It's like I've been a great time watching the list of available emotions, and, despite everything, I have not decided on any specific. Anyway.
This week has been like living with one foot in a dream and another by dragging the conscious part of me that strives to stay awake. That is, I've stayed in every suitable occasion to do so. And somehow my mind is as paused. No particular academic level (which also, as and the like), but because, for example, that forgetting things repeatedly. I leave objects on the sites. I have to do constant inventory of what I carry and what not for fear of having any belongings left behind. I am forced to walk half diagonally left me runningpractical book and the screenplay of the same (7.85 € in the print shop of the faculty, la la la ...) in a coffee shop about three hours earlier. And perhaps ~.
Although I have many reasons to be happy about, so I decided not to overwhelm me and worry about what is really important (like being miserable object of a robbery at the bar of the unit that took my notes of the semester and my high school school book - bastards, scum, bastards ...!-). It's funny how everything changes unpredictably. Or something. But I'm happy. Very happy.
And because I have a preview of the new song by Hikaru Utada, This is Love. It's like every piece that comes out of his mind, hands, voice is capable of driving leveras and gears inside. Each change of pace, each dramatic action of the tune, every instrument in the background, every inflection of her voice, everything. This resonates within me in a way that I can not express. In this case, a futuristic base and background vocals almost histrionic melodies accompany a desperate, quick, changeable, which takes your breath away and leaves a second break. The force with which Hikaru transmits its own vision of love (she says "a mix of calm and anxiety") helps to make a song of great power and rhythmic drama. I can not describe very well what I feel, but I love it. And of course, this does not help to wait for the whole album more bearable.
I am reading a new book quand my parents bought me for Sant Jordi, Norwegian Wood, by Haruki Murakami. And yes, I'm reading it in English, against my unwritten and never confessed to not reading a book in English that comes from an Anglophone writer. But the option to read Japanese was not too flattering, so I guess I can make an exception. Which reminds me I have to read more in Castilian. Which reminds me that tomorrow I have an English test to recognize elective credits as I'm studying English in a formal. Which reminds me that soon I have the consideration of Proficency. Which reminds me that as I agree with a review of the unit. How cool is everything. I think we'd better stop thinking ~ XD. In eitherier if the book I'm enjoying it. The simplicity of the narrative is balanced by the intriguing storyline and use of descriptive images that serve well the task of adding color. I have to finish to give my opinion. And then the book is morbid Lina ~ ~.
Funny how lately I find myself taking stock of my life, and the people who compose it. About everything I've done, and all they have done for me. I do not know how to explain it, but I usually feel with indifference as to things (like a black hole that swallows everything and diluted), not always present. I feel things more intensely, and also react with more intensity, if only inside. I guess it's normal.
