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“We couldn’t imagine the emptiness of a creature who put a razor to her wrists and opened her veins, the emptiness and the calm.” — The Virgin Suicides // Jeffrey Eugenides

Day 26 — Your week, in great detail

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Monday: I was supossed to go to “Comunicational projects manegment” class, the subject I’ve been failing for 2 years; but I didn’t go… if I failed it this time I’ll get kicked out from the University. Then I went to work, I wrote a press note for a coctel memorial for Escalona, a colombian singer who passed away last year. I went home, had lunch and went to english class at night. I stayed a while with my brother a our friend “Mandi”. Tuesday: I woke up early to go to work at the University: I give classes of “Redaction for the media” to 4th semestyer students. I gathered with my thesis partner, my friend Luna, and professor Caroline Oteyza to discuss our thesis and our lack of variables. I went back home eat lunch, had a nap and went back to the University to class. As soon as I step into the University’s door I got a mail saying classes where suspended. I stayed a while anyway, sat on the floor with Argenis, we talked for a while about a girl he likes and listened to music. Then I
«Rock and roll doesn’t necessarily mean a band. It doesn’t mean a singer, and it doesn’t mean a lyric, really. It’s that question of trying to be immortal.» — Malcolm McLaren

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This what I found at home when I came back at 4 am. Rum and a domino table. I don’t know if you can see it clearly, but that red spot it’s a bee sting from last night. Luckily I’m not alergic. That’s Víctor, the guitarrist from my brother’s band. This is when we were singin Metallica las night. That´s Argenis, he’s my new friend, I LOVE this guy. He played The Cranberries, Red Hot Chilli Peppers and Blink 182 for me to sing. He’s so sweet. They also played Led Zeppelin and Jimi Hendrix. Yes, he's in pain. That’s Titi with the guitar, my brother’s best friend. Beside him is… is… well I don0t remember his name but he’s the bassits in my brother’s band. They call him Boy/girl. Behind his back of course. I know Titi since we were six, I don’t know what’s up to him lately, he treats all the other friends of my brother like trash, I don’t know ehy he feels so fucking special. That’s how their party ended up… they look so wasted. Yes, wasted.
“I have always preferred the reflection of life to life itself.” — François Truffaut