spica

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Today was a really nice day. It was my friend Lean's birthday. I can hardly believe this kid is turning 18 today! I guess he'll always be a little boy for me.
Sooo as it was his birthday, he invited us all to an all-you-can-eat restaurant. The day started really early since the place was near his home, in the outskirts of Buenos Aires. I had to get up early (at least for a Sunday) in order to take a shower, get his present and take the bus with other friends who were also going.
It was nice going faraway and seeing new people. I was really shocked when I saw Lean's schoolmates. Perhaps it's just me, who went to school with drug addicts, alcoholics and all, and I'm used to hearing how 2 of Hikky's schoolmates have children (and a third has a bun in the oven), but Lean's friends were all so... healthy. None of them smoking, and many of them even left their glasses of champagne after toasting! My highschool classmates would have killed each other for that, these kids were drinking mineral water.
There was only one bad thing about that party: Lean didn't invite Kami because he didn't have her e-mail. I wanted to kill him, because he said he had meant to invite her! He asked me for other people's e-mails, but he didn't ask for hers!

Last night I had the weirdest nightmare. Not really scary, but really weird. It started as if I was waking up in my bed, facing the wall and finding an old man's hooded head between me and the wall. I went like "ROCK! There's an old man's head in my bed!!!" But Rock (my roomie) didn't reply. I didn't want to look away from the face, fearing it might dissapear, so I grabbed it and turned around. Figures I was alone in the room.
When I grabbed the face and pulled it away from the bed, I noticed it was like a doll: with long arms and legs, and claws in it's hands. But it wasn't an old man's face anymore, it looked like Kayako (from Ju-on/The Grudge), but her eyes were completely black.
I asked her who she was, and as she replied (she told she was there to kill someone) she clawed my arm, hurting me. Apparently she was some fabrication from my subconcious mind, who had come to kill someone for me. I told her "No way you're killing Rock!" but she replied she wasn't there to kill him. She said I loved Rock, and she wasn't after him. Then she said she was after Lalo (my other roomie). I freaked out, trying to find it a reason why I'd want him dead. And that same moment I heard him coming home, and it was a "to be continued" moment. I guess I woke up then.
And I guess I need a shrink...

Edit:
I must be a masochist or something, but I've always been a sucker for this kind of shit. Today I created an orkut member for "Spica" and joined a Brazilian SG-related group. Perhaps I'm not such an idiot, because I'm having the laugh of my life as people think I'm a fake. It's as hilarious as it's annoying!
The annoying part is that I can't blame them: there's just too many fake profiles on that shit, belonging to Brazilian 13-year-olds claiming to be Apnea, Cherry, Bracket, Gogo, and who knows who else. AND ME, OMFG LOLz! Who'd think a limbo like me would be so popular?
Honestly, at least I'd be smart enough not to pick a limbo-girl...
Orkut definitely makes the zillions of Brazilians that populate it look awful... Makes me wonder what I'd have to do in order to lose my Brazilian nationality. Burn a flag? Terrorism? I'm accepting suggestions...