"It 's very Celtic."
"What?"
"This song."
"It all references Celtic."
I'm a Doctor of plus or minus five days and still do not quite understand what that means.
have three days to reference this post and tell myself that I would sum it up, write, words to realize all that has happened.
am three days that my mind swings dangerously between two people, M & T, M & T, without understanding what he wants to seriously. Or rather, what I really know very well. Come on, Matthew is perfect, what else is there to say? But Tom is tender, caring, sweet, would be a crushing nail nail fantastic. So why can not I let go?
pull the hand brake suddenly, when the situation heats up more, I stopped short and I become impatient. I restrain myself because for me all this kissing and hugging, however beautiful, is too in relation to the timing of the report. And 'soon, damn early, and though I want to listen to my body that continues to whisper to let go, I can not. I can not because my brain is split in two: on the one hand there is the rational thinking from twenties 'what do you care, take off as the whim and will have to go', on the other neuron and scapoccia shouting 'yes, but if you go wrong? Then as we stay? '.
I pestered the poor Sbrilli all weekend with this story I think after this stroke of intravenous Paturnie will not want to know me for quite a while 'time.
Saturday night we were at the beach. Saturday night we drank alcohol and ate apple pie, sitting on the wet towels while we waited for the hair to dry.
Saturday night for the first time I had a bath in the dark with my friends who were afraid to enter because the water was cold. Saturday night I became Edward Cullen, or the woman who sbrilluccicava of happiness for a reason that in reality would not even exist.
My problem is that Edward became only at a given time, only in specific situations and I can not control myself. What idiot paradox, mh? With Thomas and pull the handbrake, however, when I'm not able to keep me at bay and let myself go completely. I know very well what it means to all of this, but I refuse to look at the issue in the face, because I would go to me in the foot, although right now I'm actually digging the grave, millimeter by millimeter.
Changing argument and go back to my degree, which is better.
Friday morning, woke up at seven. I get dressed, I put the heels trying not to make noise, go out with the
get there and where is that monster father must come after, thank you that there was already my friend Ale, otherwise the poor would have found me Salo Read the complete hysteria. As cazzeggiano arrived and my other friends, the time passed. Entry into the third dimension by stoned and anxiety, well thanks to the doors of the famous panel, I felt called to treason in Teachers' Room and are supposed to come.
Now, I do not say why I did that and then m'รจ past the anxiety and everything, but seriously.
SERIOUSLY.
have been ten minutes (three and a half, according to my perception) in which my Rapporteur / Chairman of the Committee presented to me, then let me say a few words in English, three in Italian, let me make a claim that among other things had nothing to do with my thesis smear and say "Okay, for me is enough." To which I wanted to say, "enough but that old, that I have not even started?". But no, of course, I went out and then come back and I took that rag wheel with 106 written on it, 1 & 6 = 7 = Nana, so all's well that ends well, cheers and kisses and more.
We went in the tank and of course I have had to swim. I'm still alive, so I'd say so can you, when it will be. Many flowers and a trolley FUCHSIA (not pink, its PINK!) Later, we went to lunch and there began my full fifth dimension stoned to graduate. Stoned that in truth includes harassing Salo with my problems, take them out to dinner and get a popsicle, go half on Saturday afternoon to understand what I had to buy alcohol and call a thousand people to understand, I thank my girls who organized and has also addressed what else I would have stayed completely changing \u0026lt;3
I will not tell you that there was fun that night, the laughter and the torches and Disney songs accompanied by a bongo playing the same melody.
Ringrazio tutti i presenti, davvero. Prometto che domani cercherò di risolvere tutte queste mega pippe mentali e trarne qualcosa di buono. <3
