"You become who you want to become. Who you try to become. You're not what destiny choses for you. You try hard. Smile about every single detail around you. Make the friends you want; those who you will love and will love you without exceptions. Live the life you want, and you'll see how you finally become the happiest girl on Earth."

Although we complain about the rain outside our windows, I find it quite inspiring. Lately, the weather in Barcelona sucks. But just now I realized I had been sitting in my desk staring outside the window for almost 10 minutes. And Olivia is in Barcelona, and Gaby is getting here on Friday. But the rain outside sucks. We were planning on going to the mountain again, since we haven't gone since summer. But I guess the weather wants everyone else to be here too.

At The Bottom of Everything

So there was this woman and she was on an airplane, and she was flying to meet her fiancé seaming high above the largest ocean on planet earth. She was seated next to this man she had tried to start conversations, but the only thing she had really heard him say was to order his Bloody Mary. She was sitting there and she was reading this really arduous magazine article about a third world country that she couldn’t even pronounce the name of. And she was feeling very bored and despondent. And then suddenly there was this huge mechanical failure and one of the engines gave out, and they started just falling thirty-thousand feet, and the pilots on the microphone and he’s saying “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, oh my god... I'm sorry” and apologizing. And she looks at the man and says “Where are we going?” and he looks at her and he says “We’re going to a party. It’s a birthday party. It’s your birthday party. Happy birthday darling. We love you very, very, very, very, very, very, very much.” And then he starts humming this little tune, it kind of goes like this: 1, 2, 1, 2, 3, 4...


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qikRcAiCtKM

I haven't written on this thing in a really long time. It seemed like I didn't really have anything to say. Life just went on. Things changed, people were always missing, and places seemed different. I feel like everything around me brang memories back. Even the smallest detail in a gift shop in barcelona, or a lighter, or postcards, or parks where we would sit down and chill with the people we care about. And it's not like I don't have any of that anymore, because I do. But I'm missing lot's of things. And I guess things couldn't go that well for too long. Everything seemed too fine lately. And i guess I'm having a breakdown now. And school isn't helping at all.

A Man From Argentina / Billy the Vision and The Dancers