I read this quote: "If God had wanted man to play soccer, he wouldn't have given us arms." and wondered who the idiot was. Some Mike Ditka said it. And of course, he knows nothing about the most popular sport in the world. He is unable to play something where he has to keep his hands to himself... or maybe he just knows how to hit people, while running with a ball in their arms disregarding that the supposed name of the game is FOOTball. It is actually called "american football", as a reminder that americans have to rename things, or maybe that they think they are so special, football is not good enough for them, so they invent a dumb game, and thing that by putting "american" in the front it is all good now. Oh, and let me remind you that they play a world tournament... where only one country wins. May as well call it "universal cup".
Mike Dick.... better yourself and shut up.

posted by Paula at 1:10 AM


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I am thinking seriously to stop writing here. I barely do it anyways. I should just keep a regular diary. Not that this is less than that, since I am the only one who actually reads this anyway... But I don't know. Maybe go back to paper and pencil... a nice book... colors... stuff that I could add... Wow, not it sounds like I want to have some handcraft project, but it is not even that.

It started as me controlling the times in the week that I cry. I thought I could do that in a diary. I may as well just write about everything else as well. I have tried to start one about times now... maybe this is the time when it is going to happen... I don't know.

The crying thing (I feel like I should explain)... I read about how much women regularly cry (mean values I suppose), and I was not sure whether that was too much or too little. The author apparently thought it was too much... But then she changed her mind, and in a different article she changed her mind again. So I still don't know what it is "normal", if there is such a thing.

I wanted to know how I compared though... and I am afraid I am not in a very good position when it comes to that comparison. So then it came the idea of the diary. I know most of the times I cry are not worth half a tear. So I thought that maybe if I remembered that I have to go to my diary to say that I cried and for that reason... then maybe I was going to be ashamed or sth like that, and then I was not going to cry after all.

I had that idea like 2 weeks ago, but I have not done any of it. Now I am having this idea of closing this blog... so who knows, I may write here forever.

I am attached to this. I have been writing since I don't know when. I know I was in Uruguay.... so it was at least 2005. Anyway, to more mundane things now...

I still dislike very much the turkish community in AZ. Of course not all of them are bad... but they are better when they are separated. Then, they speak English! That is the key. One by one, they are not as rude as they are when they are altogether. I have no idea how it would be if they were all uruguayans, and there were one person that didn't speak Spanish. I have hopes that we'd be less rude, and integrate that other person. Not them! I have trained myself to zone out, you know? So they talk talk talk, and I am like not there... and suddenly I notice one of them is looking at me like expecting an answer, and then I realize how gone I was. And yes, tonight was one of those nights when I get to experience that "wonderful" feeling.

I am also counting back the days to NY. And counting back the days to Uruguay. And most of all, counting back the days to be out of school, but let's concentrate in less painful experiences.

I actually think I am done for now.

posted by Paula at 5:39 AM


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