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HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY!

In here, the exact translation of the holiday would be 'The Day of Love and Friendship' and I find that very convinient since there's really not a reason to get depressed for being single in this too commercial day.

So whatever. I LOVE YOU ALL PEOPLE!!

♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥

I was surprised in the morning at the little excitement everyone had for V-day. The most interesting thing today in there was when the student comitee wanted to go and march down the street in order to get decent and more buses for the like, 3000 people out of 4000 in there that don't have a car. Sadly, my teacher wasn't there at the moment so we couldn't go protest :(

This is odd for me, since in my high school, there was loud cheesy mucic on every break, and for a week, there was roses, chocolates and stuff for sale, along with a inter-mail to send pretty--pretty-shiny notes to friends and posible prospects. Oh well. I kidnapped Kozty when school finished, since he still had class until 7 (I love being corrupting...), and we met with Karen (and eventually Andrés and Juanpish) for lunch. It was nice, and I even bought a new shirt (yay!). Who cares about being single when you got great friends?

My design fundaments teacher tricked us real bad, and just before 3 he started talking about food, and the mexican style BBQ, and I'm still not used to eating later, so I'm automatically as hungry as hell at about 2:30, and then everyone was drooling and looking as if they might start chewing on someone else's leg. Except for the guy that had to run while almost throwing up when we started talking about meat, that is. That was mean, yo. You don't mess with hungry teenagers!

Um, yeah. Wrote the future drabbl-y story for my writing class, and I guess I'll be posting the other two tonight.

Title: Relativismo
Rating: G
Word Count: 1st one: 370, 2nd one: 373
Author Notes: Made for creative writing class. The ending still feels a bit dodgy to me, but in all I'm quite happy with the two of them, especially since they're very drabble-like.

Primera persona, presente.

( Lanzo el águila al vuelo, paloma mensajera con sangre seca permanentemente entintando su pico... )

Segunda persona, pasado.

( Metiste las manos a los bolsillos, pero tus manos siguieron heladas con el presentimiento, profecía que estremece... )