And that's all I'm willing to say about it. For now. More about this next Tuesday.
MATH, YOU'LL BE THE DEATH OF ME.
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MATH, YOU'LL BE THE DEATH OF ME.
Math, you'll be the death of me.
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I always think nobody recognizes me when I look like a homeless person.
SQUEE ON.
HAS ANYONE HERE READ THAT NEW ARTICLE ON LADIES HOME JOURNAL WITH EMILY DESCHANEL!!??!!? OMG I'M GOING CRAZY WITH IT. SHE LOOKS ABSOLUTELY BEAUTIFUL IN THE PICS AND THE ARTICLE? THE ARTICLE IS JUST PURE GENIOUS. GOD. SHE'S SO FUCKING DOWN TO EARTH THAT IT HURTS!!!! I LOVE HER!! I LOOVEE HER. THANK YOU FOR EXISTING EMILY.
PLEASE SOMEONE JUST COMMENT AND SQUEE WITH ME!!!!
LINK TO THE ARTICLE.
SQUEE OFF.
HAS ANYONE HERE READ THAT NEW ARTICLE ON LADIES HOME JOURNAL WITH EMILY DESCHANEL!!??!!? OMG I'M GOING CRAZY WITH IT. SHE LOOKS ABSOLUTELY BEAUTIFUL IN THE PICS AND THE ARTICLE? THE ARTICLE IS JUST PURE GENIOUS. GOD. SHE'S SO FUCKING DOWN TO EARTH THAT IT HURTS!!!! I LOVE HER!! I LOOVEE HER. THANK YOU FOR EXISTING EMILY.
PLEASE SOMEONE JUST COMMENT AND SQUEE WITH ME!!!!
LINK TO THE ARTICLE.
SQUEE OFF.
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Politics & Friendship do not mix.
I'm not a politic person AT ALL, I mean, I barely talk about politics and I know little about it compared to others. I have my views, sure, like everyone else. Because it's impossible not to have views about it (specially this year), but I don't know much to be arguing or defending the candidates I'm for or against. So when my best friend, who knows that I don't like talking about politics (mainly because SHE KNOWS we COMPLETELY disagree (!) ) starts questioning me about my views, it pisses me off to say the least. It's a mixture of anger and confusion.
It's not just her, it's her boyfriend too. And every single person who's against the political party that I (and lot's of other Argentinians) agree with.
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ETA: I kept thinking about this through the week and I came to the realization that the word it's immature! She's acting like and immature child, not willing to accept that people have different opinions and bashing them for it. It makes me so sad, and it has me so concerned!
It's not just her, it's her boyfriend too. And every single person who's against the political party that I (and lot's of other Argentinians) agree with.
This is a very special year for Argentina because in October we are having presidential elections. Also, the majority of the provinces are electing their governors as we speak (last week it was Santa Fe, next week Cordoba, this past Sunday Buenos Aires, and so on...). In the case of Buenos Aires we had to vote twice because we use a Two-Round system (commonly known as ballotage). On Sunday we had the second and final round to decide who was going to be the Mayor of Buenos Aires City. It was between Macri, the actual Mayor (who was in the run for a reelection, and won) and Filmus (who's the same party as our president and who also was the Secretary of Education, Science & Tecnology from 2003-2007.)
I don't care for whom your are voting!! Do whatever pleases you, vote, throw your vote to the trash, I don't care!! (It doesn't mean I like it, but I respect it) but don't come about judging my views as if I'm the only alien voting for Candidate X when he's obviously going to win the elections (he did win) and the party you voted for got less than 2%! You say big ugly words that I'm sure you don't even fully comprehend when talking about Candidate X, because you heard your boyfriend talking like that and you want to sound smart and like you know it all, but really? You sound like a jackass. Talking trash about the opposite candidate just because. Why can't you have a normal opinion? I'm not against you saying "look, I don't like him because he said he would do this and he didn't/he thinks like this and I don't share it/etc" that's fine. But trash talking? name calling? that's just low.
And taking this shit to Facebook? even lower. I don't go around Facebook creating notes titled "Why do you vote for Candidate X?" and taggin you. BTW, I didn't even read the note because I know for a fact that it must be full of attacks to my views and name calling. Or updating my facebook status with "If you voted for candidate X you're no longer my friend/you are an ignorant/you are a piece of shit," to provoke those who don't think like you and later leave a comment saying that "it was a joke and you can't recognize sarcasm." I don't get it. Just now I was browsing the News Feed on Facebook and there they were, her boyfriend complaining about how Macri used a song from a known national band (which apparently is against Macri's beliefs) while celebrating the win at their party. It was a party for god's sake! IT'S JUST A STUPID SONG!!! That's what I don't understand, why do they have to complain about every single detail!! (apparently the band sent an intimation to Macri about it...). People is dying of hunger in this country and these people are more concerned about what song is Macri using or not using! Suck it up buttercup, he won and your stupid intimation won't change that!!
On Sunday my best friend's sister calls me. She's like "Sofi, have you talked to Anto (my best friend)? Because she's all pissed off about the elections and I told her I voted for Candidate X, then I told my grandma I voted for the other candidate just to piss them off." I hadn't talked to Anto so I told her so, and she was all "good, don't tell her but what I actually did was to grab Candidate X's ticket and I cut it down to pieces and put it all inside my envelope." She was so proud about it and I was so horrified that I could only listen to her, words escaped my mind. "You voted for Candidate X right?" I told her that yes and I promised I would not tell Anto about what she did. It's funny because when we were talking she said that she "Revoked" her vote and in fact, that's not what she did, she voted for "None of the above." SO SHE DIDN'T EVEN KNOW WHAT SHE WAS DOING WAS CALLED!! THAT'S IGNORANCE!! I wanted to kill her.
Anyway, this is a pressing issue that has me pretty concerned. She's my best friend and I don't want the stupid politics to get in our way, but when she starts talking about it and attacking the things agree with it's just so upsetting!! I don't care what she believes in, it's completely opposite to me and I don't understand it, but like I said, I RESPECT IT! I don't go around insulting her. Because even if she doesn't directly say it to me, she does through her stupid comments on facebook.
:(
ETA: I kept thinking about this through the week and I came to the realization that the word it's immature! She's acting like and immature child, not willing to accept that people have different opinions and bashing them for it. It makes me so sad, and it has me so concerned!
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Hello, my name is Sofi...
Hello, my name is Sofi, I'm 21 years old and I'm addicted to live shows.
LOL
No, seriously, look at this:
February 24th - Paramore
July 1st - Carajo (a band from here)
July 24th - Avril Lavigne (that one was a surprise because I wasn't planning on going, I'm not a fan but I enjoy her music. A friend of my brother gave him two tickets the same day of the show and he called me, and It went with a friend)
July 27th - Yellowcard (BEST SHOW EVER, and lucky for me it was the second time I saw them live!!)
August 31st - Red Hot Chili Peppers Live transmision from Germany (it's going to be broadcasted in selected theatres worldwide)
September 2nd - Carajo (yes, again.)
September 11th - Sum 41 + Four Year Strong + Attack Attack (Family Day Festival)
September 18th - Red Hot Chili Peppers
October 5th - System Of A Down
October 26th - MXPX
November 4th - The Strokes (Personal Fest)
November 20th - Britney Spears (DON'T JUDGE)
And there are a bunch of bands/artists I would also like to see live (but don't have enough money...yet): Chris Cornell, Black Rebel Motorcycle Club, Snow Patrol and Katy Perry (yes, your sight is just fine.)
I wouldn't mind having a bit more money so I wouldn't have to spend my whole paycheck on live shows...but what can I say? It's addictive. Music is a big part of me and I enjoy live shows so much!! Specially when bands or artists that I know it may be the one and only time that I'll get to see live come.
I may be a bit out of my mind, but it makes me so happy!!
LOL
No, seriously, look at this:
February 24th - Paramore
July 1st - Carajo (a band from here)
July 24th - Avril Lavigne (that one was a surprise because I wasn't planning on going, I'm not a fan but I enjoy her music. A friend of my brother gave him two tickets the same day of the show and he called me, and It went with a friend)
July 27th - Yellowcard (BEST SHOW EVER, and lucky for me it was the second time I saw them live!!)
August 31st - Red Hot Chili Peppers Live transmision from Germany (it's going to be broadcasted in selected theatres worldwide)
September 2nd - Carajo (yes, again.)
September 11th - Sum 41 + Four Year Strong + Attack Attack (Family Day Festival)
September 18th - Red Hot Chili Peppers
October 5th - System Of A Down
October 26th - MXPX
November 4th - The Strokes (Personal Fest)
November 20th - Britney Spears (DON'T JUDGE)
And there are a bunch of bands/artists I would also like to see live (but don't have enough money...yet): Chris Cornell, Black Rebel Motorcycle Club, Snow Patrol and Katy Perry (yes, your sight is just fine.)
I wouldn't mind having a bit more money so I wouldn't have to spend my whole paycheck on live shows...but what can I say? It's addictive. Music is a big part of me and I enjoy live shows so much!! Specially when bands or artists that I know it may be the one and only time that I'll get to see live come.
I may be a bit out of my mind, but it makes me so happy!!
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Manolo
After I came back from Fort Lauderdale, a week later to be precise, my cat (Manolo) fell ill and 10 days later he passed away.
It's been almost two months and God, I'm still so sad. I can't even think about it without crying :(
The fact that the internet is filled with cats in every form and shape doesn't help at all. I feel this emptiness inside that I can't get rid of, it's crazy. Fucking cats and their fucking short life. He was 14, and I know that's a lot for a cat, but I felt he wasalmost like a brother to me. And he left us so suddenly, he gave up so quickly, we tried everything, and he just gave up. I hate that. I hate that he gave up, we loved him so much. Shit. :'(
I wasn't prepared at all.
We took him to the emergency vet one night because we noticed he was drinking too much water, doing weird noises and most of all cold, he was really really cold. From that point, it took him ten fucking days to go. The vet diagnosed him with diabetes (he was obese). And his glucose levels were doing all kinds of crazy stuff, going up and down with every hour. He had to be hospitalized. The main thing here is that he just let go and gave up on eating, which was fundamental if he wanted to recover. This way his organs begun to shut down slowly and the fat took over them, his kidneys, the liver. On the morning of April 9th the vet called me and told me he was having problems breathing and that I should go right away because he didn't know how much time he was going to last. A few days after we decided that if this moment came we didn't want them to do any kind of CPR on him, because we realized that he just wanted to go. And even if they can't talk, he made sure we got that. So I went as soon as I could, but it was too late. I couldn't be there with him on that moment and I just hate myself for that. I called my mom, but she was at work on the other side of the city so it took her like an hour or so to get to the "hospital". I was with him for an hour and he was so peaceful. He had been hooked to IV's and even a nasogastric tube to feed him for the past 10 days, poor thing he just wanted to be free of those things, I guess he thought that was the way.
We buried him in the back yard of the house of a friend of my mom's who lives near the hospital. It's somewhat nice to know he's there.
The next night rained a lot, and I remember I felt the urge to go and (I know it's weird) dig him out to cover him from the rain. I couldn't believe what was happening, so I guess that was why I had that sudden urge. As if he knew it was raining over him... God.
To make things even worst, the next day my best friend's grandma passed away too. The shittiest two days in a row in a loooong time.
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It's been almost two months and God, I'm still so sad. I can't even think about it without crying :(
The fact that the internet is filled with cats in every form and shape doesn't help at all. I feel this emptiness inside that I can't get rid of, it's crazy. Fucking cats and their fucking short life. He was 14, and I know that's a lot for a cat, but I felt he was
I wasn't prepared at all.
We took him to the emergency vet one night because we noticed he was drinking too much water, doing weird noises and most of all cold, he was really really cold. From that point, it took him ten fucking days to go. The vet diagnosed him with diabetes (he was obese). And his glucose levels were doing all kinds of crazy stuff, going up and down with every hour. He had to be hospitalized. The main thing here is that he just let go and gave up on eating, which was fundamental if he wanted to recover. This way his organs begun to shut down slowly and the fat took over them, his kidneys, the liver. On the morning of April 9th the vet called me and told me he was having problems breathing and that I should go right away because he didn't know how much time he was going to last. A few days after we decided that if this moment came we didn't want them to do any kind of CPR on him, because we realized that he just wanted to go. And even if they can't talk, he made sure we got that. So I went as soon as I could, but it was too late. I couldn't be there with him on that moment and I just hate myself for that. I called my mom, but she was at work on the other side of the city so it took her like an hour or so to get to the "hospital". I was with him for an hour and he was so peaceful. He had been hooked to IV's and even a nasogastric tube to feed him for the past 10 days, poor thing he just wanted to be free of those things, I guess he thought that was the way.
We buried him in the back yard of the house of a friend of my mom's who lives near the hospital. It's somewhat nice to know he's there.
The next night rained a lot, and I remember I felt the urge to go and (I know it's weird) dig him out to cover him from the rain. I couldn't believe what was happening, so I guess that was why I had that sudden urge. As if he knew it was raining over him... God.
To make things even worst, the next day my best friend's grandma passed away too. The shittiest two days in a row in a loooong time.
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