So everything has been going more smoothly these past few weeks. I've been trying to draw and write and see friends and I've been spending a lot of time with my boyfriend which makes me happy to say the least. After the whole "we've got to talk" we just didn't I kept expecting that he would bring it up but he didn't and we just had a nice time and then more and more nice times and he kept saying...

So my boyfriend has told me that he needs a little bit of space right now. Which doesn't freak me out as much as the words "need time", but still does freak me out a bit. I am having this nerveous meltdown that he obviously doesn't know about by the way... His grandfather just died and I am well aware that he need space and time to mourn and I know that he is just like that to grief on his own,...

I've figured that a way to pull me out of this "thing" (as we are going to call my minor depression) is to start talking about the many things that actually bother me and that I've been keeping quiet about because well people tend to feel not so comfortable around you when you are breaking down or being a "bitch".First and foremost I have to be honest about my relationship, it is really hard on me...

I never quite thought that I would come back to this site, I used to come here when I was a teenager and it meant a lot to me but well life moves on, don't we all? However right now this is the only space that I find appropriate to express my current situation, no one that I know will read this and hence I can speak about it without feeling guilty or awkward about it.I has been months since I've...

Of everything I used to be, all my music, all my poetry, all my ideals, they are waste in nothing. I wanna love none, but who I used to, I wanna dream none but what I dreamt off, every nightmare has flown out my head and I'm left with nothing."When youa re gone, be gone forever""Kharma kharma kharma chameleon"...Everyday i step away and away from that ageless poet I used to be, I do liek myself...

I've just broken up with my boyfriend of 10 months, almost a year... It hurts like hell and I was the one who took the decision.I miss him immensely and sometimes I pretty much forget exactly why I did this, if he was so cute, love me so much, care for me, if he did everything for me...It was because I was no longer able to be in a relationship with him, because the fissures had become cracks that...

I'm having exams and tomorrow it's physics I can't seem to study for my life!!! I'm so distracted and I can't focus, I'm so gonna flunk... I hate maths, physics and chemistry, everything else is so damn easy, you just need to think alittle and bang solved, but here there are formulas and absolute results, I don't like that AT ALL. I'm just ranting but yeah.I've been trying to write again, for a...

Absinthe mythLucila Patricia Sandoval HerreraResearch projects.This essay is going to deal with absintheMy subject of research deals around the social myths and facts that revolve around the commonly known drug and beverage: Absinthe. Referred also as Absenta, or Ajenjo, in different regions of the world.My hypothesis is that based on the general information circling in social groups relating to...

Is that you don't pray for it, you get it done...This my new poster (one of them lot) for one of my new stories : Tout l'art du mondeWhich translates into : All the art in the world...It's a story about art and freedoma dn what revolution means in a Paris quarter up to the 68 revolution, what it is to take life in your own hands and twist it around. Create and destroy all inside on the realms of...

If I tell you how everything happened you probably won't believe me. Things are not simple and neat in this little lost spot of the map, but the plot to my life has never been easy to tell, much less easy to hear. You must be aware that things have happened in an uncanny way, and I must get this clear: I'm not a heroine, at least not an overly good one, I have my justifications. Just hear me...

Alright so I made the mistake of commenting to my friend Danny that I was reading a cool story of Damon Salvatore on mibba and that it made me think how you can do a good job even with something very cliche, anyway she went all "WRITE ME A STORY ABOUT DAMON!!!"And yeah, so now I ought to do just that, which believe me is a challenge for me cos I really don't like the series though I think he is...

I'm trying to get back into writting, finally, and I do have a couple of very interesting stories to put up, but I need some help with the titles...The first I know the name it's supposed to mean ALL THE ART IN THE WORLD, but I can't know if it's tout l'art du monde or tous l'art du monde?It's about Paris 68 and the revolution of art and thought.The second one I ain't sureIt's a bit of a polemical...

I'm just back to school from winter vacation, it'll take me some time to get used to it again, specially when I had 2 months of holidays and didn't have anything to do.My theatre teacher is gonna let em back in despite the fact that I missed the casting, but maybe I'll convince him of a really minus role, just as long as he lets me act in the play. Its Jesus Superstar, but the plan is to play it...

My mum and I have decided to go to Shanghai for the World Expo 2010, which is gonna be freaking awesome and I really can't wait.But I wanna be prepared for it, I'm from mexico so it's far far away (no we don't use sombreros and eat beans all the time) People tell em that Shanghai is a very cosmopolitan super cool city, and I wanna know stuff about it. I wanna visit the coolest places and I'd love...

I don't know why but there is always a reason to feel bad around here. Even in the brightest day, why must everything be complicated, why? I don't like this world we are livin' in, everything swirls around money, now I'm using my brand new laptop, I feel very guilty.I'm supposed to sell the other comp so we can pay for this one, but seriously, I have zero contacts, I've told my mates but none...

Strange that they are putting them away, ta okay I guess, I mean its not like I use them much, still its a bit silly. The interaction via journal is dunno important? I started out who I am through a series of eccentric journals in gsb. I know it sounds silly, but really the form of interaction allows you to create incredibly strange bounds, even mum who is comunicologist thought it was worth to...

Not so long ago, perhaps a year or two, yeah maybe two years ago. I induced myself to a life of pure words, in some little lost web site, we became a community, it was the four of us. Each unbearably different yet bounded closely, what did we do? we talked, we talked and talked and talked, more like wrote, typed, we created philosophies, revolutions, poetry, songs, friends, alliances and traumas,...

Rebecca, Rebecca release the sweet rose trapped into your fingernails, release the sweet rose that lacks entirely of thorns, it posses no sin, no threat to the pale of your palm. Rebecca, Rebecca, just let the entirety of it go, let is spun out of your mind, melt to the pavement, to the glued soles of your worn platforms. Rebecca, Rebecca do not resent the dawn coming through dust, bastard child...

First is bleeding counting as insult?Secondly and over that. I've been thinking about this really intense idea chasing me, following my very shadow really, for a graphic novel, the thing is I don't really draw... Its not that I'm terrible at it really, its just that I simply can't draw comic, all my images are vague, my drawing imprecise... I could just write it down, but it has such a visual...

Okay since my little experiment worked out (I'll delete it later). I want to reintroduce myself, and probably I'll delete most of those really silly journals I had, along with a good deal of my stories, the poems, I might keep those all. But I want to do this over.So hey there if things haven't changed much I guess no one will actually read, but ta okay.My name is Lvcy, people call me Lu, Luc,...