I just don't get it. I can't tell what the hell I feel towards Chelsea. I don't know if she really likes me. She came yesterday and a lot of things happened, however, nothing that cleared my mind. I couldn't sleep almost all my last night because of that.And now she is leaving. Don't know if it will be forever or no, so I must do what I should have done since a lot of time ago. You, my dear reader, proably already know what I am talking about, so I won't bother mentioning it.

On another news, I went to the Youth Employment Summit last wednesday. There was some interesting conferences, however, most of it, sucked. I went representing my school along with a couple of friends (which reminds me I must start reading The Da Vinci Code), and I wonder myself how in hell I got there.

But thursday was different. I went to visit the beautiful city of Xalapa, and it was great, as I was there the whole day. Too bad I had to go back to school the next day, and that I forgot to tell Chelsea to come with me.

Anyway, I am starting to be on a diet. I am getting fat, and that is something I can't tolerate.

Btw, I must learn to organize my ideas.

I've got some time to post something.

I talk *way* too much. Or perhaps it is the opposite, I do not speak enough. Or heck, even better, I spit a lot of stuff, but not what I should. Yeah, i think it's that.

Remember Chelsea? Well, I still care about her, a damn lot. I can't even describe how much happiness this human brings to my person.At this point of my life, her, Bruno (my lovable 7 months old nephew), and Caleb (my dog, properly named...Dog!) are the three persons (my dog does count as a person for me, bite me for my criteria) that make me smile every time I wake up. A Holy Trinity of sorts? Who knows...

Tomorrow will probably be a good day, as I can wake up until 8:30 a.m., unlike my ever traditional 5:30 a.m. I love that my Finances proffesor is a very busy person :)

I actually forgot what was I going to say about talking too much (I got 3 phone calls as I was writing this entry, don't expect me to remember what did I originally had in mind with this), but I think I will be posting further quite soon. This saturday will be sweet.

Currently Playing Astrud Gilberto's Finest Hour By Astrud Gilberto see related

So I guess I should update my beautiful journal/weblog/whatever. And what's best for an update than a rant? While life is a divine treasure at times, it can turn so irritating as well.

This time my rant is about my worst enemy: myself. It is frustrating to fight an opponent you can't beat.

What's the problem with my own person you ask, dear reader? Well, I talk too much. I say things i fucking shouldn't. And the best thhing about it is that i don't notice it until it is too late.

I won't go in detail as to what exactly happened, as there is a messy backstory I don't feel telling (yeah, why do a fucking have an e-journal then? only God knows...). I'll just tell it has something to do with someone I have started to care about. I don't even know how much this person (whom I'll refer as Chelsea) cares about me, but I'd like to think Chelsea likes people that can keep a secret.

I have been so sensitive lately, I don't know why. Maybe it has to do with stress beforehand, insomnia, and my inability to publicly express my true feelings.

Add to this the fact that someone I don't care about anymore has been apparently interested in my person. In some other cases, I'd be happy that someone thinks about me, but this just isn't the case. And I don't know how to deal with this situation without hurting someone that will certainly not be me. Ick

I need to dinner, have a good weeked, reader.

Oh, and in case you are an american, my condolences for today. I can't believe it's been already 3 years since then.