( i me mine )

4.6.08

I love 'em

Today it feels like a different air (again), my eye doesn't hurt :) and everybody was protesting 4 something ¬¬ OMFG! that truck drivers and their fuckin' horn!. Math should be respected even if they don't deserve. Again cleaning garbage from my beloved classmate (how hate u bitches).

In general the morning was quite boring. First.. math, BOOOORING!! - had a homework and, as usual, i didn't xd. Physical, not so boring :) I'm understanding a little! if you learn to love them, also will want you ;) lol. Recess, cleaning ¬¬. English, I COULD COMMIT SUICIDE ON A WEDNESDAY IF NOT FOR MY BELOVED ENGLISH!!.

I returned to my house, lunch, I saw a little of Dr. House (chapter repeated) and I went back to school. Technology, I'm failing :/ got a 1.0:) xDD not handed a work ¬¬. Religion, got a 7.0 :DD. Recess, a dove confused me with his bath. Failed its objective! ^^

Nothing more to say .. I think.

Tomorrow got a music test :S I'm a little nervous, but I know that my guitar love me as much as I love it!

Tomorrow i'll tell you about it :)

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Mientras mi guitarra dulcemente llora.

I look at you all, see the love there that's sleeping; While my guitar gently weeps; I look at the floor and I see it needs sweeping; Still my guitar gently weeps; I don't know why nobody told you how to unfold your love; I don't know how someone controlled you; They bought and sold you.
I look at the world and I notice it's turning; While my guitar gently weeps; With every mistake we must surely be learning; Still my guitar gently weeps; I don't know how you were diverted; You were perverted too; I don't know how you were inverted; No one alerted you.
I look at you all see the love there that's sleeping; While my guitar gently weeps; Look at you all...Still my guitar gently weeps.

Blanca Reina.

So sad her eyes smiling dark eyes; So sad her eyes as it began; On such a breathless night as this; Upon my brow the lightest kiss; I walked alone. And all around the air did sway; My lady soon will stir this way; In sorrow known.
The white queen walks; And the night grows pale; Stars of lovingness in her hair; Heeding unheard pleading one word.
So sad my eyes she cannot see; How did thee fare, what have thee seen; The mother of the willow green; I call her name.
And 'neath her window have I stayed; I loved the footsteps that she made; And when she came.
White queen, how my heart did ache; And dry my lips, no word would make; So still I wait.
My goddess hear my darkest fear; I speak too late; It's for evermore that I wait; Dear friend goodbye; No tears in my eyes; So sad it ends as it began.