La zorra dijo que las uvas estaban verdes cuando vio que no podía cogerlas.
May 17th. That day I'll take a plane that will bring me to Edinburgh. Then... well I still don't know where is Dollar (Dollar is the town's name), so have no idea about how will I reach there. Nevermind. The only thing is that things are going like they have to once again: travelling travelling travelling far far far.
So, now I have to fill my mp3 player with songs like flower of scotland, scotland the brave, scottish soldier, jacobetians by name and so and so forth. Yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeha! I'm gonna listen to the real scottish bagpipes! And I'm gonna check out those scotchs too... :) Let us see how good they are at rowing. And let's see if I'm able to learn how to play gaelic football.
Also, I'll go south, to London, just to face The City. You don't know my recent past, but is somehow closely related to London, despite the fact that I've never been there. I don't know why but I just can't write about it. OH MY GOD!! I AM A COWARD WRITER!! But... if I am a coward writer it means that at least I am a writer. Ok, let's look at the bright side of it: I am a writer! OH MY GOD!! I AM A WRITER!!
I started writing about my trip to Alba and then I moved into music and sports and then I wrote about my pretension of becoming a writer. That's what I call neatness. DON'T LAUGH! I AM A NOT SO BAD WRITER WHEN WRITING IN MY OWN LANGUAGE, WHICH, BY THE WAY, IS NOT ENGLISH!! Damn you mum, you never taught me. We spent far too much time practicing basque and far too little practicing english.
Ain't it funny when you spend your time reading a lot of lines that say nothing at all?
I have to improve the quality of my posts.
Because this is a wonderful world full of assholes who never ever stop complaining.
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