sadness?

I have never been so tired, I think that is an epidemy among the students. Is fashionable to be tired in the faculty, everyone who I ask "How are you?" says: "I'm really tired", I do not know if it is a general depression or it is what we are reading but depression floats among us. For example. I know that I am no good and that I have no talent, and is really hard for me to write a paper and that is the moment when I think about leaving the school forever and sell "ironias". But then i think about all the people that have left this school I feel that I have to finish this and get a degree and fly to England like Master E, or Paty, and is in that particular second that I remember my goals and I feel more depressed for being a bad "father" of my goals and my dreams. But the best of all, at least for me, comes when I notice that most of my friends feel the same, that this thoughts have run inside their heads, among other.....

By the way, good luck to the friends that are in the other side of the ocean in that wonderful island (and I am not talking about Madagascar). Paty, Ernesto y Robert have fun and take care.....

Long forgotten post

Sometimes humour fluctuates among various states and it is weird but I am in the happy state now.
On monday at 7 am i received an SMS telling me that I was going to go to Franz Ferdinand concert. It was a very nice message, I had no ticket until that moment and the state of monotony that I felt was becoming the state of happiness. The day passed normally and the night came. Me and my friend arrived late to Auditorio Nacional as usually but I did not worry about that, the opening band was Panda. Suddenlly after half and hour of sound tests and so, the concert started...the sound of flageolets flooded the place and the band appeared on the stage. "...You are sooo luucy..." "Find me and follow me through corridors, refrectories...." "...Take me out...", throats screaming, singing, bodies in convulsing dances, red lights......"Michael you are the only one I'll ever want...". then people with penachos on stage playing drums, the band drums being played by 3 members of the group at the same time and finally the fire started "this fire is out of control/ We are going to burn this city, burn this city...."
This is more or less what happended monday night.....
By the way I took some pictures they are not as good as Andrea's, Diana's or Pancsi's pictures but maybe I will post them.....

I know how to count from one to five in Magyar: egy, két, három, négy, öt....

Fast post

Well, well, the day is gray again and I like it. Dr. Schwarz is in her office working, working. Being here, almost alone is nice. But now it's time to go to class to discuss about Guadalupe Dueñas. Actually I did not like the book, the language was too complicated and some of the tales were really plain, I feel like she wanted to write like Quiroga but talking like Borges o Cortázar. But well let's see what my wise teacher says about it. Yesterday I noticed that the world is very small and that my cousin knows the ex-pomoc girl and that he knows Silvia and Cinzia, it was really weird......