...not academically though, but tired of the people in my faculty.

Recommend me things to read, people. I think I have read everything you recommended me - that I could find, of course. (I haven't watched everything you told me to watch because you know my internet.)

Well, today make exactly 200 years that my country is independent from Spain. So happy birthday, country! (And yes, my country is small and poor so International media aren't exactly noticing this.) The celebrations here have been AMAZING.

Also, am I the only one who wants to hit her face on her desk when a new Feministe's post comes out? Really, that site has being uber frustrating and faily lately. About everything.

I started classes, and it will be a shitty semester again. Just letting you know.

My mood is... bleh. I'm so bleh at everything. Probably because I start classes again on Monday and I know that will leave me with no live again.

SO THIS IS REC POST AGAIN. Rec me something, anything. &hearts

My head hurts. D:

I will lie if I say this year started good; without any family drama, or dogs with bleeding tumors (it has been like, what, two days?). It's good I'm not superstitious or believe in any of those stuffs.

I want to watch Black Lagoon, damn it.

I also read Kuroshitsuji up to the last chapter. My thoughts: don't bother.

( Spoiler are... confusing. I don't lose hope for this )

Chapter 13: ( I TAKE BACK EVERYTHING BAD I THOUGHT ABOUT THIS MANGA )

Reading comments about this manga at MangaFox makes my head hurt. Dear God.

Today my teacher, a woman of fifty-something with a PhD, talked a lot about random shit, said, "but it's not because I believe in that stupidity about classes differences and stuff, no, no one gives you anything, the poor is the poor, the rich is the rich..." and then, after more random things said something like, "because I'm a humanist." Or something.

All of this in class called, "Methodology of Radioisotopes."

This will be a long, long semester.

ETA: Also, I'm always loving folks in this country who seem to live in alternative realities. Because you have to be something to be working in a health area here and say shit like that. ("Something" meaning lots of things. For all I know this woman could be very into the politics of health departments, meaning money, but some things she said confused me. I guess I'm going to have a whole semester to figure it out! Yaaaay!)

Las clases empezaron pero no empezaron porque muy primera semana y no hay nada (al menos para mi nivel), me fui para la clase de las 8 con un frío de mierda, dicha clase por supuesto no había, tuve a quedarme en el centro de estudiantes (a esperar que me confirmen que la siguiente clase tampoco iba a haber) donde se veía ese programa ese de Tinelli del baile, mientras la gente a mi lado despedazaba la vida privada de la gente de la farándula que, al mismo tiempo, se despedazaban entre ellos en un programa de baile.

Alguien hágame un lavado de cerebro. O mejor, un lavado de ser.

My PSU has burn out, people. I'm writing from the laptop with the shitty keyboard. I don't think I will be showing up much today.

My car was robbed. My sister went to the doctor, and when she finished her date, the car wasn't there.

Then the guy called me, told me, "hello Miss [My name], I have your car, we are all cops, so if you want it back you have to give us 5.000.000," the guy knew that my sister called the 911, and that she still hadn't give them the number plate.

He then texted me a lot. But the car won't be good for selling, not even will be of use to make robberies because it's a slow automatic car. They probably are going to abandon it at some place. It's really only good for extortions (that's probably why they called me a lot and left a number). So I ignored them.

But you know. FML.

Y. Se jugó bien, eso es lo que importa.

Ja'e chupe.

Anyway, people, I can't answer comments even if I want to. I feel bad for some reason when I don't answer comments, or entries. But I can't. :(

I drank a cup of coffee (I never drink coffee) because I wanted to be awake to study all night and else, but now I'm chipper, can't stop having fandom theories about shonen manga of arguable quality, and want to write Suzuki Adelheid/Enma Kozato fanfic exploring their relationship: her as a cool, calmed and emotional superior warrior, and his bodyguard.

If only I could write in English and not, like, have an exam in ten days.

Also, people. I'm very disappointed. In you.

You had to remind me to write about football while I was free, and now I see Eto'o half-naked and flirting with Sulley Muntari, and think, "oh shut, right." And I think other things also. Not related to football. But it's all your fault.

People, first of all, I need to go on hiatus badly. Let's just say I have a Biochemistry final the 22th and I have been slacking like there is no tomorrow. I shouldn't look at mi computer until then. Like not even pass in front of it. But since I know you are laughing now (if you aren't, why aren't you?), I will just say that if you see me here, kick me. Please.

Thank you, Reborn, for delaying my hiatus with your emotional manipulation!

( Reborn 293 actual chapter. My heart will go on )

I think a two weeks hiatus will be good for me if I can get aways from this (meaning Reborn's) fadom. Yes, because apparently I don't have enough with LJ's fandom, I also spend my free time roaming in fanboys-dominated forums. Why? Because you should know by now I'm a masochist. I just do the weirdest shit to myself.

.........Why, Reborn. Why when I just have to study for finals. So not funny.

( Reborn 293 )

So, uhm, Claymore has been removed from OneManga.

Man, this was exactly what I was fearing, it was Claymore the first thing that went to my mind with this Shueisha thing. Because Claymore doesn't have the western fanbase Naruto/Bleach/Reborn/Whatever has. And it's my baby. Damn it.

(I hope it comes back soon, damn you USA's publishers who, you know, got my money in the past. But not anymore. Because I don't have it anyway, but whatever. The point is: if I had it, I wouldn't give it to them.)

Look at me, I have a test eight in the morning.

Anoche se fue la luz en mi casa cuando coloreaba una Chrome que no guardé por enésima vez. El universo trata de decirme algo.

En otras noticias, las clases empezaron hoy. Acabo de llegar a casa. Ah, el gozo de clases de 12 horas, tener tarea para mañana, examen el martes, y esperar 2 horas por una fotocopia en medio de un calor desesperante. Dios, creo que moriría si esa semana de vacaciones que tuve hubiera durado un día más. La tortura no me hubiese dejado vivir.

I'm grumpy, frustrated, so not wanting to deal with people right now. But I don't know if hunting for fic is even worth it.

Why, why is purple prose getting so popular these days?

I just want to read a some fic that doesn't make my head hurt with so much... flowery and descriptions that don't even make sense.

The "andate a la mierda humanidad" tag is not about this. It's about white rich cis liberals. Always. In any part of the world. So don't ask.

People, I'm taking a pause today with the daily posts because my exam is on Monday and I still have a lot to study. If I go ahead with this, I will try to make it up tomorrow.

I fail.

Tsubasa, I know you don't love me like I love you, the time taught me how to accept that, but at least you could have had the decency to not end a day before my P-Chem exam.

Damn.

By the way, people, I'm not reading spoilers. I know they are there. I'm not reading them.