Mars, a excited planet.

Since my last post, a lot of things happened to me. Good things, bad things. About the bad ones, I’m not sure if I want to talk about it, I’m too tired of this shit. But about good stuff that happened to me… Ok, let’s go. My Canon Rebel EOS T3 finally arrived! It is with my Dad, today I’m gonna get it today. Oh boy, I’ll improve my photography skill and film in HD! Aw yeah.

And I’m thinking about ask Mom a eletronic drum. Seriously, drum is my oldest passion. Oh, yes, my birthday is close. January 31. That’s why so many cool things. I love my birthday. Hehe. 

Oh, and great news: I’ll be part of a cineclub. YAY.

So, yeah, future is here. This year I’ll dadicate myself to things I love. Cinema, photography, music, skateboard, literature, culture, my girlfriend. 

Today, Mars is sunny again.  

New year, old shoes.

How could I think that 2012 would be a good year? Perhaps I was drunk. I know, it’s too soon to talk about 2012 damage (because, in fact, they don’t exist, yet). After midnight, I started to think about how fucked up things will still be. 

I’m not sure if I can describe in words (or describe at all) what exactly I’m feeling now (and I don’t even want to try).

After all, new year, old shoes. 

I miss the old good times.

I’m in vacations, I want some fun. I want a good camera to entertain me, funny movies to make me laugh, rides in city afternoon, feel the breeze in the city nights… I miss when I was kid and played imaginary adventures all day long. I miss skateboarding, I miss guitar lessons, I miss the old-not-stupid-mom. 

I know it’s not a permanent condition, I know I could be changing this situation right now, but, wait, I’m writing in my tumblr. I guess I spend too much time complaining than thinking about solutions. 

I’ll try to take my tiny ass out of this house. 

Jared Leto, Y U NO GET OLDER

Yesterday Jesus was born. Today Jared Leto was born. Don’t know about Jesus, but Jared still hot. 

International Christmas

Me and mom. We are going to Bolivia, yay. Wish you all a Merry Christmas and… Yes, peace and love and blabla. 

Signs of intelligent life on Mars.

Tonight, I was watching a documentary about the beginning of the universe and started to think by myslef. 

You know, when we put things under a microscope, there is the atomic world and the subatomic world, where things can materialize out of nowhere. Just like in the Big Bang theory, you know? Where the entire universe was compressed into a little place full of energy and suddenly everything exploded and turned the universe as we know today.

I wonder, if we are part of a subatomic world of something bigger than us? As worms and other microscopic things. Maybe, the universe seems infinite because we are too small. Maybe we are only particles in the eyes of someone or something bigger than our unvierse.

I think someone has already developed this theory (maybe even better than me), but still nice think about this stuff. 

I regret that last post.

Sometimes, things in my life surprise me. When I think the worse can happen, things just get easier for me to handle. 

I am a lucky one, I guess

How to lose all your friends.

I should make an tutorial, because, God, I’m good in this! Ok, it’s not that I want it, but just happens. My only (girl) friend doesn’t call me or text me… She don’t even send me emails. Last night I had a nightmare, she was dead in my dream and the only thing I could do was cry. 

I am in that ship Matt Bellamy was talking about in ‘Starlight’: “The ship is taking me far away, far away from the memories of the people who care if I live or die”. This ship is called Me. I totally understand that the one who get back from people it’s me; at the same time I get closer with people who doesn’t care about me. 

Fuck, I wish I could fix it. 

American Horror Story

WHAT A FREAKY THING. Seriously, it is not scary, but this is fucking with my head. Psycho issues. I don’t know if they are dead or just psychopaths. My new addiction. There is one thing I don’t like in American Horror Story, it’s called: Dylan McDermott. He worked with Kristen Stewart once on “The Messengers” and guess what… He was a father and husband in a haunted house.

They say Kstew has no facial expression, I say Dylan McDermott can suck my imaginary dick. 

Sadness (or vacations, both are the same to me).

So, it’s not that I don’t like vacations, but the fact is… I always get sad. And it’s not that I don’t like sadness, I LOVE sadness. Sadness it’s my personal paradise; full of loneliness, quiet songs and deep thoughts. But it is sad. 

I guess I need someone to take care of me, I can’t handle it by myself. A friend, a lover, both.