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commentary by two chapters but should not write anything .. (I should study but hell is not my fault that Kripke is the fucking master)

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4x16 omfg!

seriously performances jensen loves me not, I get, I love that actor and I love her character and makes her mortified face, glassy eyes and that "i cannot cass do it "was like" oh shit, I'm in love again dean "and made me fall in love q Castiel a little when he first called" cass "

certainly ruby liked me until she said "sammy." hey! you can stay up to type anything you want (no one blames you woman, watch it no more), but only tells dean sammy! dammit

not having dean, but I hear him say melts "baby" to the impala, "sammy" the good guy is nearly two meters, and "cass" ... an angel who always look with furrowed brow and large eyes

questions ok I admit I love Castiel

hooked at first did not want so much to the character that I knew I had set for it, but is ... ahhh good that Kripke is going to do IF you know how it works minds of fangirls.

nothing to say when he said "i do Have Doubts" I yield to Kripke and Castiel and fell into the trap

now goes to the Dean / Castiel eh? I mean ARE YOU DOING CANON. And I thought it would be 100 percent of Winchester and now I get to those scenes ...

"I do not know whether it works but would do anything because they had to do this"

Castiel beside Dean's bed, having trouble with "objectivity" because of his "sympathies" and affection for Dean, I mean, HELLO Subtext! YOU AS THE 50 PERCENT OF THE SERIES!

Ruby gave me a bad feeling, uriel has given me a bad feeling ever, that roll of humans are roaches, well, that made me an idea, but really did not think it was the same who killed the angels, nah , really Uriel, who divorced in cass Quete good, were very ugly and rule all day, besides, cass is best viewed with dean or anna. Alastair

and, well, I loved that part when dean was preparing to torture and the unfortunate he sings. that's my favorite type of villain, bad bad, even when tortured. making jokes with the son of a bitch and a half broken out of his head, alestilo the Joker, of course.

winchester john is the man, a hundred years the bastard and nothing, in short, it is not my favorite, and still believe that as a parent was not the best but, come on you must admit. the guy was tough as nails and sweating ESCAC these macho that testosterone up

eyes I bow to this chapter, really

about 4x17

good, is a typical fill that place us after a helluva episode, but that he will do, is supernatural and even their Fillers are the ostia.

to see that I began to think so, seeing sam and dean if you play the role of siblings and history plan "I think I know you, we should hunt together" is like, no, romantic history of united Ghostbusters fate or something, it was like awwww Winchester number umpteenth time series

the Ghostfacers honorable mention, and I sincerely believe that Kripke loves those guys, seriously, are your sleep mary series or something

detail memories of dean: bobby and his father and his mother Ellen ... no, I found it cute. I think Bobby is a good character, those who want to not die ever. walk you to know that beneath that cap, but boby personal opinion is great and hold the boby / ellen porq old deserves

in short I liked the episode, filled or not, provided that out of the frame giving you as little scenes that leave you awww and make you want more of the characters (the filling of naruto should learn from Kripke ... those damn) is not nearly as good as the 16, but that's going a bit of chapter and you feel like even marry him. but 17 was good, also gave us the bonus of the executive dean in sexy and good plan, which spent hanger type, might dress in rags and it would still be ... well, dean.

just

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those endless days manacled

in those days, those filled with uncertainty and nervousness, those who were right before, which were never long enough or short enough.
day while it lasted, it was only a couple, but I let the feeling of growing up years
The Days later, that no matter what happened but how you gave up, those in which expected a nice feeling after having overcome the vertigo. but only you met a stifling wind recorriendote, while not knowing when you fell rock bottom, because the background ...
there

stifling future rises
nothing remains of that time full
premitia you enjoy a sunset with

quiet passing of the days will fly strenuous colpea
the minute you with full zañay
pride permeates you. in the mind and soul rl rn

no child is being considered day
the entelechy,
the coming and going stale is about constant
quit and sigh wearily creaking bones
long for ae times of distress rather

but you're not adult
child
you're not part of that group of stragglers

mourners who call you and you insult
dressing
with desire for independence denied
with memories unattainable in mind

you just have to look forward
fingers crossed in search of fortune
worthless
your present and your past and they have forgotten

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Could you be and you're not

Insane rope

subjugates you

erguirte prevents you, lift you upright

Or are you the madman?

who grieves inconsolably in his misfortune nonexistent

Is your own conscience?

consumed in other paradigms.

The others are uncomfortable, you

whose character is repugnant, and hiding

coward, terrified

avoiding the imminent conflict

Who are you and who are they?

incompatible or a single body

mutual hatred contrast highlights the superiority of

and you obscure, powerless

Will you be the insane?

insert a strange box with no option to rescue

Iluso!

remember once is useless

When the blackness of your landscape

currency

glimmer of hope you get away and flee fearing

falling on your own escape

not the other,

is not consciousness ,

you who are subjugated himself.

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From what you write when you are first under the influence of marijuana:

"It's hard to focus on only one point. I promised to write when she was drugged, but there are so many thoughts that crowd simultaneously is difficult to explain to me.

Indeed, at this point, I have little ability to hold the thoughts, which in a second sounds cohesive, NEXT is just a shadow of the next, and a projection cheap, headless or arguments the former.

deducted I start a sentence thinking in black and pillow term thinking, however, contrary to any sign of holding to be my personality, this ... sense to think of everything and nothing to see me it fascinating, both as a learning experience
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memory blows me suggest a fit of laughter (internally, of course, at this moment, my muscles respond to a tenth of my mind orders issued) just now I was back. Say you could not find more grace in the sudden slowing of mus muscle the irony that I had to devise my mother preferred that speed rather than the normal.

I thought Simon had much reason, if all the burn, there would be no crashes due to excessive speed, all would handle at 15km per hour, most speakers would not touch nobody would be embarrassed! ! What I Said Usually being of those people that exasperating slowness, and now at this amazing effect! Could not conceive of any trouble!

And that every word I write, a thousand questions about the unfortunate term I put before or after the writing, theory, calligraphy and etymologies, things to be lucid, even under the pressure of a note atinaríaa make

Sometimes this pé simo, sometimes brilliant, and other inconsistencies. I've even given up the idea to reread the writing to continue the thread of the issue, playing hide and seek with my mind, which have touched him, and not very good looking

I have a story good, a writer would not be lacking in plot

I can not imagine what painters, although I have heard of the truth is that I find it odd someone who can masterfully manipulate the brush, ignoring the slowing of the limbs

What else I can say? I could not go into detail, obviously because of my tiny ephemeral and the ability to retain memories chosen to transfer thoughts to keyboard. Can you name them? Planes, complicated and intractable plans to avoid discovery by the mother, the time out occasionally, just to prove something to the second then I will not take into account

For if anything started, or at least that is what I'm sure at this time, the conviction was for being in my right mind ever would be able to write something like this, so, with this feeling. And it is curious that use the words out of my mind to describe my normal state, when I am now I feel more out of my mind than ever. "

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Simon, who away my insecurities.

Sometimes I wonder if it's good for my ego talking to Simon. Sometimes I

flattering that makes me a shyness even something funny.

Maybe it's because it is precisely he tells me. if another person would take it more as an opinion, obviously I would be flattered anyway, but the fact that Simon is one of the people whose opinions (in any field ) I always take into account, makes me feel especially well. Despite

than I can pretend: a self-confident person, not swayed by opinions of others. I have doubts enough. And it seems to me that is the result of excessively harsh self-criticism, or at least more than most.

Today I realized that some of my insecurities also due to the opinion of my stepfather, whom I consider my father figure and a kind of teacher. He, on many occasions said that studying medicine is out of my reach, I adhere to reality, and I believe him, I get frustrated and decompose but I believe him, and his view unfortunately happens to be a voice that tells me
reality
But after that comes to my people say that medicine is for normal people, not gifted, I well I can go study and finish the race, says my mother, whose opinion may not get in the same bag that my stepfather for being exactly what it is, my mother, and I can not bet on an opinion objective of his hand, and I can not blame it

And then there's Simon, the pessimistic view to put to my face looked at me "you're talking about?" and I drop a folding bit string arguments, and suddenly that I am responsible becomes important, which has averaged 6.8 in 7.0 in chemistry biologíay becomes a test of my ability, and I compare with my colleagues and I stressed I put on top alluding that I have an intelligence superior to most of them, named my merits, and details that show greater mental agility that the rest, mentioned my maturity and correct decision-making, and I said - "you have to study medicine, and you want to do, they meant to be a psychiatrist" - and I listened with joy on the inside: you I believe, convince me, and a feeling of gratitude overwhelms me every time does make me trust myself enough to think "my stepfather is wrong" enough to believe in myself.

Lends itself to misinterpretation, but Simon does not interest me in any way romantic, attractive, intelligent, value their opinion, and I like the way you argue and act is, in fact, everything I look for in a partner. But I love him that way, is my friend, companion discussions with rhetorical end, my comrade on issues important to anyone of course.

From the beginning I knew that Simon is not for me, and rather than seeing it as a romantic ideal, I see him as a brother whom I respect and equally.

And it's funny, but at times makes you think I've said the same about me, which of course does not cease to flatter. I know I will never finish involved in an affair with Simon, for some reason this fact seems obvious to me logical, but it remains true that I hope that my partner has the same characteristics he has. And I hope the school does not mean end of a term for communication between us.

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the details are what most strange

As I remember, wrote these ... whatever they are called. I can not give you an unspeakable name without being corny.
basically are moments I remember from time to time.


"- you're crazy
- huacho calm, relax, I have everything under control

- but you'd better because if we run short you the balls weighed

Nanchi

soncarron river while the volume rose even more radio (I'm sure we could hear the entire block)

luckily the street was practically deserted when he turned in a corner at breakneck speed. Rotation force threw me straight into the driver's seat helplessly. color had a claim on the tip of the tongue, when I ran to join his eyebrows arched and his exprecion naughty nanchi

- hey, if you wanted me, have said before

- smiled despite myself, I prefer bury me alive

nanchi river and I rush to put the seat belt to avoid a similar situation

- the Karen wants me - sang

- to want you first have to get you a tula

- a big?

- preferably, thank you, and since we are also a

nanchi brain turned to laugh and I bowed again prey to the power of a new curve, this time to the window. and this while protecting the belt

- know? when my kids do not want to use a seat belt, I do take a car ride with you for life traumas and always use the fucking belt. should put a picture of yourself as propaganda

nanchi gullet river just before stopping at a traffic light (that was something). I look at the driver side and made the engine rujir post a clear invitation to a career as

gave the green light, went out boasting of his victory. I shook my head half resignation and half amused, muttering an "idiot" I do not know if I get to hear

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agradesco
-te I've come to look but ... Would you mind driving a little faster?

- I can not I have to stop at every corner, there may be children small game, and if I go fast I will not see .- said with a straight face as if I had done made sense DECD. to face circumstances will answer

-chicken, no children playing in the street at twelve o'clock

- Anakaren you never know, you never know

let out a exasperated snort not be the case I think your mother cares about denatured

simply smile without removing your eyes from the road, stopping at least eight seconds more on a street, all lights, it looked deserted. I shot the

eyes Who knew that I was ever going to miss the wild ways of managing nanchi?

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- how you going? Going to lose ? 're missing?
- Shut up I can not play dj max if you're talking about me
- uuy! what happens? not that women can do two things at once assuming

lost the game, look at the grin on the type, lessened by the stupid smile that always wore

- not all women, and your voice is so irritating that any

desconcentraria happy

rio- assumes that men can not do it, you're like a man

- you can do?

- of course I can

smiled intention-laden see, that's because you are happy woman

river shaking his head that's so ... TU

- what? tell you're a woman? You know, I like honesty above all happy

gullet river, shaking his head, and t I got ready to play another game with the PSP that had so kindly lent me

simon

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+++++++++++++++++ at lunchtime, I was as usual, doing nothing in particular during the half hour in which I was deprived of lunch and leave the room (except for those rare days when my sisters gave to drag any be living with them outside to eat, to "see the sun" as if that bitch helium ball was not there every day, or as if I care. for what was. I was sitting in the teacher's desk , haciendo nada cuando veo a happy caminar solemnemente hacia mi (cosa rara, happy mas solemne, nah, no funciona)

-A nakaren tengo que hablar seriamente contigo

juro que a veces lo intento, ser mas paciente y all that, or at least be less bad with it but the "On what?" mocking let go (that I came out, enrealidad) was the soul. not that it is cruel and will go to hell for this or something

- I'm always flat agarri Webe pal, and do not listen to me and me alone

said it all so quickly that at first capture well (I'm half deaf) and interrupted him with a " ah?"

- I'm flat agarri I always Webe

pal and this time, I admit, it was on purpose

- what?

- I'm flat agarri I always Webe

pal - like?

- ARHG, I'm always flatter me ... ah! queer! estai doing it again! you can not talk!

clear that anger is not happy, or maybe yes, but grace because you end up doing just laughing at the end of the sentence. I was laughing from the "how?" and when it was happy half indignant, half fun and giving me a complete basket case, I was still chuckling at his own expense. in good, no buling or anything ...

oh, shit, I'm going to hell.