifidanzata with a guy for whom I had had a crush on, miraculously vanished after realizing that the pretty little head contained nothing more than a bird's brain. let me know at all costs believing that he still has the power to hurt me, he phoned me. after this talk, I'm gone from his life, giving her the last appropraite to think of me humiliated. I let her have the satisfaction of believing that I angry with her because she was able to blow my boy. will never attempt to make her understand that this is not the case. Ignorance is the worst of vengeance, and certainly do not want to behave like her. after all, a person like to do is this.

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when the balances are about to end, a nostalgic tear drops on my cheek ...

every year when the sales start, I can not make a mental list of all the things I would buy (list fulfilling unfortunately only in part ...). not in normal times do not buy anything I do shopping before Christmas, after Christmas, after the epiphany, before Easter, after Easter, in June, July, August, September, October for my birthday in November ... any excuse to scialaquare . I fear I have is a spendthrift. I am sick of a deadly virus. the grandmother so dear give me € 50? I know now how to make them disappear, I was not even a magician.

once bought a lot of books. since they are very round is a bit 'hard to get my ass in those huge cigarette pants that I love them, then I consoled myself with food for the soul. this until I had to face the reality that my wardrobe, as well as being pitifully out of the oven, it contained only hideous monsters in the history of clothing. I knew I needed a lot shopping. but to do much shopping I would need a lot of money ... even those have not arrived or appeared as if by magic in my pocket; patience. but now, every time I pass in front of a window, I hear a voice that tempts me. as has happened with my green shoes. I walked to my town when I stopped in front of my favorite shoe store. they were there, green, beautiful, highly polished. I believe I have been motionless with his mouth open for several minutes before you start thinking about how to gather enough sum. had to be mine! the little voice in my head shouting hysterically temptress. I left the window, telling myself that I had to resist, I did not have money ... a few weeks later I came out beaming from the store, the green shoes in the bag. daemon shopping won ... I do not have to be a prey so exciting, do not oppose much resistance ... but with the accessories is easy. I do not even try a bag, that is: put the arm to see how I am and make it look like we have to think about, when in fact I would like instantly. with the shoes I just find the number. 37. foot fairy. supporting a body of the whale. My cousin (who for the record 46 and the door is high on the meters and 90) asks how can I stand ... good question. however, I find the shoes. are the pants that I find it hard to find. I do not know more than the port size! each line has its own measures rather arbitrary: I sometimes think that those who designed the mental models has serious shortcomings ... Oh well, anyway I can not go around naked ... then literally go crazy in the balances of purchase obsessive-compulsive disorder. I believe that many of the monsters locked up in my closet are the consequence of this. likely, when with the phantom income that day seems far away I will have to earn the costs for children, food bereave me personally, not to abandon the purchase. perhaps this could be the solution to not have problems entering a pair of slim trousers ...

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omnia vincit amor

not be fooled by the silly title (love overcomes all obstacles). are not an incurable romantic (I am healed years ago from this often fatal disease). perhaps they are relentlessly optimistic? I think so.

however, one must explain the title I chose. I do now. I have the uneasy feeling that some sort of black mark identifihi spinsters. six spinster? omioddio, omioddio, omioddio. people make certain faces, horrible grimaces. I know from experience: the facciazze I've seen hundreds. but for me it is not a problem, the 'old maid'. live well, like everyone else, I dare say. here then that explains the title: Who makes you the fool when you say you're a spinster, thinks that there is only one kind of love, Her & Him. the lovebirds. to be clear, what moves the seas and mountains. the same people do not know or do not want to admit that love, like truth, is not one. a spinster is not a he, it is true, but will have to orient more towards their feelings. because not all maids are like the witch from Snow White, at least not young. we are often much, much more loving partner who has it, but behaves as if it were not (any resemblance to real people is purely coincidental ...)

fortunately there are several categories of people, so not all react the same way when the old maid 'guilty' is coming out. Bellon who does not know the words single strabuzzerà eyes for sure, but we have to know his opinion, probably does not even know what it means to the idea of 'being together' and is coupled mostly for fear of loneliness. agent double, then immediately launches into a sea of proposals: his face will not make a turn to hear the word taboo, but now the folds of his gray matter will begin to fry and more thrilled to find the pair ; for you in the strange menagerie that is his group of friends, while the poor do not know that a divine law prohibits this kind of thing and that a punishment style plague of Egypt awaits those who violate the ban. there is an unclassifiable category of those who will say 'good, you're a thousand times better', although a couple of millennia. moth which eats their brains? if you're better spring only your half, right? Set a good example! in reality these people will never follow the advice they offer, the series 'preach well but scratching evil', because if it is true that on this earth there is a man for every seven or so women, these foxes they know how to leave their other male competitors come forward, cutting them out of contention for the continuity of the human species. Who would not comment and do not make faces is certainly worthy of praise, but very few people who act like this. are intelligent people, who understand that a spinster will have good reason to be (personal choice, choice of others, indecision for plenty of opportunities - which incidentally is not my case). This includes both boys and girls, although my experience has taught me that the latter still prefer to speak rather than remain silent, moving involuntarily in other categories even if they are smart people.

there are also those who hear the word single, pointing antennas, sniff the air with his tongue, like snakes. do not know that single is not synonymous with 'readily available'. there are those who believe that you are the idiot in office who is angry with the male gender, and you do not have it with males in general, but especially with that idiot. once a boy told me he knew also that I was going to have a boy, but also believed that when he got the right guy for me, obviously presenting itself as 'the guy' (also This story of the boy's right or wrong that makes me laugh ...) I also would have liked to be with someone. I do not know if this statement compare to the discovery of hot water or the obviousness of content. Who talks like that is believed heir to Nostradamus. Stop it!

however, I did all this beautiful turn of phrase to say: if you feel alone because the rest of the world seems to be engaged in a great dance of courtship, there is no need to give in to thoughts melancholy entertaining the idea of suicide. I understand that it can tear down some, Virtual I hope, because it would be both / harmony the protagonist's last novel you read, but in all honesty, really stand up a story like that? I just do not!

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'm here in front of the blue screen of the computer and think about what I write ... without being boring. it's hard not to be on days like these! why should I tell? The application may also remain unanswered ...

a blog should be a kind of virtual diary, no? to keep updated on the basis of ... what? why should I update? why should I keep it? I have a card, pretty, with a big bow (you should see it, a diary of love), which is the mold on a shelf of the desk, there are many times that I take in hand. it happens that you look lost and think for hours what it's for that bell'albumino with a bow, the pages in rice paper, dry leaves on the cover, before remembering that yes, it's my diary!

I've had a lot in the past, many were not like that now. the former had anti-theft padlock and keys attached double, as if someone was intending to violate the secrets of a little girl of 6, 7 years ... who knows what secrets would ... could be because the conditional use on those diaries there either ... so I wrote the padlock and the keys were absolutely useless. the only diary I ever wrote seriously lasted three years, which means that the frequency with which posavo pen to paper was zero. the poor little book has heard of cooked and raw. mostly moaning teen confessions ... mica red light. sometimes boring days writing reports or lists of my votes. that interesting life, you will think with acid irony. I think so too.

rileggessi happened to him even when he was in service, the diary. I laughed at times like crazy, other times I was ashamed by itself, others thought I had absolutely right or absolutely wrong to have. Sometimes I think I could have simply made up things to write, I would have excited a little bit more and maybe one day my wonderful diary could have been given to the press and become a best seller ... but please ... and if a tomorrow, a hundred years and whistles (I make account to live very, very long ...) with the brain dall'Alzheimer eaten, I had to reread my 'secrets' and discovered that he faced many adventures of this world, and we had believed? I would go around telling one thousand idiocies. some may argue that a healthy pinch of insanity is always a dear great-grandmother in sympathy, but I do not think it's true ...

in short, I always told the truth to my diary, despite the possibility of cheating, with a confidant of paper, is offered on a silver platter. a secret diary has one and the same author, which tells the events from his own point of view. spares no reviews. claims to be victim when maybe it's a petty murderer. I admit that I too have succumbed to the seduction of the victim, but that taste test, if our confidant have no voice to compatible? ... is paper admits to not having saved up for review and comments ... very nice ... but a diary is secret: those interested will have to go over my dead body! but I kept a diary more than anything to psychoanalyze myself and my behavior. not that he eventually had some noteworthy result ... but I gained the ability to draw a fairly accurate profile about me. and the portrait that emerges is by no means flattering. with myself are always very unkind ...

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Spirit Day

Originally posted by neo_prodigy at Spirit Day

 


It’s been decided. On October 20th, 2010, we will wear purple in honor of the 6 gay boys who committed suicide in recent weeks/months due to homophobic abuse in their homes at at their schools. Purple represents Spirit on the LGBTQ flag and that’s exactly what we’d like all of you to have with you: spirit. Please know that times will get better and that you will meet people who will love you and respect you for who you are, no matter your sexuality. Please wear purple on October 20th. Tell your friends, family, co-workers, neighbors and schools.

RIP Tyler Clementi, Seth Walsh (top)
RIP Justin Aaberg, Raymond Chase (middle)
RIP Asher Brown and Billy Lucas. (bottom)

REBLOG to spread a message of love, unity and peace.

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Make time for people and then what? When you need someone you're alone.
The world in my eyes is like the tower of Pisa, wrong. It's all wrong, I look around and I am always in mind you are going to get worse. I think if I were born a couple of years ago I would have found far better, like the 70 or 80, those were the days are suitable for me. But now we circodanti by people who sucks, you suck. The people there have always been real nasty, but lately have been multiplied by a thousand. I feel far away from what should be my generation, and never stop to say I'm happy not to be as them. Ok, anyway enough with the usual story that are different blablabla, if not become monotonous and seem worse than un'emo depressed. I'm going to go eat a pizza.

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say that there is a time for everything. A time to laugh, a time to piengere, maybe I'm an exception to the rule because there is only time in my life of disappointment and negative feelings. Now she does not want to sound depressed, misunderstood, which can not be happy, fortunately, are not depressed, even though there is anything to laugh about, well, I laugh at me because if I look behind me there are people that has real problems in comparison to mine, which are due only to adolescence, a period that all describe as the most 'difficult. Lately I've figured out the problem of my state of mind. For so long I pretended to be what they are not, imitating others, my supposed friends. I was missing, making another person. But one day I realized that I did not want to be, and I decided to do what I want, not what others want, be myself. Personally I'm fine, I enjoy what I am, but apparently they did not like. I feel strange, just because I do not think just to get out and stay all day to find me STRANGE . I have said all sorts in recent months, living in a world only my own, that is a fool, I listen to crappy music deafening ...... The beauty is that I am surrounded by people like that, there's one who understands me. I want to run away from quiiiiii .... . _. "

Ah .. welcome in my journal! xD

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